Scratching Out a Living

[Mykel]

*Marteen is waist deep in a dumpster behind an all you can eat buffet, rooting around discarded fortune cookie boxes and trying not to impale his foot on a chop-stick punji spike. He roots around, letting his nose guide his search since there was no moonlight to brighten his way. There had to be something useful in here.


Wet napkins, over boiled tea... The teenage runaway tosses a few empty take-out containers out onto the street. Ahh, there it is. He reaches down picking up a load of sticky rice in one hand, sushi rolls in the other. He wolfs them down eagerly; the sushi was barely rotten. What was wrong with people, throwing away perfectly good food like this...*

[Lesingnon]

There does indeed to be an abundance of food in the dumpster, in varying levels of decay. Funny how wasteful people could be when they got all they could eat.

But yet, should he really be doing this? Was it safe here? He could almost hear the whispers, spiraling down from the black hole in the sky that was the new moon. He was not safe, not here, he needed to run.

[Donan]

James is strolling down the widewalk, dressed in his normal causal brown jacket, shirt and trousers and simply taking in the sights and smells of he city as he explores, enjoying the feeling of freedom and the benefit the long walk gives his muscles, he glances up at the moon or the absence of it, pressing his lips together thoughtfully. He wasn't really too sure if he liked not being able to see it or not, but he decided not to let it, or hopefully anything else disrupt his walk.

[Mykel]

*Marteen stops eating and grows as still as possible, no small feat given the mouthful of wassabi he had just shoveled into his maw. Jesus, not the voices again. Frank told him not to mess with PCP, And after the past few weeks Marteen was really wishing he had listened to is old gang leader. The voices, the crazy hallucinations, they were really starting to piss him off.

No, wait... there was someone else out there. Marteen forces the spicy sauce down, fighting back tears as he listens for the footsteps to draw closer or if they move on.*

[Lesingnon]

But the whispers continue to filter through the night skies, filling Marteen's head. No, this was not the time to cower, not the time to sit around passively and wait to be discovered. If they wanted to catch him, they would have to earn it. And without conscious decision he finds himself erupting from the dumpster, wearing a four-legged Urhan form as the howl of a nuzusul splits the night air. As the voices insinuate themselves with his instincts; forming an undeniable compulsion that reverberates throughout ever fiber of Marteen's body, spirit, and soul.

Run

[Firebringer]

Matthew's wolf ears perk as the howl cuts through the night. Another one? Without hesitation he bolts off in the direction of the sound, on more shadow streaking through the darkness. No moon tonight. It meant finding the new wolf could be a challenge. But I am a Hunter. The new wolf won't hide indefinitely.

[Donan]

James jumps at the howl that splits the air. "I know that noise.. so new.." He glances around, grateful for the cover provided by the darkened night and ducks into the nearest alley for further cover to shift into the Urhan form. Uneasy by and taken aback by the nearness of the new Urathu he finds it hard to focus enough to change and he loses precious time before finally taking a deep breath and pulling himself together.

Tricksy

2010-04-18 03:49:35 James rolls 4 to shapeshift, stamina 2, survival 1, primal urge 1 (10 Again) 5, 4, 1, 3 failure

2010-04-18 03:50:28 James rolls 3 to shapeshift, stamina 2, survival 1, primal urge 1, -1 (10 Again) 2, 3, 3 failure

2010-04-18 03:52:44 James rolls 5 to shapeshift, stamina 2, survival 1, primal urge 1, -2 (10 Again, WillPower) 9, 4, 2, 6, 2 1 success

Transformation done he heads in the direction of the newcomer, hoping his ears and nose will prove reliable.

[Mykel]

*Marteen bolts through the back alleys, his four new legs carrying him at a speed he'd never known. He follows the urge to run to the hilt; all the while bombarded with new sights, sounds, and smells. They are no longer hallucinations, they feel real; as if they are something Marteen should know but can't understand.

Like a man bombarded by a thousand tv channels at once, Marteen knows the information makes sense; it's just all too much to process. So instead he runs, forgetting trying to make sense of it all; trying to outrun all the noise and smells and sights, enjoying the incredible freedom the new form gives him.*

[Lesingnon]

James struggles with shifting gives Marteen a bit of a head start, and it means that James is going to have his work cut out for him when it comes to catching the nuzusul.

Marteen should make three Sta + Athletics rolls. Include any specialties and/or modifiers that are applicable to running and foot chases. Don't forget adjusted attributes for being in a different form.

[Mykel]

Marteen's Current speed is 18, and he has Parkour 4. He's not worried about defending himself, so it'll be rote.

9 sux total

[03] Marteen rolls 6 to for running away (Stam 3 + Ath 2 +Spec) (10 Again, Rote)
1, 6, 3, 2, 4, 1, 5, 5, 9, 3, 1
1 success

[02] Marteen rolls 6 to for running away (Stam 3 + Ath 2 +Spec) (10 Again, Rote)
10, 7, 3, 4, 9, 6, 9, 9, 5, 3, 5, 7
4 successes

[01] Marteen rolls 6 to for running away (Stam 3 + Ath 2 +Spec) (10 Again, Rote)
1, 9, 9, 7, 4, 10, 2, 5, 6, 8, 7, 7
4 successes