4/20/2003

02:45 AM

Logfile from Chase.

 

 

Kenny laughs at the enthusiastic response, nearly rubbing his hands together himself. "It's been a damn long year since I've gotten got do anything, so I think starting small is a good idea. Not to mention stuff like robbing stores tends to catch the attention of the cops too much while lifting wallets is small time. But it's a start." So much for reform, but then again he probably wasn't exactly the most moral of people to begin with, not bad but not exactly straightlaced. "Let's see what we can find. This'll be good. Hmmm... Got any guns? Knives?"

 

Chase blinks across to Kenny for a moment as what exactly could be possible for the evening is suggested. For a fraction of a second there, there might actually have been a hint of reluctance in the boy's features. As if maybe, just maybe, this might be treading more into the far more obviously illegal realm then he is used to. But it is the promise of excitement that has him shuffling that brief moment away. "I've got a couple of guns. The rifle.... and a handgun. The only knives around here are for cutting steak."

 

Kenny is actually a little relieved to see some reluctance in the other, the last thing they need when doing something likely to land them in whole heaps of trouble is to have someone giggling with glee along. ;) "That all you've got? Well, it'll have to do to start with. What kind of hand gun is it? Oh hell, just bring it along. Leave the cutlery and the rifle home though, we're not going to need /those/." He hopes not anyway. "Let's get going, I hate doing this so unplanned, but it's not like I'll get better ideas sitting around in here. We'll head uptown, bound to find someone with a heavy enough wallet up there."

 

Chase doesn't giggle! Okay, so that might have happened one or two times, possibly even three at the most, but still...! He nods his head, slipping off into one of the bedrooms, and emerge a little later wearing the proverbial hooded sweatshirt and showing Kenny the handgun that rests in the palm of his hand. "Well, I don't exactly need an entire armory, you know? I catch enough hell for even having this around." He doesn't quite hand it off to Kenny yet though, eyeing the man briefly. "Maybe we could try to hit up one of the dealers down a few streets from here instead? Get your money, and be vigilante at the same time." Yep, he still doesn't quite like the idea of just robbing some random guy -but apparently he isn't against taking someone's car for a joy ride.

 

Kenny shakes his head. "Heck no, not going to mess with the status quo on the streets till I know who's who on the top dog list. Last thing I need are the cops /and/ the shady types wanting my neck at the same time. Just gonna do something low key, you'll see. I'm going one way or another. Bring it along or stay behind. Either way I'm heading out. Besides, anyone cruisin' Central Park this time of night deserves to get a little excitement in their lives."

 

Central Park (West End)

By far the largest park in NYC, the western end boasts of Tavern on the Green, a ritzy restaurant who was the first in the city to keep their white Christmas lights on the trees surrounding the property, and make it look magical. Just a short distance from the restaurant is the famous Strawberry Fields, dedicated to the memory of John Lenon. Plants from all over the world are planted upon the pathways that snake about the monument, a testament to the singer's own diverse way of thinking.

Beyond that is the Theatre, where many famous actors use their summer hiatus to act in Shakespeare's works. And overlooking the theatre itself is Belvedere Castle, transported stone by stone from Scotland, standing serenely and majestically over Turtle Pond, one of several natural conservatories located wtihin the park.

Karasuki, Hatsui, and Inami are here.

Obvious exits:

66th St. (WE)   Central Park (EA)   Wollman Rink

 

Dylan is just taking a walk. He needs those from time to time, and with Tatara being found, he can dump the Amefuri problem in that seishi's lap ... sometime.  For now- oh, the irony- he's spending some time contemplating Turtle Pond.

 

Chase is playing tag along, moving along after Kenny with all previous reluctance gone from his features. Bad influences are so much fun. That and he wasn't about to have Inami take off on him, and only leave Chase to miss out on all of the fun. That just wouldn't do at all.

 

Kenny quietly explained along the way to the park, just how the little game is gonna go down. Yes, to Inami it is a game, for he means no ill will to anyone out here, but there is a certain necessity to this. At least so he tells himself. Along the way, he convinced Chase to hand over the gun of course, discretely of course, not while they're out in a subway car or something. But the cover of darkness in the park is a great hunting ground for stalking either the idle rich or at least those foolish enough to venture into Central park late in the evening. Of course Inami's plans did not include happening on other seishi, but how would he know? "Shh.." he motions to Tomite, moving stealthily through the trees till he breaks cover just near the pond and coming up behind Dylan and pulling out the gun. "Hands up, don't move."

 

Dylan could have 'heard' this coming, but his mind was too busy. He has things to explain that aren't easy to explain, and now this? "The gods really do hate me."  See, all this time everyone thought he was just being pessimistic, but now he has proof.  "I just really wouldn't do that," he answers, showing his hands and near grinning. There's power there, and he can sense it.  "Hm..."  The best way to attack your attacker? 

 

Chase rolls his eyes as he is told to be quiet, briefly considering at this moment to take back his handgun from Inami just on principle alone. The teenager bites off a retort though, shadowing the other's movements with silence. As Kenny moves up to their apparent prey, the teenager actually hesitates for a moment. Wait just a... Naaaaah. And this is exciting. He approaches as well, standing off a few paces to the side of the other Genbu. "It's already been done. Your money..."

 

Kenny on the other hand is having a rather interesting reaction as his eyes nearly bug out of his head. On the upside, Inami's a good enough gunman that he doesn't automatically squeeze the trigger when Dylan starts talking in his head, though it is a near thing. Nudging Chase slightly with an elbow, he murmurs quietly, "Dude, I know it's been a while since I've been out, but when ya mug someone, they're not supposed to talk back in yer head right?" Really, the poor guy has had it up to his eyebrows in freaky things already, and this does take the cake. Sooner or later they all snap, "Awh hell. Why doesn't this work, I try to be 'nice' go for clothes and cash and every time I get someone turn out to be some freaking weirdo!"

 

Dylan holds one hand out, though there's nothing there just yet, there is a flare of light from the left side of his neck, white light tracing out the pattern.  "Nice?"  Yeah, guns are nice. He's been shot enough and, frankly, it's getting a bit old. He can't heal himself anymore! "You know, I dislike guns very much."  He'd much rather do this nicely, but if Kenny is going to keep the gun trained on him, he has very little choice. Reaching out, though with his mind instead of his hand, the force that had attempted to nudge the man into lowering the weapon is intensified, nearly shoving.  "And if you wanted something from me, did it ever occur to you to /ask/?"  And Chase's voice? "Oh, well.." 

 

Chase flickers a glance to Kenny, and then back over to Dylan as soon as he gets that tickle. "Dammit." And his scowl from before only grows annoyed. "Oh hells, you /would/ pick a seishi to try to rob, you /idiot/. I told you... should have gone for a drug dealer." Arms cross over his chest as he peers over at Dylan, growing more and more annoyed by the moment instead of penitent. "Give me the gun before you shoot him and make Suna all kinds of angry. This is ridiculous." Talk about a waste of an outing. He could have just stayed home and watched reruns.

 

Well you know, the moment Kenny feels that flicker and that voice in his head goes from some eerie echoing into a mental shove, his instincts 'shove' back. The barrier rises up in front of Inami in a second and shoves right back without much conscious thought attached to it. Sadly given Dylan's relative position.. this does mean a very likely quick dip into the turtle pond. >.> Kenny whirls on Chase, waving his hands in a sort of irritated gesture. "Seishi?! You couldn't say something before this? I mean I don't know anybody yet but you've been around haven't you? And who's Suna?" Oh he knows /Uruki/ but... Boy is he gonna be in trouble.

 

Oh, the irony. The fall, the splash, the sputtering, and the /look/ given the two Genbu once Dylan- turtle pond, oh, the irony, indeed- finally turns to look at the two.  "Oh, come /on/! Was that really necessary?" Great, now he's soaked.  At least water is his element? "...Chase? Want to explain this? And just /why/ shouldn't I tell Suna about all of it?"  Inami is glanced at and given a shake of his head, wet hair falling into his face. "One moment.."  Stepping from the water with a bit of a glare for Kenny, his hands go up to wring the bulk of his hair out--that does a lot of good.  -.-  "You know.. Wait. Who is your friend and why are you two playing mugger?" 

 

Chase blinks back over to Kenny, taking this moment to rub his hand at the back of his neck sort of hesitantly. "Whaaaaat?" he drawls slowly. "Setsuna is Uruki. And it's not like I expected Dylan to be out here communing with nature or anything. I was so damn worried that you might shoot yourself in the foot or something I wasn't paying attention." He looks after Dylan, and takes this moment to savor the sight. Fondly. A snicker or two, and then he is quick to add, "It's all Kenny's fault." Quick. Lay blame on Inami before it all, inevitably, ends up on him. "But... anyway, think you could spare a little cash, Dylan? Kenny here needs to get a new life." We'll just ignore all of those questions and such.

 

Kenny glances from the soaking wet seishi to the snickering one and just facepalms. Luckily with the hand that isn't holding the gun. "Chaaaase! You know this guy?! Why the hell didn't you say something?! If we wanted to just go around begging for money, we wouldn't be /mugging/ people. What's wrong with you?!" Oh yeah, pot calling kettle black, we know. Pointedly flicking the safety back on, Inami tucks the gun away before any late passerbyers have a good look. "Uruki? Oh by Genbu's many heads, I am not going to shoot myself in the foot. I've know how to freaking use a gun." On the other hand, the urge to shoot Chase in the ass is rising, but best not explore that thought too closely. He splutters at Tomite's impertinence, muttering under his breath. "/Now/ you ask for money? Oh good grief." Turning back towards the sopping wet Byakko seishi, he offers an almost genuinely sincere apologetic look. "Dude, I'm sorry. Thought you were someone else?"

 

The look given the two Genbu is nothing short of chiding as Dylan's arms cross over his chest.  "You both know that he's going to be told about this, right? And if he doesn't already know, I'll be quite surprised, even if he is resting. I refuse, however, to wake him only to tell him about the pure stupidity played out here tonight. ..and, if I trusted you with my laundry, I'd make you /both/ take care of this."  That said, he /can/ see the humor in the situation.  "You could have done worse, you could have run into an oni, and I doubt they'd have any problems correcting you two permanently for this."  Now he can laugh, because.. well.. they're Genbu!  "You know that all you had to do was tell me about the situation, right? Mmm.. I don't carry cash on me, but.. if it's going to keep both of you out of trouble, just promise not to go about mugging people again?"  He's still telling Uruki!

 

Chase is rolling his eyes again at Kenny, "Hey, you were the one that fairly jumped this guy. Didn't even give me a chance to stop you, so don't you go telling me that I'm to blame. I /tried/ to tell you that a dealer would be so much better, but noooooooo. Lets go get some dumbass that would be idiot enough to sit alone in the park." He strides over to Kenny, intending to take back the handgun and even give the man a sock to the shoulder, "So help me, if Brice finds out about this and tries to ground me again, I'm telling everyone that you fart in your sleep." Bahhhh, but now Dylan is getting in on it. "Saaaa, don't tell Suna. What's the point of that? What're you doing out here anyway?" You know, change the subject. And he isn't about to promise anything.

 

Kenny does that run his fingers through his hair and tugging in frustration move again, growling under his breath. "A quick, 'No! Not him!' would have sufficed, Chase!" It's funny when Inami's words flips back and forth from gutter to fairly educated like some pendulum. The sock to the shoulder just makes the seishi go white for a second, a soft grunt escaping as his eyes cross for a second. That would be the bum shoulder, where the bandages are currently covered by Brice's sweatshirt. He's not giving up the gun though and it'll be a brief scuffle over it if Tomite persists. "Oh like telling people that is any worse than what folks say about you, Tomite!" he growls, though all he heard specifically was that Chase was sleeping with some enemy floozy. He glances back at Dylan and tries not to resemble some sort of overgrown sulking child too much. "Er.. who /are/ you?"

 

Dylan shakes his head at Chase.  "I am most definitely going to tell him about this, because I don't break promises. ...dealer? Oh.. Byakko's /ass/! ..and that is ever so mature."  Does every faction have a problem child?  "...could you two not argue about this right now? What am I doing out here? I /was/ thinking, something the two of you apparently don't do well. Me? My name is Dylan, my seishi name is Karasuki. Now, I take it that you need money, that's something I /can/ take care of, and you /know/ you'd only have to ask. Had Uruki mentioned it, I would have arranged things earlier, but we've both been rather busy lately. As I said, I don't normally carry cash with me, but.. hells, I am so not going anywhere like this. Either we go back home and I change, or you wait until morning." 

 

Chase hears the tide of the argument go against him. See, inevitable. It's like fate or something. Blame landing squarely on his lap. "Look, are we done here? Because I am." He leaves the gun temporarily in Kenny's possession with a mutter, "I'm going home." And maybe he'll hotwire a car on the way to make the trip faster, and just do it for the hell of it. "Dylan? Give Mina my regards, please? If you see her before we go camping." And the boy turns around and hikes his way back across the park.

 

Kenny eyes Dylan rather warily, that paranoia from prison coming to the fore. No one there gives anything for nothing. Especially not after a failed attempt at mugging. "Why would you..just give me money?" he asks in some surprise and disbelief. He stares at Tomite stalking off and sets his hands on his hips as mutters. "Oh fine, just walk off. I am /so/ not going back there to stew in that apartment, cuz I'm gonna go plum crazy if I have to hide out in there another moment. And we've already got one nutcase in the family."

 

Dylan shakes his head at Tomite, sighing as he leaves.  "You know this is just going to make him worry, don't you?"  Ah well, even the Byakko have their problem child. "Why? You're a seishi, and we have to work together. You're also a Genbu, and I know that Uruki cares about all of you. Had he thought about it at the time, he would do the same, and if you go about mugging people- considering your success rate so far- he's not exactly going to be pleased, now is he. We have enough things to worry about between the two of us without adding to it, so of /course/ I would just give you money... even if I did end up going for a swim."