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."