WD's Taking Back the Streets [IC]

[Evolución]

Scarecrow nods exaggeratedly.
"We all need the gold,
we are all humans after all,
eat drink rent pay,
do you think I'm made of hay?

But its important that you know,
that despite they shine like gold,
those green little papers,
might be as dirt as used diapers!"

[Spectrum]

D-Fens

D-Fens smiles widely towards Sunrise, trying to be friendly, and maybe coming off less creepy than normal. Less being the operative word there. He nods a bit towards the case, He carefully enuncaites again, the pain and concentration of it written large, "Please? Take care of? I will watch clown." His hard cold eyes never leaving Scarecrow.

[Omega Girl]

Sunrise
HP: 1 - Condition: Normal

"Alright guys, I think the poo-gas is getting to all of us. Let's just step down and talk. There's more than enough cash for us to split. I ain't planning on any trips to Aruba soon."

[Evolución]

"I'm looking for clues,
You are looking for profit,
take, if you want, the blues,
I care for none of it.

You want the stoners too?
Have them as well, you!
But ask no more,
from who through secrets bore.

Scarecrow replies, placing his free hand on his chest, as indicating he is speaking of himself, clearly declaring he has the means to extract information from the drugs and the money. Mariotte is still holding the case full of drugs, awaiting for an answer before tossing it into the waters as well.

[Omega Girl]

Sunrise
HP: 1 - Condition: Normal

Sunrise popped open the soggy breifcase and pulled out two neat stacks of twenties; the $4,000 would keep her, mom, and the sibs housed and fed for a good four months! It was more money than she'd ever seen in a beatdown.

"Dude, if you'd just speak English, maybe these problems wouldn't come up." She tucked the cash into her belt pouch and kicked the briefcase over the D. "Some of us slept through English."

"And you can keep the drugs. I'm no junkie." She arched an eyebrow accusingly.

[Evolución]

"I speak English fairly well,
rhythmically is how I spell!
I'll research and see what I can tell
from the drugs these guys sell..."

reassures the man in disguise.

[whiteprofit]

Grave Robber
HP: 1

The goons from tonight won't be going home anytime soon, so I have time to lift the prints off of the possessions I procured and run them over to my contact at the Police Department. There's always a risk taking my work there, but in six, nearly seven years it's still the most reliable set of data to run against.

"Hey there, Charlie," I say, with my regular, charming smile. The lab tech takes a well practiced gasp as I step from the shadows.

"Oh, it's you." She greets me with a sarcastic tone, trying to cover the fact that she likes me. Her voice is well protected, but her eyes always give her away.

"Can you run some prints for me? If they don't come up, they will soon enough. I think they should be walking in the door any minute, but I want a heads up. I also have a hunch these blokes are gonna have a preexisting record. I just need names and addresses. I can take care of the rest."

"Ahead of the cops, hey?" She asks, as if I'm not always ahead of the cops.

"I figured you're going to have to run them anyway, so it would save you some trouble."

"I'll see what I can do." Charlie turns away as if I've already left. A sure sign the job will be taken care of.

Once I have the information I can scout these guys out tomorrow. See who they work for, what makes them tick. I can tell it's setting up to be a long couple of nights, so I turn in early.

[Evolución]

Mariotte makes his way through the sewers to the station and to his modest apartment. It had been a hard night, not because of the goons he had dispatched, but for the tense situation with the other vigilantes he found. One way or the other, he had managed to secure the drugs, and his improvised laboratory should give him an idea of what these chemicals actually do, and where are they from. Perhaps contrast them with online sources of drugs and other bibliographic records. But that had to wait till morning. The Scarecrow was hitting the bed.

The morning found Doctor Hercule Mariotte working on the drugs.

Expertice (Chemistry):26 You mentioned you can't take 20 on these things right? Mariotte has a +12.

[CaptainChaos]

Huntress

The next day found Lacy working at the Library. It wasn't a very exciting job except for the occasional pervert who used the library computers to look at porn. Usually it was older women who still liked to check out books regularly and others using the computers to look for work.

After re-shelving the returns and doing her turn at the reception desk, she started researching the people she had met the night before. Google was almost entirely useless except to bring up a few brief news stories that mentioned unknown vigilantes. From the descriptions on the articles, it was easy to match them with some of the people she had met last night.

It was when she used some of the more obscure search engines available that she came across some blogs with even more information. Some of these blogs were clearly used as covert communication between gangs in different cities. There were references to Grave Robber, the Scarecrow guy, and Fixer as well as obscure references to the homeless man from last night. As for the girl, there were no direct references to her but perhaps she could find some information on the street. She would try that approach tonight.

She also used the library's computer to sign up for her driver's license test. Both of her bodyguards had been giving her driving lessons on the side without her parent's knowledge. At least with that she could go out on her own at night without having to have someone drive her around.

[Spectrum]

D-Fens

The homeless crusader looked around at the new fortress, making mental notes of what more work needed to make this place sufficient for further work. It wouldn't be a home, but the vigilante wasn't working for a 'home' only a place to take temporary rests while the War continued. The War was eternal and would always continue, even though the warriors may give their lives to the grinding machine.

The thoughts of the near murder passed through his mind again. Was it more disturbing that he had wanted to put down a potential enemy.. or that he hadn't completed the task? Even though there were reasons to hesitate, were they strong enough to turn away potential allies.. even if they are less committed. With a growl he pushed away the thought that perhaps he was overcommitted and was taking the War too far. Heresy!

He began to connect the fishing string and post it notes throughout the small apartment, charging the often complex flow between the conspiracies within the city and the wider world. What actions could he take to nudge things in one direction or another. What would it take to bring the entire thing crashing down.. regardless of whether he was there to observe the end.

His own life meant so very little except as a warrior, nothing more. He could do no other.

[Omega Girl]

Sunrise
HP: 1 - Condition: Normal

"Mia, what the hell is this?" Karen Montaign peeled open the envelope her daughter--who could now be tried as an adult--had just handed her. A plump stack of twneties peeked out.

Mia pulled the apple out of her mouth and tossed it to Duncan; kid needed to eat more. "It's money, Ma. People buy groceries with it." She dropped the grocery bag full of milk, pop-tarts, and canned veggies on her mother's table to prove her point. "It's just some of my winnings from last night. Wanted to help you out."

The two glared at eachother across the chaos of the kitchen. The Montaign apartment was never clean, but in the hour before school it degenerated into warzone. Caro had apparently returned home, but marked her continued protest by ignoring her younger siblings, leaving Mia juggling the twins into their coats and Karen to sort books between five worn backpacks.

"Winnings from your 'races'? You know I don't want you running around with those gangs, Mia."

"It's not a gang thing, Ma. Hand to God! It's good old fashioned sports, like the X Games." Her mother was especially proud of her year competing in the half-pipe, so Mia brought up the X Games whenever she needed to win a fight. That was before six kids, obviously.

"Then why don't you bring me or you siblings to your meets?"

" I said it wasn't a gang thing, not that it's completely legit. Cops don't like kids running around random rooftops. Its like a insurance thing." Her mother's eyes narrowed; time to switch tactics. "You got the time to patch coats for the twins? Because it's gettin' cold. I could take 'em shopping this weekend."

"Fine," the elder Montaign threw up her hands."Speaking of, I need you to watch them tonight. I've got another parent-teacher meeting for Shana."

"Again?" Mia shot her little sister a dirty look, but the dirty little brunette just smirked back and shrugged. She sighed and turned back to her mother "Yeah, sure. They on their meds this time?"

"Should be." She dropped a half-full cereal bowl in the sink and looked up at the clock. "Dammit. Caro, Duncan, Shana! Out the door! And make sure Shana actually GOES TO SCHOOL." Ms. Montaign threw on her uniform shirt and pulled her hair back. "And you can get those two to school?"

"Ma, when have I ever delivered them anywhere else?" Her mothers nonplused stare listed the half dozen 'incidents', but Mia pretended to ignore her and she herded James and Jenna out the door.

Sooner or later, her mother was going to demand starting more details about where the money care from, and she wasn't going to like that. Hopefully having a few people to work with and cover her backs would make the lies a little easier to juggle. "James, I swear to god if you lick that, I will kick your ass down the rest of these stairs." Yes, extra hands would help a lot.

[Walking Dad]

Grave Robber's contact is able to identify several sets of prints. Some are unregistered, some belong to Blue St. members. The suitcase with the drugs only had the prints of one gang member, the one with the money of several gang members and nearly no other. The gang is active in the harbor area and epically strong in drug sells and prostitution.

Scarecrow was able to easily identify the drugs. Fairly typical street stuff, but relatively poor and not extended with too much harmful substances. He thinks this would be usually even extended more before being sold in the streets.

Huntress is able to find D-Fens blog. (Spectrum, please give some details about your characters posts)
Other than that, she learns for the theory part pf the license.

D-Fens tries to fit the vigilantes he met into his conspiracy theories, but by all accounts, they seem to work in another net, seemingly against his identified enemies. It will be interesting to learn who his pulling their strings. There also seem to be an increased interest in his blog.

Sunrise has her hands full juggling her family...

Did you agree on a meeting place and time in the IC thread?

[whiteprofit]

Grave Robber suggested a church with a dark courtyard in the back amidst several grave stones. its local, lots of exits, yet dark and secluded enough to meet quietly without locking anyone in a corner.

Grave Robber will be there at the designated time awaiting the others.

[Walking Dad]

Excellent. As you added the location do the setting, would you do the honor to describe it in a bit more detail to the others. The others can also start to describe their characters arriving there.

[whiteprofit]

Grave Robber
HP: 1

I'd hoped to be at the church ten minutes early, but the exaggerated pace at which I'm walking has brought me here well over twenty minutes in advance. Hurry up and wait is the reoccurring story of my life.

The dark colored church stands on the corner of twelfth and Park, spilling stone steps out onto both roads under the tall steeple of stained glass, clock, stone and cross. To the side, there is a small path that leads to a cemetary and courtyard barely lit by a single light that provides more shadows than clarity. The garden foliage has reached out over the cement sidewalk in many areas, and appears up through the cracks as well, taking back the landscape inch by inch. Above, the courtyard is watched by statue angels in various poses of descending, ascension, and song. They are joined by the silent grave stones that occupy the fenced in area. They are weathered and hard to read through moss and erosion.

The whole scene is a bit ominous and I hope I haven't picked a poor location. Though if a church at night scares off any of these vigilantes, it's probably not the best line of business for them.

I take to a stone bench that looks back on the entrance from the side of the church. Any arriving will find me here.