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Trixy


Morbid Laughter

Posts: 5
Date: Aug 5, 2009
MEAT : In the Street!
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< - Rain had fallen all night, and now as it abated the streets were slick with it. The air heavy with summer heat now made thicker by the moisture in the air. From where she stood she could see the reflection of the red neon sign where it shone on the wet concrete. MEAT! MEAT! MEAT! One word that beat at her mind like it wanted to make her brain leak out through her ears and slosh against the pavement. Everyday when she passed this way to the market she saw that sign mocking her and it was slowly driving her further over the already dawning precipice of her tolerance. - >
 
< - The tight curls of her hair had gotten frayed with the mist of rain that clung to them. Stray stands standing up out of the braid they'd been pulled into atop her head. A thin boned woman of medium stature, standing in the street with her fists pressed to her side as if she wanted to squeeze her own body into nonexistence. As her head lifted her black eyes moved in a smooth sweep from the reflection on the pavement and up to the sign itself. Nostrils flared as she drew in a long breath and smelled the scent of the hyenas who had been there. Insult to injury. Not only were they trying to run her out of business they were her own kind and hadn't come to pay homage to her in a city she had called hers for a lifetime. Her hunting grounds were being usurped and from deep in her chest a rolling chittering sound began. - >
 
< - The inhuman sound was eerie in the deserted street, but luckily this close to sunrise there was no one around to hear it. Moving towards the sidewalk in front of the shop her long skirt flowed around her legs with each step. She wouldn't stand for this insult. The anger reared its head inside her and she could feel the press of her beast as the creature answered that rage with a hunger all it's own. One thin hand curled into a fist so tight it made her knuckles go white, then she slammed that fist into the brick wall of the building with a scream so high pitched you'd think she was trying to break glass. - >
 
"Fuckers! Think you can run me out of my own town!?" < - Her Italian was perfect, the accent heavy and sounding of the wrong part of town. - > "Bastards."
 
< - The bricks had crumbled with a sound like cracking ice, some falling away to dust, but one large chunk clunked to the ground at her feet. Looking down at it she stared for a moment and then a smile curled her thin lips. Bending down she gripped the square of brick in her hand and with a huffing exhale of breath she hurled it at the sign above the BBQ joint, punctuated by a short yip of anger. The brick smashed into the metal base of the M on the sign, but her smile turned to a frown when she saw that she hadn't broken the neon. Instead the metal base had bent and now the light source to that M was going on and off so that now the sign appeared to say EAT MEAT! EAT MEAT! in quick succession. - >
 
< - Hands lifted into the air in frustration and she screamed at the building as if it had thwarted her. Down an alleyway she heard a noise like a garbage can being set out and with a quick glance around she scurried away into the darkness. Oh, this wasn't over. She would be back. And those scavenging bastards would be sorry they had come to Rome. - >



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RoninKyan


Cooking Hayena

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Date: Aug 6, 2009
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Meat was, honestly, doing a sight better than its multiple owners and caretakers had ever expected for it to. While they were looking to stay in Rome for at least the next several months (or longer?), they didn't have any particular emotional attachment to this business, or the one next door. It was just a means to an end, a passing fancy that had come to fruition and would likely end in flames before they traveled onto their next stop. If it did well or if it did badly wasn't a concern, beyond how it brought in some extra cash for the clan. Material things were nice, but the only things truly needed were your clan and a way to leave wherever you were; it was something born and bred into all of them, and wouldn't be changing. Still, it was nice that apparently people were liking to come into their barbecue joint, even if they tended to be bottom-of-the-barrel patrons. Those sorts were more to the hyenas' likings anyhow.

So it wasn't really annoyance at the destruction of something that Kyan had put some sort of work and effort into that made his head whip around when he heard the crashing of the brick against the sign out front. He'd been at the side of the building, having come out through a side door in order to toss out another bag of trash, when the sound caught his attention. And led to an interesting discovery. He and his clan weren't exactly familiar with many types of lycanthropic beings, but of course he could recognize another hyena. And he could feel that this thing out there was one. Dropping the bag of trash indiscriminately on the ground, he moved out to the front of the building, green eyes piercing through the darkness as he breathed in the air, tasting it for the hyena's scent. She was roughly as strong as him and he could feel it, that causing his own power to flare out a bit automatically. The fact that she was, in fact, female, made this all the more interesting. It was less in his nature to outright attack a dominant female, but definitely in his nature to push at them.

He stepped towards her quickly, movements containing that slinky tinge of a predator that was considering a hunt -- it didn't help that she was trying to scurry away. Jeans that were stained and on the ratty side, along with a nondescript t-shirt that had likewise seen better days were the bulk of what covered him, a pair of old workboots on his feet and a black apron that looked to be made of a thick plastic still tied on. He was in charge of a lot of the cooking at Meat, and hauling and chopping bloody things could take its toll. No gloves though, and the smell of the dead animals inside clung to his hands the mos, the rest of him smelling like a mixture of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and something like car grease. Getting nearer, a slow and slight grin hit his lips. A burst of speed and he was right behind her, breathing in her scent from her hair grazing his nose before he was moving backwards just as quickly, in case she tried to whip back and grab him.

"Oy -- the fuck do we have here, then?" Speaking intelligibly so that she could actually partake in the conversation, but with his Irish accent still slurring the words together somewhat. He paused, just out of reach, eyes on her as he stayed his ground instead of moving to greet her more formally. A challenge, of sorts, although he didn't see it as a large one. They were of more or less equal power, and she was on his territory. If etiquette was to be followed here, he expected her to be the one extending the first formality.

And some part of him definitely hoped that she wouldn't.


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Trixy


Morbid Laughter

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Date: Aug 7, 2009
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< - When she heard the sharp sound of that grating voice she spun on her heels to face the man who had come out. Snarling angrily her lips peeled back from her slightly yellowed teeth and with a grunt she spit from the slight gap in her front teeth. Glaring at the man who had appeared with black eyes that had narrowed to slits she felt her beast rise up pridefully, hackles raising in a predatory manner. As far as she was concerned in her own twisted mind this was her territory and always would be. Over her dead body would that change. Probably a bad way of thinking about things but she wasn't any good at seeing that type of thing. - >
 
"Bastard! Meat Bastard!"
 
< - She rambled on a bit longer in Italian but the gist of it was all the same. Different takes on the same profane thing. With a quick movement she did the first thing that came to mind and slammed that tiny fist into the brick wall once again and scrambled to get hold of a chunk of crumbled red brick. Grabbing it up quickly she lobbed it overhanded at Kyans fat head. Mouth opened with a long inhuman cackle as the brick sailed through the air and bonked him on the forehead. - >
 
< - Before the brick hit though she was high tailing it out of there. Not content yet for a showdown. Running like the devil was about to tear into her ass she headed towards the bar and left the hyena to deal with the busted sign and aching forehead. Thinking he deserved it simply for having the audacity to be there. As she went to bed that night she thought about Agnese and figured she might as well find the girl and see if she was still up for a little mayhem. Always good to have back up. - >


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Owen


Hyena'ous

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Date: Aug 9, 2009
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The humidity didn't sit well with Owen Flanagan and quite honestly he found the stifling dewpoints unbearable -- especially when he was tired or had had a less than stellar night.  It was an ironic sort of position considering he was an animal that was indigenous to Africa and should be stereotypically pleased with the steamy Italian climate but alas, this Pikey didn't give a fuck about that nonsense.  It had been a long night of throwing back drinks and slinging barbecue and just as he and Kyan had reached what Owen believed to be a rather decent job of cleaning up, Kyan had disappeared out the door.

It was par for the course and minus his own childish blustering over having to actually shower at some point, he was just about ready to turn in...until he heard what he thought was a random hyena call.  It stopped him dead in his tracks, his large frame still while he focused his senses on the general direction of the sound's origin.  It would have been easy to shrug it off and find a place to crash but his acute hearing, the way his body was inhumanely predisposed to picking up on things when they weren't right, made it damn near possible to ignore and so he waited.  There were no signals from Kyan -- on the contrary, he heard the trash as it was dropped down in the alleyway and settled some, moving off toward the back of the restuarant to see if there was a place to curl up in the trailer but then there was another sound from out front.

While it wasn't the mistaken laugh of a hyena it was definitely a noise that had to be checked out, turning on his heels and pointing his tall frame toward the side exit where Kyan was still apparently at.  Only he wasn't there.  "Where are ya?"  Simple question that was met with no answer though that didn't stop Owen from investigating, starting with finding out what that noise was about and contorting his face into confused irritation at the broken portion of their sign and then back up again to Kyan just as he got blasted in the head with a brick by some crazy bitch. Oooo Regan was gonna be pissed and while he wanted to chase whoever the lady was, he couldn't leave Kyan.  "What the bloody hell was that?"  A scorned lover?  Doubtful although he had finally realized that it actually was a hyena that he'd heard and it only served to confuse him further.  "Should I go get her?"  And he looked ready to bolt at even the slightest gesture on Kyan's part that that was what he wished of his youngest sibling.


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RoninKyan


Cooking Hayena

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Date: Aug 9, 2009
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Whoa, a crazy. Given his family (and his own mental state) it wasn't something that was worrying or shocking, but also not something that he tended to expect from random strangers passing by. His upper lip curled involuntarily in the start of a snarl, the sound reaching the air when she started to shout at him. He had half a mind to just jump her right there, rip into her and make her sorry that she'd ever ventured over to this part of the city. Maybe drag her back to the funeral home and toss her inside before going to get his clanmates. They could all have a fun game of chase that way. She seemed a bit like a tantruming child to him though (and this was exactly why Kyan hit kids), not really like a threat -- until she threw the brick.

He wasn't expecting it and was too close to properly move out of the way. He ducked a bit but the thing still made contact with his forehead, its corner striking sharp against his skull. He hissed in a sharp breath, his hand going up to the injury instantly, distracted long enough for Trixy to get a headstart in running away. He felt his brother come up to his side and heard him speaking as Kyan pulled his hand back down to look at the blood on it. His brother's eagerness and willingness to go after whoever that was made the temporary pain of the blow disappear. He shook his head a bit, keen eyes on the figure made tiny by distance. She was harmless enough at the moment. They could go after her later, maybe.

"No need. Just some crazy cunt. Regan'll want to see her for herself." Take her out too, Kyan was sure. If there was one thing he knew his Oba wouldn't want around, it was another strong female that might try to threaten her, or poach her boys. Blood still on his face, he turned back towards their bar. "C'mon. I want a drink." And in they went.

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