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[Victoria Alexander]

Sitting silently in a booth. The calm of night around her feeding her with the restless need to move. But she didn’t, she sat with her back against the hard wood seat. The coldness going through the thin material of her clothing. The waitress outfit Sally let her use. It seemed rather unpleasing to Victoria. The brightness of it all mocking her to look in appearance happy. The pink and white stripes teasing her knowing all to well that even she looked rather feminine in it.

Putting the back of her neck on the cool wood she let a soft sigh pass through her full lips as she knew she was getting too comfortable. Bob and Sally were very nice to her. Gave her some of Sally’s old clothing and they gave her a place to sleep and eat. All for her just to work a few measly hours in the restaurant. She was free to come and go. She felt bad that she couldn’t give more to these hospitable people. If she was in New York she would fight to earn a wage. Tax free just how she liked it. Here she got by on a few tips most of which she would slip into the register for the couple. They would always ask about it and Victoria would deny but in the end they knew it was from her, but they let it go.

Sliding over and standing up she was itching to do something. Maybe a walk would cool her down. Opening the front door she went through only to close and lock it nice and tight behind her. Stepping out from the doorway a cool wind blew past her, moving the frail dress around her. Victoria was taller than Sally and the dress showed it. Inching up past her knees ending mid thigh. It made her feel rather uncomfortable when the old guys would gock and smile as she walked past. She shook her head as to shake the thought free. She was used to being looked at but old men could just creep her out more than anyone else.

Turning into an alley she walked quietly, her boots which replaced the “cute” little pink flats Sally got for her, hit the pavement with familiarity. Sending small pebbles scattering about when she would occasionally skid her toe. Shoving her hands into the front pockets of the dress she walked on. She didn’t know where but she figured ‘what the hell might as well give myself a tour.’

Moving at a steady walking pace she thought about the other night. When she rather followed, not ran into, the bunch of guys and the kid. She wondered how he managed and why they were following after him in the first place. Shaking her head once again it wasn’t her place to care. Making her way across a street she looked both ways, not much happening she thought as she quick stepped onto the sidewalk again.

Hearing the scatter of a metal trash can and lid she halted. Her ears perking to hear anything but then stepped back quickly as a tabby cat ran past her. She laughed a little to herself, the thought of trouble following her seemed to be rather stupid since no one knew her here. Well other than the people from Varron but from her hair being longer and well her outfit for another, from a distance even she could be mistaken as a stranger.

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[Cale Rosiér]

His green backpack was rattling with 2 empty cans and 2 full ones. His voice was warbling with the inexperience of a man who has only sung in the shower before. His confidence in his voice was strengthened by the inebriation that a few beers had provided in celebration of another successful wrestling tournament.

"I'm 19 and 0...I'm 19 and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh...It feels good to be the guy that everyone knowwwwwwws...."

Weighing in at a mighty 153 pounds, he fell into a pile of garbage cans and began to laugh.

"I'm 19 and 0, I run to and fro, I'm not scared to showwwwwwww....I'm 0 and 19...and everyone's seen....I'm 19 and ohhhhhhhhhhh. I'm that guy that you don't want to see in your bracket, and do do be do, I've got quite a good racket...there's something to say about you, but I'd smack it I'm niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine teeeeeeeeeeeeeeen......"

There was an extremely, awkward pause.

"...and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His head moved laborously to the left, slumped down against the wall as he was, and noticed a girl looking only the slightest bit frightened by his performance.

"Hi. Hahahahaha!"

He didn't get up. He was 5 drinks in and ready to get on his bicycle and attempt to make it home alive.

[Ryou Jackson]

Ryou walked down the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets, enjoying the cool breeze. " Ah...nothing like a walk to clear your head." he thought, breathing in deeply. He passed by an alleyway, and heard the clanging of a metal trash can. " Hm? What's this?" he stopped, and turned his gaze to look into the alleyway. What he saw surprised him slightly.

" A girl? And in a dress? This isn't exactly the best place for that. But she's wearing boots, so that means she's probably tough as they come."

Ryou then wondered whether to call out and ask who she is, although she looked like she'd jump in fright from any loud noise.

" Hey! Are you okay?" he asked, calling out at a normal tone, enough to get his voice across, but not so loud to freak her out a lot. Making his presence know, he walked into the alley, his shoes sending pebbles flying out from under his feet.

[Victoria Alexander]

Hearing the rather drunken stupor of the person cluttered in the trash can Victoria raised an eyebrow in more of the 'what the hell' look as she turned toward the person. She shook her head more so in the fact that he looked three sheets to the wind. Nothing new to her she was used to the streets being cluttered with drunks. His rambling about 0 and 19 made her tilt her head slightly. Could they really be doing the tournaments here in this city just like Varron. No doubt this kid before her was no more than 16, 17 if that and clearly under the age to drink.

Hearing another sound in the opposite direction she turned her head and saw another person coming.

'Well don't this seem to be the hot spot tonight' she thought to herself. Taking her hand out of her pocket she held it up in the direction of the oncoming person. She didn't know what to expect but there was no hostility in the other persons voice nor any signal that he wanted any trouble. Now as for the guy on the ground it was hard to say. He seemed more of a happy drunk rather than the stupid one.

"I'm fine, but this guy wont make it a feet or two without smacking into an oncoming car if there happened to be one."

She turned her attention toward the guy on the ground.

"You ok?"

[Ryou Jackson]

Ryou reached the girl, and stood beside her, leaning forward slightly to look at the guy on the ground, who was clearly drunk, and in a very, very happy mood. " I'll say. He looks like if he tries to stand up, he'll just flop back down on the ground." Ryou heard him babbling about 0 and 19, whatever the hell that meant. Ryou straightened up, his hands in his pockets.

" What to do with Mr. Sunshine? If we try to let him go home, the next morning, we'd probably see his face on the news, something I'd rather not see."

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly, the spure of the moment made him temporarily forget he was with a complete stranger.

[Victoria Alexander]

Victoria watched the guy beside her out of the corner of her eye. His statement may be true about the kid being on the news if they just let him be on his way but with how flashy the drunken kid was no doubt wouldn't go with them easily.

She shifted her weight to the left side and proceeded to think about what she was going to do. Clearly she wasn't about to lug him about, the smell of alcohol that was coming from him seemed to make her own stumach turn. She wasn't about to lose the supper Bob had specially cooked for her just earlier in the day.

Hearing the guy beside her ask her name it was only then she turned her head to look at him. The question shouldn't have been too hard to answer but she kept thinking she was to stay out of site from the past varron students. If someone that knew her, knew her past friends would mention she was in town. It may cause her some grief she didn't need.

Deciding to keep it on a first name basis, that would make it a safe thing. How many Victoria's could there be, if anything it was quite a popular name, or atleast she thought so.

Pointing to her gold plated name plate, she spoke short.

"Victoria."

Turning back to the happy go lucky drunk she dipped her hand in her pocket taking out a cell phone before the guy beside her could cut in and exchange his name.

"Mr. Sunshine as you put it, needs a uniform instead of strangers. No doubt he would lack an ID or if he had one wouldnt be so easy to hand it over and clearly he wouldn't be the best person to ask directions."

She tossed the phone to the kid beside her.

"Call the cops and tell them you happen to stumble apon him. I'll wait until I see them come but I wont be sticking around to play witness."

She shifted her wait onto both feet and shook her head towards the kid on the ground.

[Cale Rosiér]

"Hahahahahaha, don't be weird. I'll make it back alright, I'm just walking. No car, folks! No dying tonight! I'm 19 and 0, you bastards! Hahahaha, I'm just kidding. You guys are alright. What are you doing out here? I can't imagine this part of San Fran being much fun at night if you're not completely rocked in the head. I got a couple beers if you guys are interested."

The blank stares of the passers-by made Cale feel quite the drunken fool.

"Aahhhhhh, hahaha, you guys are such prudes. Seriously though, it's cheap, but it's on the table. I'm not always such an idiot like this. I'm Cale. Whooooo! I'm the best wrestler at Hircine. I get hella braggy when I drink. Pardon à moi."

His smile was almost ear to ear, and he sluffed his backpack onto both shoulders in preparation to depart.

"So...what?"

[scarecrow117]

Corey walked down the street. quiet and thoughtful. it had been a long day, and the drug tests he took for his new job put him in a bad mood. it took over three hours for them to process his "sample" then say "your clear" idiots. he was tired of this place already. nothing interesting ever seemed to happen. then, as he walked past an allyways to his left, he saw the strangest sight. a guy, a girl, and what appeared to be a drunk man

"now, why the gathering in such a small place? strange..."

Corey lowered his eyebrows, into a look of determintation as one of them turned to him and noticed him standing in the entry way to the alley. they didnt look threatening, but strict training under his father had taught him to never underestimate your advisary, or possible advisary. then again, he also told him never to draw blood unless they intended to draw blood first. so, he waited, hoping that one of them would say somthing before he lost interest and was forced to move on.

[Victoria Alexander]

ooc - (Im waiting for jackson to post)

[Ryou Jackson]

OOC: So sorry for the delay, since school started up, it's been eating away at my free time. Anyways, without further ado.

" Victoria huh?" Ryou thought. " No last name, guess she wants to keep it on a first name basis. Pretty cautious and smart of her, since when is a random guy who just happen to appear and ask for a name your average day occurance? Either that, or she doesn't want to be recognized by someone, I mean, there must be at least a dozen or so Victorias out there." A cellphone was then tossed at him, which he caught, slightly surprised. " Dial the cops? Yeah, I guess that's the best thing for him." Ryou replied, staring down at Cale, as he flipped the phone open and dialed.

" Hello? I'd like to speak to the cops. Hello? Yeah, I stumbled on a drunk guy, who looks younger than me, can you come down and pick him up? You will? Thanks."

Ryou snapped the cell shut, and tossed it back at Victoria. " Done. The cops'll probably be here soon." Ryou then turned to leave, or he would've, if there wasn't a guy standing in front of him, blocking his path. " What the...? Who the hell are you?"

[scarecrow117]

what the...? who the hell are you?

Corey instantly liked this kid. he didnt appear the toughest person he'd ever met, but he had a flair, and wasn't afraid of Him. he liked that. "You can call me scarecrow." Corey suppressed a slight chuckle. 3 years ago he would have hated hearing that name, for it was invented as a mockery to his thin appearance. He had changed that though. he was still thin, but he was strong. and people generally saw that. Now he'd taken scarecrow on as his nickname, and lived with it like his mother had graced him with it.

"mind if i ask what you guys are doing back here? seems kinda odd you three being back here an' all. you DO know that there is a small gang about half a mile away, drunk as hell, walking this way." He looked pointedly at the girl. "they're talking about how they wished they had a woman."

Corey waited, relaxing his frame so as not to appear threatening, and waited for what they would do with this newfound information.

[Victoria Alexander]

She instantly disliked the guy who called himself scarecrow. She wouldn't mind stringing him up for the birds any day. With her phone in her possession she stuffed it in her pocket to hide how hard of a grip she had on it.

"Is that so." She rolled her eyes. "They couldn't handle me if they tried."

She looked back at the drunken kid now behind her as he was trying to assure everyone that he was fine. Clearly she should have walked away when she had the chance. This now crowd of people were starting to annoy her and no doubt if she hung around when the cops came she would be knee deep in trouble.

"Look kid if your so worried about the 'small' gang then you would clearly make haste."

She looked strait at the so called Scarecrow her arms now crossed over her chest. The vision of her in the waitress outfit and boots probably wasn't that threatening but if he was stupid to think she was a push over he would have another thing coming.

[Ryou Jackson]

" Is that so?" Ryou said, folding his arms across his chest. " Not that I'm saying I'm afraid of them, but if they're drunk, then their moves will either be very clumsy, or they'll faint before I even lay a finger on them." Ryou stared down at Cale, he doubt he could stand up, less walk home, wherever his home is. " A women huh? That "gang" would be foolish to try and take her on." he thought, judging by Victoria's looks and attitude, she was no pushover. " In that case, I'm leaving before the cops get here." Ryou said, before turning and heading out of the alley. As he walked on the sidewalk leading back to his house, he heard the sound of a sirens going off in the distance.

" Looks like I left in time." he thought, before shoving his hands in his pockets, the night was cold, the sky above him clear.

" I just hope that the rest of them leave soon, I'd rather not wake up and see either on of their faces on the morning news."

He sighed, the night wasn't exactly young, but it wasn't exactly late either.

[scarecrow117]

Tilting his head to the side slightly, Corey got the feeling that, judging by the girls facial expression, tone of voice and overtly hostile demeanor, that she didn't like him. he wondered briefly why, before shrugging it off. he didn't really care. the guy, who was standing up and had asked his name before he entered, wasted no time in leaving. smart kid. he stood slightly aside, giving ample room for him to past, before looking to the girl.

He looked her over, but made it obvious that he wasn't doing it out of any sort of lust. her outfit was bourish, like she might have just got off work, or was just on her way to work. judging by her stance and the movement of her body, Corey judged her to be able to handle herself just fine. That is. if she didn't mind dealing with weapons and a group of men whose numbers he judged to be about 20. he shrugged,pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. looking at it, he thought back to the time earlier this morning when he said he was going to quit. he hated smoking, and it gave him far less stamina, not to mention his breath.

He dropped the newly lit cig, and stomped on it, shaking his head to himself. " for reasons i can fathom, you don't like me. thats your choice. but id really hate to see you or this fellow roughed up for the amusement of a bunch of thugs." Turning his head slightly to the right, Corey heard sirens start off in the distance. he judged they would be here in 15 minutes, since the urgency of the problem wasn't high. he took a deep breath. "I'm heading to the park. id like you to come along. but i wont force you to do anything. its all up to you"

He looked down at the man slumped in the dirt, and shook his head. looking down the street, about 5 blocks away, he saw the gang stop and talk to someone, buying them a couple extra minutes. they'd be here in five, maybe ten. he looked back to the girl, and shifted his weight to the back of his feet, lightly rocking back and forth. "you comin' or what?"

[Victoria Alexander]

Without word or movement she just looked at as if he were crazy. It was already bad enough the guy just looked her over as if he was looking at the back of a box of cereal and then wants to excort her to the park. She didn't know if he was kiding or not but she wasn't about to walk away to follow some kid to no park. Specially if he had the notion that she couldn't take care of herself.

"Sorry kid I'll take my chances on my own."

She went strait letting her arms fall as she rolled her shoulders and turned on her heels. Looks like tonights exploration turned out to be nothing but a rut. With the sirens coming closer she had to move out, no doubt things would complicate with the police asking her questions.

Turning slightly she looked at the kid that was intoxicated.

"Better stay put your excort is coming."

And with no other words decided to turn and walk away.

(sorry I didn't continue on, figured I would move on to focus on other threads)

[scarecrow117]

OOC: (no biggiy. this one was just somthing i had been doing to pass time )

IC: Corey shrugged, Somwhat satisfied with her answer, and, after letting the girl pass without further ado, decided he'd wait around the corner for the police to show up.

If those kids turned hostile on the drunken man, he decided that he wasnt gunna leave him to fight alone. so, pressing his back against the wall, he waited.

The crowd passed him by without so much as a second look, and though he was somwhat relieved, he was quite irritated as well. "pff, what a waste of a perfectly good night" he said to himself, and sat beside the now unconcious fellow, looking over just as the police arrived.

as they thouroughly questioned corey, He decided that the park no long held its luster, for after almost an hour of wasted time, He wanted to try and catch what little sleep was left to him. turning back up the way he came, Corey headed for his apartment, frustrated at the nights uselessness.


OOC: (exit post)

[Cale Rosiér]

Deftly, as though he were perfectly clear-headed, Cale snatched up the cigarette before it got stomped on.

"Perfect, I was all out."

He rose to his feet and lit the cigarette, suddenly stunned by the gathering.

"Woah shit. Did I hear right? Did you call the cops? You're serious dipshits. I told you I was fine. I'm drunk, exhausted, and I'm probably going to throw up in about 5 minutes. Now I have to get to my bike and make it home before anyone sees me. You bastards better hope I don't bump into any of you sober. You ruined my night, you bastards. Screw you."

Sluffing his backpack onto his shoulders and steadying it with his right hand behind his back, Rosiér ducked into the nearest alleyway to find his bike, forgetting his inebriated state and instantly falling to the ground again.

"DAMNIT. ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

At a slower, steadier pace, he limped away, shouting one more expletive before being out of earshot of the other kids.