Vagabonds IC (The Plough)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Extreme =&gt; Extreme Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Senti on 16-12-2010, 12:51:14</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 12:51:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>We are old, we are young, we are in this together.<br>Vagabonds and children, prisoners forever,<br>With pulses a-raging and eyes full of wonder<br>Kicking out behind us again.<br><br>Vagabonds, New Model Army</em><br><br><br>It was late spring, and the Mayday bank holiday was but a week away, indeed it meant summer was close and that was important to many of the vagabonds, supernatural or not.&nbsp; It had rained earlier today but that had done little but freshen the air, and by now the pavements were dry again, but the scent remained. It was but a just past midday and the sun though still somewhat pale hung in a now clear blue&nbsp; sky. <br><br><br>The white walls of the Plough seemed to shine out a little as that sun caught them, certainly something was drawing people towards the place. Perhaps it was the music, the sound of instruments warming up, or maybe it was because they were renowned for their Cider and their Ale, both of which were brewed on the property. The reason didn’t matter though; today at least the Plough had an aura of frivolity and merriment. This small City pub for today breathed yet more life into the City as people began to gather. <br><br>Today was an annual event before the true celebrations to welcome summer began, some local musicians and a caller made for an interesting folk dance that any might join in with. A way of calling to the spirits of the summer hoping it would be a fruitful one. Even the non believers still seemed to enjoy the celebration and the tradition.<br><br>The majority of those that were beginning to congregate outside were a young, rather motley and dishevelled crew, coloured hair and pericings, bright clothes mingled with those dressed in black, thus creating an artistic display. The scent of leather and petulia merged with smoke and the occasional sweet scent of cannabis. However it had to be said children ran and played and some of older locals sat and enjoyed the spectacle. After all it had happened for a number of years before and there was never trouble.<br><br>Old friends and new began greet each other, many had been settled for the winter, and thus old contacts were being reformed. Laughter and chatter joined with the music then, for a moment the place appeared to spark as energies combined to create something very beautiful. The moment passed, as it would but many of those gathered felt it, and somehow many knew this was going to be an interesting festival season, and a part of it started here.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 13:31:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/BenBrowder2.jpg)</div><br>George Williams stood against the front end of the RV nearest the festivities, his burly face turned up in a slight smile.&nbsp; Both Vagabonds and visitors alike danced with one another as though it were the most natural thing in the world, young and old sharing in a moment of freedom from all the drudgery that awaited them back in their cities and towns where people forgot what it meant to <em>live</em> in the purest form of the word.&nbsp; Every once in awhile his feet seemed to try and move of their own accord, willing him into the undulating group and wading amongst laughter and music and color, but always he stopped, crossed his arms, and shook his head as if waking up from some daydream.<br><br>Instead he looked back at the RV, squinting at the tinted windows and lavish drapery that had been secured behind every transparent surface.&nbsp; To anyone watching, one could almost hear the thought slip through his mind:&nbsp; <em>"Would she approve?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 12:32:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/56/Charactervanessa.jpg)<br><br>Vanessa wandered through the crowd, her feet leading her where they may.&nbsp; She ignored those who drew back, fearful of the dangerous gleam in her eye.&nbsp; Many would have sworn she was there to commit violence, but in truth she was simply enjoying the day.&nbsp; Carpe diem, or whatever the saying was, she may as well enjoy today, for tomorrow she might fall to the claws of the 'pure'.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 13:07:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>George</strong><br>It was a wonderful to watch, such a display to watch, it was somehow intoxicating even without alcohol. Though many of the vans and buses were parked up back on the site a few like the one that George was taking care of was closer. No one questioned this, after all it had become normal. As it was many here had secrets.<br><br>A young woman dressed in somewhat tatty clothes which fell in many layers against the slight chill in the air approached.&nbsp; A number of pericings graced her face which was pleasant enough, her hair was in braids and was bright pink in colour. She smiled and offered a pint of ale. “You look like you maybe want to dance?” She had a slight accent possibly from Wales though it was very soft.<br><br><strong>Vanessa</strong><br><br>Of course there were those in the large group that avoided Vanessa, though a few had grown used to her as they had grown used to the many interesting denizens of this strange rag tag bunch of individuals. Even the mortals might be considered as ‘interesting.’<br><br>The Irreka could see the rest of her pack moving about as they always did, perhaps like watchdogs. Alan was protective of this group, they were ‘his’ territory. His wife chatted with various locals and served a few drinks helping the landlord that aided in the setting up.<br><br>Cath gave Vanessa a wave in between trying to organise her own children and a few of the other stragglers. She also gestured to some drinks. For a blooded woman Cath was very strong and she kept this band as close knit as one could.<br><br>Those about Vanessa continued to enjoy the celebrations, one of the young men with the scent of leather, patchi and cannabis even asked for a dance later. <br><br><br>(OOC: Both Characters can be aware of each other.)<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 13:37:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				George offered the woman a wry smirk, accepting the pint gladly with a friendly nod.&nbsp; "It's certainly tempting, Ma'am," he said with just the slightest touch of Southern drawl, the courtesy almost amusing in this day and age.&nbsp; He took a small swig from the mug before placing on the hood of the RV.&nbsp; "Can't say I've ever been all that much of a dancer though, far as I can recollect.&nbsp; Two left feet, ya might say."<br><br>He looked the girl over for a moment, not with predatory or lusting eyes but with the sort of calm and easy glance one might give a particularly charming flower.&nbsp; "Something tells me you're the sort to enjoy that sort of thing though.&nbsp; Just <em>moving</em>, I mean, for the sheer sake of it.&nbsp; Have you come a long way to get here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 18:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>George along with pink haired Gwen</strong><br><br><br>The beer was pretty strong but tasted good, this Pub certainly knew its trade, the Cider would likely be as good though mixing the two might not be advantageous. The young woman smiled at the drawl that spilled from his mouth and the seeming immaculate manners. He appeared a little strange but no more so than many here.&nbsp; “It’s a shame, so I can’t even tempt you to ‘Strip the Willow’ with me.” <br><br><br>She was not really flirting just having fun as most here were, her head tilted to one side though at the last question, a slightly bemused passed her face.&nbsp; “Not so far...Just Wales, some friends of mine were joining up with these folks to I joined them. I heard they were a good bunch to travel with.” She smiled again, “Sounds like you came further? By the way my name is Gwen.” She put out her spare hand as the other was used to take a swig of her own drink.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 02:47:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				George laughed, but it sounded just a bit tired towards the end, like it was just barely masking a sigh.&nbsp; "You could say that.&nbsp; Back from the States, but these past few years I've been all over.&nbsp; Much as I miss home sometimes, I think I've warmed up to the Isles.&nbsp; Has an Old World feel to it, like anything could happen.&nbsp; Bah, but I'm blatherin'!"<br><br>He took her hand as naturally as could be, as though he'd practiced for the moment all his life, and pressed his lips to it before breaking into a wide grin.&nbsp; "George.&nbsp; George Williams.&nbsp; A pleasure to meet you, Gwen."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 05:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vanessa raised her eyebrow at the man who asked to dance, but made no reply otherwise.&nbsp; She gave a friendly wave to Cath, but didn't help herself to a beverage.&nbsp; She wasn't thirsty, she wanted to wander.&nbsp; She hated being still.&nbsp; Her feet took her in ever increasing circles, her eyes scanning the crowd more out of boredom than any expectation of finding something.&nbsp; Only when she reached the edge of the crowd did she stop to glance around for a good vantage point, somewhere she could watch the entire crowd from.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 22:53:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>George</strong><br><br>“Well I don’t mind your blatherin’ I like your accent.” She took another swig of her drink, and tapped her foot to the music that was picking up, as yet the band had not started, yet the atmosphere in this place offered so much. It seemed to offer Life and a sense of joy.<br><br>“You are right ...at least from what I have been told; anything can happen or is possible with this band. That’s why I joined them.” There was a pause then, “Oh sorry you mean like the Isles....I feel...” She put her hand up and chuckled. “Really I am not that drunk...” <br><br>Gwen’s&nbsp; smile grew broader as George kissed her hand , and her chuckle became more girlish, in different clothes she might be considered feminine.&nbsp; “Well you certainly have manners...I feel like I have stepped out of some book. Now you have kissed my hand I think a dance is in order don’t you? I’ll find a card if you like.” With that she searched her pockets still laughing as she did.&nbsp; The young woman was nothing special save she was filled with life.<br><br><strong>Vanessa</strong><br><br><em> Goosey Goosey Gander whither shall I wander,<br>Upstairs, downstairs and in my lady's chamber<br>There I met an old man who wouldn't say his prayers,<br>I took him by the left leg and threw him down the stairs.</em><br><br>A couple of the pack and the blooded mingled along with the other supernaturals; it would be fair to say that they could certainly pass unnoticed within the folks here. As it was like most years so far there was no trouble brewing on the horizon.&nbsp; Though there was certainly beer brewing in the pub itself. <br><br>Being Uratha Vanessa was aware of the spirits in the area and that bar certainly had a few, though it was not surprising considering the age of the place, and the history that likely surrounded it.&nbsp; Different music occasionally caught her attention however,&nbsp; over the sound of the band that were almost ready to start playing proper.&nbsp; <br><br>If anyone else heard anything they were certainly not showing it. It appeared most were caught up in the small festival.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 02:32:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul Blackfingers wandered the gathering on the fringes- his habitual post. He was known to most of the vagabonds as 'that creepy, quiet Yankee kid who smells good' because of the blessings of his Court. A fresh scent that effected people on a nearly subconscious level trailed him where ever he went, reminding people of Springtime and pleasures found under the open sky.<br><br>He was a dark-haired, slimly built youth with bright green eyes and a lean lipped smile who rarely spoke but often watched. He'd wandered into the motley collection one winter's day and hadn't ever actually left. He never seemed to have any money, but his good looks and easy charm served the Vagabonds well. His attractive looks drew in both men and women, and his way with words was oft remarked on as being able to turn a brawl into a party. Further making him useful was his medical knowledge- he knew enough to pass for a second or third year med student.<br><br>He walked along with his hands in his pockets and his hair draped lightly across his face, watchful of anything of note. He didn't truly expect anything dire to happen, but when this many people were collected in one place, something always went wrong.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 02:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vanessa frowned at the presence of the spirits, so many in the physical world was not a good sign.&nbsp; Was there a loci nearby?&nbsp; She would have to remember to ask Alan later.&nbsp; But, none of the others seemed concerned, so Vanessa put it from her mind as she heard the second stream of music.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned the crowd for the source.&nbsp; It wasn't unusual for multiple people to be playing at once, but something about it caught her attention.&nbsp; She tried to pinpoint where it was coming from and, if she could, set out in that direction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 05:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				George smiled heartily as he listened to Gwen go on, kicking himself off the front of the RV and taking a step closer to the girl.&nbsp; "I can't promise you any miracles, but I'd be nothing but a fool not to accept an invitation from such a pretty young thing.&nbsp; Now what's that about a card?"<br><br>From the expression on his face it was clear the man was smitten, by both her words and her nature.&nbsp; Next to him with his drab clothes she practically glowed like a field in summertime, but from the looks of it that seemed to suit him just fine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 14:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Paul</strong><br><br>Many of the hardened members of the group were more than used to the ‘creepy Yankee’, though that being said with so many more than usual creatures here, they had not become accustomed as it were more they just they were aware of them. As it was they were part of the crew and thus deserved the same respect as the others. (If not a little more)<br><br>The mixture of people here was wonderful, there were more than the hardcore members that parked up for the winter or the others that&nbsp; found squats and were meeting up for the first time in months. Here at theis gathering&nbsp; there were also the students and the ones that were dipping their toes into the life style. The truth was many would be back with their parents or back at their jobs within a week.&nbsp; However they only added to the colour for now.<br><br>He could see the two other of his kind; the young man was rarely away from the side of tall and most attractive woman, yet it was quite clear they were not lovers, though they appeared close in age it was apparent he treated her more as a mother figure. She in her turn was certainly protective.<br><br>A few of the children rushed passed him, uninterested in the thought of the dancing. They were all pretty wild but for the most harmless, and the adults certainly kept their eyes on them.<br><br>All in all the event appeared relatively harmless, and the fact that many of the older locals were here gave it a safer feel to it. Of course some of the older ladies with their grey hair winked at him, and it had to be said that he turned a few eyes on his passage.&nbsp; He was easily able to grab a drink and enjoy the special of the last few days of spring.’<em> Summer was a Comin’... </em> Not today but in week the courts would change one more.<br><br><strong>Vanessa</strong> <br><br>Perhaps the spirits were drawn by the gathering, after all the amount of less usual people within this group was somewhat interesting, though mainly mortal there were those that had even deeper secrets.&nbsp; The sounds seemed to be from inside the building perhaps, at was only her sharp ears that caught the sound.<br><br>It appeared she was not alone in that which she heard. Alan was too busy dealing with other matters as well as his daughters he was making the usual meeting with the local pack Alpha, making good there time there, they were old friends it appeared, and had history. She would likely be introduced at a later stage. No it was not him another was looking towards the Pub, the scarred woman with the child. Her eyes flitted nervously to the building but even more so to her daughter.<br><br><strong> Gerorge</strong><br><br>“A card, don’t you gentlemen from the south like to sign a ladies dance card.” There was another chuckle, “Even if she is wearing combat boots.” She took another swig of her drink and then wiped her mouth.<br><br>It was obvious she found the man attractive, he made her smile, of course she had been told of some of the dangers of travelling with this band. Somehow in the cool yet bright late spring sun everything seemed so well with the world. Perhaps it was the smoke from earlier; perhaps it was the pint she had drunk, the company, and more than that the safety of a group so renowned in her circles?<br><br>Whatever it was, she looked to the band, they would be starting soon.&nbsp; “So if I were you I would finish your drink and get those dancing shoes on.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br><br><em>(OOC) All of the PC's can be aware of the others if they wish.</em><br><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 04:44:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul sipped his drink as he walked around. He was still 'new', having only been with the caravan for a couple- few months or so, but he was mostly harmless. He was friendly enough in his quiet way, and hadn't ever uttered a cross word to anyone in the group. As he passed faces he knew, he gave almost shy smiles out.<br><br>George and his new friend got a slight wave and a good natured finger waggle indicating that they should behave as he passed within a few feet of them. Sipping his drink, the human shaped creature continued on, though the pheromone laden scent that followed him no doubt contributed to their good cheer.<br><br>Vanessa got a long look, and then a slightly curled lip. Not a sneer or anything unsavory, just an almost Elvis-like gesture of appreciation and good cheer. His bright eyes twinkled as he looked her over, and then he tipped an imaginary hat at her before continuing on his way.<br><br>He made his way towards the two creatures of the Hedge. To their eyes his features were starkly ophidian. What skin that could be seen was covered in small, dry looking scales in dull brown and bright orange patterns; unblinking eyes brilliantly gleaming from behind sideways blinking, nictating membranes; fine gray ridges where his teeth should be; and faint webbing between his fingers. Clearly a member of the Beast kith, Paul nevertheless was brightly colored in the fashion that only venomous creatures were highlighted, marking him as also a member of the Leechfinger kith.<br><br>Even to the eyes of those who had been behind the Hedge, the youth was wearing sturdy gloves of the sort that swordsmen wore. While the remainder of his clothing- black skin tight breeches that showcased his legs, a white shirt that was tight to his chest yet flowed in the arms, a brocaded vest done in burnt orange, and knee high glossy boots- not only showed signs of good repair and cleanliness, the black gloves he wore on his hands were old and worn looking.<br><br>He gave the two a much warmer smile and a nod as he walked towards them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 10:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vanessa returned a polite nod to Paul, ignoring his look.&nbsp; She rather doubted anyone here was ready to try and keep up with her in the sack, and she had never been one to worry about someone grabbing a quick peek.&nbsp; If you got it, flaunt it, unless you are trying to avoid being noticed.&nbsp; Then you are doing something wrong if they even notice you are present.<br><br>She approached the scarred woman and child after a moment, forcing a smile onto her face.&nbsp; <strong>"Curious music, no?&nbsp; Ever heard it before?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked.&nbsp; Talking as much to the child as the adult.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 17:42:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elsewhere amongst the assembly, energetic as Shakira with even more alluring curves, Felicity Moreno relished the beginning of an evening in her element.&nbsp; She'd picked out a group of guests and young Vagabonds, some of them shy folks just barely brave enough to dance, others amongst the fairest and boldest in attendance.&nbsp; With the first little songs, she'd begun the invitation, gathering the men and maids around her with looks of playful flirtation and hips that, as a different dancer put it, didn't lie.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/sofia-vergara/sofia-vergara-20080130-369808.jpg)<br><br>The Fairest of Them All favored Paul with a smile as he passed, enjoying that there were some in her life who could see through her masque, too the gold burnishing her soft brown skin, the inhuman perfection of what was--with the masque--a mortal's body fit to evoke and then sate the lusts of particularly virile pagan gods.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 13:06:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Paul</strong><br>The two that Paul knew smiled politely or rather the female did, he knew her as one of the fairest but also he was aware how cold her court was. He saw her for that which she was, more accentuated in her form, one man’s or rather one creature’s idea of perfection. At least until he bored of it.&nbsp; The colour had been drained from her, she was made of greys and white and black, save for the bright red of her full lips.&nbsp; The one that walked with her hide behind her, and again Paul was aware of the hares legs and the long ears, which marked that which he was. He was little more than prey and for long enough he believed it, thus his mind set would likely not change. <br><br>One of the newer members of the group offered another drink and smiled, she suggested that later they might have a dance. As it was he could see she was smitten, but that was not unusual it happened all the time after all. Of course he was aware of the other of his kind; after all she was far more prominent than the others. The pale sun was still high and at present all seemed well with the world.<br><br><strong> Vanessa</strong><br><br>Emily looked up nervously at Vanessa and instinctively pulled her daughter behind her. The woman bowed her head and tensed it was obvious she was more than a little nervous. She toyed with her hands nervously and briefly appeared to be drawn to the sounds from the pub itself then she bowed her head once more.<br><br>“Y..yeth...I...I can ...I am thorry.” She turned to her daughter briefly, her lisp growing as she continued to speak ” Rothie Thweetpea&nbsp; go and get a drink of thquash ...” As the girl ran off pleased at her freedom,&nbsp; “I wath going to...to look later... I think mothtly it’th....well you know...” Emily started to bite on her fingernails as her eyes were every watchful on Rosie. “It’th ...jutht...and old building that’th all.”&nbsp; She forced a smile though hid it behind her hand, after all the scars made a large enough smile for anyone.<br><br><strong>Felicity</strong><br><br>Felicity of course caught the eye of many amongst those at the gathering,&nbsp; the sun was still bright and summer was coming soon, yes the courts her to change in but a week and a day.&nbsp; Many offered their hand for a dance later, though most knew she was more than anything that they could even dream of.<br><br>Thus many eyes watched her, with either lust or Jealousy or any number of emotions.&nbsp; Though it felt as if Alan’s daughter’s eyes were burning into the most lovely fair one, just as she mouthed the word <em>slut. </em> As it was no one went near her usually but of late the teenager scared most folks. It looked like she was getting ready for some kind of fight. However, likely, her father or a few of the others of her kind would deal with the situation.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hellion000</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 19:03:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being who he was, Paul was unable to avoid offering a sly smile to the Fairest. He didn't really know her, but she was a lovely being indeed. As he passed her by, he tipped his imaginary hat at her, and let his gaze slide down and over her. To many it might be an insult to be so blatantly ogled, but Paul was sure enough in his knowledge of her Kith to suspect that the true offense would lie in not making her aware of his appreciation.<br><br>An odd balancing act for the quiet young man, in that he wanted her to know he appreciated her looks and her body, but he didn't want to encourage her to get to close to him, but he was fairly certain that he'd find the right balance with her. After all, he'd managed it with everyone else so far. Even, to a certain degree, the angry young woman that was staring at the dusky skinned Fairest with such loathing.<br><br>As he drew closer to the other two escapees from the Hedge, he shifted his attention towards the young woman in question. He was unaware of her nature, and thus had no idea why she was suddenly so aggressive and angry, but he was nevertheless willing to work his wiles on her to calm her down.<br><br>Thus, as he passed near her, he offered her a charming smile and a slight bow. He didn't speak to her, he rarely spoke to anyone, but he did favor her with a long look and eye contact that was direct and friendly, but non-challenging.<br><br>His hand lifted a bit as he passed her by, and he gave her a little finger-waggle of a wave. Once he was past her, he turned his attention back to the monochromatic Fairest and her young charge, examining them both with an expression that, to them, was blank and flat. His spare features curled into a thin lipped smile that softened the harshness of his eyes, and after a moment he stopped walking, now a few feet from them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 00:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vanessa blinked, momentarily confused.&nbsp; <strong>"Sorry?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked as her brow furrowed. <strong> "Sorry for what?"</strong>&nbsp; She glanced at Rosie as she ran off, a small smile gracing her lips.&nbsp; <strong>"Cute kid."</strong>&nbsp; She commented before returning her gaze to Emily.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked like she was thinking for a moment, her eyes not quite focused, before they suddenly sharpened. <strong> "Maybe I'll see if I can't find the source of that music, go enjoy the day with your kid."</strong>&nbsp; She gave Emily a warm smile, then turned towards the Pub, inspecting it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 09:32:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Bloody Chav</strong><br><br>Bloody Chav ruffled his robe, taking a moment to observe the bright colors of his robe in the reflection of his trailer.&nbsp; Chav straightened up his pointy hat, unable to keep from smiling softly at the bright stars and pentagrams staring back at him, and he gold trim shining in the late spring air.&nbsp; With a fairly deliberate step, Chav rolled a cart full of shiny objects and fireworks down the handicapped ramp of the RV, showing off a wide variety of sparklers and even a few roman candles and bottle rockets alongside the glow sticks and medallions.&nbsp; <br><br>With a theatrical attitude, Bloody Chav pushed his cart out onto the main festival grounds, waving his arms like fans.&nbsp; A number of necklaces and medallions hung from his neck, practically concealing his face while the young man made his way into the crowd, handing out a few free samples.&nbsp; He hemmed and hollered, agressively demanding attention and thereby becoming invisible, his antics not even passing notice.&nbsp; With his magician's eyes, Bloody Chav saw both the living and the dead, giving away his status to those who had eyes to see.&nbsp; These festivals weren't just for the spirits, they were for the dead too, and Chav wanted to make sure that they were getting properly scared off and appeased.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 10:08:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity’s eyes danced with delighted mischief.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Swaying back and forth to the swelling music, she beckoned to some around her she knew to be possessed of dancing skill, one after the other.&nbsp; She coaxed a powerfully built man to be the pillar of her dance.&nbsp; She flirted around him, then coaxed him to lift her over his head.&nbsp; Next, she teased a lithe, pierced Goth girl out onto the floor that they might undulate against each other.&nbsp; She spun the Goth to the pillar of manly strength and swung her hips towards Alan’s daughter, boldy beckoning the young Uratha with arms stretching out and rolling in to join her on the dance floor.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 16:21:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Paul</strong><br>As Paul passed the young and aggressive woman and gave her a smile, unfortunately all he received was a snarl, a real snarl not just a curl of the lip more something from deep in her chest.&nbsp; There was certainly something different about her, something perhaps even unsettling.&nbsp; Her attentions then returned to the dusky skinned one as it appeared a good deal of her aggression was directed there, even more so after the teasing from the fairest.<br><br>A few children raced past his legs, with a few dogs, they were doing no harm just burning off steam. They were filled with freedom and light even if they looked like a raggle-taggle bunch they were well cared for.<br><br>The music continued on and a few more folks took up the dance, they old rotes from many generations and times ago. Some even might have been considered as mirror from that beyond the hedge...only perhaps because there was so much more than that.<br><br>The tall cold fairest nodded politely and beckoned for Paul to draw closer, her smile was pleasant enough, the hare remained behind her, though he was no child he was as nervous, and appeared as if he was ready to bolt.<br><br><br><strong>Vanessa</strong><br><br>“Jutht ...thorry...” Emily’s head remained down, apart from when she watched her daughter, “Yeth thank you she ith ....cute.” As it was she was Emily’s reason for being back here, for being alive if it could be called that. “I think...they mean...they mean no harm.” Her face flushed and then returned to looking at her feet.<br><br>The pub was obviously an old one, likely perhaps late sixteenth century though there had obviously been various changes in the building over the years from many times. <br><br>As the irraka drew closer to the place she was sure that there was whistling. <br><br><em>Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag... </em><br><br>It seemed to be coming from the male lavatories. It had to be said though the scent of good food wafting from the main building was most enticing. Real Old Pub fare. <br><br><strong>Bloody Chav</strong><br><br>Chav was more than aware of the kids that for a moment ran about him, they saw him clearly the eyes of the innocent, though one had to wonder just how innocent some of them were, and as usual there was at least three dogs running with them too. They were indeed wild but happy. <br><br>Well there was of course many living here and they were certainly in the majority, because a part of the celebration was for life. However there were dead here. There were a couple of ones that had been Vagabonds and fallen to various fates. Yet they meant no harm, in fact they gained some power from the energies.<br><br>He was however certainly aware of those that were likely here at this place for much of the time. There were the echoes, the non sentient ones that were little more than a moment of history that left an impression. However there were certainly others in there that might be of more interest. Even from this distance Chav could hear the sound of someone whistling, yet the sound appeared to pierce the veil.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br><strong> Felicity</strong><br>Alan’s daughter had been briefly distracted by Paul, but only briefly, there was a fire in her eyes as her lips curled further, there was something feral and dangerous about the young woman. She might be small and somewhat skinny but there was an anger there that made her frightening. <br><br>A few of the children raced past the dusky fairest, they were filled with the joys of the place and all that the people here offered, for now spirits were high and so open.<br><br>She then felt a light hand on her shoulder, it was Cath, the tall and striking woman even danced a little while, as everything appeared for the most in place. “A word te the bloody wise luv.”&nbsp; She whispered in the fairest’s ear. “Don’t poke at a fuckin’ beast with sticks, don’t aggravate ‘er. We don’t want trouble...” Of course the blooded was not threatening just matter of fact. <br><br>Felicity was aware of someone talking to the young Uratha though whether it would make a difference was another manner. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 06:40:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"No reason to be sorry."</strong>&nbsp; Vanessa informed Emily&nbsp; <strong>"Very cute."</strong>&nbsp; Her tone was a bit distracted as she studied the pub.&nbsp; She missed the comment about 'them' meaning no harm as she walked towards the building and stepped through the doorway.&nbsp; A smirk crossed her lips as she heard it coming from the men's lavatories, and she pushed the door open as her voice rose.<br><br><strong>"Woman coming in, hide it if you aren't proud!"</strong>&nbsp; She announced to anyone within as she walked into the room.&nbsp; Her stride was purposeful, lacking hesitation, as if she didn't feel the slightest embarrassment at entering the male's stronghold.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 22:36:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Beetle putted down the road with Sam driving one hand on the wheel the other holding a can of coke from which he was sipping. The cassette was playing Year of the Cat at rather a loud volume. He could see the pub up ahead with a crowd gathering outside.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seems he had come to the right place and he half smiled, he had half expected the man to lie to him. Maybe there was an honest man in the world after all, what a unsettling thought. He parked the Beetle and climbed out, stretching his legs as he did so.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He smiled at a pair of pretty young women walked past and got blanked. No surprise there, after all if a rat could turn into a human it would look like Sam. Small, wiry dressed in a crumpled leather jacket, off white shirt a pair of somewhat stained jeans he was not an impressive sight. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But it was time to mingle and slipping through crowds was something of a skill he had. He walked through the crowd, he could smell the various scents, food, drink, cigs, humans and of course the smell of those like him. He debated for a moment or two about seeking one out. But maybe it would be best to let it happen, packs could be somewhat territorial and he did not want to appear pushy.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 12:55:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Vanessa</strong><br>Considering the amount of people at the gathering, and the number in the pub, the Irraka was rather lucky that the male lavatories were empty.&nbsp; At least they were cleaner than some she had seen, though there was some ‘interesting’ graffiti in here nothing too offensive though. It pretty much appeared as any ordinary&nbsp; country pub lavatory.<br><br>However the usual male scent that&nbsp; is always apparent was a little masked by the scent of tobacco, a strong tobacco, there was something a little different about it, mingled with that was a delicate scent of flowers though she could not quite place them.&nbsp; The whistling had stopped for a&nbsp; little while though it started again. <em> Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag.</em><br><br><strong> Sam</strong><br><br>Sam had heard about these folks on his travels since leaving Juan apparently it was a safe place to disappear, which in his situation was certainly a good idea. Of course the scent of others like him was apparent, just as his scent became apparent to those that needed to know.<br><br>An older man turned in his direction, he what Sam would have considered a grizzled veteran, he was speaking with a rather handsome looking man that was slightly younger but somehow seemed almost out of place here.&nbsp; His look appeared to have a knock on effect as a somewhat skinny took young girl drew her eyes from the dancer and brought them to bear on Bone Shadow. It was only&nbsp; after a nod from the older man that a tall lean woman with long dark dreadlocks approached. <br><br><br>The woman was relatively attractive in a feral sort of way, she certainly had the feel of one of the Uratha. Her nose twitched as she started to circle him.&nbsp; As yet the Uratha was not being aggressive just somewhat dominant. “So why are you here?” Her accent was strangely soft as was her voice, which seemed opposite to her demeanour. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 09:30:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vanessa smirked slightly at being alone in the males lavatory, then frowned at the odd smell and whistling.&nbsp; Turning her head, she tried to pinpoint where it was coming from.&nbsp; Was the source in one of the stalls?&nbsp; Outside?&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 10:49:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It certainly wasn’t in one of the stalls, in whatever was whistling and creating the scents appeared to be moving, pacing perhaps. There was a slight chill in the place, though that was not wholly unusual in lavatories and this one appeared not to have a heating system in it, or rather it did but was somewhat rudimentary. <br><br>It seemed now that the sound was moving out into the bar, it stopped then by a wall with many old sepia photographs framed and hung there. Many showed pictures of the local cricket teams from the time around the First World War. <em>While there’s a Lucifer to light your fag...</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 12:07:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stopping in the center of the lavatory, Vanessa put her hands on her hips as she glared at the empty space.&nbsp; This puzzle was starting to annoy her.&nbsp; She inspected her the pictures for a moment then, muttering something rude under her breath, she let her eyes unfocus so she could peek into the spirit world.&nbsp; Maybe there would be a clue there.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>OOC: Roll:<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20946 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=20946)<br><br>Result was a success (2 9 3 5 with a target of 8, her dice pool was 3 + 2 - 1 due to a lack of Empathy, I'm not sure what the gauntlet modifier would be (but as long as not dense urban she should be good, as the 5 and 3 would be dropped first I think))</em></span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 13:16:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92150.msg4046269#msg4046269">Quote from: Senti on 23-12-2010, 16:21:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong> Felicity</strong><br>Alan’s daughter had been briefly distracted by Paul, but only briefly, there was a fire in her eyes as her lips curled further, there was something feral and dangerous about the young woman. She might be small and somewhat skinny but there was an anger there that made her frightening. <br><br>A few of the children raced past the dusky fairest, they were filled with the joys of the place and all that the people here offered, for now spirits were high and so open.<br><br>She then felt a light hand on her shoulder, it was Cath, the tall and striking woman even danced a little while, as everything appeared for the most in place. “A word te the bloody wise luv.”&nbsp; She whispered in the fairest’s ear. “Don’t poke at a fuckin’ beast with sticks, don’t aggravate ‘er. We don’t want trouble...” Of course the blooded was not threatening just matter of fact. <br><br>Felicity was aware of someone talking to the young Uratha though whether it would make a difference was another manner.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>Brining Cath to the center of her dance floor attention for a moment, Felicity smiled over the cold chills the younger girl had sent through her just seconds ago.&nbsp; "I see your right.&nbsp; I did hope that a simple invitation in to share the spotlight might ease things between us."&nbsp; She sighed, the pit of her stomach still cold while her ears quivered and fresh thrills shot through her blood.&nbsp; No one could quite match the primal allure of the uratha on the dance floor.&nbsp; What she achieved with passion and skill, few of them could match, but there wasn't a werewolf born who couldn't fill a girl's heart with wild, primordial passion by simple virtue of not hiding from herself on the dance floor.&nbsp; <br><br>The swarthy girl kissed the older werewolf invitingly on the cheek, then whispered the invitation, "Join us?"&nbsp; <br><br>Once again, she turned half-away from her partner, still dancing with her but opening the space of honor to her next invitee.&nbsp; This time a shy young goth man nervoulsy bouncing about the dance floor.&nbsp; Such courage called for encouragement.&nbsp; The undulating fairest beckoned him to join her with lytle wrists..&nbsp; When she had his attention fully, she slid her hands up the sides of her body, catching up her hair, and letting it slide down her back.&nbsp; Still angled to include Cath, she beckoned the courageous ex wallflower closer.&nbsp; If Cath was still in the dance, she'd slip an arm around the uratha's waist.&nbsp; Her free hand became the only one hand beckoned him to join.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 20:50:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam smiled as he watched the woman circle him, relaxing himself into a confrontation stance he said. “Why am I here, well if you mean in the metaphysical sense that is something I have spent many an hour considering but I have no answer.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he cocked his head to one side and smiled again. “But I reckon you mean in the actual sense. Then it is because I understand that someone I walked the same path with a long time ago is here.”&nbsp; Then he reached into his pocket and produced a bag and held it out to her, “Would you like a jelly baby? A bit childish I know but some how I cannot seem to break myself out of the habit of eating them.”<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 14:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Vanessa</strong><br><br><em>Technically Vanessa can’t do this without a specific gift that only crescent moons have. However sometimes and in certain circumstances rules can be broken or bent briefly.</em><br><br>Vanessa struggled for some time to pierce past the veil, however as it was not a gift her auspice could possess it of course was somewhat difficult and her view was somewhat misty and blurred, offering a slight sensation of nausea which was to be expected. However perhaps it was worth it in the reflection of the pictures even though it was dark here Vanessa was aware of a man in an old fashioned army uniform. He was smoking a self rolled cigarette and whistling to himself. His hand reached up and touched one of the photographs, though here in the hisil it was different somehow, though Vanessa’s view was not clear enough to see why.<br><br><strong>Felicity</strong><br><br>Of course Cath was not an Uratha she was ‘just’ blooded, however one could be forgiven for imagining she was in many respects she behaved very like them for she had lived around them for much of her life. Cath smiled at the dusky seducer and of course in many ways appreciated the woman for what she was how could this tall strong woman not. Thus she danced a little and was certainly a woman who could, and was a woman with much passion and warmth. She accepted the kiss willingly, however she could accept no more.&nbsp; The blooded woman watched as Felicity offered enticement towards another more fitting of the fairest ones attentions Cath went to slip off, but politely too. “I ‘ave a lot to do luv...and I need to see a man about a dog.” There was a smile on her face as she moved through the crowd towards Alan and the rather more smartly dressed gentleman.<br><br>The crowd continued to enjoy the wonderful performance that Felicity offered, and in her turn she was able to entice many to dance and enjoy the somewhat rustic music , young and old were filled with such pleasure. For now all seemed well with the world.<br><br><strong>Sam</strong> <br><br>The woman tilted her head and narrowed her eyes studying the Bone Shadow, and his stance, she too was relaxed after all her pack was here and as yet it appeared this one was alone, but one could never be too careful. Still he appeared amusing and had something of a spark. He was offered a half smile.<br><br>Taking the Jelly Baby the smile grew just a little, “So do you bite off the head or the feet first? Apparently you can tell a lot about a person from that.” Her voice remained soft and smooth. After a pause to finish of the sweet&nbsp; The woman spoke again, “So this old friend, would you mind telling me who it might have been. We have to be careful you know, we can’t just let anyone into the party.” <br><br>Her smile remained, and the Urathu did not appear to be aggressive. Though as Sam knew well that could change very quickly.<br><br><br><strong>Betty</strong><br><br>Betty had been to this place before, though in very different circumstances, and these new ones were possibly not to her liking. Graham had asked the woman to wait in his now fixed Land Rover whilst he went and spoke to Alan and then Cath. She had met both of them briefly before as well as meeting Alice.<br><br>She was able to watch the rather lively party which was unfolding in so many colours about the pub, and the area around it. There was a certain enticing atmosphere spilling over and touching even as far out as the space that Graham had parked. Laura his wife had gone with them but she had ended up taking the kids out to go and play with some of their friends from the Vagabonds. Thus Betty was alone for the time...waiting.<br><br>Though there was what appeared to be complete Chaos here, at least to the naked eye somehow she was able to catch glimpses of order and pattern, and the more Betty watched the more she could somehow see method in the madness that appeared to ensue all about her.<br><br>After a little time Graham returned&nbsp; and gestured for her to follow him so that she might speak to both Alan and Cath.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 22:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Is that so?” Sam smiled and took a jelly baby out of the bag and held it in his hand. “I eat them whole so I wonder what that says about me?” And then seemingly to prove his point he popped the jelly baby into his mouth and chewed on it for a moment or two.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well her Sunday title is Catherine Brooks, but I have only heard people using Cath.” Sam smiled, “Never know why parents give their children long names when they only get shortened when they are older.” He let his eyes wander as he spoke, no doubt there would be others of her pack nearby and it would be nice to know where they where.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 10:19:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>OOC: Hmmm?&nbsp; I was going by what it says on page 252 for 'Dual Senses', I think the Crescent Moon gift just allows them to see both at once?&nbsp; At least that is how I'm reading it, could be wrong.&nbsp; Sorry if I tried to do something that isn't allowed by the rules.</em><br><br>Vanessa frowned, but if the spirit was in the spirit world, it wasn't her problem.&nbsp; If she had known of a local loci powerful enough to allow her to step through, she might have investigated further.&nbsp; As it was, it was a curiosity, but not something she could immediately concern herself with.&nbsp; She started whistling softly to herself as she turned to head back outside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 11:19:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Sorry my mistake, she did see it but with only one success I can assume the reaction was about right. I must admit I have a tendancy to forget things. </em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 23:09:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Sam</strong><br>“Cath?” The Uratha looked a little shocked...”You know Cath?.” The shock fell gradually fell from her face though the truth was Cath knew a lot of folks from her time travelling and she was always ready to take on any waif’s and strays, as it was her youngest ‘daughter’ was one of those. Still no one really spoke of that matter.&nbsp; “Well Cath is a little busy at the moment it seems.” The woman could see her and the pack alpha along with the local alpha heading towards a vehicle with some intent.<br><br>“Hmmm well while we wait you may as well stay until she’s finished the woman said, she if she does remember you.” Another smile passed over her face, “I might even get you a drink for another Jelly Baby...the names Bronwen, maybe you can tell me a bit about yourself, and if you are just here for the party...” There was a wry grin, as most of the ‘others’ usually wanted to stay. “It’s alright I am not about to pry too deeply...So come on do you have any green ones left.” The Uratha tried to dip her hand into the bag of sweets.<br><br><strong>Vanessa</strong> <br><br>Once outside, Vanessa saw just how light that late spring sun could be in comparison to a pub with few windows, and dark wood. The party as would be expected was continuing, the Uratha was able to pick out the rest of the pack. It appeared her Alpha was heading towards a Land Rover with the one she knew as the local Alpha, Cath was with them too.<br><br>It appeared the beta Bronwen, the Ghost Wolf Rahu was dealing with some newcomer of their kind, and of course the seething teenager that was Alan’s daughter was sitting with a face like thunder at the edge of the dancers and the music.<br><br>Emily still occasionally looked towards the pub and then back to her daughter, finally plucking up a great deal of courage she approached Vanessa, and swallowed hard. “Did you find what...what you were looking for?”<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 00:58:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Hope everyone is enjoying the holidays!&nbsp; Gotta play catch-up so nobody thinks I'm calling it quits while the show's still getting started!&nbsp; Looks like there's plenty of drama already--and here I am dancing with a pretty girl in tow!&nbsp; </em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92150.msg4032089#msg4032089">Quote from: Senti on 19-12-2010, 14:26:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong> George</strong><br><br>“A card, don’t you gentlemen from the south like to sign a ladies dance card.” There was another chuckle, “Even if she is wearing combat boots.” She took another swig of her drink and then wiped her mouth.<br><br>“So if I were you I would finish your drink and get those dancing shoes on.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The man laughed, scratching the back of his head like some overgrown schoolboy.&nbsp; "As I said, I'm not all that much of a dancer, Ma'am.&nbsp; If it's any consolation, I would have been <em>honored</em> to sign your card."<br><br>George flashed a tricky Cheshire grin, downing the remainder of the mug in one go and setting it on the hood of the RV.&nbsp; He took Gwen gently by the hand, leading her back into the group of lively dancers with a bit more kick in his step than one might expect of a man his size.&nbsp; With a motion lacking grace but full of spirit, he swung her in close past another couple to a free spot on the ground amidst the crowds of twirling color and laughter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 10:43:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vanessa shrugged at Emily as she gave a half-hearted smile.&nbsp; She really didn't want to get into the whole spirit thing with someone that wasn't one of her own kind. <strong> "Just lingering memories."</strong>&nbsp; She answered, trying to avoid lying while still being ambiguous.&nbsp; <strong>"Are you and your daughter enjoying the party?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 12:17:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>George</strong><br><br>Gwen was certainly not the best dancer here by any stretch of the imagination, after all there were certainly none that could compete with the most beautiful Felicity.&nbsp; However for all she lacked in skill, the young woman could hold a beat and she certainly made up for it in enthusiasm. <br><br>The music and the atmosphere was intoxicating and that caused Gwen’s cheeks to flush a little more. There was the heady scent of smoke and alcohol along with natural perfumes and human excitement, and that in itself rose with the colours and the music adding yet more to the most wondrous energies which seemed to fill this place. Any that had any inking into the realm of the shadow felt this yet more strongly.<br><br>“I thought you said you couldn’t dance.” Gwen smiled George could feel the warmth of this woman both physically and emotionally.<br><br><strong>Vanessa</strong><br><br>Emily briefly looked up she was still tense it appeared and some of her fear seemed to linger on her daughter and where she was. She nodded at the talk of lingering memories, knowing already there was more to it than that. OF course Emily would go and see once she was able to find someone to really watch her daughter. Even after the time she had been here the Geist was still terrified her ‘husband’ would return and take their daughter away.<br><br>“Yeth...Yeth we are, her more than me I think....I don’t really do ....well partieth.” When she was younger Emily had loved to party ...right up until it had been stopped....right up until her husband had taken control. “Are...Are...you having a good time?” There was a pause as the woman drank a little more of her tea. “Will you be thtaying...I mean when the travelling thart’th again?”&nbsp; As it was Emily would be, if nothing else moving kept both of them safe.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 22:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam raised one eyebrow, a party trick of his, “It comes as a surprise that I would know her.” He smiled, “She has walked many a strange path as have I and in that tangled weave our paths did cross.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“The name is Sam and help yourself.” He held the bag out for her to pick whichever one she wanted. “I am sure that you have far more interesting stories than I do. Maybe you could entertain me whilst I wait with one?”&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 10:51:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vanessa nodded.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't tend to much either, I always liked the quiet more than the crowds."</strong>&nbsp; She commented with a shrug.&nbsp; <strong>"It's alright, I could do with more..."</strong>&nbsp; She trailed off with another shrug, not sure how to finish that sentence.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I'll probably stick with the group when they head out."</strong>&nbsp; She answered, it wasn't like she had anywhere else to go. <strong> "I enjoy the travel."</strong>&nbsp; She added with a wink.&nbsp; <strong>"Always nice to see the world."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 12:24:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Sam</strong><br><br>“I am sure I don’t, I am just a boring lass from the Valley’s”&nbsp; Bronwen gave a chuckle as she took two green jelly babies. There was a black one there but that was rude to take it. They were always the prize. Even though she was a beta sometimes old play ground rules still held true.<br><br>“Now there is little to tell about me, what can I say...a girl from the valley’s. That did alright for herself until she found out that she howled at the moon and ate girls in red hoods.”&nbsp; She offered Sam a drink and took one for herself, “The least you can do is tell me your name.” The Ruha appeared more relaxed now however as always she was vigilant especially when both Alan and Cath were involved in other matters. <br><br><br><strong>Vanessa</strong><br><br>“More what...?” Emily blushed bright red her cheeks looked as if they were ablaze, she was worried now about prying, “I am thorry it’th none of my buthineth...” This woman was almost as jumpy as the lad that spent most of his time with the tall and rather too curvaceous lady. “Perhapth we could go and get a drink? I know of a few ...a few quieter thpotth.”<br><br>The truth was Emily always reached those sort of places out, first so she could keep an eye on her daughter and also watch out for dangers as well as concentrate should it be needed. “Do...do you mind me athking where you come from...your acthent&nbsp; ith unusual.” Emily tried to offer a smile. It was then she pulled out some cigarettes of course it was not healthy and she never did it around Rosey however it did help to calm her nerves.<br><br>The woman offered Vanessa one with a slightly shaky hand and then struggled to light her own.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>01-01-2011, 23:08:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Actually I just did.” Sam answered with a smile, “Maybe though the prospect of eating Jelly Babies gave you a rush of excitement.” He took the drink and then a sip. “It is Sam, which people often tell me is a somewhat vanilla name.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked thoughtful, “Maybe I should call myself Raptor or the Howler? What do you think, give me more of an impact with people?” Then he looked at her all wide-eyed innocence, “Don’t I look like one of those more exciting names?”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 00:03:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Sam</strong><br><br>"It'a alrigh...t I am going a little deaf in my old age." Bronwen said as she took another swig of her drink, and wrinked up her nose, looking more closely at her, one could see the missing couple of fingers and the scars on her arms, and they were certainly not self inflicted, whatever aupice or tribe she was the Uratha was reletively calm and self assured.<br><br>"Sam is fine enough, I mean Bronny is hardly a murder death kill&nbsp; name, and well ..." She nodded her head towards ther Alpha. "Do you think Alan sounds dangerous." The Ruha gave a chuckle, of course she knew she was giving away information but nothing too much. If Sam wanted to offer more that was his perogative, Alan and Cath would make the final choice. "How about Rover, or Chappie....that might fit better for you."<br><br>After taking another drink the smile passed a little from Bron's face, "Look joking aside, I am expecting you will be welcome, as long as you dont bring shit here.&nbsp; Its more than just a pack, and there are those that cant defend them selves." It was then she gestured to the children that were also a part of the group.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 09:37:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"More excitement."</strong>&nbsp; Vanessa answered with a wink. <strong> "It's fine."</strong>&nbsp; She continued with a smile, trying to remove some of the woman's embarrassment.&nbsp; <strong>"A drink and a quiet spot would be nice, lead the way."</strong><br><br><strong>"I moved around."</strong>&nbsp; Vanessa answered with a shrug. <strong> "London, some parts of the US, one or two other places in the world.&nbsp; It's probably a mix of American and English."</strong>&nbsp; She shook her head in the negative at the cigarette.&nbsp; <strong>"No thanks."&nbsp; </strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 13:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>The woman took a couple of long draws on her ciggarette, it appeared to calm her a little though it was obvious this woman was certainly a nervous type, "I expect thingth will liven up later, onthe motht of the children a thleeping. I doubt I'll thtay." Emily did not like to leave Rosey even if she would be safe with those that looked after the children when it became dark.<br><br>It was then the geist led Vanessa to a spot just under a tree where there was a bench, she continued to sip her orange juice. She appeared ever watchful. Her attention passed then to a space just to the left of the Uratha and she shrugged and shook her head. Then a frown passed over her face and Emily appeared a little more anxious. "I...I am not thure....but there might...might be thome trouble brewing...thomewhere and it may be heading thith way." Taking another drag from her smoke the woman called out for her daughter who appeared to have suddenly found she was 'selectively deaf.'<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 21:42:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ah Rover or Chappie, noble dog names, just so long as you do not throw a stick and expect me to run after it.” Sam smiled, “And danger takes many forms and often comes from unexpected quarters.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam looked thoughtful, “Baggage, we all bring that with us in one form or another. But so far as I am aware I bring little here other than myself and I am quite aware that Cath collects those unable to defend them selves. It was either an endearing or a stupid trait she had depending to who you where talking. Personally I just thought it was the way she was.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 10:17:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Betty was feeling out of her depth - worried and puzzled and very, very frustrated. <em>Angry</em> too. She did a good job of hiding all that as she stepped from the car though. Looking, for all the world, like the professional, slightly haughty accountant she was… or had been. She wasn’t entirely sure how things stood these days. <br><br>"Miss Brooks – mister Coombs," she greeted Cathy and Alan, formal as ever. Up this close, Betty looked pale and worn, like she hadn't slept in a while. "So very kind of you to see me," a pause, "Graham... I assume he has... filled you in?" <br><br>Oh she did hope so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 10:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Perhaps, I'm not sure I'll stick around that long either."</strong>&nbsp; Vanessa answered with a small smile.&nbsp; Her smile faded and her head tilted slightly to the side at the mention of trouble.&nbsp; Her eyes locked on Emily, a predatory glint in her eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"Trouble?&nbsp; What sort of trouble?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 18:47:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92150.msg4067989#msg4067989">Quote from: Senti on 30-12-2010, 12:17:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>George</strong><br><br>“I thought you said you couldn’t dance.” Gwen smiled George could feel the warmth of this woman both physically and emotionally.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>George laughed, holding her briefly at arm's length before twirling her back in with a gentle flick of his wrist.&nbsp; "I can't!" he insisted, voice full of vaguely inebriated mirth.&nbsp; "Must be something in the air.&nbsp; Then again, it could just be that I have an excellent partner."<br><br>He placed a hand on the small of her back, forward yet still gentlemanly, leading her slightly apart from the crowds and giving the sky the barest of glances before looking back to Gwen.&nbsp; "Damn beautiful day.&nbsp; Lucky me that I get to watch the end of it alongside a damn beautiful woman."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 11:50:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong> Sam</strong><br><br>"Cath's a good woman, and yeah she will take in just about anyone." Sam got a playful punch on th arm. Bron was not flirting at all, just being friendly as was her want, she was very unlike many of her auspice, but then that was something should expect in this place of vagabonds and misfits, and those that wished annother life, and alternative one.The Rahu seemed relaxed and then she for a momsnt she sniffed the air and her ears twitched a little.<br><br>"Oh fuck...looks like we might have some company...and not the type we would want to invite." There was a pause, as she seemed to become more serious, getting into 'work' mode. "Basically if you want to bugger off, now's the time, but if something kicks off we could do with your help. Right now I need to start rounding folks up...kids mostly." This was a just in case mode.<br><br>It was then Sam heard voices on the air and they did not sound friendly.<br><br><strong>Betty</strong><br><br>"Yes Graham has told us about whats happened." Graham himself nodded and looked between the three about him, as Cath continued speaking, "There is no need to be so formal luv." The tall woman offered a friendly smile. "I aint sayin' we can offer much but we can offer some 'elp. I aint sure exactly what yeah need but we'll find it, or die tryin'" She winked and let out aq slow chuckle."<br><br>She then turned to Alan who offered his hand, "Listen, I'll be honest I cant offer much more help than Graham but I think we may know a couple of folks when we start back on the road again that we might meet up with. For now if you need there is a space in our bus... or maybe you can arrage your own. However you likely need to get away from your old life for a while....we can offer you that. As it is a few folks here need a good accountant, so i am told." He too let out a laugh but then stopped and tilted his head.<br><br>The Uratha Alan seemed distracted, as did Graham, Alan nodded then and cleared his throat, or at least it sounded like he did. However Betty was aware that various key figures were starting to move, and even perhaps herd others.<br><br>Cath nodded and made her goodbyes promising to return soon to make arrangements.<br><br>Betty was aware of shouting at the edge of her hearing, even over the music.<br><br><strong>Vanessa</strong><br><br>"Yeth...trouble..." Emily seemed to pale a little though after a final drag on her ciggarette, she ground it into the floor and shut her eyes tightly, "I done know for thure...it'th well just I have been told..." the geist reached for another ciggarette and swallowed hard. "Thome folks from ...from town...you know the type." The young indian lad that only Emily could see knew very well who they were...or at least who the ring leaders were.<br><br>Vanessa was aware of distant noice perhaps shouting, however it sounded somewhat aggresive more than anything else. As if it was an opposite to tghe joy that was here, a mirror image was coming this way. Ithe irraka was also aware that the pack were starting to get motivated. <br><br><strong>George</strong><br><br>As yet neither Gwen nor George were aware of the danger that might be approaching. She was wrapped up in this rather handsome and certainly 'exotic' gentleman. She had not met someone like this before and it was more than a little exciting.<br><br>"I think you are just teasing me," Gwen laughed, even if he was it didn't matter. The young woman was enjoying the moment, after all there was nothing that she needed to concern herself with...well nothing unless Geroge had a scary girlfriend that might want to rip her eyes out. Her smile and her mood was certainly infectious.<br><br>However George breifly got the sensation that something was starting to go amiss, astray. Though there was still frivolity, a little tension began to build just amongst a few of the more promenant members of the group.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 15:34:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Thank you,” Betty said. Meant it too. These people barely knew her and they really didn’t have to help her but they did. And to think that, as miss Brooks' accountant, she’d frowned on her habit of aiding the homeless. “I’ll do my best to make myself useful of course,” she told Alan, her tone still formal in spite of Cath's words. “And I wouldn’t want to impose. Do you have any idea who I could talk to about…” she became aware of the sudden tension, people organizing, shouting “…about a van…” <br><br>An attack, <em>again</em>!?<br><br>“Graham,” she placed a hand on her friends’ arm, “Laura, the kids - do you want me to go find them?” <br><br>She knew that the lawyer cared greatly about his family, but also that he held some important position and was probably required elsewhere just about now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ivygrowth</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 12:42:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vanessa nodded, her eyes shifting towards the sound of shouting.&nbsp; <strong>"You'd better fetch your child."</strong>&nbsp; She informed Emily.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll go see what is going on."</strong>&nbsp; She reached out to pat the woman on the arm without looking at her, then started off towards the commotion.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to find out what was going on without yet getting involved.&nbsp; A wall or tree to lean against and watch would be perfect, just one more member of the crowd.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 23:36:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Buggar off, but I have only just got here.” Sam replied cocking his head to one side as if to hear the voices better. “So ratepayers come to protest about an alternative lifestyle, fashion police dying to tell us that flares and long hair are so yesterday?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was trying to make out what the voices where saying but then continued, “I might was well give you a hand whatever you are doing.”<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 19:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Betty</strong><br><br>It was then Cath just left, she was not being rude, the matter of finding Betty somewhere to live was less of issue than dealing with the matter at hand.&nbsp; Alan too began without panicking anyone started to gently cajole the more vulnerable folks to a safer point in the party some of them toward the Pub.<br><br>Graham looked to the members of the other pack, and though Laura and his children were ultimately important to him, he was aware that the pack and many of the others here would make sure they were alright. He knew that there was other work he must attend to. After all it appeared that these people were those that lived within his territory.<br><br>The fact that Betty was new to this and likely had less control than most of the others…Alan’s daughter who herself was being given certain ‘jobs’ away from where the trouble might me.<br><br>The Lawyer looked at Betty, “Please would you make sure they are alright, I would appreciate it. I don’t expect there is too much to worry about, but sometimes it’s better to be careful.” Certainly considering the enemies some of the Vagabonds had. <br><br>&nbsp;<strong> Vanessa</strong><br><br>Emily thanked Vanessa and looked at the Uratha, her eyes were pale, yet they were so deep and thoughtful and kind, still there was something even more behind them. She was not entirely human. Yet whatever she was appeared to be caring, and genuine. The geist indeed did go to find her daughter and get her to safety.<br><br>Vanessa could see that there was no panic going on but certain ‘weaker and vulnerable’ members of the Vagabonds and the locals were almost being herded. This was of course done calmly and without panic in fact she only noticed it because she understood some of the pack. <br><br>There was no immediate danger but it was obvious at least here no one wanted any trouble.<br><br>She could here the shouting and it was becoming more aggressive and it was certainly more than just a couple of drunks.&nbsp; She was aware of Bronwen and the new Uratha as the tall Welshwoman&nbsp; turned her gaze in Vanessa’s direction. Nothing more was needed. For now everything appeared to be under control, though from that which she could here that might not be for long. <br><br><br><br><strong>Sam</strong><br><br>“Well that will put you in the boss’s good books, helping out I mean, as long as they are not your friends.” For a short time Bronwen sniffed the air and listened, then gave a nod to Alan. “At the moment all we are doing is getting the kids and the like to the pub without any trouble.&nbsp; You and I should maybe keep a watch on the ones that are coming.” Her eyes briefly flicked to the scout Vanessa but that was imperceptible to almost anyone.<br><br>“I am not sure how much trouble there will be, but they sound more than just the usual pissed off drunks.” <br><br>Sam could hear more now, and though not the words, there was aggression and more than a handful.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 23:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My friends?” Sam shook his head, “No I doubt they are my friends, they would not be making all that noise.” No they would just come in, kill everyone in silence after all it was business not pleasure and they took business very serious.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But it was best to keep that to himself, would not do to scare the horses or in this case wolves.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So instead he smiled, “Just a word to the wise, I am not a great fighter, but you knock them down and I will put the boot in with gusto.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 18:57:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Always a day or two behind the Vagabonds, Whitney drove into the car park of the Plough. This time, however, he had got ahead of them. He had heard, through his usual sources, that they would be visiting this place for the festivities. He parked his VW camper van and made himself at home. He would need to ready if they were to welcome him into their fold. Claudia sat quietly next to him holding his hand. She rarely spoke, but when she did, he listened like his life depended on it. He owed everything to her, that he was sure of. She smiled and held his hand tightly. It is going to be alright, he taught. It was little over 6 hours before, who he believed to be, the Vagabonds arrived. <br><br>Then he saw her, Cath Brookes was her name, or at least that was who he thought she was. From the description he had been given, it had to be her, he thought. He started to rise from his sit, but Claudia grabbed his arm. She turned to him and said “not yet, she will find you when the time is right”. Relaxing back in his chair he smiled…<br><br>While he waited for that all important introduction, he filled up his time with investigating local entertainment and customs. Drinking, dancing and generally testing the waters regarding the local talent until he almost forgot why he came to this little city. <br><br>He was in his camper when it all started to get more interesting. There was a commotion outside and his curiosity got the better of him. This time Claudia didn’t stop him. She followed him out and grabbed his hand tightly. By the time he could understand what was going on, the commotion seemed to die down. He could see that one of the Vagabonds was ushering some of the innocence to safety and Cath was heading away from a woman who she had clearly been in deep conversation with, up until a few moments ago. She was clearly of some importance to Cath, he thought, but he could tell that a more pressing situation had become more important. So he stood there and waited. Ever the patient and composed man. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 14:09:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course I'll be careful," Betty told Graham. <br><br>After all, she didn't want an incident like the one at the office. <br><br>The accountant took a second to take in her suroundings, then stalked off in the direction of the pub, pausing only to take of her highly impractical but ever so professional-looking high-heeled shoes. Really if she was going to be sticking around these people with their tendency to park in muddy fields she'd need to get some trainers or boots or something... If she truly wanted to blend she might even have to get one of those tye-died shirts. Or maybe not. She did have principles. <em>Alright, concentrate</em>. The pub seemed a good place to start, what with most of the children and old people being herded there - now where were Graham's wife and kids...?<br><br>The woman began to weave through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone. With the shoes off, she was able to do so quite smoothly, gracefully even.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 10:49:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Sam</strong><br><br>Bronwen tilted her head; she was no fool and seemed to understand the underlying weight of Sam’s statement. This one would likely be welcome but may have to be watched, he seemed ‘honest’ enough in some ways.&nbsp; If he come here to hide then he was unlikely to bring too much trouble, and if he did the Vagabonds would deal with it, they always did.<br><br>“I am hoping it’s not going to turn to violence if it does we need to keep calm, and make sure we don’t get into trouble.” There was a pause “I am sure folks like us are not overly popular with the police. Think about us being damage limitation.” The woman was aware that a well placed growl was as useful and caused les trouble than a fist in the face. <br><br>“Lets just say we are hoping that violence is not going to be necessary.”<br><br><br><strong>Whitney</strong> <br>Cath indeed left the conversation and in her usual manner was direct and practical as well as careful. She trusted the group to deal with the situation with as little trouble as possible. Most of the people were just continuing with the party and the dance, which in many ways was a good thing.<br><br>Even just standing and watching the geist was aware of another of his kind was here, he felt it and so did Claudia, however he was also aware of the dead that walked, not the dead as he was rather the ones that had only half passed over.<br><br>One was a man in an old army uniform close to the Pub, another a lady in a dress likely from the time of the civil war. The other was a teenager, of likely Indian heritage, he looked to the tall dark Geist, his eyes were fearful.<br><br>“The ones that did this are coming. Be careful, all those here should be careful.” He then made his way to leave. In the distance Whitney was aware of the approaching sounds of a gang and they certainly did not seem too friendly.<br><br><strong>Betty</strong><br><br>Laura had indeed headed towards the pub, knowing somehow that something was going on, after all she had been married to an Uratha for a good few years now. Of course she did not know their secrets, and certainly did not pry but she was aware of certain signs, that most would not.<br><br>The pub was a pleasant enough place, certainly the main part of the building was from perhaps before the Civil war. It had dark beams and horse brasses as well as old photographs on the wall. Old knick knacks were distributed about the place. The place had the aroma of smoke and cannabis as well beer, and patchouli oil. It had a pleasant enough atmosphere.<br><br>After a short time Betty spotted Laura who smiled at her and nodded as she offered a drink to a couple of the locals. Her kids were with her. In the mean time Cath was dealing with a few matters with the landlord and she did not notice her middle child Jack scurry off back outside again followed by Daisy his older sister and finally tiny Lucy.<br><br>It looked like Jack might be up to no good, likely so after all Betty had met him before. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 22:07:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Was it not a Roman General who said if you wish peace then prepare for war." Sam replied with a smile thinking that in the world he had left behind violence was often the first resort not the last.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He touched her arm, “If they are BNP then violence is what they have come for and no amount of being nice is going to work. They see it as a weakness and like any bully they respond to it. Where as sometimes being intimidating makes them back away, I am sure you can intimidating.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 10:14:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon leaving the relative safety of his camper van, Whitney became aware of another just like him in the crowd. Perhaps he or she was watching him, scrutinising his every move. Where were they? He much seek them out. <em>Finding another of his kind would be wonderful</em>, he thought. Claudia could sense it too, Whitney know that. However, there were more pressing concerns such as the many dead all around him. What happened here to these people? He could see all of them. Sometimes this was overwhelming and today was just such an occasion. Claudia held his hand tight. This helped to know she was there for him and him her. He took in a deep breath and focussed. His interest was mostly on the teenager who spoke to him. This terrified dead adolescent that had just warned Whitney of the coming danger and was about to leave. In an attempt to stop him, Whitney remarked with some heist “Boy! What is your name and what happened to you? Who are coming? We don’t have much time so speak quickly.”<br><br>Whilst Whitney waiting for the response or even the boy to return to his side, he began to understand who was coming. It was most likely to be the BNP or some other organisation with as much tolerance as a group of people standing in a room with placards saying tolerance is dead long live racial hatred. But the boy did return and did speak and Whitney listened. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 12:37:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Laura, hi." Betty didn't bother to hide her relief as she spotted Grahams wife. She was ready to sit down next to her, maybe have a cup of tea and pretend she didn't hear the sound of approaching violent people outside, talk about the weather or politics or something - but then she saw Cathy's kids taking off. Oh Gods, someone was going to have to do something about that and seeing how their mother was busy and Laura had her own kids to worry about... <br><br>"I'll just..." Betty pointed at the back of the little girl dissapearing out the back door. "I'll be right back." <br><br>Leaving her shoes by Laura's table the woman rushed out after the kids. "You! Boy!" What was his name again? "Jack!"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 12:30:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Sam</strong><br><br>“Oh I can be intimidating alright.” Bronwen half smiled. Though she did not appear aggressive now Sam could be sure that she knew how to get the upper hand.&nbsp; However it was troubling the fact it could be the BNP, of course they could deal with a fight but it was the aftermath that was the issue.<br><br><br>After all the police might be called, and for many that travelled here that was an issue. “We have to be clever; she rolled her shoulders in their sockets then slipped a small bag of green in a knot in the tree. She needed to be completely clean if the police were going to be involved.<br><br><br><strong>Whitney</strong><br><br>“My name does not manner what matters is that there are those that cant fight and will be harmed.&nbsp; I died at the hands that approach and there will be no justice. All I know is they do not care who they hurt in their fight….in a war lost a long time ago.” He was slipping away now, he was fading. “They search for other victims and the police aid them.”<br><br>However the voices became stronger became louder and the hostility filled the air crushing the joy and delight, the colours and the freedom. With each shout a little more left the area. <br><br><br><strong>Betty</strong><br><br>Laura smiled and was about to offer Betty a cup of tea or perhaps some soda water, after all she didn’t seem to be the kind of lady that drank pints, even at the weekend. However she watched the woman leave, thus the blooded woman took care of Betty’s shoes and her own children.<br><br>Jack was quicker than ‘shit off a shovel’, he, his sisters and the dogs were heading to exactly the place that they should not be and it seemed his selective deafness was troubling him again. Of course he heard Betty, but Jack had plans and they did not involve that odd lady that the dogs did not like.<br><br><br><strong>All</strong><br><br>The shouting and abusive rabble grew closer, and the filth that spilled from their mouths could not be hidden. It was likely this was not a time for negotiation. <br><br>There was going to be violence here that was one thing that was not in question.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 14:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he watched the boy fade from view, he turned towards the approaching mob. There were indeed BNP and their local hired help. Whitney leaned against the nearby table and grabbed a pint glass, half filled with the local beverage. He felt he would definitely need it. Not to drink but perhaps to defend himself. Claudia jumped on his shoulders to get a better view. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 16:44:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh this was ridiculous. Their legs were half as short as hers, she should be able to catch up... Abandoning her efforts to call out to Jack - who was obviously not listening - Betty focussed on her running.<br><br>At least all that time at the gym was paying off now.<br><br>Gods she hated children, it was tempting to let Jack and his little pack get into trouble. Maybe that'd teach them to listen to adults who were not necessarily smarter but at least had more experience. However, these were Cathy's kids... Cathy was - well, friend was a big word - a business associate. It would probably be bad for the working relationship if something unfortunate happened to her kids on Betty's watch.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 23:16:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam watched her hide her stash with curious eyes, when he had been involved with drugs he had never sampled the merchandise that was for idiots in his opinion. Although when he had been running girls, well he had certainly sampled then.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He moved to beside Bronwen. “Well shall we go and greet the guests or are we gathering up the children?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 20:42:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Things were not looking good, not looking good at all, there were rather a lot of people in this mob, and they were certainly not there for the party.&nbsp; Many of them were drunk, the ones that had no agenda at least, many of them were just ‘townies’ looking for a pint and a fight. A few however had targets&nbsp; and that was dangerous considering that there were both elderly and children here. Even if most of them were in the pub. Those that had been caught up in the dance were quickly becoming aware of the ensuing danger.<br><br>Whitney was an obvious target for at least two of the individuals after all he was black and was with these wastrels and drug addicts. He obviously needed to be shown his place and that place was on the floor with teeth missing and a bloody pulp indeed of a face. Both he and Claudia were aware at the same time as the men made there way in his direction. One pushed a woman to the ground as he focused or the target …Whitney.<br><br>The children were fast, and agile, they were also used to passing easily through crowds though this was no longer the party that Betty had experienced before. She could feel the rage in the air, she could almost smell the blood that was hanging in the world beyond. The ones that had come to this gathering were bringing darkness and death, yet they did not know it. One of the mob grabbed Daisy, Cath’s eldest the girl was half Indian. “Fucking pakki….” It was at that point he was bitten by Jack, Lucy just stood seeming afraid. As the three dogs joined Jack in trying to stop the man hurting Daisy. Betty was aware that she was likely a main target too.<br><br>Bronwen closed her eyes for a moment, just a moment before the fighting started. “Bollocks…” was the first word that passed her lips, followed by “Fucking Bollocks.” Bron knew she could keep her head and assumed that Sam could. “You and I are likely going to be doing a meet and greet.” This situation looked like it was going to get messy…more than messy. However a few well placed snarls got both she and Sam through the crowd.<br><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 22:53:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam nodded as he followed her weighing up those he could see. Most of them where rent a mob from what he could see rather than those into serious violence.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they pushed through the crowd, “We need to identify the leaders, if we can get them out of the picture the followers may just drift away.” He gave her a quick smile, “No offence but especially if the person taking them down is a woman.<br>After all in their world who is going to follow a man who gets taken down by a woman?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 09:15:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing the woman being pushed to the ground, Whitney focused on the two men. Once he was sure that he had their complete attention, he poured the contents of the glass on the ground and paced quickly in the direction of the two men. He thought <em>if I can get to them before they hurt anyone else, then that was a good thing</em>. It didn’t take him long to reach them and with that he lifted his hand up holding the glass and twisted it into the face of the one nearest him. He then smiled confidently, turned and looked at the other and remarked. “It seems that your boyfriend has had his face rearranged. Did I do that? I think I did.” To antagonise him further he finished with “You want a piece of me do you? bum boy.” Whilst waiting for a response, Whitney started to think of his next move. He could control physical objects, animals and people like a puppet, well sort of. With that he observed a large dog tied to a table leg. If he could only free it from its restraints maybe he could control the dog and it could help him to fight the much large thug…
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 11:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Betty was becoming increasingly nervous, things were turning bad quickly and she didn't like some of the looks she was getting. It was making her hair stand on end, making her fingernails itch and -&nbsp; a quick glance confirmed it - grow. That wasn't a good thing. That was how the madness had started last time.<br><br>Deep breaths, calm down, find those damned kids...<em>focus</em>.<br><br>Looking very determined the woman made her way through the crowd, caring less and less about bumping into people because frankly, it was becoming hard to avoid. Finally she came upon the man holding Daisy and even she could tell that was not the way to hold a child. Still, it was always best to remain civil, not to antagonize people more. <br><br>"Good," that didn't come out quite right - clipped and tight and with just a hint of a growl. "Give her to me, I'll take it from here." <br><br>Jack and his dogs got a glare, really that was no way to behave, "<em>Stop that!</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 15:03:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bronwen had the same idea; though a full moon she had some intelligence in tactics. She nodded trying to avoid the various scuffles going on, though it was hard not to rip some of these bastards to shreds. The ones that were looking for weak targets to be precise. <br><br>However was aware that the police would not be long in coming, and in fact may well have been called on the way just to create yet more trouble for the group.<br><br>Alan also appeared to have this thought and he too was searching for those that were in charge, as well as making sure his daughter did not join in the general brawl.<br><br>“You know the pigs will be on the way soon? We need to do this fast…or as fast as possible.” The other worry was that the real ‘leaders were likely in some nice café drinking tea or with their mistress in some hotel room. <br><br>There were however a few that appeared to be hanging back and watching on, in various directions. “So shall we toss a coin for which ones?” Bron grinned as another would be attacker was sent away with a snarl.<br><br>Tilting her head, a frown passed over her face, “Can you hear them?” Indeed there were sirens.<br><br><br><br>The thug turned his head and moved slightly thus did not get the glass full force but he certainly felt it, as he let out a sound of pain and there was some blood, however Whitney was struck by another man, who also gave the woman a good kick. The geist managed easily with the blow as the man wanted to prove his masculinity by attacking two targets. So though it hurt it did not knock him to the ground.<br><br>Likely questioning their sexuality may not have been the best idea. “Fuck off nigger…” The bleeding man growled, obviously he had always done very well on the school debate team with his oh so eloquent turn of phrase, though at least he did not punch Whitney he did spit blood in his face.<br><br>&nbsp;At present the dog was pulling at the table leg and growling, but remained firmly tied for now, though with the look of it for not too much longer.<br><br><br>For now Betty was able to keep herself under control though it was not easy, the scene around her and the lack of control of the present situation was certainly somewhat difficult. She was for the most able to get through the crowds relatively quickly. Her dexterity and her seemingly forceful attitude helped. Though Betty was treated to some rather unpleasant racist comments.<br><br>Nothing too troublesome happened well at least not until she found Cath’s kids. The voice that Betty allowed to erupt from her mouth would normally have frightened anyone, however though the man that was holding Daisy was indeed afraid of this woman whose eyes had an almost luminescent quality to them, he could not show it. Certainly not in front of those around him, she was a woman and black and he was drunk enough to be foolish. Thus he continued to roughly keep hold of the girl as he spat at Betty calling her a nigger bitch. Though for now he was perturbed about hitting her, perhaps one of the braver members of the group might.<br><br>Jack did stop for a moment, but when Betty was ‘abused’ he thought he should continue especially as one of his dogs was kicked. The small figure of Lucy hid behind Betty, clinging to the bastet’s clothes and muttering into her pocket, she was afraid it seemed, as was Daisy.<br><br>Oh it was not just the ethic minorities that were finding the proverbial boot, anyone that might or looked like they might enjoy the pleasure of a same sex relationship found themselves targets too. Well as well as most of the other folks that looked ‘different.’<br><br>Alice was dancing happily (though with a little slight of hand she slipped what would pass for cannabis or ‘pills’ into a few pockets,) after all she was aware the police were on their way. <br><br><br>In the distance very few could hear the sirens but they were coming.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 21:42:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“That one.” Sam nodded at a smallish looking man who seemed to be hanging back. He seemed to be spewing out a whole load of racist, sexist bollocks from what Sam could hear. Grabbing his crotch a one point to emphasis that the Lesbos where only Lesbos because they had not had a real man like him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam nudged Bronwen, “I will leave that big sod to you.” And he was a big sod, shaven head, Nazi Tattoos and from the bulk of him you just knew that he popped steroids like they where sweeties. Although his piggy little eyes and scowling face gave away his lack of intellectual skills.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Although he seemed to be getting his point on the rights on immigrants over to an Asian man by applying his fist whilst shouting, “Fracking Paki go home.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaving her to the big sod Sam made his way over to the man. As he approached him Sam shouted, “Frigging Dykes, you got that right.” And then attempted to kick him in the nuts.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 01:13:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity's blood was up from a pleasent time spent between modern dance and folksy whirling from partner to partner, joinign hands and promenading side to side, eyes dancing with men and women of all stripes.&nbsp; <br><br>The sounds of hate descending upon this harmony offended her too the core, and the dragon in her stirred.&nbsp; <br><br>She bit down on her inner fire, though, and weaved her way through the mob.&nbsp; As the obsenities began flying, she answered them by targeting bullies with a mix of spanish and english challenges, "Hey, <em>cholo</em>" thug, "did your mamasita slice off your cojones?&nbsp; Too impotent to get a girl without groping her?"&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 09:23:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still getting used to the fact that heavy handed punches like that would not knock him to the ground, like they used too, Whitney let the sudden pain of such an attack wash over him. He somehow got a thrill from such things as now that he was a Geist such futile attempts to harm him had little affect on his general health and wellbeing. Whilst in a state of euphoria, Whitney heard the bigger of the two Special K’s remark on his skin tone, this snapped him out of his trance as a globule of spit came hurtling towards his right cheek. It was a good shot. <em>The man had obviously taken classes</em>, Whitney thought, with a smile. He then looked down and removed a silk handkerchief from his lapel to wipe the spit from his cheek. He smiled confidently at the two Neanderthals and remarked in response to what they were doing to the woman. “Touch her again and that will be the last thing you do.” Seeing that the men looked dumbfounded, he took a pregnant pause and then continued. “Trust me on this, I have seen the way situations like this turn out and it will not be a happy ending for either of you.”&nbsp; He then glanced over to the dog, who was almost free from the table leg. In fact it looked like the animal had moved the table at least a few metres towards the two men. “See even Fido here wants a piece of you both, so, if you forgive the dog analogy, I suggest you put tail between your legs and head home to mummy... just a thought”. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 17:07:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Betty regretted leaving her shoes behind, four inch heels could do some serious damage. <br><br>That wasn't a good thought, but it was becoming harder and harder for the Bastet to keep her emotions under control, to stick to her human shape, not to give in to feeling incredibly pissed off. This racist pig of a man, the growing violence all around, the sirens in the distance... And kids - despite feeling a certain obligation to help them she did hate kids. Dogs too.<br><br>The woman stood very still for a moment, apparently stunned by being called a nigger bitch but really fighting with herself - fighting not to shift and create an even bigger mess. Suddenly she let out a truly terrifying roar and proceeded to try and kick the racist pig in the balls.<br><br>You could only have so much control.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 14:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bronwen gave the nod; she spotted the two men that he had already pointed out, the big one should not be too much of an issue, she was also pretty sure given his nature that Sam would not have too much trouble with the small man. However her one concern was the police, they were coming pretty damn fast.&nbsp; This looked like it had all the signs of a set up. Bron passed on her thoughts to Sam and then went for a little chat with the gentleman that appeared to be a brain donor.<br><br>Sam in his turn offered quite a shock to the man abusing the ladies that had been enjoying each others company. The sharp blow at least caused him to double over, and cry out in pain, though it was lost in the many other sounds that filled the air mingling with the hate that was growing. Sam was also aware that there might be a number of spirits involved. However it was likely that the Alpha and his daughter were likely dealing with that matter.<br><br>The hate had no harmony to it; it was bloody and cruel, and fuelled by ignorance and stupidity. These people had no right to be here, at this beautiful spring fair that was truly something that belonged to Felicity. These vile people, if they could even be given that title were treading upon her territory. Indeed the dragon was rising.<br><br>For the most her dexterity and her obvious dancing skills allowed her some safty from the majority of the mob, after all a good deal of them were just drunken yobs that had been picked up in some of the pubs in town. However she was not completely safe and someone managed to grab her shoulder and then drag her close, his eyes had a strange quality to them. Something more than the anger which was in the air.<br><br><br>One of the men still had the woman cornered and did not look like he was too willing to let her go however, the other man was more wary not only of the large dark man but also the dog.&nbsp; The latter indeed started to back off but the other remained holding the young woman. “Jeff yeah moron dot let this nigger scare you off, I reckon it wont be long till the police turn up.” It was obvious the more vocal of the two was not afraid at the thought of the law turning up.<br><br>The dog continued to try and free itself, at least for now Whitney was not in any immediate danger, though the police were on their way. <br><br><br>Well that was a shock for the man that had hold of daisy and with Betty’s Roar and well placed foot, the man did let go of her, letting out a shout, however one of the dogs and Jack still had hold of the thug with their teeth. This thug was certainly in pain and would likely be suffering from shock for some time. <br><br>Of course Betty’s rage was rising and she could feel the cat within wanting to be released and show its fury upon this mob. <br><br>The fact the police were on their way was not a good thing.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 19:13:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly the dog stopped barking and lay down next to the table leg, as Whitney directed his focus from the dog onto Jeff. Looking directly into the man’s eyes, Whitney calmly suggested “Before you go, ‘Jeffrey’, would you be so kind as to take your friend, ‘Zippy’, with you”. Whitney’s intention of course was to try and control the man like a puppet or at least manipulate him into starting an argument with his companion or even a fight as he was sure that his friend would not want to leave without causing the woman serious harm. If his plan went well he could slip in and help the women to escape. He waited to see if his ‘magic’ would take affect. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 10:06:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Betty caught Daisy and quickly put her down on her feet. <br><br>The girl was safe. Now maybe, if she got out of here quickly, she'd be able to prevent anything bad from happening. She grabbed Daisy's hand, then the hand of the littlest girl - what was her name again? - the one who looked every bit as lost and terrified as she felt, deep down under all the anger and frustration.<br><br>"Jack! Let him go," she hissed at the boy that was still hanging on to the man's leg, "And come with me, <em>now</em>! Or I shall be <em>very</em> angry," wondering if this was enough she added, "your mother too!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 13:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity danced with the assailants.&nbsp; Those who were without harmony could not touch she who was in harmony with them.&nbsp; Up on the balls of her feet, where simply twisting one foot could relocate her whole body.&nbsp; When a man grabbed for her head or shoulder, she bent her back and curved past him, hair trailing on the lawn.&nbsp; <br><br>Then she came up against a partner so corupt he could hurt those he was in harmony with, and he caught her by the shoulder and pulled her back against his chest hard.&nbsp; Felicity's bikini-clad top jiggled from the force of the sudden stop.&nbsp; <br><br>Felicity shrieked in sudden fear.&nbsp; She kicked straight up, trying to get his head over her own shoulder.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 12:02:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jeff was already in mixed thoughts after all the large dark man was not as intimidated as most, in fact he did not appear to be intimidated at all. This was certainly worrying however ‘Zippy’ obviously wanted to leave, and as it was Whitney could feel that sensation where he was actually influencing the situation.<br><br>Though they were at present not starting a fight between each other, certainly the tension was growing, even more so as the police sirens grew ever closer. Still at least it allowed the young woman to get out of the way.<br><br>Jack was somewhat like a terrier rather than a wolf, though in time it was likely he would grow into a larger canine, well that was if he survived long enough to have his first change.&nbsp; The man he was ragging on was trying to fight off him as well couple of the dogs, but the rather filthy boy was taking the brunt of the mans fear and anger. Jack appeared to have selective deafness and was too caught up in his game to feel the blows upon him.<br><br>Somewhere else Cath had realised her kids were gone, and fear struck her as she started to make her way through the crowd. Heaven help the man who had hurt her children.Lucy tugged on Betty’s clothes and looked up at her with those strange blue eyes, “Ma’am …” she whispered, “Bluebell says…says there are bad men coming….worse…”<br><br><br>Perhaps if the man had been just a man then the beautiful dancer that was so lythe and sensual might have managed her manoeuvre. However being this close to this person if he could be called tha,t Felicity had the sensation he was not wholly natural and instead seemed to be filled with unsavoury passions of hate and lust. She could almost smell the scent on his flesh. Was this a host body for something that was only fuelling the fires of the hatred and ignorance that was growing stronger in the area as the moments passed.<br><br>Certainly his grip was strong and his vile breath upon her was sickening. This creature had plans for the dusky beauty, such interesting plans.<br><br><br>Meanwhile Alice was managing with a little of her special magic to avoid too much contact, as well as offering a little luck to those that might need it. As it was she never seemed to be where she might find herself in danger.<br><br>Emily remained for the moment in the pub, clutching her daughter, she was torn, perhaps she could help outside, but was afraid for Rosey.<br><br>In the hisil Alan, his daughter and Graham did as much as they were able to. (Wont desribe as at present no one is aware.<br><br>(OOC) Next set of posts the police will be here.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 11:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Why did the stupid boy have to not-listen!?<br><br>Betty was unraveling quickly now. Her face, terrifying though it had been already, was contorting into an expression of mad rage and her mouth felt strangely full – that would be the teeth, growing – Oh Lord. And bad men were coming, Lucy was quite right, the police were on their way and the last thing Betty wanted right now was a run-in with the police. <br><br>Letting go of Daisy and Lucy the woman grabbed the back of Jack's shirt and heaved, then began to shake him, shouting "Let go!!" or trying to, the words came out strangely contorted - muffled, surrounded by snarls and growls. At the same time she began kicking the man on the ground in the side to stop him from kicking and beating the little boy.<br><br>This, some deeply-buried part of her registered, was not a smart thing to do. <br><br>She did it anyway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 11:40:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling that help was finally on its way, in the shape of the local police force, and seeing that his efforts had saved the woman, Whitney continued his focus on Jeff. He commented “I see you are ready to leave and judging by the fact that the law are on their way, I think it would be in your best interest to try a little harder to make your friend go with you.” Trying to show that he was being as concerned as possible, but inside feeling like he would like to crack their skulls together, Whitney concluded “I’m only thinking of your wellbeing, of course.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 16:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; What was this thing that had her?&nbsp; A fetch?&nbsp; Something worse?&nbsp; THere was something deep inside of him that wasn't human, maybe just as bad as the gentry!&nbsp; <br><br>The lithe bodied girl lost a grip on her controled system of defense and now could only squirm and writhe, making her round bottom stroke his groin while her great bust swished and swayed.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 12:35:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack was still snarling and growling as Betty dragged him off, she was sure she could smell the scent of blood, though who’s there was no telling. The man continued to try to hit out at Jack though became very quickly to defend himself from this somewhat aggressive insane woman. As he tried to move away he continued to abuse her. Calling her vile names and spitting at her. Jack obviously wanted to continue attacking but instead he growled abuse if his own.<br><br>‘Zippy’ appeared far more confident than Jeff, as if he knew something was going on, or something was going to happen. It was obvious he was not afraid of the boys in blues arrival. “Come on mate…” tension continued to build between the two, “I can’t afford to go down again.” <br><br>“Don’t let this nigger bastard win,…what are you a fuckin’ nigger lover.” He almost spat his words out at Jeff. “You won’t go down for this and you know it.” The way he said it indeed seemed to ring true, as if he did indeed know something.<br><br>Meanwhile Felicity felt the bulge in the ‘mans’ trousers and the pain of his fingers as they dug into his shoulders, this thing, this body seemed so filled with such hate and now lust seemed to be joining that other such base emotion. He leaned in and spoke such degraded and corrupted words to her, so truly polluted they were enough to make her nauseous.<br><br>However from the corner of her eye she saw the ‘beast’ the shy nervous one that was normally with the other fairest. He moved in the direction of the man and Felicity with some speed. Only she was aware of his nature and the animal he was. A hare might be prey but they have been known to take down predators with a well placed kick. He was obviously terrified but could not allow another of his kind to be hurt.<br><br>The police did indeed turn up in force; however it seemed they were not there to arrest the instigators of the violence. A couple of them even nodded in a friendly manner to those that might be in charge of this ‘protest’. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 13:13:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Holding the snarling boy at arms-length, Betty gave the man a few more kicks for good measure. It was strangely satisfying, punishing this low-life for being aggressive, rude, racist and above all <em>stupid</em>, but after a while her own aggression ebbed and she decided he'd had enough. Still holding Jack in one hand she stalked off with big, still somewhat angry strides, grabbing Lucy's hand in passing. Daisy, older and smarter as she was, would hopefully follow of her own accord.<br><br>She tried to ignore the rude shouting that followed her as she went. The police had arrived it seemed and she did not want them to catch her beating up a man, no matter how much he'd asked for it. In fact, she did not want then to see her at all.<br><br>If she could just get to the pub, drop the kids off and hide somewhere...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>10-02-2011, 21:54:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Never one to miss a chance Sam kicked the man in the kneecap, with a bit of luck and added by his steel toecaps it would pop the knee and cripple him.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he heard the familiar sound of the police arriving and true to his nature it was time to slide away. People where swirling around, confused and uncertain as what normal in these kind of circumstances. And one thing Sam had always tried to do was to blend in and look innocent.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Glancing around Sam headed for the most likely place to lose him self, the pub.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 06:51:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Felicity screamed and struggled desperately, helpless in the vile man's arms.&nbsp; She wanted to wretch, but she was hot with shameful need, but she had to fight...&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 11:11:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Surprised at the words that were coming out of ‘Zippy’s’ mouth, Whitney sized up to the man and with as much aggression as he can muster, he suggested “then I guess we had better give them an excuse to arrest us then, hadn’t we.” As he spoke, he lifted his knee and forcefully pushed it into ‘Zippy’s’ soft groin and gave it a quick twist for good measure. He then stood back and smiled whilst he waited for the next move. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-02-2011, 23:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Things were taking a turn for the worse with the arrival of the police; it was becoming obvious to almost all gathered this had been some sort of set up. The real trouble makers and antagonists were very much being left alone while many of the ‘Vagabonds’ were being more than roughly treated and arrested on ‘drugs’ charges. Not all of which originally belonged to the ones that were gathered up into the vans.<br><br>Betty was lucky in some respects in the fact she managed to slip by the police, indeed she was almost at the pub when she spotted the bright red hair of Cath, the woman looked like she was on a mission. It had to be remembered that this woman had wolf blood even though she was not Uratha, and her temper was fiery at best, one did not want to see the worst. <br><br>She was looking for her children obviously and was in somewhat of a panic and Betty saw as a police officer grabbed her, seemingly not at random, her reaction of course was to punch him. Not the best plan but one that many might resort too when looking for children. Now it appeared that Betty was left holding the ‘baby’ as it was.<br><br>Lucy looked up at her and whispered, “Bluebell says…” there was a frown “Can we trust you…then I will tell.”<br><br>Sam was extremely lucky he was able to slip past the Cath situation, and in fact that offered a diversion, also the fact that he was white and looked like he might fit in anywhere worked very much in his favour, he for the moment was to the police Mister Average. Bron did her part too, not that she was trying to get arrested but could give him a chance to get away. After all from the things he had spoken of the Rahu was sure it was better he stayed under the radar.<br><br>James Haliday the hare, the beast let fly with another almighty kick on the man or creature that still had Felicity. Anyone that knows of the mad march hares would understand the power of a back kick from both legs. The ‘man’ was sent reeling thus he let go of Felicity. However James was grabbed by one of the policemen and he like many others was dragged to one of the Vans.<br><br>Whitney was rather unlucky, a large black man with dreadlocks was an obvious target, especially one that was hurting one of the men that had called the police in. He felt the strike of a truncheon to his kidneys while another grabbed some cuffs this was one of the violent ones that needed to be restrained. He would be searched and one could be sure that they would find a large amount of illegal substances on his person. <br><br>‘Zippy’ smiled at him even through the pain he was suffering, even though he was bent double, the man was smug sure that Whitney might suffer a lot worse in the cell. Jeff was already trying to leave the scene.<br><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 18:36:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With Whitney’s focussed totally on administering as much force in the kick, he did not notice the approaching men until the excruciating pain ran through his body. The precision of the blow to his kidney was calculated and accurate. Whilst trying to compose himself he turned to see that these men were not more thugs but officers of the Law. Stunned, partly from the blow but mostly from their actions towards him, he noticed, in his dizzy haze, that ‘Zippy’ was smiling and that Jeff was calmly strolling away from the scene unhindered by the police. <br><br>The throbbing pain, in his side, beat hard which made him move his hand to nurse the wound. Just as he did something cold and metallic was locked around his wrist. Knowing it to one half of a set of handcuffs, he briefly struggled to snatch it off, but it was futile as by doing so it just made it easier for the man to lock his other wrist in place. <br><br>Realising, to late, that this was a trap all along, Whitney thought it best to surrender as he was in no condition to retaliate further as the pain in his side and the cuffs on his wrists made it almost impossible to fight back and if he did it would just make matters worse than they already were. As he was being bungled away from the scene he felt one of the officers put something in his pocket. Whitney had his theories about what that might be so he smiled as he knew, unless a miracle happened, he would be going away for a very long time.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 10:28:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Betty's reaction upon seeing Cathy, her business partner and - oh alright - friend, in so much trouble was perhaps not as emphatic as it should've been. All she could think of with a terrible, sinking feeling was this meant she was stuck with the kids, for God knows how long. <em>She</em>. Poor kids. <br><br>Poor kids who really shouldn't see their mother like this...<br><br>"Come on now," she said firmly, quickening her pace so much she was almost dragging little Lucy as well as Jack. A quick glance backwards to make sure Daisy was still following, then she shouldered open the door to the bar and hurried inside. Quite a sight she made; splattered with mud, her stockings ruined and her face still feral-looking but she wasn't in the right mood to feel ashamed about either that or the way she was man-handling the kids. Never-halting, she made a beeline for Laura's table. Laura had kids of her own. Laura was good with kids... or at least better than her. <br><br>"Laura, so glad you're still here," she said breathlessly, lowering Jack until his feet touched the ground but not letting go of the back of his shirt just yet. No way was he running off again.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 16:19:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98363.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98363.0)&nbsp; Whitney please go here. <br><br><strong>Betty</strong><br><br>Jack obviously wanted to run off and help his mother against those horrible men in uniforms, he disliked them intensely, he was certainly not an easy child to deal with by any stretch of the imagination. Lucy was easy though was obviously concerned about her mother but was afraid of the ‘bad men’. Daisy was a sensible child and knew that there was nothing she could do at present to help her mother until Graham returned.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Laura was sitting with an obviously frightened Emily her daughter too, “Betty…” Grahams wife forced a smile, “Lets get the kids something to eat and drink yes?” Obviously the mud and ripped stockings were not a concern. “Come to the bar with me.” She turned then to Emily who said she would look after the children, however one of the male Vagabonds was given Jack to look after.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 22:04:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam walked into the pub and headed for the bar, just a customer getting out of the way of the trouble. Nothing to see here officer best be on your way to find the bad guys. It was a persona that Sam had perfected over the years that fitted with his philosophy.&nbsp; When trouble arrived best be somewhere else.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He watched the disheveled woman arrive with the kids but remained where he was. She looked pissed off and he had watched enough Nature channel to know that a female was always most dangerous when she thought her kids where in danger. Did not matter if it was a fluffy bunny or a werewolf it still held true although the werewolf could do you way more damage.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A pint of what ever is local.” He said over his shoulder to the bartender keeping his eyes on the mud-splattered woman.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>18-02-2011, 16:00:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Betty dissapeared briefly into the bathroom and emerged with a clean face and hands and a changed attitude. The anger that'd sat on her face so plainly was gone, helped considerably by ditching the kids with other people, and the professional mask was back on. The mud and torn stockings could, unfortunately, not be helped but she was just going to pretend not to notice in hopes nobody else would.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman walked up to the bar with a very straight back and a haughty look on her face, almost like she considered herself above this type of establishment and it's patrons. <br><br>“That’s better,” she sighed, joining Laura,&nbsp; then frowned as a thought hit her, “Any word on Graham?”&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 11:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At least the strange activities that happened in the men’s lavatories did not happen <br>in the ladies though it did have a strange feeling to it, a little cold perhaps, certainly in one corner, though it might well have been one the fact it did have a rather ancient heating system.<br><br>When she returned Jack was still being restrained by the large man with dreadlocks who at least seemed at least to be calming him a little. Daisy was sitting quietly with Lucy on her knee, though when Betty returned the small pale haired girl approached and tugged on the woman’s skirt. Trying to get her attention.<br><br>“Graham is with Alan and his daughter, its not time to worry yet. I have got used to this so have the children. Can I get you a drink?”<br><br>The barman looked up at Sam and smiled though it seemed somewhat strained. He was pretty sure this man was one of the Vagabonds and thus pulled a pint for him. “You just passing through mate? Looks like you picked a bad day to come and party.”<br><br>The dangerous looking woman certainly had the feel of one like him, an Uratha…but no, there was something different. Something as yet he could into put his finger on. Also he could sense the presence of ghosts in the area though it seemed they were most likely harmless.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 11:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhmm... I'll have some tea, thanks," Betty said, looking down at the little girl tugging on her skirt. "And maybe some lemonade for the kids." <br><br>Graham was alright then, that was a relief. It looked like they'd be needing a lawyer. Especially since the police hadn't seemed entirely impartial in who they arrested. The only arrests she'd seen had been&nbsp; members of the Vagabonds, none of those drunk racists that'd started the whole mess. Despite not feeling all that much love for the Vagabonds, useless hippies that they were, this was disturbing her. The real criminals were still out there, undeterred, unpunished... <br><br>"Do you think Graham will be able to get them off?" She asked Laura. "Cath and everyone I mean...?" <br><br>The woman tried to ignore the little girl for now. Maybe if she did so long enough she'd go away. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 22:26:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam smiled as he turned around and paid for the pint. “Passing through, maybe, maybe not. Seems that people who do not want trouble often find that trouble wants them. Being meek and mild at times only invites those who think with their fists.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He took a sip at the pint, “Not bad.” Then he turned around again and looked over the room. The pissed off woman had cleaned herself up in the ladies and was standing at the bar with a little girl tugging at her skirt.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a while Sam said, “I think some one wants you.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 13:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy continued to tug on Betty’s skirt, and held tightly to the pocket on her denim pinafore. It was obvious that she wanted to talk to the woman, though for what reason anyone could guess. Daisy spoke up to Betty, “Mam doesn’t let Jack have lemonade; it makes him….kind of crazy.”&nbsp; She likely meant more crazy&nbsp; “It might be better if he has milk or water.”<br><br>Laura looked to Betty, “I think maybe this time he will, though things are getting harder. I don’t know how much longer he can juggle…well you know…”&nbsp; the woman forced a smile, it was not just dealing with the trouble with the vagabonds it was the fact Graham had to arrange two lives, like some kind of dark and hairy Superhero. <br><br>The Barman nodded to Sam as he had his wife offer Betty a nice cuppa&nbsp; “I tell you mate you are right, this lot never cause trouble, hence I let ‘em here for parties and the like…what troubles me is the …po…” The man noticed that he had another customer as well as the threat of a raid , so went about his business.&nbsp; Sam was still aware in the back of his head of the spirits that were around him. For some reason the veil was thin in this area. <br><br>Lucy narrowed her eyes at Sam, and then whispered into her pocket all the time she was holding on to Betty’s skirt.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 13:56:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I know," Betty said, giving Laura her best sympathetic look. She wasn't very good at those, but she did understand. Knew what it was like trying to juggle a professional life and a certain hairy problem at the same time. In her case, it hadn't worked out too well. "If I can help in any way... maybe with something administrative...?" <br><br>The scruffy-looking man at the bar spoke to her then, making her sigh. <br><br>"Yes, thank you. I hadn't noticed." <br><br>She was about to turn away, dismiss him, when she sensed a certain something about the man. He felt like Graham did, that same... doggyness. Interesting, but not something she was going to discuss with him here and now. So, taking the cup that had been served her and wrapping her hands around the warmness of it, she knelt down until her face was level with Lucy's.&nbsp; <br><br>"Alright," she said in the same tones she used on the adults. Betty'd always hated people who acted all childish and put on their 'cute' voice when speaking to children. "What is it then?"<br><br>Please, please, <em>please</em> let it not be that the girl had to go to the bathroom and she had to go with...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 13:59:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The small, slight girl was perhaps four though it was hard to tell. She was a pretty little thing with pale hair and extremely blue eyes, yet those eyes seemed to show more wisdom and age than her physical years.&nbsp; <br><br>The small child paused and then leaned forward to whisper in Betty’s ear. “Bluebell says….” The woman got a brief glimpse of a light, a blur light in Lucy’s pocket. “Bluebell says she knows you are a cat…but not a fluffy one, she also says that there are horrid things to come.”<br><br>“She says you have friends though…and not to be scared, I am never scared with Bluebell….”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 16:41:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well that's..." Betty started then paused, not exactly sure what to make of this. "That's nice," she said at last, this being a safe, neutral thing to say. <br><br>She was still crouched, though her eyes had moved from the sweet little face to the vague light that came from the girls pocket. It was some kind of toy or doll. Yes that'd be it. How the doll knew about her being a non-fluffy cat she couldn't say, but there had to be some perfectly logical explanation for that. Most likely, the girls mother had told her about it... Yes. <br><br>She put down her cup and took Lucy's hands in her own, whispering, "Let's keep this between you and me and Bluebell hmm? Our little secret?"<br><br>Because however the girl knew, the accountant didn't want her to go blabbing about it. People didn't readily believe the stories little kids told, but they might start getting ideas if they'd seen her having one of her less composed moments.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 17:09:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy nodded, “it’s aright, you don’t need to worry Mummy told me there are secrets that have to be kept….but she told me there are bad secrets too that have to be told to her.” Her voice was quiet and she had a slight lisp. “Don’t be worried…not yet…”<br><br>The girl tilted her head a little then whispered closer to Betty’s ear as she looked at Sam, “Did we tell you he was a wolf?” she gave a smile Lucy was certainly extremely sweet. <br><br>Daisy then looked up and asked both Laura and Betty how long it might be before their mother Cath got home. It was then a tall and curvaceous lady with a somewhat strange aura appeared in the room, she was asking about someone called James…Lucy’s attentions were now on her…<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 00:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's fine, you can tell mommy. Just no-one else, alright?" Betty said, giving Lucy's tiny hands a little squeeze before letting go, feeling odd. Here she was, having a conversation with a little girl and not hating it. <br><br>It was probably because this wasn't one of those loud, whining, crying sort of kids. And not an ankle-biter like her brother either. <br><br>"I can smell what he is," she whispered back when Lucy told her about the wolf-man. "Now... why don't you go sit with your sister," she added in a louder voice, straightening up. "And I'll bring you lemonade in a minute," and maybe a bowl of water for little Jack, the kind with Fido written on the side. That thought made her smile briefly - right up until Daisy went and asked about Cath. Her mother. Who would be on her way to jail by now. <br><br>"I don't know," she said honestly. <br><br>She should probably add something soothing to that, but couldn't think of anything and shot Laura a pleading look instead.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 00:32:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam watched the woman with the kids, she was something that he knew, not a wolf or a Vampire but something.<br>He sipped at his beer and then moved closer as if examining the drinks behind the bar. But really he was checking out the strange woman that had come in as there was something odd about her and her aura.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking down he smiled at Lucy before looking at Betty. “You had best be getting the children out of here, she is a tad too strange for my liking.” He indicated the strange woman with his head and then went back to watching her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 10:47:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Betty followed Sam's gaze, eyes sweeping over the strange-looking lady and nostrils widening as she sniffed. Since her change her sense of smell had become much more acute. <br><br>"She is strange," she agreed but couldn't add any more. "Not sure it's safe to go outside though."&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"Look," she said, turning to face Sam, "I don't know how this sort of thing is supposed to go but I can tell you're..." she lowered her voice, suddenly feeling paranoid, "A shifter too and well... Is there some sort of protocol?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 21:40:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a twinkle in Sam’s eyes as he listened to her, “Well amongst us wolves we howl when we enter another pack’s territory, giving our names, ranks etc. Although a wolf howls right now might not be a great idea. But my name is Sam and as you seem to have guessed I am Garou.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was a hint of a smile as he watched the woman and continued, “So I am guessing Cat? Don’t tell me that you do it like cats do on meeting a strange cat? Backs arched, tail bushy lots of hissing.” One thing Sam had noted in the past that sometimes humour helped to relieve the tension level, maybe it would now.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 14:50:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You guessed right. And honestly... I wouldn't know," the woman sighed.<br><br>She wasn't smiling at his joke. Sam got the feeling she wasn't one to smile easily. She struck him as one of those terribly serious people, the suit she wore was not helping, and also a little haughty. Though she was about the same height as he she somehow managed to look down her nose at him. <br><br>"I'm Betty," she introduced herself without going so far as to offer a hand and giving only her front name which seemed a relatively safe thing to do.<br><br>Another sigh as she glanced around the bar - victims of the raid were still pouring in, some in worse condition than others. <br><br>"So is it me or are our kind a sort of magnet for trouble?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 21:34:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam considered this, “It seems so at times, maybe because we stand for the light that the dark is attracted. Must admit that I gave never really thought about it that much.” <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam smiled as he gestured at himself, “I am no mighty warrior, more a back room kind of guy.” He ran his eyes over Betty. “If you do not mind me asking, what is a lady of obvious quality and a werecat doing at a place like this?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It was a rather obvious question she looked more like she would be at home in a boardroom not with a bunch of hippy travellers. And although he did not know much about were cats he had not heard about them hanging out with werewolves that much.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 23:32:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura approached very carefully, even though she knew Betty and was aware what Sam was she was still cautious. One had to be in her position. Her smile was genuine and for the moment most of the kids were with the young woman with the scars.<br><br>“Excuse me….” She cleared her throat, “Might I interrupt?” there was another pause “Graham is doing his beast to get to the police station there has been a number of arrests. Also ….well there has been a little trouble elsewhere, on….” Her voice was quieter, “The otherside.”&nbsp; Laura’s face flushed “With Cath not here can either of you organise folks?”<br><br>Emily was busy with the children; she had them busy with making pictures. After all most mothers in her mind had a bag with pens and paper with them and thus she became the responsible adult.<br><br>However Lucy approached Betty again and tugged her skirt. Sam was more than aware of the glow in her pocket. It shone brightly to his uratha eyes. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 15:38:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually I do mind you asking," Betty said coldly, obviously how she'd gotten to be with the Vagabonds was a sensitive subject she did not like to talk about. <br><br>Laura interrupted then, which was just as well as the accountant didn't feel her conversation with the wolf-man was going all that well, but that didn't mean she was happy with the woman's request. "Organize folks...?" Betty echoed her words, looking around at the people in the bar and thinking how the hell was she supposed to do that. As for things on the other side, that just didn't bear thinking about. Oh Graham had told her about the shadow world's existence but it all sounded terribly new-agey and she hadn't been across yet because frankly, she just didn't want to know.<br><br>"Alright," she said after a moment's thought, "I guess we could go see what the situation's like outside, see if it's safe... maybe organize the wounded and such. Do you know if there's anyone here who knows first aid?" She was aware the little girl was tugging on her skirt once more, "I'm really a bit busy, Lucy. Please go sit with your sister." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 23:52:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam considered Betty for a moment or two at her tart retort, obviously she considered herself to be too good for him.<br>“Then I will not ask again.” Sam replied with a smile that went no where near his eyes. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His interest though was peaked by the glow in the child, what was her name Lucy’s pocket. What was it that glowed so strongly?&nbsp; But before he had the chance to investigate further Laura came and interrupted them.<br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he could just not resist it, “Organise, you know boss people around you should be good at that.” He gave her that smile again and this time it reached his eyes. “Come on lets get this side sorted and then I will take you over to the other.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 14:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laura just smiled at Sam, and looked between he and Betty, “We are in a bit of a fix at the present, and with Cath having been arrested …well you understand.” As it was though Laura was not a part of the vagabonds, though her husbands had friends there. If these two could help they would stand to start making some good friends.<br><br>Lucy shook her head at first at Betty’s request; however the cat woman was adamant it seemed that she should be with Daisy. Thus started to move off then paused for a moment and looked at Sam seeing as he noticed what was in her pocket. It was then he that felt a tug on his trousers. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 15:52:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let's get going then," Betty said, drawing herself up to her full height, which was not very high at all. She missed her spike-heeled shoes but wearing them out in the trailer camp, with it's muddy underground, was simply not an option. Bare feet in half-ruined stockings weren't a very good alternative, but at least she wouldn't get stuck. <br><br>Not waiting for Sam's reply she marched across the room and out the door. <br><br>Hopefully matters outside would have cooled off a bit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 23:40:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam smiled to himself, it was nice to know that he had not lost his touch with being able to piss off the ladies. He started to go with Betty and then felt the tug on his trousers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Looking down he enquired politely, “Can I help you?”<br>&nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 15:20:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her large blue eyes stared up Sam, and she smiled slightly beckoning him closer too her, with the hand that was not holding onto his trousers. When he was close enough he was yet more aware of that little light in her pocket. Lucy then tilted her head to once side as if she was listening to something.<br><br>“Bluebell says …she said …” There was a pause as if she was trying to make sense of what was being said. “She thinks you have to stay with us …” There was a little sparkle in her eyes, “I think she might like you. She says …” the girl dropped her voice “You are not as grumpy as her.”<br><br>Outside most of the people were trying to clear up the mess, and reorganise the area around the pub. A few people were nursing injuries, but and a few people were organising get others to the Accident and Emergency. Others looked of their the vans that had come. The last of those arrested were being piled into the final police van. Still at least the antagonists had left.<br><br>She caught a glimpse of Graham, Alan and his daughter. They looked as if they had a few troubles in the hisil but for them most were one slightly injured. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 17:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stepping onto the porch of the bar Betty took a moment to survey the damage. Organize people, Laura had said. Just how the heck was she supposed to do that!? It wasn't as if she knew any of the people here, held any kind of position or had so much as a remote idea on how to organize this mess. <br><br>Which meant, she realized with a sinking feeling, that she was going to have to wing it... Pretend to be in charge. Pretend to know what she was doing.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath, the woman composed her face to be at its most professional, its most self-assured. Her business face. "Excuse me," she said, stepping up to a man who seemed to be giving first aid to a be-dreadlocked girl, "We're gathering everyone in the bar. Best if you take her there. Miss," straightening up, she addressed a middle-aged woman peering out of the window of her van. "We're trying to get everyone together in the pub." And so she went on, trying to direct as many people as possible to the pub. She wasn't exactly sure where to go from there, but it seemed a good idea to get everyone together.&nbsp; <br><br>As she rounded a corner she spotted Graham and Alan with a young lady and quickly moved towards them.<br><br>"Graham," she said as she approached the man, "So good to see you." Her eyes passed over his injuries, glad to find they weren't serious. "We're gathering everyone in the pub. You ah… you wouldn't have time to say a few words, maybe? What with Cath being... unavailable…?" She couldn't quite keep the pleading note out of her voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 08:37:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Graham looked about him at that which had happened as did Alan, Alan was obviously more concerned about Cath, and getting his still pent up daughter somewhere to calm down. Once she had been sent off to her mother the Alpha of the vagabonds pack began to get people organised, not having Cath here was going to make things more difficult, once his daughter was on an even keel his wife would join him.<br><br>Graham on the other hand spoke with Betty,&nbsp; “Is Laura and the kids alright? What’s&nbsp; happened with Cath…don’t tell me she has been arrested?” Well at least he had a clean suit in the car, this lawyer was <em>always</em> prepared. For now though he needed to know his family was safe.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 12:16:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm sorry," of course he'd want to know if his wife and kids were alright but Betty hadn't thought about that for a second - wrapped up as she was in her own little problems. "They're fine. Safe. In the pub," she gestured to it, as if he didn't know. <br><br>"Cath... well," the accountant looked pained for a second. Then the whole story tumbled out, "Well you see... The kids ran off. Cath's kids I mean. And then I went after them because I was afraid of what might happen and I found them and they're fine, but while I was away I guess Cath missed them and went looking and then she must've run into the police and they wouldn't let her go and, well, I guess she <em>really</em> wanted to go and find her kids and ah... She may have beaten up a few officers. Quite badly."<br><br>It was rather a mess. <br><br>"A lot of other people were taken too," she added, "All or almost all of them from the camp. The men that started all this just..." she waved a hands in a dismissive gesture, looking irritated at the injustice.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 00:30:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I have to stay do I?” Sam looked quizzically at Lucy and then he smiled, “Perhaps I do.” His lips twitched when Lucy mentioned Betty and he winked at Lucy. “She is grumpy because she needs to lay down more. “A good bang would relieve her stress Sam was sure of it, so uptight.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then he began to move towards the door, stopping just inside so that he could get the lie of the land. Once he was certain that the cops seemed to have finished arresting people he located Betty who was talking to come others. Guess he was in charge of the kids then.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sam moved back inside where he could keep an eye on them.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 11:56:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucy reached up and took Sam’s hand; she was certainly a pretty little thing and did not appear to be any trouble, unlike her brother, Jack who was still struggling like kittens in a bag. It seemed that the dreadlocked man that was holding him could handle the situation. <br><br><br>Daisy the eldest of Cath’s children was helping, she seemed to be a sensible girl that was used to situations like this. She walked over, “I’ll take Lucy if you like…mister…?” After a moment a breath and the bribery of some crisps, Lucy was led towards Emily and Laura, before she went though Lucy smiled and turned to Sam “She’s coming you know …a little lost but bluebell will help…”<br><br><br>Outside Graham was pinching the space between his brows, “Alright this is a crappy situation, I need to get down to the police station…” He looked at Betty hoping she understood, “Alan is busy with his daughter, but grab him…then look for Emily.” She is not hard to find, the one with the ‘Glasgow smile and the lisp…” He took a breath, “It looks like I have some work to do…take care Betty, I am sorry you have been thrown in at the deep end.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 07:44:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To Whitney’s surprise the police refused to give him a lift back to the Plough. So he called for a taxi, once he had been given his belongs back. Claudia was back to her usual quiet but happy self and Whitney tried to control his spasms of excitement at his realisation at he was free once again. The ride back to the Plough was uneventful. The taxi driver was silent, but Whitney sensed, that due to the location of the pickup, that he clearly wanted to ask about the nature of the fare. It took but minutes to arrive back. His van was still there but many of the party goers had gone home. Upon further investigation he realised that most had retired inside the building so he decided to venture forth to survey the damage.<br><br>Once inside he recognised several faces that seemed to be organising things. Cath still had not returned which was deeply concerning. So he decided to find a sit in the corner of the bar, once he had ordered a pint. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prakkie</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 11:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was sorry, well that was nice of him to say but it didn't help her now did it? Didn't make it easier for her to organize a bunch of people she didn't know and didn't much care for, but Betty realized that wasn't Grahams fault. "Alright. You go on. I'll take care of things here," she said with that same professional air he'd seen before. It seemed she slipped into that whenever things became difficult. "If you have any news call us at the pub. Keep us informed and..." her face softened a bit, "Good luck."<br><br>She left him then and went to retrieve Alan. She explained Cath was away - which meant she had to tell the whole tale again - and told him he had responsibilities besides his daughter. She may have been a bit snappish at that point. Still, she convinced him to come into the pub with her. <br><br>By the time Betty returned to the pub it was a lot more crowded than it had been. People had listened to her instructions then, that was something. "Emily," she walked towards the woman with the Glasgow smile and tried not to stare at that particular feature. She stuck out a hand, "I don't think we've been introduced, I'm Betty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 23:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“She is coming, hope she gets here soon.” Sam replied with a smile as she was led away by her sister. Then Sam scanned the room looking for anything out of the ordinary. Maybe he should step over to the other side, check that out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But then Betty came back in and Sam switched to watching her instead. She was a puzzle and Sam did not really like puzzles that much especially in tense situations. He had no real idea just how a kitty reacted where as wolves he could pretty well predict.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So he moved so tat he was beside Betty as she introduced herself. Once she had he would introduce himself as well.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 10:50:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took a sip from his pint and could see that Claudia was watching the others in the room. He nodded to Claudia “Yes you are right, it is time for me to reveal us to the rest of the Vagabonds.” Becoming slightly annoyed at this, his whisper became slightly more pronounced. “I know… I know… Cath is not here and if she was it would be a lot easier, as she would have made the introductions for us. But she isn’t, so I have the hard job of doing it myself.” Claudia shrunk into her chair, a little upset at his tone. Seeing her distress, he apologised “I am sorry dear I am not mad at you. How could I be you’re perfect and you take good care of me. How could I forget how we met. You saved my life.” <br><br>He smiled at her and at that her mood changed. She smiled back at him and jumped of her chair. Holding her hand out he took one last sip of his beer and slid of his stool. Taking her hand, he glanced around the room. “Claudia who would you like to talk to first my dear?” He knew that she liked to be involved in the discussion making, so whenever he could he would ask her what she would like to do next. Obviously he could not do it all the time as only a select few individuals could see Claudia and most would think him mad ‘talking to himself’ as they would put it. He waited for her to make up her mind until finally she pointed at a small group of three who seemed to be in deep discussion about something. One of which had a Glasgow smile and Whitney could sense she could most likely be a Geist like he was. He took a deep breathe and walked over to them. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 10:16:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I am ….I am…Emily.” The woman swallowed and bowed her head, “It’th …It’th good to meet you. Betty was the first to be offered a hand that bore a number of burns that could easily passed off as an accident, though a couple were more than dubious. “Thith ith Rothmary,” The girl of perhaps five looked up and smiled at Betty. She appeared polite enough. “Please can I go an play mummy….” Emily tensed a little, “Well…Yeth…but pleathe not too far.” For most of the time her head was bowed.<br><br>Whitney was now aware of what this woman was, and the one that clung to her.<br><br>Alan had been very tolerant considering his own predicament, though now he was aware that Cath was not here he had to pull up the slack, even though he was becoming increasingly able to perform these tasks, perhaps it would not be long until he had to give up his mantel not with the pack but with the Vagabonds. His daughter was not one that could take over…perhaps another might show their face. He hoped so…<br><br>Just after the introductions had been made Alan walked into the bar.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Vagabonds IC (The Plough)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 16:37:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could now hear what they were discussing. They were merely introducing themselves to each other. He waited for an appropriate pause in the conversation and began to speak “Hello all, I do not mean to interrupt but I believe as we are in the process of what I think is to be a series of introductions. I would like, also, to do the same and so here I am to do just that. The name’s Whitney Cooper’’ he turned his eyes in the direction of Emily “and it seems dear Emily that we have a similarity or two” as he glanced towards Claudia and then to her clinging little addition. He smiled at her reassuringly and continued to explain his attendance. “I am here as I have just been released from the same police station where Cath is still being held. We were in fact arrested at the same time and bundled into the same van. I only had the opportunity to speak to her for a brief time before we were separated once again. I do hope that they will not be too long with her.” <br><br>He paused for a moment and then started to recall the conversation he had had with the bobby in the police station and the promise that he gave to him. Oh may goodness, could this Emily be the one that the man had spoken of. If it was then the man would be her grand father. He had to know. He had to know now so he moved on to more pressing business. “Tell me Emily is or was your surname Mathews? Because if it is I have been asked to do something very important for you.”<br>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>