[Werewolf: SotM] Prelude: Frank Gomez
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				Title: <strong>[Werewolf: SotM] Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 08:34:01</strong>
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				OOC: Yes goldenchild I gave Frank a last name. If you think of a better one, let me know and Ill edit it for you.<br><br>Deep into the night as a cloudy night covered the sky's Frank sat outside the fighters pit. The smell of sweat, cigarettes, and blood invading his senses, perhaps more then it usually effected him. He could hear the admiring screams from the women and the confidant cheers of the men that were betting on him. Despite the wound he had from earlier in the day, when a dog attacked him and took a chunk out of his left leg, he was in his peak condition. The whole night his blocks had come fast and the punches had hit their targets even faster, better then he had fought his entire life without injury. To put it simply he was on top of the world.<br><br>His bookie came up to pat him on the shoulder, showing him the huge waud of cash that he would get for just winning this last fight. He was a greasy old african american man dressed in a purple suit with a woman on his shoulder. One-eyed Mike they called him, a guy you could get anything from for a price. Like always he smelled like booze and cheap aftershave but he was never really known to be a snappy dresser or a personal hygiene advocat. Since Frank had come into town Mike had looked out for him and hooked him up with things he needed from time to time. All he took was a generous cut of the profits or made sure Frank knew he owed him a favor. "Hang in ther Franky! Just hit this last one hard and knock 'em out fast. You'll be 'alkin outta here with a wad o' cash and the respect t' boot!"
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 12:31:12</strong>
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				Frank almost made an audible sigh, there where always "just one more fight" it seamed, not that it bothered him very much. It paid very good money and kept food on the table, besides he always healed up fast so the pain wasn't so bad either.<br><br>"So... just one more then, I'll can do that. You want me to play around a bit first Mike?" That was mostly meant as a joke, Frank never played around during a fight. Once the fight started there was only one thing going through his mind and that was to knock his opponent out.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-05-2006, 23:37:56</strong>
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				The man suddenly burst into a loud laugh as he patted the young man on the shoulder. "Oh...thats a good one Franky. Tell you what, I got a cute blonde who aint working tonight. Knock this guy out in the first 30 seconds and she'll be working for you." Slowly his figers ran through the wad of cash, parting a huge amount of bills. "Thats your cut so far..." pulling the cage doors open to the pit Mike patted him on the shoulder again. "Go do your thing Franky"
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 08:24:21</strong>
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				Well that was a surprise; he was actually throwing in one of th girls as bait. Now, now talk about that Mike had placed some high bets if he offered that much. Frank didn't gave him an answer just walked through the doors focusing on one thing: how to eliminate his opponent as fast as possible.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 08:34:11</strong>
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				The gates to the fences closed with oh so familiar that ringing sound as the two men appraoched eachother. The other guy was big and obviously strong. Their eyes met and the crowd suddenly fell deathy silent. Then the bell rang, and all hell broke loose. The man moved so fast that Frank's eye's couldnt seem to follow him. All he felt was the heavy slam against him and the fist carrying up over his chest and hitting his jaw hard in one powerful upercut. It was a suprise to say the least but the next think Frank knew he was layed out on the floor and staring up into the nights sky. <br><br>The clouds slowly began to part and the luminous glow of city lights faded from the nights sky as he gazed on the full moon. Its light, her light, shining down over his body and forcing a change in Frank. It was as if he had felt massive rage enter and fill his soul in that moment and as he stood the man jumped back with genuine fear in his eyes. Slowly Franks body felt like it was filled with power as well as rage and he knew that no one would be able to harm him if he just let himself go.
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 09:08:56</strong>
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				The first hit and then pain came over him and he fell landing hard on the floor. He laid there for a moment a bit surprised over being there and just then he saw her as she shone with her white light over him. Frank could almost feel her looking at him, feeling her gazing through him filling him, and then the anger came a fury like no other causing him to rise with a roar. He threw himself at his opponent with all his anger and strength not caring about trying to defend himself because inside he knew that it wouldn't be necessary, his opponent was going down.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 09:26:37</strong>
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				As he dashed forward he could hear the screams and panic all around him and his opponent seemed so small, and growing smaller by the moment. Rage and an ancient, yet familiar fury invaded his body as he slammed into the man. The fence shattered as they went through it, slamming into the bleachers as more screams invaded their senses. He could see his hands were now huge and covered with fur as his fingers wrapped around the mans throat and closing slowly. He suddenly saw a change in the man as well. Teeth changed to fangs, fingers to claws, and a simple short haircut turned into an everflowing mane. Then he felt the pain of the claws bite into his own hands, forcing him to let go as the man made some distance between them.
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 09:36:47</strong>
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				A growl began deep within Frank... <em>I'm growling?</em> A very weak voice told him deep inside to which he refused to listen, all that was the thing in front of him. He crunched, not really aware of what he had become and not really taking in what the other man where either. His eyes narrowed as he flexed his arms, moving side to side trying to find an opening then he charged. He wasn't experienced using claws, or using his new body either so the charge was rather... lame and easily avoided, going head first Frank plunged down in the concrete.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 09:45:02</strong>
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				Rolling to the side the man easily avoided Frank's charge but suddenly leaped into the air and onto the back of him. The claws raking on the back of Frank's neck over and over again. The screams had all but left, leaving a few bodies on the ground but most of the other observers had managed to get out of the building and away from him. Luna's fury seemed to empower both men though the only reason Frank wasn't winning so far was because of his new 'body'
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>08-05-2006, 12:52:27</strong>
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				The pain from the other beast's claws only made Frank more angrier, he didn't really feel the damage he caused on him and bucked hard, pushing upward from the floor. His new strength surprised him completely as he threw the thing on his back through the air and managed to push himself up in standing position again. Frank howled in the honor of the moon and charged again.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 01:11:36</strong>
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				The charge hit the other creature dead on, sending him flying back to slam into the concrete wall and through it. Shattered pieces of concrete flying everywhere as the man laid there on the ground, motionless but breathing. It was obvious that frank had won at this point though the battle was intense, brutal, and exhausting. Still the moonlight shined down on him and he could feel her eyes and smile. Then the swift reality came to his ears as he heard the approaching sound of siren's. The police werent far off.
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 08:25:55</strong>
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				Frank was just about to set of after his opponent when reallity came down on him. He sharpened his ears and listened. <em>Sirens... must run!</em> He still acted much on instinct and he just turned away from his fallen opponent and started to run away from the scene, at the same time he seamed to melt inward and as he ran he transformed into a large wolf who's grey fur glistered in the moon light. As the transformation was complete he accelerated into high speed and ran the fastest he could away from there.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 10:51:29</strong>
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				Running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop he eventually began to tire. Still the oddly familiar woman's smile could be seen in the moonlight but eventually his body gave into exhaustion forcing him to fall unconcious and sleep. When he awoke he found his wounds treated and saw the same man in the ring standing over him and a woman of about fourty years old. As she noticed him she smiled gently, offering him a hot cup of coffee. "Good morning." she said somewhat sweetly as she looked at him.
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 11:00:00</strong>
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				A flood of memories returned as he opened his eyes, the screaming of the crowd, claws, fur, pain and above everything, the moon. He sat up strait to fast and his vision partially vanished by the effort, as his vision cleared again he looked around still very unsure what in the blood world just had happened. <em>Talk of a bad acid trip…</em><br><br>“Thanks…” He answered the woman and accepted the cup. “What?… Where?...” He began then became quiet again as he could hear how stupid the questions sounded. His eyes shot back at his opponent from the ring and the memory as he... no, not him, some beast of some kind had been thrown through a concrete wall.<br>"Who are you?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 11:06:18</strong>
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				"We're friends." the man stated offering his hand as if to help the boy up. <br><br>The older woman cleared her throat after taking a drink of her own coffee and looked over him. Her voice sweet and calm "Im Charise, and this is my friend Gary. I know you probably dont remember much from last night but I know there are vision's there. We're here to answer some question's about what you are. If thats what you want...but then if you dont want to know you could just get out of our neighborhood and not come back too...I hope it's the former."
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 11:12:01</strong>
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				<em>Friends she says... Well she doesn't smell like she is lying.</em> As soon as his thought popped up he knew that something was different. How did he knew how a lye smelled like?<br><br>"You turned into some... thing." Frank says looking over at Gary. "And so did I... at least I think I did. I had claws..."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 11:25:37</strong>
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				"Some sharp teeth too." he commented with a smile. Taking his jacket off he handed it to frank in a friendly manner. "Here, you need something more then whats left of that shirt." Looking over at the woman he raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Ill let Charise explain, she a lot better at it then me."<br><br>Sitting down on the hard cement the woman cleared her throat again. "You're what history, or rather superstition and legend refer to as a werewolf. Superstition isnt even close to the real thing though. Do you want me to go on?"
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 11:30:08</strong>
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				At that point Frank noticed that he was almost completely naked. Those clothes he had left was totally ruined and only some cloth remained. The impact of it all hit him as a sledgehammer. He quickly covered up.<br><br>"We-werewolf? Aren't those the guys that have been bitten and runs around killing people and always dies in the end of the movies?" He asked Charise, his head spun by now.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 11:40:53</strong>
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				"Like I said, superstition. We tend to call ourselves Uratha though...The truth is, we have exsisted for longer then anyone can remember. Back then, and even today, we keep a sort of balance between worlds. This world being one of them, and the spirit world...the shadow, being the other. I know you've caught glimpses of them when you were walking down an alley or stopping at a restraunt. Those were spirits influencing the people and you." She took another sip of the coffee and looked at him, smiling gently. "There's some people that your going to have to meet, and then some tests you'll have to do, then a choice has to be made. Gary and I are just here to point you in the right direction and give you some purpse to this new world."
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 11:46:38</strong>
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				It was almost too much to handle.<br><br>"Me? A werewolf... eeeh uratha was it? How? I haven't been bitten what I know so why?" The whole concept of a spirit world, was far to much for Frank to comprehend at the moment, he had to concentrate to try to get hold of the little sense he had at the moment. His cup still hadn't touched his mouth.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 11:59:56</strong>
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				"Really?" Gary replied while reaching down to lift the torn pant leg up, revealing the bite mark on his leg. "Then whats that?" he asked rhetorically. "Look I know its a lot to take in, but the fact is your special and now you've got a job to do. Its not gonna be easy but since you enjoy bashing skulls itll at least be a little fun."<br><br>He could hear the woman giggle as she took another sip of the coffee in her hand. "Gary, lets slow it down for him. Pangea was the place where the first uratha were born, of course history tends to call it eden or maybe shangrilla. Anyway, our father who we know as father wolf was charged with keeping spirits in their realm. Over time he and mother luna fell in love and had kids. Those were the first Uratha. For a long time Father wolf and his children ran around together, keeping the balance between the worlds. Eventually, father wolf became too old to lead but as a spirit he couldnt step down. In wolf and werewolf society its survival of the fittest, and an alpha who cant lead and cant step down, has to be put down...five of the nine children chose to fight and kill father wolf, they became the forsaken. The problem was that Pangea was destroyed by father wolf's death howl and the two worlds were shattered." She paused to look at him carefully "that'll get cold if you dont drink some." she stated in a friendly manner
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>10-05-2006, 12:18:04</strong>
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				Frank looked down on his leg and saw the small wound.<br><br>“Oh that! But that was nothing, just a… dog…” At that point everything got clearer. He really had been bitten by a dog a week before while he had been strolling around downtown. It had come out from no-where bitten him and then run of to gods-know-where. The wound hadn’t been very bad, but it had bled a bit that was all. He had even forgotten about the incident completely up to Gary pointed it out.<br>“Alright, so one of your kinds turned me into… this? What if I don’t want this? What do I do then?” The mere thought of that someone had taken this decision for him to make him into a werewolf, at the moment he refused to use their word, angered him more then he let out but he could feel his anger rise, almost as bad as it had been during the fight. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>11-05-2006, 00:39:13</strong>
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				"Whoever bit you didn't turn you into anything. Its what you are. It would have come out eventually, or made you go totally nuts. There's no way to go back to your old life, pal." Gary stated. <br><br>The woman nodded in a sage like way before taking another drink. "Gary's right. I know there's a lot of uratha out there that want to go back to their old life. It's just not possible though. Luna will always be calling to you and your other side will always want to hunt. You can try to fight it but really if you do the alternative is that your going to become a <em>Zi'ir</em>, an uratha thats gone mad and is no more then a mindless killing machine. If that happened, we would have to put you down...I'ld rather not do that"
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>11-05-2006, 20:17:15</strong>
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				"So the bite is just a coincidence then?" Some how he doubt it, it fitted to well in the myth just to be an accident. He turned to Charise.<br>"If I can't return to my old life... which I can see why that would be difficult, what am I to do? You talked about some kind of guarding, how does that work?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 10:17:08</strong>
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				"The bite is a way of jump starting the process and a way of proving us wrong, or in your case right." She took another long drink as she listened to the question and nodded. "Today, werewolves keep balance between the spirit world and this one. We stop powerful spirits from corrupting and controlling mortals. We also keep watch on the guantlet, a barrier between the two worlds"
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 10:23:53</strong>
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				That made sense in all this highly bizzare story. Frank felt though that everything she told him was right and somehow it held the key to everything her had searched for his whole life. Trouble to find any better words for it it felt like he was comming home. With a smirk he took a sip of the coffee grimasing to its taste.<br><br>"When do I start and how do I learn to controll... this? If it's possible." He really hoped there would be a way to controll his new found condition otherwise he would be forced to find some very large chain to bind himself.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 11:05:21</strong>
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				"Thats something that we cant really teach you. You'll just have to experiement and find a way that works for you." she replied with a smile. <br><br>Standing up Gary offered his hand to the young man as if to help him up. "Come on, theres some poeple you need to meet. The tribes might be able to give you a better clue but we really just know from experience and what we've been told.
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 11:13:04</strong>
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				Frank only nodded. That made sense too, everything was based on a personal level, why wouldn't this? He took Gary's hand and pulled himself up.<br><br>"Tribes? Are we some Native American thing or something like it? Is the moon involved in this? I have a distinct memory of her... yes it was definitely a her, was looking at me."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 11:37:11</strong>
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				"Not quite. Each tribe has beliefs and focuses on something. Gary and I belong to the iron masters, a tribe that stays updated with the times and uses technology to help us hide from mortal eyes and help us keep the balance between worlds. Tribes have nothing to do with the moon you experience the first change under."
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>12-05-2006, 11:50:47</strong>
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				Satisfied by the reply Frank nodds again. "Well then, lets go meet these... tribes." Not really sure where to go he waits for the two of them to make the first move.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 10:49:12</strong>
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				Frank was lead through the subway and to the better part of town, where people walked around in business suits and didnt seem to have a care in the world. The trio had only stopped at Mc'donalds for lunch, which the two happily paid for in full but otherwise it was a straight journey to a skyscraper owned by Minu industries. Inside Frank found himself taken to a conference room and seated till an older gentleman entered. <br><br>Dressed in a full black suit, Frank could tell he was very important and very wealthy. Looking at Gary and Cherise the man sat and nodded. Cherise quickly exclaimed "He's a Rahu. Gary and I told him what we could but we thought we had better send him to the tribes for everything else." Gary just remained silent as he sat in the chair. <br><br>Standing the man took out a book and passedit across the table to Frank before taking a seat next to him. "Well, welcome to a world of danger and duty. This is a compilation of uratha lore, read through it and when your done we can introduce you to the tribe you feel is best for you."
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 11:51:12</strong>
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				Frank had never passed down a free meal in his life; he was never sure when his next meal was so he tried to eat when the opportunity arose. As soon as he entered this world of the rich and high rollers, he felt very out of place, this was really not his world and he couldn’t fit in. Not only was his clothes wrong but his whole attitude and behaviour. But he tried to do his best which in itself wasn’t much to brag about, not that he did it on purpose he just didn’t know how to act in this highly different world compared to the street from which he came.<br><br>As the elder man entered in their room he felt an urge to stand and did so before he managed to stop himself. He kept standing until the man had seated himself. Listening to Cherise as she told her the story he kept quiet during the presentation. The man greeted him and passed a book over the table which he took and placed in his hand still not opening it.<br><br>“Thanks… I think, I will do my best… I always do.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 12:47:59</strong>
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				Standing up Gary came over to pat the young man on the shoulder as Cherise was already walking out. "Well thats it kid. With any luck youll know right who you want to be with and youll find a pack in a few days. Thats all we got for ya. David here will take care of you for now." Without another word the man left the two alone, closing the door behind him and Cherise. <br><br>The man Gary had reffered to as David looked at his watch for a minute then back at Frank. "Well you should get busy. Ive got a few hours before a meeting so if you have questions, or think you've made up your mind on a tribe then let me know."
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				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 13:04:21</strong>
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				"I will... Thanks." Then he leaned back in his chair and started to read, he soon was absolutely absorbed by the book to notice anything around him and ate up as much information the book could give. Once he got to the section of the tribes there where only one tribe that called for him; the Blood Talons. Only they seemed to hold what he saw as the Uratha’s purpose… or at least <em>his</em> purpose among them.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 10:50:11</strong>
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				After an hour the man stood and approached Frank, looking over him and especially his eyes as he read the book. "Find something intersting?" he asked with a smile. Knowing full well that all newborn uratha found the tales of father wolf and the tirbal lore interesting in some aspect.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>17-05-2006, 12:08:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Startled by the man's entry, Frank not really aware that he was there looks up from the book.<br><br>"Very much I must say. Suddenly much makes sense. The last weeks some very strange things have been happening and all this explains it all. Suddenly my life got a purpose, and an important one too. As for tribes... well there is only one for me, those that are called the Blood Talons, if they want me of course."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 08:33:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man frowned slightly as he heard the name blood talon but only shrugged. "If thats what you really want. The blood talons are fierce warriors and very good at what they do. Though they tend to be closed minded at times. I was hoping that you would follow your destiny to a more...elegant tribe, but it is your choice in the end. Shall I arrange a meeting?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 08:35:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In his ears he heard what almost sounded as an insult but Frank had a feeling that he better let it lay for now, instead he just smiled and said.<br><br>"Yes please I would love to." <em>Uptight prick</em>... he added for himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 12:25:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man nodded and looked to his watch once again before taking out a cellular phone. With a quick dial he moved to the oppisite side of the room and took a seat. Frank could only make out parts of the conversation. <br><br>"Hello, this is Mr. Alenst. Is broken claw there?"<br><br>"I see, inform him that I have a new pup here thats intersted in the blood talons."<br><br>"A Rahu."<br><br>"He can come over immediatly. The sooner the better I think."<br><br>"I see thank you."<br><br>Hanging up the phone he looked back at the youth, smiling in a friendly manner. "The elder of the blood talons is currently busy with one of their combat rituals. Though his assistant assured me that he would be over within the next two hours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 12:33:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still holding his smile Frank stood up.<br><br>"Thank you for all help. I hope to be able to repay for the kindness and hospitability you have shown today some day." He hesitated for a moment.<br>"How do I meet this... assistant and where?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 05:55:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking out a small notepad he scribbled something onto it and tore the piece off handing the paper to the young man. "The Rahu run a small gym downtown. This is the address. When you get there ask for Broken Claw and you should get where you need to go." extending his hand to the young man in a friendly manner he smiled welcomingly. "Before you go, I would like to welcome you into our society. It is a very different and dangerous exsistance but I am sure it will be much more fulfilling to your lifestyle. I wish you luck."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 06:17:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank takes the note and puts it in his pocket. The accepts the man's hand and gives it a good shake.<br><br>"Thank you for you help, I have a feeling we will meet again." He then turned and left the room to start heading for the address that he had been directed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 06:45:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was easy enough for Frank to get out of the building with a cab waiting for him and already paid for. When the vehicle pulled into the parking lot Frank could tell this was one of the bad parts of downtown. Gang Symbols adorned each street wall except for the lone gym as if it were a sort of neutral territory. The place was run down but he could easily hear the sounds of both men and women excersising and fighting. The front wooden double doors easily opened into a waiting area no bigger then a living room with a young man standing at the counter, stuffing his face with chinese food before he looked up to Frank. "Mya?" he tried to say though the full mouth made it a little hard to talk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 11:57:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't the first time Frank was in the area, he was practically raised in a similar place and as long as you knew the different gangs turfs and didn't cross them in any way it wasn't too bad." Getting of outside the gym he climbed out from the cab with his things and stopped to look at the building for a moment before entering. Seeing the man who was eating he guessed that he probably should ask him where he should turn but the man beat him too it.<br>"Mya?" He said with his mouth filled with chinese food.<br>"Sorry?" Frank answered. "I'm here to meet Broken Claw." Boy did that sound like a stupid thing to say.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 12:07:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young man quickly choked down what he had and nodded while taking a swig of water. "Yeah yeah, uh...just a sec." he replied before going into the gymnasium. After a few minutes he came back out as a few other men passed by and went downt he hall. "He's in his office right there." he pointed to a nearby door. "Just knock and go on in, he's been expecting somebody. You I guess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 16:04:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank looked up in the direction the man was pointing.<br><br>"Thanks..." He said and moved past the man and walked up to the door. Frank followed the instructions he had been given; he knocked then stepped through the door hoping that this would be the right one.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 08:23:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he walked in he saw an older man setting an old ornate axe on a holding built into the wall. "You must be the new guy." he stated in a matter of factly tone before securing the weapon to its holdings. Turning he looked at the man as if sizing him up while slowly approaching him. "So you want to be a blood talon...what makes you think you have what it takes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 20:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can fight, have done it most of my life... and I don't know how to surrender." As he saw the older man standing before him he felt rather dwarfed in his presence. Frank didn’t know very much about being a uratha but the book had told him some at least and so much he understood that if you lived long enough to start to get old, you where good… very good.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 11:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright kid, Ill give you a shot. Being a blood talon is all about being a warrior. You gotta be strong, smart, and resiliant. There's two tests I run kids through. The first one tests your resilance. You get to fight a bunch of other blood talons so we can see how well you take a beating, but the kicker is you cant fight back. The second test we put you out in the middle of crip territory with enemy gang colors on. You come back alive, you pass. That tests everything. Usually we drop the pup out ther first and give him the beating when they get back, well do the same for you. So you still up for it kid?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>23-05-2006, 11:42:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well the test sounded a bit harch, even to him. But he could see no way to back down, Frank didn't even know if he wanted to.<br><br>"Sure, sounds easy enough. Where do we start?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 08:38:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man took a set of car keys out of his jacket and opened up a locker, throwing down a change of clothes. "Put those on, we start right now." he replied as he waited for Frank to put them on. "If you get back, the rest of the tribe will be here to give you your beating."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 08:41:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sweet... survive to get whipped..." Frank said with a neutral voice, but he stuck with what Broken Claw said and quickly changed. Inside he wondered for himself what the hell he was getting him into.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 09:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When&nbsp; Frank was fully dressed Broken claw lead him out into the parking lot and invited him into an old pickup built in the 70's. It had certainly seen better days but in this neighborhood it seemed like the worse off a vehicle was the more likely you were to keep it. Tossing the young man a poncho he sat in and waited for him to enter. Once he did Broken claw wasted no time in taking him down the street a short eight blocks and parking. "Here we are, all you gotta do is make it from here up to the gym. The gangbangers are probably gonna pick a fight, throw a few punches, and shoot at you but by your look Im sure you know how to handle all that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 09:37:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eight blocks? Sure, shouldn't be too much trouble." At least he hoped it wouldn't. He put on the poncho and jumped of the of the pickup.<br>"Any time limit?" Already he was checking around himself, suspecting that he already was seen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>25-05-2006, 08:25:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking his head he reached over to open the car door. "Nope, just go straight down this street. You cant hide the colors or take alternate routes and you can fight the gangbangers as you see fit. Once your on the gym grounds theyll leave you alone, we have an understanding with the gangs in this territory. If theres nothing else, you should get going." Nodding somewhat reassuringly the man looked over the scenery. No one had seemed to notice frank yet but then one could never be absolutly sure in this kind of situation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>26-05-2006, 11:00:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank nodded... he had a feeling this would hurt... alot.<br><br>"Alright, see you 'at home' then." Frank didn't waste any time and began to walk in the direction of the gym. He didn't run, as that would be a bit of cheating, and he didn't run to get away from a fight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-05-2006, 10:02:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank saw the car drive off in the same direction, with broken claw looking back to watch him. Soon he was out of sight and Frank had only gotten a half a block before someone noticed him. They didnt act at first but by the time he had gotten to the end of the first block a group of six young men had pretty much surronded him. "You got a lot balls being on our turf." one replied, the others slowly closing as if expecting an attack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>29-05-2006, 08:45:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank smiled... so it was here it was going to begin. Without showing to much he tried to see if there was anything he could use as a weapon.<br><br>"Well since you lack balls then I don't see any problem..." He answered smiling back... this was going to be fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>30-05-2006, 11:12:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank could see a stack of two by four's just up the street, probably fourty feet away and past the thugs, but also an open toolbox with several items that could be used as impromtu weapons. The same man that spoke to him pulled out a small knife, likely made for cutting the meat of a hunters kill, and took another step forward. Brandishing it in a menacingly fashion. "You want some of this!? Lets go bitch!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 09:33:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank didn't even waste any time to give him a response, instead he threw a hard punch right on the man's jaw. Oh... this was life.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 11:36:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a loud cracking sound as his fist connected squarly on the mans jaw. His body falling backward and a few teeth flying out onto the pavement. Instantly the other men rushed toward him, though seemingly clumbsily, giving him an easy chance to dodge through the attacks and keep his footing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 11:40:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a bit surprised by the effectiveness of his punch but didn't dwell on it very much. Frank knew this was a lousy place to face them all, they where to many and had him surrounded so he tried to dodge and move to a better position, preferable so he could have a wall covering his back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>31-05-2006, 11:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Placing his back to the building the others watched him as he dodged each of their attacks with ease. The man Frank had knocked down got up and growled a low threat before running at him. Then they came at him, each one clumbsy in their approach but dangerous none the less. It seemed that for the moment they were just looking to beat the crap out of him rather then pull anymore weapons
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>01-06-2006, 15:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank used their clumsiness and went from defence to offence as soon as he could feel the walls protecting him punching and kicking his opponents with all his strength. Out went all rules about fairness in a fight as this wasn't some fighting in a ring... this were a street fight. Eyes, knees, groins, everything that would hurt and maim his opponents he aimed for, within he could feel the hot anger from before boiling still under control but he knew that if something went bad he would at least have a joker card to play.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 09:50:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite Frank's skill in fighting he took a few shots for himself. None of them giving him a chance but then none of them were nearly as skilled either. A few minutes later he was standing and they werent, for the most part, but then he saw more people looking at him and it was obvious that it was going to get a lot worse and soon. Still walking away from a six on one fight was worth some bragging rights in any human's world. The question was, would it be enough for Broken Claw?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>02-06-2006, 12:22:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank just grinned, he hurt all over but this was truely the life. Slowly he turned and began walking down the road heading in the direction to the gym.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-06-2006, 09:45:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unknown to him one of the men took out a revolver pointing it his way. As the hammer was cocked his ears twitched in a warning sign and his body moved on instinct, narrowly dodging the bullet as it flew past his face. The sound echoing loudly throughout the street. The young man looked at Frank with amazment in his eyes and fear for his life. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 10:48:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fighting "fairly" was one thing, but trying to shoot him was far beyond what he could stand to face. The roar withing him grew into a whirling inferno and in one leap he was on the man landing heavily with all his weight on him. Frank never realized that his claws come down on the man or was aware of the feeling as they took of the man's head in one sweep. He then streatched and howled his fury for all the world to hear. He breathed heavy afterwords and as he left the body of the man he slowly transformed back to his normal self... his very bloody self...&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 12:00:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The other men fled as quickly as they could the moment Frank changed forms. The remains of the body pumping its life's fluid down into the sewer drains, turning the river of sewage a deep red. As Frank turned around he saw another man standing there in a normal tee shirt and jeans. No colors, no markings, or anything of the sort. He just looked normal though Frank could smell the hint of uratha abut him. The man tossed him a trench coat and smiled "not bad but we dont need anymore odd murders in the neighborhood. Come on, lets get back to the gym." he told him before turning and walking down the street, seemingly not caring what Frank did next.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>07-06-2006, 13:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank felt suddenly very ashamed, wasn't this just what he wasn't suppost to do? Quickly he hurried after the other uratha.<br><br>"I failed right?" He hesitated a moment feeling afraid about the answer. "I mean, I was meant to walk to the gym not slaughter they who stood in my way." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-06-2006, 09:59:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The other man placed his hands in his pockets as he started to walk toward the gym. "I dunno, youll have to ask broken claw whether you failed or passed that part. What do you think and why?" he asked simply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>12-06-2006, 12:32:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My main reason of believing that I failed was that I wasn't suppost to do that was I? My task was to take me from point A to point B without getting myself killed in the process. Turning into... <em>that[/]..." He looked down on his bloodied hands. <br>"Sounds almost as cheating to me. Not to mention reckless behaviour."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-06-2006, 10:15:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The prey must not know." he quoted as they walked along. "Try and keep the reality hidden from people as much as you can. If they find out about us, well itll be like the witch trials all over again till they find all of us. You gotta be careful of staying in check so you dont loose it but you gotta keep yourself alive too. Its a balance just like between the two peices of our souls...and its not easy. Sometimes you gotta bear your fangs to survive but at the same time you gotta try not to let humans know were around. Ya know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 12:50:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ye I know, it is because of that part I feel like that I must have failed in Broken Claw's mission. Surly this was a test to see if I could act correctly too."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 11:10:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Stopping in front of the gym the man looked up toward the sky and took a deep breath. "Maybe, maybe not...its up to you to decide what you think this test proved and didnt prove. Your not human, but your still gonna make mistakes like the rest of us, thats just how it is. This little mistake, well whether you get in or not, its something to learn from ya know?...Anyway, Im sure he and a few others are waiting for you. Go on in, take it like a man, and see what happens..." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 14:23:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank knew that what the other uratha was telling him was the truth and pushed the door open and entered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 11:25:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When he entered it was like a welcoming party. Broken claw standing there looking right at him and several men and women standing to the sides. "Well you made it back in one piece, that says something..." he began before looking at the group of people gathered there. The twelve people all looked toward him as he took a few steps forward and laid out a common gym mat on the foor. "I told you how this next part works didnt I?" he asked with a grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 21:26:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank nodded, he didn't speak instead he just walked towards them and placed him in the middle of the group. This time he wouldn't loose his temper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 23:04:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright well everyone else knows the rules on this. Lets get started." the second that those words came out of broken claw's mouth frank felt a blow to his face from the side, nearly knocking him over. As he stood up another came, hitting him in the jaw just as another fist connected with his kidney. They were double teaming him at the moment but to Frank's knowlege any number of them could have jumped in at any time. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>20-07-2006, 21:08:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank didn't care, he just tried to stay on his feet which began harder and harder to do for each blow he recieved, he didn't even try to defend himself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>25-07-2006, 10:39:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed like an eternity as blow after blow came, his life filled in an endless sea of pain and exhiliration. Though it finally ended and when it did each werewolf stood to the side as broken claw kneeled down by him, handing him a towel to wipe away the blood and sweat. "You did good this time kid, the other test wasnt great but the fact that you realized your mistake means it wont happen again." Extending his hand as if to help the man he nodded "If you still want in, welcome to the Blood talons."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>31-07-2006, 16:41:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took a while for Frank to realize that his beating was over, even when he laid there on the floor he still could feel them pounding him. But as his mind did understood that it all was over and the towel was given to him, he slowly and with an effort took it trying to get the strength to use it. Seeing the Broken Claw's hand and hearing his words did warm his heart.<br><br>"I gladly accept, I think I have found myself a group that are as crazy as me." He said almost managed to laugh, his ribs prevented him for such action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-08-2006, 23:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pointing back behind him the way a hitchhiker would pick up a ride the man smiled and stood. "Showers back there, go ahead and get cleaned up and well see about getting you into the community. Theres still a bit to do kid, but you should be on your way in a few days."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GoldenChild</strong> on <strong>02-08-2006, 09:01:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Frank didn't answer, he was in too much pain to do so. Slowly he rose his body protesting for each movement he made and slowly, very slowly he made his way to the showers removing one piece of clothing at the time as he walked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prelude: Frank Gomez</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-08-2006, 09:52:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suprisingly the showers were clean and in good condition. For such a run down old building many people would have likely thought that the showers would have been covered in years of filth and mildew but the contrary was a happy find. Hot water flowed easily from the nozzles and onto the tile floor and the scent of soaps could be picked up from anywhere int he area. 
			</dd>
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