Bingo [Simon]

[Simon Zahradnik] It was cold as shit, but considering the weather lately cold as shit was a welcome break from the shit that mother nature has been handing their asses over the last week. Cabrini-Green was not exactly the most welcome of places in the city to be found so late but Gwen was certainly the kind of girl who could take care of herself.

The night might have even been what one might consider peaceful despite the occasional hint of gunfire or car screeching off into the night. In fact the night might have been perfect... Just fuckin' peachy if it weren't for the feeling that the calm was somehow a precursor for something far worse.

It didn't take long for the silence to be shattered by the snapping of wood as an old garage door buckles outward and a small four door sedan of some kind skids off into the night. The entire thing only took a few seconds, and must have happened less than a block away from where Gwen stood.

It might have just been one of those many strange things that happened. The kinda fucked up shit that happens every night in CG if it weren't followed a few seconds later by the further splintering of wood as a young man clothed only in black came running out of the building holding a bloody hammer in one hand and a pair of pants in the other."You forgot your fuckin wallet asshole!"The familiar voice calls out into the night before growling to himself and looking around."I fuckin' hate this city..."He says before turning sharply and heading directly back into the building.

Simon could be found rooting through the garage within. He didn't seem to be paying much mind to the care of the tools within the garage. He simply appeared to be searching for something.

[Gwen Sullivan] "Simon."

The name is spoken from the hole in the garage door by a teenager that looked as average as imaginable, but recognizable by the steady gaze and typically bland expression worn on a symmetrical but plain face. Gwen Sullivan had her brown hair in a ponytail that stuck out the back of her red beanie, her face was void of make-up save for flecks of old mascara still stuck on her eyelashes, the twin crystal studs in her upper lip and left nostril gleamed in the faint light they could pick up. She wore a thick navy blue winter coat, blue jeans, and black winter boots, hands in her pocket and a crimson scarf at her throat.

What she was doing in the neighborhood was irrelevant. The fact that she saw and rapid-memorized the plates on the vehicle that drove away while Simon ran after it, armed with a hammer and pants, wasn't necessary to be pointed out at this time either. What mattered was that she'd found Simon in the middle of something and, with nothing else to do with the evening and some sense of curiosity underlined with a thin thread of concern, she approached the situation.

Regardless of whether he stopped rummaging and looked back to see who was speaking to him, Gwen pressed on in that same low, half-raspy tone of voice of hers. "What are you doing?"

[Simon Zahradnik] Simon rose his head a little and peeked over his shoulder but he was quick to recognize Gwen's voice. He gave a little smile before kneeling down and opening a couple of shelves filled to the brim with old magazines. He pulled one out and paused to examine the centerfold that came dropping out of the magazine. There was a glimmering look of enjoyment in those eyes... After all what young man can't take a few seconds out of his busy schedule to admire a beautiful woman. He quickly tossed the magazine over his shoulder, however, and laughed.

"We're at war... Or something."He says with a shrug before ripping the magazines out of the shelves to get at the boxes behind them. Using the hammer to make certain everything was ripped violently out of the shelf."Crack heads... Street trash... Assholes who think it's fun to wave guns around like they're fuckin' toys."He says before grabbing ahold of a small metal lockbox made of thin gauge sheet metal. He tosses it at Gwen."Get that open will you? There's tools all over the place."He says before grabbing ahold of the shelf and ripping it right out of the wall befor esmashing it against the wall.

"We're looking for names numbers and fucking addresses..."He says this with a snarl."One of ours is dead... They killed a Garou and I am goiing to find every last mother fucking one of them in this city and I am going to strangle them in their own intestines. I am going to bury them alive and piss on their fucking graves..."He says with a shrug of his shoulders."They make their money preying off the weak, and cowardly,and sick, and perverse... Follow the trail of blood and sooner or later it will lead you to their sorry asses. They're going to die if I have to physically rip every building in this city apart with my bare hands."He says with another snarl.

Apparently he was angry about something! Or maybe it had something to do with a recent conflict getting his blood boiling?

[Gwen Sullivan] Gwen caught the lockbox that was tossed to her, hands jerking out of her pockets (also in red gloves to match the rest of her winter accessories), fumbling the catch some but managing not to drop it by curling the item against her stomach and holding for a second until she was sure all momentum had ceased. She wrinkled her nose, red as her hat and gloves from exposure to the cold winter air, then stepped in through the hole in the garage door, tucked the box against her hip with one arm, and glanced around the garage full of scattered tools and other such things.

She found another hammer, and a screwdriver to boot, and set up shop several feet away from Simon. The box was put on the ground, the screwdriver on the lock, and the hammer was lined up with the butt of the screwdriver.

"You know," she said slowly, glancing to the side of Simon's head for a moment, studying it with those cool gray-green eyes. "Some how none of that sounds out of the ordinary."

The hammer steadied, and after a second of aiming she started hitting hammer to screwdriver, repeating this process until a result was achieved. When the lock was broken away, she opened and sifted through the box, taking a moment to tuck her nose into the inside of her wrist to try and warm it. "I've seen the graves, and the pole. It takes too long to count both. Deaths happen more than births around here."

[Simon Zahradnik] "I didn't know Night's Reprieve as well as I could have. He ran with other folks but that doesn't matter to me. He was a Theurge... The last one to die at the hands of dancers was a Kin. They attacked the other week two. You can bet they are gathering intel on us and using that shit against us. If we're gonna have a chance in hell to fight them we need faces and names. Find where they sleep and drag them out of their beds kicking and screaming. The last Garou they killed as a Theurge... Before that they killed a kin. This time they're dealing with a fuckin' Full Moon and I am gonna show these fuckers a little lesson on how to fight a war."

It wouldn't take long to get into the box. There was money inside, in fact quite a bit of money. Additionally there were some pictures taken of an unknown man in various sexual positions with an assortment of women. The kinda keepsakes a man who makes a point of "Spreading the love" might keep on hand.

Simon seems to have discovered a little personal planner as well. He was fumbling through it curiously with a little smile on his face."Bingo... Names and addresses."He says before looking at her."What did you get?"

Once one got past the violent part one might almost suspect the Full Moon was actually enjoying himself as the two of them tore apart someone's garage.

[Gwen Sullivan] She listened to what Simon said, how Sprials had taken the life of a Kin several weeks ago, and the last to go at their hands was the recent passing of Nights Reprieve, a Fenrir and a Theurge. She listened to what people said, whispers around The Brotherhood, the Winchester, the Bawn and Caern and Forest and Church... All places she went, where words caught her attention and words flagged as clues were spoken, she'd tune in and pay mind. This is how you became informed and how you kept up in a world as ever-changing as this one.

She looked at the money for quite a while, flipped through the bills to decide an approximate sum, then moved on to look through all the bills, some crumpled and some fresh and crisp, to find a couple of pictures, a solitary man with different women in each snapshot, all engaging in some form of sex.

He asked what she got, and she held up the pictures like a hand of cards. "A face."

[Simon Zahradnik] He looks at the money and smiles just a bit."Take that and... Get something with it."He says with a little smile, apparently more concerned at removing the resources of the enemy from their hands than actually keeping it for himself or anyone. The cash once counted out added up to about twelve hundred dollars. Certainly enough to do something fun with.

He looked at the pictures and laughed a little."Damn... Well I hope all his ladies won't be too upset when I finally get around to having a few words with him."He says this with an amused look on his face."You up for a hunt?"He asks her with a little grin.