CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Forged Fury]

Cyril, in a remarkable show of responsibility and quick thinking, glided up to the pistol and kicked it away from the girl. "Hey, hey, hey, don't worry. You're nervous, you just broke into a church for some reason, and probably didn't expect running into a bunch of people. It's okay, we're all cool. Grits?"

OOC: Diplomacy [roll0]

 

[Rubberneck]

J.R. moves for the gun after its kicked away from the girl and picks it up, tucking it into the pockets of his pajama pants. Again he is topless. At this point he tucks his Glock into his waistband and hits the lights for the kitchen.

"Cmon T, might as well git chow cookin."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Esmeralda made no objection to the Derringer being kicked away or to J.R.'s picking it up. She niffled and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks." The girl accepted a bowl of grits from T-dawg, then asked for hot sauce.

Pale blue eyes shifted from Cyril to Feral to the others. "The church's supposed to be empty."

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral leaned against the wall in the kitchen, scowling, still not happy about being shot at, "Well, it isn't anymore."

 

[Rubberneck]

J.R. can't help but feel a ping of remorse for the girl.

"So hauscome yunz busting into an old church fer anyway?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Esmeralda eyeballed J.R. Her cropped auburn hair was stringy and unkept, and her face gaunt. Still, she could have been pretty if cleaned up and fed. Nothing, however, could make up for the open wounds where needle marks littered the backs of her hands and the left side of her neck--and those were just the areas that were uncovered and visible. "Gran used to talk about how the church had silver serving pieces they kept in the church." She didn't say any more after that.

After she finished her bowl of grits--liberally doused with Crystal hot sauce--Esmeralda stood up, then doubled over. She clutched at her stomach. "Bathroom, where's the bathroom?"

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral finally started to feel pity for the girl and guided her to the bathroom. He said through the door, "Look, I think maybe you should see a doctor. You don't look so good."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Marks watched Feral walk Esmeralda to the restroom. He frowned so hard his eyebrows damn near met in the middle of his forehead. Turning to T-dawg, Marks said, "What the hell? We're in the business of feeding strays now? Jesus. You fed her, she's your problem. And there were two of them? Where'd the other one go?"

 

[Rubberneck]

J.R. watches as Feral guides the girl to the restroom. He can't help but feel bad for the girl and a bit. He snaps back at Marks for the underhanded comment,

"looky Marks, she's in bad shape, wouttent be right fer us to turn her away, starving hooked on drugs. Hell we may have jest gave her her last mill. Show some remorse."

With that he follows after Feral to do what he can to help.

 

[gribble]

At Marks' rebuke, T-dawg starts shuffling on the spot and looking at his feet, he finally stammers out, "Sorry boss... but her and her friend broke in... I jus' figured it'd be better to treat 'em nice and send 'em on their way, rather than shoot 'em up and end up on the news or somethin' again... 'sides, as JR says... wouldn't be right to turn them away... at least I think that's what he said. Anyway, I was jus' tryin' to do the right thing... The other one... I guess he wasn't hungry... sorry boss... didn't mean to cause no trouble".

Dejectedly, T-dawg scoops the rest of the grits into bowls for anyone who is still hungry, and then turns away from Marks and busies himself cleaning up the kitchen.