Blood Sport

Blood Sport

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Where: South Central
When: May 06, 2013
What: Henry and his partner help a newvie getting her blood stolen.

Henry adjusts his belt as he exits Tacos El Gavilan. The blond officer squints into the afternoon sunlight, holding the door open with his foot as his partner follows behind him with a grunt and a smile. The dark-haired man with the warm grin slaps Henry on the shoulder. "What'd I tell you, huh? Best tacos in the city."
Henry smiles. "Best? I don't know about best. They were alright."
"Alright??" His partner scoffs and the two of them set off down the sunny sidewalk at a slow saunter. Henry's thumbs hook in his belt, while his partner gestures animatedly. "See, this is why I don't take you anywhere. You have absolutely NO TASTE!"

Henry adjusts his belt as he exits Tacos El Gavilan. The blond officer squints into the dimness of twilight, holding the door open with his foot as his partner follows behind him with a grunt and a smile. The dark-haired man with the warm grin slaps Henry on the shoulder. "What'd I tell you, huh? Best tacos in the city."
Henry smiles. "Best? I don't know about best. They were alright."
"Alright??" His partner scoffs and the two of them set off down the sidewalk lit by the purple glow of the sky and the flickering street lights at a slow saunter. Henry's thumbs hook in his belt, while his partner gestures animatedly. "See, this is why I don't take you anywhere. You have absolutely NO TASTE!"
The other pedestrians are filtering out, heading towards their own homes. Though the cops' night is just beginning.

A few young guys in baggy jerseys and shorts below their knees saunter past the cops, hooting in amusement at some joke or another. One of the guys, a skinny white dude with a buzz, shoves his buddy, talking about 'choice tits' and 'fine ass.' Just the usual down here — and probably even better than usual. The street lamps overhead are flickering a little, sputtering into some vague semblance of life.

Like every night in this part of town, they can hear shouting in the distance as a couple of people get into a row; but nothing seems suspicious. Not yet.

Henry glances over his shoulder after the kids as his partner continues to rhapsodize about the older cop's complete inability to discern foie gras from cow shit. He frowns briefly at their talk, but just gives his head a shake, looking off towards the sound of the shouting, frowning lightly.
"… henry? HENRY!" Henry's jerked out of his distraction to blink over to his partner, giving him a worried look.
"Hmmm? What?"
"Don't you 'what' me, I know that look." The partner nods towards the noise. "Wanna check it out?"
Henry glances off in that direction thoughtfully for a moment, before giving his partner a quiet nod, and the pair speed walk in that direction, as Henry's partner picks up right where he left off discussing the finer points of Henry's lack of culinary critique.
GAME: Nora fudges Fists with an outcome of 3 (Good) (-1 +1 +1 0)

As they approach the altercation, they find that it's a beat-up, rundown parking lot for an equally beat-up, rundown apartment complex. Between the few, junky cars that loiter in their spaces they can spy a small (possibly teenaged?) young woman fighting a larger, beefier guy. In one hand, he holds a handful of…something; the other is currently engaged in a sharp backhand across her face that sends her stumbling.

Still, she doesn't seem to be out yet: she shoots forward and slams a one-two fist into his stomach, snapping, "Give them back, you raging asshole!"

Of course, that's when he grabs her by the messy, semi-pigtailed hair and slams her against a car and setting its alarm off as she claws at his arm, trying to find a way to disengage his fingers from her scalp.

"Shit," the partner mutters when he and Henry come across the scene. Henry looks over his shoulder, frowning at the group in the parking lot.
"Stay out of it, Jason," Henry says quietly, as his partner winces when the girl is slammed up against the car, "She's a vamp. She's probably just playing with her food. You know, like a cat with a mouse."
"A cat with a… Are we watching the same fight?" Jason hisses back, though neither of the men take their eyes off the fight.
"We may just make it worse. Look, she'll probably heal up anything they can throw at her," Henry says, his tone low and dark.

Looks like Henry's on the same side as her accoster. As she bares her teeth — her fangs — at him in tearful frustration, he holds the stolen loot in front of her face: blood bags, from the local bank that sells them to vamps (totally legally, might I add!). "/Fucking/ newvie," he snarls, "want your food? You fucking monster scum, I ought to tie you to a car and watch you burn when the sun rises."

She grits her teeth, glaring at him. "Just give me back my fucking blood, you /fucking asshole/, before I jam your nuts so far up your body you'll be vomiting semen for a week!"

He laughs, and throws it on the ground, and as she jerks toward it to try and catch it, he yanks her back, smacking her head against the car again as she yelps in frustration.

"Okay, that's fucking IT!" Jason barks, loud enough for all to hear. After that outburst, Henry isn't stopping him, and both the cops advance grimly on the group, hands resting on the hilts of her guns. "Back off, asshole! Let her up, and let's see you get back inside before your curfew is up," the younger cop says with a sneer.
Henry moves a little to the side, getting a wider view and checking out Nora for injuries with that carefully practiced disinterest that cops in this part of town have. Especially the night time ones.
GAME: Nora fudges Discipline with an outcome of -3 (Terrible) (-1 0 -1 -1)
GAME: Nora fudges Fists with an outcome of 1 (Average) (-1 +1 0 -1)

The man lets her go a little rougher than he probably ought to, jostling her as she glares at him, hunkered against the car for the time being. Especially with the cops around, her tension has only heightened. As he backs away from her, hands up and grinning casually, he deliberately steps on each bag:

Splat. Splut.

"NO!!! GODDAMNIT!" she shouts as she lunges toward him and he laughs, fending off her attempts to beat the daylights out of him and ever increasing her raging frustration at the situation.
GAME: Henry fudges Might with an outcome of 1 (Average) (-1 0 -1 0)

"Woah woah woah, let's calm down now…" Henry says, stepping up behind Nora and trying to get a hold of her upper arms and pulling her back. "Jason, would you—"
WHACK! Jason has other plans, as he sucker punches the grinning asshole right in the side of the head, sending him toppling to the ground more out of surprise than pain. Henry sighs. "Fucking hell, Jase. You want to get written up again?"

Henry manages to get the diminutive girl in his grip, and though she jerks in a 'come at me bro' sort of fashion, she seems otherwise okay to just shake and smoulder for the time being. "That took /all the money I had/, you /demented, miserable fuckstick/!" she snaps, gritting her teeth. Of course, the guy is too busy fending off Jason to care: he lands in the pool of borrowed blood and scrambles up, wasting no time in darting before the cops can catch him.
Henry has reconnected.
Henry has partially disconnected.

Jason makes a mocking lurch at the guy before him and his crony bolt off, sighing and turning to Nora, anger in his eyes slowly getting tamped down with worry for her. "You alright? Fucking assholes, amirite?"
Henry lets her go, keeping quiet as he cranes his neck to look down at the blood seeping along the concrete. "Fucking hell…" he mutters.

The girl curls her fists tightly, her jaw setting hard against tears as she glares daggers at the deflated bags. Then she just kicks one and sends it tumbling. "I'm fine," she snaps, before she just runs a hand over her face, shoulders tensing a moment before a deep breath lets her reorient. Sorta. "I'm fine," she repeats, a little more calmly, though she's still obviously upset. "I'll just…I'll make it work." As she stares at the blood on the ground, she seems to be almost debating licking it up — though the thought doesn't seem to appetize her in the least.

Now, in the aftermath, they can see that she's not a teenager at all: just short and thin. The young woman, obviously of Asian descent, jams her fingers into her utterly unkempt hair, trying to tease it back to submission. "Sorry to get you involved. Thanks for that," she mutters, as she stoops to pick up the plastic bags.

Jason steps back, hand going into his hair and looking pretty awkwardly down at Nora. "Well… shit, sorry to… um… see that… No no, no apologies needed. It's our job to—"
He stops midsentence when he looks up to a few folded twenties getting jammed towards his face. He looks at them cross-eyed, then at Henry who's holding them out at him pointedly, trying very hard not to make eye contact. His expression is sour, and he edges away from them once Jason takes the money with a smile.
"Here, maybe this will help," he says, stopping one of Nora's hands as she reaches for the bag, to try and push the cash into it.

"Huh?" Nora stops briefly and then wrinkles her nose at the twenties. "Hey, I work an honest job! I can take care of myself! I don't need no friggin' charity!" She straightens, face red, staring at the money in indecision. After all, her options are to go hungry for another shift, go hunt down a willing person, hunt down a few dozen rats or squirrels — which is very hard at night!, or give in and go find an /un/willing person if all else fails. Somehow none of those seem appealing. Thus, she just stares at the bills, like a newly recovering alcoholic eyes a fresh bottle of whiskey.

Jason just steps back, hands up and grinning at Nora. "Hey, you do whatever you want with that money. Wipe your nose with it, for all I care. Just trying to help a girl out, y'know?"
"Jace, c'mon," Henry says from over by the screeching car, peering into the window. "Let's get going, we gotta get on our rounds."

Nora stares a while longer then snatches the bills from his hands, face red. "Fine, thanks," she mutters. She jams it into her pocket, pausing as she eyes Henry. "Thanks for the help, Coppers. Don't see too many who'll help the Fey." Finally, a brief and genuine smile flashes across her face as she brushes her hair behind her ears, before it's gone and replaced with a more sardonic grin. "Keep up the good work."

Henry glances up to Nora, nodding briefly and tugging his hat at her. "Glad to help," he mutters.
Jason, on the other hand, flashes a warm grin and a snappy salute before he struts off on the heels of his partner. "Stay safe!" he calls back to Nora as they head out of the parking lot.
"… well, that was pretty amazing," Jason says once they're out of earshot of Nora, nudging Henry in the ribs.
"Yeah. Vamp or no, two guys on a girl like that just isn't cool. Especially when it's a fucking hate crime…" Henry says, relaxing now that they're getting back into the groove, thumbs hooked in his belt.
"Naw man, I mean you giving up some cash. Is my bud's frozen heart finally starting to melt?" Jason asks in that annoying, cajoling tone he's so good at.
Henry just snorts… and body checks Jason into stumbling into a trash can, getting a yelp from the other man.

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