2019.11.04: Tattoo Shop Horrors

Tattoo Shop Horrors
Brooke invites Remi and Corrine to meet the guys at the tattoo shop, and trouble comes bursting in.
IC Date	November 4th, 2019
Players	Brooke ST, Corrine, Remi
Location	Downtown
Spheres	Gaian, Garou

The city is bustling these days. Moreso on the North end of Downtown as new businesses come in, and old buildings are being either torn down to make way for new construction, or remodeled for whatever millenials new project. Some end before they really begin, but others look very promising.

Just outside one of the newer warehouses turned front door business, Brooke waits for Remi and Corrine to show up. She wants to have them come check out the place and meet the kinfolk she has brought down from San Jose. The tattoo shop is just about ready to open, with the signage just going up today, and some guy applying the logo for it on the front windows with some spray paint system.

Remi arrives shortly there after with a duffle slung over shoulder.. Cause you never know. Never. But Remi is also giving the sales pitch to Corrine. In the Remi way. Which is flatly stating "It's just me, Burt and Elliot now. You should join up. The drunks gone. I've got spare bedrooms."

Well there is Corrine at least, in her battered clothes, and with a bag of Reddenbacher popcorn she is half eating, half spilling on the ground. Much to the delight of the rat seemingly following her. Or the popcorn trail. Her brows raise a little. "Wait, who was the drunk? I thought I was the drunk. And I was getting an offer from one of the Metis. Good folk, if you know, a bit retarded, but then again I don't know why we judge them, he got to choose that as much as I got to choose my caste." A pause, and her finger comes up, spilling half her popcorn bag. Rat heaven. "Now who we should be blaming is his parents who knew better. I mean how the fuck are you so kinky you are into super incest, but not so kinky that you can't figure out anal."

Brooke waits there for the two, hearing the conversation. "Remind me to have various nooks setup in the Arcology for rats, cockroaches, chickens,... that sort of thing." More of a mental note is made. "It is good to see you out and about. Come on in, I want you to meet the guys." She gestures for them to come inside where a couple of decent sized men are. They are moving around boxes, and their full arm tats are showing. "Hey guys! I want you to meet a couple of my friends."

The guys sit down their boxes and come over.

Brooke introduces them. "This is Mark and this is Kyle. Both related to others I knew in San Jose area."

Mark says, "Hey! Once we are setup, would love to help you with any tats or whatever you may need. We can even do makeup with the air brush, in case you need just a different look temporarily." Artists, at their best.

Remi waves at the two guys "Hey, I'm Remi, I'm from over in Menlo till I moved down here." also being a Bay Area relocator. Remi nods at the offer with a grin before glancing at Corrine "Not as drunk as the Oirish." Remi grumbles something about too many of them in town before taking a moment to look over the place.

"Oh man, what you do is...." Corrine gives a wave to the folks, and a nod, but she is already distracted. "So no shit, there I was, bit northwest of boston, with a Theurge biddy of mine called Seeks-The-Wind, who had just heard that the Fianna had pissed the shit out of the local Caern totem. Something about pissing on the shrine."

Brooke laughs! "I've heard that story before, but it was Jes at his Rite of Passage right onto Stag. No shit." Totally true as well. That guy pees on everything. "So hey, I wanted you guys to see the place, meet the guys, so that when they come around or if you hear of anyone interested in their business, to send them this way. I'm hoping to offer up some of the private rooms here for tats to be done and piercings, that involve special treatments - like rites or whatever."

At that moment, there is the sound of two cars crashing, and then the beep beep beep of the horn going off.

Remi just gives a shake of the head to Corrine "Can't see how that would possibly piss of a Sept." before nodding to Brooke. "That seems reasonable. I can direct people this way." Remi turns at the sound of the crash and moves towards the door to look outside as that sounded pretty close.

"Oh spirit was not pleased with his shrine pissed on." Corrine just keeps going, her back arching, bending way far backwards rather than turning as the crash happens to see if she can see it. "What pissed off the /sept/ was the spirit telling Seeks. Then me and her getting a fucking delivery truck full of O'douls' and dumping the Fianna's Sam Adams and filling the bottles back up with it for their next moot."

Brooke looks to the guys when she hears the crash.

One of them moves over to the window and looks out. The guy that was spray painting the logo on the window is just gawking at the crash. People are coming out of buildings and going over to the sound of the horn. Eyes are focused there for the moment.

The door to the shop pushes open, and a buffed out steroid looking like dude is standing there, his head almost touching the top of the doorframe. Veins popping out on his arms, there is a cut above his eye that is starting to close. "Yo! I need a tat right now." HE slams the door so hard into the wall it leaves a mark. Sweat dripping off of him, he stinks. For those looking at that cut, something does not seem right about the ooze around it.

Remi makes a face and looks back at the kin then back to the guy coming in "Bro, not open yet. We're still in setup. You wanna card to come back when we're ready?" vaguely intercepting the guy and standing between him and the rest.

Corrine blinks once, her nostrils flaring a bit as she takes a wiff of the air. Letting Remi step into this one, she is after all, the punchy one.

Brooke eyes the guy, this does not seem right. "Got to give them time to finish setting up. I'm sure there will be a grand opening announced. Are you ok? Need some water or something. You were not in that car accident where you?" She moves over toward where there is a mini fridge to see about a bottle for the guy. Maybe cool him off.

At that, the guy rages! "I NEED A FUCKING TAT RIGHT NOW! COVER OVER THIS SHITTY ONE! FUCK!" He literally RAARS and turns and punches a hole into the wall. It crumbles around his fist dropping gypsum on the floor. As he pulls out his hand, it is obvious he hit into some metal as well, and now there is green blood oozing from around it. "FUCK GET ME A TOWEL TO WIPE THIS OFF! I NEED THAT TAT BEFORE I GET ID'D!"

Remi looks at the hole in the wall, the green gunk, then nods at the guy "Bro, yeah, let me take care of it. Come right this way. We'll cover that right up. Get you fixed up. I've got my tat kit in my bag." as Remi starts trying to herd the guy away from the kin, and towards the back away from what is likely going to be emergency services ariving soon.

Corrine gives just a small nod, eyes watching. She jerks a thumb to the side, slightly out of sight, towards the door. She will watch it. Remi can handle herself, or so she thinks, and she will keep others away.

Brooke looks at that hand and sees what she sees. Yeah. Obvious what this guy is. "I've got the front here. Use the room right back there. It should be all setup and they know what they are doing." Her eyes move to Mark and Kyle and they step back. They know when to back off and when to let others handle this sort of thing. They are no slouches, but they've been warned and heard the stories themselves.

"ABOUT FUCKING TIME! HOW THEY HELL TO YOU OPERATE A BUSINESS... FUCK!" The lug of a man stomps toward the back where mentioned.

Brooke has a bottle of water in her hand, and she still offers it to the guy as he passes. Keeping up the ruse for the moment, so the kinfolk can be kept safe while the Garou take care of business.

The guy grabs the bottle roughly from Brooke. "WHAT NO PERRIER?" Oh yeah, he's an asshole. Green ooze drops from his hand, and drips onto the floor as he walks. He practically rips the door off the hinges to get inside, but it hangs on. He enters in and flops onto a chair in there.

"Lemme grab my needle gun." as Remi checks the bag. Loud. Louder. Loudest. Yeah.. With the activity outside most of Remi's equipment would be SUPER LOUD.. So Remi, while the guy isn't paying attention shifts muscles around growing slightly towards Remi's version of Glabro. So Remi looks around and goes grabbing one of the electric cord for a lamp and pulls it from the wall before coiling it around the hands in a makeshift garrotte coil and aproaches the guy from behind.

Corrine for her part, tries to be distracting. Hey, she at least has the chest for it. Anything to help Remi out a bit in getting this done and over quickly and quietly. She even bends forwards some.

The guy opens the water bottle, literally ripping the top off and guzzles it down, and then dumps the rest on his head before tossing it toward the other end of the room.

Remi loops the cord around the mans neck and twists it tight beginning to put more weight onto it in an attempt to relatively quietly choke him out. Working to twist it tighter and tighter.

The man reaches for his throat not able to really get purchase on anything. "Wha..blehbleasraar!!! Wha..." He spurts unable to get the words out. His feet raise off the ground, but he's not out of the chair just stomping like a mad person. More of that oozing blood flings around, hitting the floor, the chair, the wall.

"Isn't that a pokemon?" Corrine notes as the dude lets out what sounds to her like bulbasaur. She gives another look to the door, making sure Brooke is covering it before she starts in a bit, looking to Remi. She won't intervene if Remi says she's got it, but she wants to be close just in case you know, she doesn't.

Remi continues to twist with inhuman strength. Pulling till bones creek and saws back and forth trying to get the cord deeper in to shut down breathing entirely. Remi nods to Corrine grunting "If you wanna hit him go for it. Speed it up."

The guy sputters and coughs. Something more than blood is coming out of his throat and is stinks. And bad.. really bad. Something that makes garbage smell tolerable. Even rotting food. His face is changing color from red to little streaks of purple as he loses oxygen. His arms flailing - his legs moving but not as vigorously.

"Hey, it is your kill, don't want to take away your glory." Corrine notes, hand moving to slip her flask from her pocket, twirling it open to take a swig. She picks up the discarded water bottle, nodding as she dumps a good bit of her flask into it before tearing a bit of her shirt off to stuff in the top of the bottle. "Look, you just tell me when you are ready to jump. I ain't a fan of that smell."

"Quieter. Too many witnesses too close. Need to invest in a silenced weapon." Is it glorious? Eh. Is it veil friendly and quiet? Yeah. That's Remi's major concern. To quietly do this guy in without attracting the police or ambulance attention that likely is handling the car crash outside.

Corrine is relatively certain this guy was the car crash outside. She looks to her bottle, then she looks around. This place was made out of concrete right?

The guy is swaying.. swaying... the sputtering has turned into drool and he's losing it... His arms try to move, but the hold still on him he's out of oxygen. His face is going from purple to blue and there...he..GOES! He slumps in the seat. Arms at his sides, blood still dripping from his hand into a little puddle on the floor.

Remi holds on for a bit longer to make sure the job is done and it isn't just unconciousness he's reached. "We'll have to cleanse the place. I can call my people for disposal." Because of course Remi has a John Wick style clean up team. "We'll check his ID cause guy didn't just taint himself.. Probably."

Corrine just point to her bottle. She looks to Remi, she looks back to the bottle, she looks back to Remi.

Brooke has been monitoring from the outside. She peeks her head in and says, "Looks like you guys subdued him. The guys got out of here and left the keys with me. The emergency vehicles are just about to leave. Tow trucks have got the cars. Should be clear here soon." She steps in further, keeping the door more shut just in case anyone is looking in. "Should be able to take him out the back." She sees Corrine's bottle. "If you want to use that - perhaps get him in the dumpster back there? It's a closed area. Then we can replace the dumpster." But really - just getting him out and getting cleansing done is best now.

Remi nods to Brooke and then to Corrine "Dumpster fire it is." as she knots off the cord and begins to move the corpse trying to avoid leaving a trail or making more of a mess. There's probably going to be 3 cleansings which Remi can help with. She'll check him for ID before he gets dumpstered so they can do some back checking to see where he encountered so much taint.

Corrine follows along whistling. She checks a half broken casio on her wrist, nodding once. This was a new record it seems for anything involving Garou to turn into a dumpster fire. Then she shrugs and tosses the bottle in with a FWOOSH. Taking her flask back out to have a swig before she moseys on back to Brooke and the others. "Well what are the odds of that?"

Brooke helped with the doors, and once the body was in and fire was lit, she pulls out her phone. "The odds? In this city? A bit too high. Which is why we got to work on clearing this area more." She taps out a message. "Alright, I let the guys know it is handled. Collateral Damage, you mentioned you have a crew for this? We should get the cleansing done soon. I can call in some people to fix the wall and door - unless your guys can do that?"

Remi grins "Drywallers, carpeters, painters. They'll dig slugs out of walls. Full team for making it look like an Ahroun with an automatic weapon didn't tear through a place." as Remi sends off a text activating the kinfolk cleanup team with an address. "We can do the cleansing while their van gets here."

Corrine just sort of nods while Glasswalkers talk money. Her nose does crinkle a little, and she looks around, nervous. "Shit still gives me the heebie jeebies. Alright, lets get this place not smelling like... it does now." Brooke nods. "Fabulous. People I usually call are so busy with working on things around the Tech Haven, prepping other things I hate to call them off. That sounds great." She puts her hand behind her back and summons her bag.

The trio go through and perform the Rite of Cleansing around, making sure the taint is gone and leaving open the back doors. Before long they are done, and the van arrives and kinfolk get to work cleaning up. Within a few hours, you wouldn't know that anything happened here. Garbage truck comes, and off the dumpster goes. A new one appears by morning. All is good here - the Veil and Kinfolk protected, but the mystery still remains. Who the fuck was that guy and where did his taint come from? Find out on the the next installment of 'Tattoo Shop Horrors'