[ closed / ongoing ]

[beta_lupo]

WHO: Jacob Black, Kevin Smith, Sharpay Vescovo, Emily Charlton
WHAT: You don't mess with a Monacello and get away with it, especially when he's on life support.
WHERE: Monacello to Vescovo territory.
WHEN: 170, evening.

Comments

[viciousnothing]

Kevin arrived - wearing a shirt, for once. God, he hated wearing shirts. Just didn't feel right. A regular, white, button up shirt. At least it didn't stick out.

Utterly silent, Kevin came up, hand in his pockets, eyes behind the pitch black sunglasses.

Good lord, Kevin was a pale man.

He turned his head towards the cars, then lifted up his hands, signing.

'Which one?' he asked.

Not that it mattered.

[beta_lupo]

More comfortable looking, Jake just smirked, and tilted his head, his eyes looking slightly more, well, yellow for a moment, and unless he just didn't have senses, Kevin had probably been overcome with the feeling of, Not those. Follow me. It was bizarrely playful. Rather like--

--a puppy.

[viciousnothing]

So, tell me more about who we're going to see, then.

It was odd, yes. But, then, so this family was guaranteed to be. This city in general, really.

As always. No use complaining.

Jake was enjoying this. That could be problematic, in the future. Would depend on seeing how he acted, further on.

[beta_lupo]

The packsense was open, now that Kevin had replied. Jake would have to warn him that anything he put out as a surface thought Jake would feel. So, to prove his point vicariously, he replied, Walk for car, and began walking, continuing with, We're seeing a girl in the Vescovo, daughter of the Don. Might not know, but she definitely knows other Vescovo, or could contact them. Or, best circumstance, could lead us to contact them. Also, I'm not enjoying this. Hunt endorphins. I'm a dog.