Scream it Out Loud! (Anyone!!!!)

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC: Spring Nicht might help set the mood.



There she sat, wordlessly.

Waiting.

Outside of the grocery store parking lot.

Our young friend had her legs hugged close to her little frame, blue eyes bleakly looking to the right.

The street lights above let out a small hum before flickering on. Casting a dull yellow light upon the ground.

Bare shoulders suddenly turning a tint of yellow under the large street light.

Strands of pale hair fell into her face, blocking the scrutiny of her view.

Those once beautiful pink strands of hair were tossed about, and a pale hue of blond. The pink was almost washed out now, only a tint of pink could be seen in some strands of hair.

Hidden beneath that veil of bleached blonde mess were bright blue eyes.

Oddly enough, undecorated by any sort of makeup.

Odd indeed.

She wore a pair of baggy black jean shorts, cut off at the knees, ragged and frayed. Pink vans were worm about her feet, and a pale white tank top hung from her frame.

Legs were outspread, her back pressed against the metal base of the lamp post.

Her arms hung loosely at her sides, palms upwards towards the sky.

The moon was high in the sky, not a cloud nor star in the sky. It was one of those dark, dreary nights where it looks like the sky might swallow you up whole.

Maybe that’s what she was waiting for.

For the darkness of the sky to gobble her up.


In one gulp.

[Keith]

OOC: Might as well jump into the fray. ^_^

What the fuck was Keith doing at this time of night? Especially out in front of a grocery store? Keith took up a volunteer job posting fliers supporting immigrant rights and amnesty for all "illegal" immigrants.

But truth be told, we are all immigrants. The Native Americans emigrated from Asia a long time ago on a land bridge over the Bering Strait. We all have our roots in many different parts of the world, yet there are people who tend to overlook that.

At this moment, there were plenty of marches wanting amnesty for all immigrants. Basically have the government just go ahead and grant amnesty. Currently, it seems that "immigration" might be one of the hot topics for the 2008 elections.

Keith was wearing a pair of faded blue denim jeans, black work boots, and a tucked in black t-shirt. Red lensed shades covered Keith's eyes since he didn't feel like revealing them to anybody. His long black hair was tied back into a ponytail. He really needed to get his hair cut.

But Keith was laying low which was why he grew his hair out. Then again, there hasn't been an Asian with the last name of "Lucifer" before.

He posted a few flyers on the windows of the grocery store. The flyers were to support immigrant rights. After posting a few flyers, Keith walked towards the parking lot and placed flyers on the windshields of several parked cars. He even placed a flyer on a parked police car.

Just to piss off some people, Keith placed a few flyers on the windshield of a car with the Bush-Cheney sticker on it. Keith thought Bush was a total dumbass and that Cheney was the Devil incarnate. He wouldn't want to be in the same room with Dick Cheney in fear of getting shot in the face.

After posting a few flyers on the cars, he started posting flyers on the lamp posts. He didn't notice the girl near one of the lamp posts. However, Keith was heading in that direction posting more flyers on more lamp posts.

[Jenna Scorn]

She heard the shuffling of feet, shoe bottoms scraping against the cement. Head lifted, blue eyes gently peering out through her curtain of bleach blond hair.


Mmmmm....

Slowly watching him, letting those glittering gems fallow his movements as he'd plaster the papers upon walls, lamps and cars.

Peering to catch a glance of what the papers were all about.

Immigrants?

Seriously?



Jenna had nothing against immigrants, granted she was technically one herself.

Sorta.

Her body shifted, straightening against the light post as she brought her knees in, tucking them in close to her body as she stood now.

She swayed for a moment, lips curling into a malicious grin as her arms reached out quickly to grasp the base of the lamp post.

"Hahahaaaaaa....."

If he'd come anywhere near her, the slight smell of Saki could be smelt upon her breath, even lingering close to her body.

[Keith]

"Hahahaaaaaa....."

Eh?

Keith turned to see a girl by one of the lamp posts. Something was definitely up with her. At this time of night, why would a girl be out in an area like this? It was highly dangerous let alone very retarded.

Spike from Buffy/Angel had the right idea when he rescued this girl from another vampire. Keith liked how Spike mocked her for being in an alley late at night. He basically called the girl a retard and saying he should kill her himself. Spike definitely handled that one well.

Keith proceeded to take flyers on the next lamp post. He proceeded to go from one lamp post to another lamp post. As he got closer to the girl, Keith would continue posting flyers on nearby cars and such.

He even taped a few flyers on a few bums that were sleeping nearby.

Keith then turned to the girl. With his English accent, Keith would ask, "isn't it a bit dangerous for you to be out here this late at night?"

[Jenna Scorn]

She watched him, eyes falling to the side.Watching him closely as he went on his business, pasting the papers upon buildings, cars, and even people.


"isn't it a bit dangerous for you to be out here this late at night?"

Slouched against the lamp post, she'd press away from it.
One hand placed firmly against the post.

"....Maybe..."

Tossing her head back, letting strands of hair fall to the side.

"Just Maaaaaaaaaybeeeeeee."

Blue orbs looked directly at him, her lips curling into that same grin.

Her free hand would rise, her index finger running along her lower lip.

"Isn't it a bit dangerous for you to be out here this late at night?"

She repeated after him.

eying him closely.

"So, got any beer?"

[Keith]

"....Maybe..."

"Just Maaaaaaaaaybeeeeeee."

Keith adjusted his blade shades a bit. Something definitely wasn't right with this girl tonight. He paid close attention as the girl slouched pressing one hand against the lamp post. Keith could smell alcohol on her breath, it was faint, but it was there.

Great, she's been drinking...

He hated dealing with people that were drunk. It was no picnic at all. And Keith loved his picnics. The Asian calmly stared into the girl's eyes.

"Isn't it a bit dangerous for you to be out here this late at night?"

Keith was silent.

"So, got any beer?"

Actually, Keith had a few cases of beer in the trunk of an SUV that he borrowed to go out canvassing. But Keith didn't like beer. Why would Keith have beer in the trunk of the vehicle in the first place?

Ah, there was something on combatting voter apathy in various subjects. Since this was volunteer work, it be hard to find other volunteers.

This was Keith's "volunteer beer" or "recruitment beer." He cleared his throat before answering the girl's question.

"Um, sorry, I don't have any beer."

Keith wasn't going to give up his recruitment beer. Chances are in her intoxicated state, the girl didn't know the meaning of recruitment beer. But a big maybe if she was sober.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Um, sorry, I don't have any beer."

She grit her teeth, a few strands of hair falling into her face as she took a step back from the lamp post. She swayed for a moment, but it only took a second for Calamity to regain her balance before tossing her head to the side.

Strands of hair flew from her face as she looked at him, those lips forming into another small grin. Blue eyes focussed on him, as much as they could. Her vision was slightly blurred, and she cursed to herself as she raised her right hand.

Fingers fell into her pink strands of hair, pushing them out of her view as she began to take a few wobbly placed steps against the cement.

"No beer?"

A small laugh as she took more steps towards him.

"Well then, I don't need you..."

Now, she was passing him, letting her feet carry her.

"I'll be seeing yo-"

She paused, eyes grew wide, hands clutching her stomach now.

She'd fall to her knees slowly, opening her mouth and vomitting upon the parking lot cement.

Shiiiiiiiiiiit.

[Keith]

"Well then, I don't need you..."

It looked like this girl definitely had way too much to drink tonight. And Keith wasn't going to offer her his "recruitment" beer. That beer was going to be used to recruit volunteers.

"Well then, I don't need you..."

Keith watched as the girl was slowly walking away from him. Then suddenly, she stopped only to hunch over and puke all over the parking lot. He quickly stepped back a few steps to avoid her barf from touching his shoes.

Watching someone puke wasn't a pretty sight at all. This girl was in no condition to be in this parking lot let alone go out drinking and such. Being the good samaritan, Keith decided that he should intervene.

"C'mon, let's take you home... Lord knows how much you've had to drink tonight," Keith said with a sigh. "As soon as you're done puking..."

[Jenna Scorn]

She coughed for a second.

Now, gasping for air through her mouth.
Mouth opening as she breathed.
Eyes looking wildly through strands of dull hair.

I feel so...icky.

"Ehhhhh...."

Her body ached, and she'd let out that small groan.


"C'mon, let's take you home... Lord knows how much you've had to drink tonight,"

HOME!
Fuck that.

She grit her teeth as she slowly let her body rise. Her back would stiffen, arm shooting out quickly to hold her balance against a near by car. Her free hand would rise, the back of her hand wiping at her jaw.

"No... I'm fine."

Finally letting her back rest against the car, trying to catch her breath for a moment.

[Keith]

"No... I'm fine."

Behind those shades, Keith would raise an eyebrow. This was a very strange encounter. He watched cafefully as the girl helped herself up to her feet and resting against a nearby car and then wipe the remnants of the puke with her hand. She needed to get plenty of rest that was for sure.

This wasn't good to vomit because you lose vital fluids that way leaving you in a tired and weakened state. In this girl's case, she could get jumped and not do anything about it. Keith couldn't have that on his conscience letting something like that happen. He would have to intervene.

Seemed that she didn't want to go home. Perhaps Keith could check her into a hotel for the night. Security was usually time in the 3-4 Start Hotels and Keith knew quite a few of those places and did business with some of the managers. But it was up to the girl.

Keith cleared his throat.

"You don't look it, miss," Keith replied back. He added, "you're intoxicated and you just puked. And puking causes you to lose vital fluids leaving your body in a weakened state. And you can't just stay in this area... Nor are you in any physical condition to move on your own on foot to any other area."

[Jenna Scorn]

Rested.
Resting against the car.
Breathing int he sweet air.
Peaceful.
Almost.


"You don't look it, miss,"

Eyes snapped open, circling in Keiths direction.


"you're intoxicated and you just puked. And puking causes you to lose vital fluids leaving your body in a weakened state. And you can't just stay in this area... Nor are you in any physical condition to move on your own on foot to any other area."

"Nande kuso?"

He didn't have any beer.
So why was he still around?
The young asian was just staring at him, lips curled up with a look of disgust.

Honestly, she was drunk.
And not thinking very clear.

So now as she staggered towards him, her arms limp at her sides as she took a few steps towards him. Letting out a small whisper from her lips.



"Bakayaro..."

[Keith]

"Bakayaro..."

Keith knew what that meant. Thought it wasn't a very nice thing to come out of her mouth. But she was drunk. When people are drunk, people can say the damndest things. This was an example of one of those things. He was pretty calm and collected of the matter.

With a sigh, Keith stretched his arms out a bit and readjusted his black shades.

The car was nearby. Hopefully Keith could get this girl to head in his direction and he could take her back to where she lives. She shouldn't be here at this time of night and in her current intoxicated state.

"C'mon, let's get you home... You've had way too much to drink tonight... I have my recruitment beer. But I can't share it with you, though."

[Jenna Scorn]

She stopped a few feet before him.

"C'mon, let's get you home... You've had way too much to drink tonight... I have my recruitment beer. But I can't share it with you, though."



Dazed, almost stumbled to the right but recovered. Strands of hair falling in her face as those eyes fell on him.

"Fuck. That."

Still.
For a moment.
And now flying at him, rather lunging.

Hands outreached as if she was a giant cat.
Ready to gut him and eat him for breakfast as those fingers tingled to wrap around his neck.

[Keith]

"Fuck. That."

With that, it seemed the girl was going to attack him. Damn, did she want beer that badly? It would seem that way with the course of action she was taking. Keith saw that she lunged at him with both hands like a ferocious cat.

Keith didn't need to hit her to win this fight. As she came at him, Keith would calmly move to his left and bring out his right foot and put it in the way of her legs. The result should be that the girl would possibly trip and possibly stagger let alone fall to the ground.

It was best to handle this with physical diplomacy. Meaning, let her attack and Keith would counter-attack by simple means.

[Jenna Scorn]

His movement to the left was seen, but her body just couldn't understand at the moment. His leg came out, and she'd stumble over it, almost falling to the ground but catching herself.

"Ehhhh...."

Heart pounded against her chest, blurred vision tried to focus on him as she narrowed her eyes upon him. Blowing a few strands of hair from her face as she stared at him.

Now, charging at him again, blindly of course.



Right arm arching back, trying to send a fist in his direction as she thundered towards him.