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Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Eve watched with satisfaction as the punch made it's mark on her as she bounced off the wall she made in the first place. She exhaled smoke from her nose as she watched Bianca take the hit. It was like serotonin, winning like this but it would be interrupted by the wolfpack as they rolled up and started shooting. The metaphorical shoulder-devil of hers was getting tired, lying on a pile of cigarettes as she chuffed out another blow of tobacco-mixed carbon.

"Don't know who you work for, why you're setting us up here for a fight. If you want to do some good, then help us take on these guys. Let's say you don't, if I'm still standing we'll finish this." Eve dropped her cigarette and crushed it beneath the heel of her boot. She couldn't trust everyone, especially a girl from way back when she decided to come to the exact spot they were at without consulting Auri. By the time Eve turned her attention to the Wolfpack who were executing a kid by that time!

"Jesus 'ah christ.." Eve gripped her brass knuckles pressing her fingers into them as they turned white from the tight circulation.

"Yo' - You fucking bitch! You think you can shoot a kid 'n get away with that shit! You're dead! Yeah, dead like your boy Skinner!" Eve spit to the side on the mention of old Joe Skinner.

"You think you can greenlight Weaver and nothing is going to happen?!" With a raise of her hands multiple pockets of obfuscate shades erupted around Eve and the parking lot to the max she could push it. Moving and closing, reopening as the distance was closed between herself, Stormy and his god damn fortress. The shadows while not bullet proof would prevent Eve from being instantly gunned down as she made her trek towards the pack. She'd be literally under the cover of darkness.

"Skinner died like a bitch, you're going to go down the same way. No teeth, no hope, no chance Maggie." Eve said angrily pointing at her behind the shields. "You're fucked, Shayton as my witness. No place for kid killers in Portwell, 'least while the Sycamore Tree Coven is still together!"

Eve didn't actually kill Joe Skinner, she had forgotten about him. Though things were escalating, fighting Bianca didn't make sense but if she was calling mercenaries or another gang to the scene the least she could do was stall them out.

Oh, and of course commit everyone from Sycamore into the fight. This was their battle now.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Posting in 3-7 hours! @AtomicEmperor, post soon! :)

@Estylwen

Beat you.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

"Oh right." Eve said eventually realizing who Bianca was, perhaps it was that 10 years had passed but she hadn't recognized the tourist. The photographer, the woman looked different to her. Alot had changed but if she bothered to show up for the reunion maybe this situation wouldn't be hella awkward. The fact she didn't means that she might have her own agenda, and third party interventions were never fun especially in St. Portwell.

"And I really wouldn't do that - it won't end well for you, and there's bigger problems to worry about than me." - 'Bianca'

Eve cracked her knuckles at the vague threat as she eyed up her position, unmoving and with her hand hidden maybe she had a gun? She didn't bother to answer any of her questions, infact this bitch had just showed up here. "Oh wurd'? Listen uh... Bitch.. Bianca or Bee. I'm going to see what type of weird pictures or videos you have on your phone. But first..."

Eve summoned a large shadow fist with its own pair of brass knuckles, perhaps ordinary copper and metal knuckles to the face could be negated by Bianca but Eve immediately and slime-ly launched a shadow version towards Bianca's person intent to push, crush or 'punch' the woman against the walls she made. It went racing for her in the little arena that she created, this was fun and way better than going to dairy queen.

Sucker Punch!

"..If you want a fight, let's dance. I'll show you how we get down upstate." Eve hiked up her jeans, she smiled, chaos bred the anarchy that she always desired. She'd get the phone, intact or not but a good old 'coven brawl' never hurt anybody? Right?

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Hider

Eve was a people watcher, when she wasn't in conflict she was watching for the next move. She watched as Alizee and Stormy went at it, as Sully helped this group of paranorms with his chalice aswell as this strange child who seemed to hover around the whole situation. Though there was someone whos stood out, a woman who looked like a tourist kicking around the crater that was left by whatever-the-fuck-it-was taking pictures and seeming disengaged from the whole situation. She inhaled toxic smoke exhaling it from her nose as she tapped her cigarette ashing off the part she just burned off. She seemed off, people who were exposed to this type of 'paranormality' usually freaked out at the sight of something so unnatural.

She either was oblivious, or she was a paranorm, had she seen this type of shit before maybe? This was dangerous, a silent actor in a group with stakes. This was a third party, Eve was willing to bet on it. She wasn't fast enough to stop the photo, or the email or text that followed but as Bianca came back towards the fray Eve was interdicted and put herself in between her and the group(s). With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a translucent circle-barrier around them two metres tall and two meters wide in circumference.

"Don't move, don't reach for shit or you're gonna end up St. Anne's Hospital. Who are you, why the fuck are you here, bitch?" She slipped on her knuckle dusters ready for a dance, because no one was going to let her work in peace.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

The bus ride wasn't fast enough, Eve almost felt like she missed it all. The crater creation tactics for the parking lot asphalt, to the hurling of women and destruction of the only strip club in Portwell. Stepping off the bus the night felt cold on Eve's skin as she reflected on everything that had just happened, it seemed like shit got out of hand quickly but this is the kind of chaos that she missed hell the type of shit she yearned for. She smiled as the bus doors closed behind her leaving her across the street from what appeared to be a confrontation in front of her.

Entering the parking lot of broken dreams it seems like two covens had met in the middle, who had thrown the first punch appeared unclear at the time. Eve prepped herself another lucky Grey Strike placing it in between her lips once again as she approached flanking off nearby Britney but off to the side of the groups as she took in the sights. Leon, Jazz-hands Ailzee and more, some randoms. She flicked the lighter a few times catching a good burn as she puffed smoke on her newly lit friend. The damned thing continued to ooze tobacco and hate as she looked over the Greenwood Coven practically defeated by a young maniac in the making.

"You guys need any help...?" She said to the Green-wooders, sucking down her cigarette as she took in the view, it looked like the two groups were about to go at it. Fun.

Don't Forget Me

The goons that outflanked Richard looked around and kept their heads on a swivel, staying on the alert and up and up. If any of them looked like they meant business it would have to be these guys guarding the rep. Richard looked around shooting off a shrug of his shoulders as he looked to the group of mercs. He licked the roof of his mouth as he decided how he would deal with them, what could be offered and what could he bargain. His inaction turned into a smile for the time being as he gave them all a once-over again.

His attention turned to Sunrise shooting her a quick smile. "Glad you asked, listen you've come to Godfrey for one reason or another. You look like important types, but so am I and that's why I think we'll get along so well. I'll give it to you straight, this time of year it's hard to get out of Fiction. The sandstorms tend to disable any vehicle that hit the outskirts, simply put there isn't enough shielding. I'll keep it short though, I have a mole problem and it's affecting my boys works in the field. Can't fight a war when you have a hole burning through your pants, listen. I know they're in the city, but it's hard for a corporate-fashionista like myself to find a mole. So, you help me I'll help you get out of Fiction."

Don't Forget Me

Apologies for the delay guys, I'm working on the post right now!

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Letting go of Brit it all went to hell so fast, butterflies flying and more people bursting in, the flower shop felt like a concert. Everyone was vying for the stage, and the spotlight but this hot and sweaty beam of light landed on two characters. Kali and Devola had their own challenges, plights, and obstacles to overcome. The group felt fragmented, more divided than it should be even when it felt like everyone should be together they were just further apart. As the wall of butterflies came from Auri's staff Eve took the chance to exit silently and quickly.

It was like a world ablaze, Devola had dropped off and everyone went their own way. This fight with the Father had barely begun, but it became clear that the next step was to hit up the strip club. So that's what she did, making her way to the bus stop she wanted for the St. Portwell Transit Service to roll by. A big red bus, a fun bus one that gave you a warm feeling in this port-tourist town. She stepped on, paying her fare with some dollar bills the doors closed and whisked her away. They would all find their way, how many would turn up in one piece was a different question.

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

@Estylwen Need a hand? (You should of met us at the flower shop!)

Recollections: Under The Sycamore Tree Part. 1

Hider

The votes had come in, and they didn't favor kicking out Kali. Eve sniffled a bit as the injuries on her face for the most part had healed up nicely. She kept her hands tight and on the ready around her hips as if she was ready to get down with anyone who would act a fool for her gun. It wasn't the outcome she had thought, but she couldn't give Kali a chance right now. She was willing to make some bets, but for the most part, the majority accepted him despite how strange and fucked up he might be, maybe that was the charm behind St. Portwell it was always accepting of the unique and delirious.

"I vote for him to be kicked out, but since it's a majority to keep him. I can't complain, tho' if I'm right, we get backstabbed in the end or something. You guys owe me a slice of the finest 'za from St. Porwell's Pies.. I take mine, pepperoni." She rubbed her nose, unholstering the Glock from her waistband. She ejected the mag, and pulled the slide back with a *chck* as the casing went flying. She caught it and topped up his mag. With a quick movement of her hand, she threw the mag towards Kali as some shadows along the shade of some of the shelf/line of flowers kicked it up towards Kali. It was flying at a good speed, but would he catch it?

She clicked a button, bringing the slide forward before tucking the empty Glock into Devola's pants. In the front preferably, leaving it hang out comically but allowing it to bond with its new holder. "Hold onto this, fur' Kali, Devola." She said at a lower whisper into his ear her hand along his back so she could reach the damned mafioso, almost like she was the warm little center. Eve was anything but warm, or little but for that moment she felt like she was in the centre. Centre stage, that was her as her hand slid back away to her sides as she distanced herself from Devola as the door opened.

Britney, queen checks king.

She was shocked, perhaps a bit astonished that she showed up. Fuck it, she began to move towards Britney almost like a bullet at mach speed. Wrapping her arms around the giant, she gave her a friendly hug maybe more of the more real hugs that she had given in recent times. She squeezed the life out of the giant.

"Hey.. Good to see you Brit." Looks like she had one friend in the Coven.

Checkmate.