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At the park, after dark...Three Brothers lounge

[ooc note: This begins at sundown set up for a specific interation, so there are no daytime conversations if you decide to drop by...just bear in mind the time of day...or night, as it were.]

lj-cut to save space...

Things seemed to work a bit differently in this new place. Not so much that they felt out of their element, but enough that it was taking them time to get their feet back under them.

Money, after only a week, hadn’t been too bad. Jacking a couple of people, selling things they had ‘acquired’ at a place called a ‘pawn shop’, even a bit of what these inhabitants considered legal transactions, kept them good.

Where they were holed up wasn’t too bad either. Had running water and electricity, so they had lights to work on their bikes and other business. But being on the outskirts of town wasn’t exactly conducive to excitement and when Loz started to pace the floorboards, Kadaj took them into town. Sitting at the fountain and looking at the people beat sitting at home and looking at each other.

As the sun set, the boys pulled up, their bikes all lined up and ready to roll should the need arise, they lounged around the fountain, one of their favorite places to hang.

“Hey, Kadaj, maybe we can swing by the Bada Bing later?” Loz asked as he stared up at the sky.

Yazoo tilted his head to lean over Loz and smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re in love.”

With a snarl, Loz batted at Yazoo’s hair hanging in his face. “No, idiot, but she was good.”

“She was breathing, you mean.”

They both watched Kadaj shift on the ground and Loz ~tsked~, not bothering to respond.

Unable to get a rise out of Loz, Yazoo shrugged. “It’s my turn, anyway.”

“This conversation is boring me,” Kadaj said quietly.

…which effectively closed that topic for good and they continued to sit and watch the people go by.

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After a while a figure walked up. He was pale, with dark hair, and wore black on black on black, right down to the leather coat that hung nicely off his shoulders and fell down to his thighs.

His hands were in his pockets. His demeanor was that of quiet curiosity.

"So," Angelus said, "you would be the new boys in town."

All three saw the man, watched his approach. The way he moved wasn’t like the others. It was subtle, different.

Kadaj looked up through his bangs and shrugged. One hand opened and he waved in a gesture. Shifting, Yazoo and Loz all got more comfortable to greet the new guy, lounging…but not.

“We’re new, but what can be done about it?” he asked idly. “We all have to be new, at least once. Right, old man?”

"True enough," Angelus looked at all three of them. They looked close to human, but his senses told him they were not. What they were, though, remained to be seen. "You're the ones who trashed Spike's place?"

“His place was already trashed before we got there.” Loz chuckled and leaned back. “We might have helped…some.”

“We just wanted a drink,” Yazoo chimed in, his head tilting to give the man a long look over. “And interrupted his cleaning.”

"Tried to hurt him," Angelus pointed out, as though helpfully filling in a part of the story that just hadn't gotten around to mentioning yet.

Kadaj's eyes narrowed and he rose to his feet. "If we had tried to hurt him," he shrugged and started a wide circle around Angelus, "he wouldn't still be walking." Stopping, Kadaj leaned in and spread his hands. "Just a little fun."

Angelus stayed right where he was, not even bothering to turn his head or move his eyes to fallow Kadaj. His demeanor was that of someone who could've been talking about the weather. "See, that's almost disappointing. Somebody hurts Spike and I'm just as likely to kiss 'em as kill 'em."

"Well, we can't please everyone." Kadaj dropped his hands and continued to circle. "Even if we were interested in doing that."

Back around front, Kadaj smiled. "But you're not here to yell at us for fucking up."

"Smart boy... assuming you are a boy," Angelus narrowed his eyes at him. "What are you guys, anyway?"

"Lost," Yazoo said, his body relaxing back to lie down along the lip of the fountain.

Kadaj looked at Yazoo and laughed at his answer. "Children of our Mother," he said.

"Hey, you'd be amazed how many folks around here couldn't even swear to that much," Angelus gave a rare quirk of the corner of his mouth to indicate their joke had met with his approval. "So what do you Lost Boys like to do?"

"We like to play." Kadaj smiled at Angelus and went back to sit with his brothers. "But not everyone can play our games. Loz likes it rough." He waved at the huge motorcycles not seen on this plane of existance. "And we tinker with things."

"Nothing wrong with liking it rough," Angelus stepped forward to get a better look at the bikes. "Nice. You make those?"

Loz stood to follow Angelus to the bikes, an arrogant cant to his walk. He liked this guy. “Basic design available, modified by us.”

He lifted his left hand to show Angelus Dual Hound, a nasty weapon relying on force and electricity to deal nasty damage in a fight, strapped to his forearm. The mechanism released and a piece flipped to fit into his palm, the soft sound of electrical charging. “We seem to have a gift for it.”

Laughing, Yazoo sat up to face the men. “Not so much a gift but necessity, I think, Loz.” He looked at Angelus and shrugged. “He likes to feel self important.”

"Feeling yourself is important," Angelus said, giving Yazoo a grin. "Especially when you lack for an alternative. How do you boys handle the law?"

Loz glared as Yazoo dissolved into peals of laughter. Mainly because he didn't get the joke and it pissed him off that Yazoo did.

"Do they have that in this town?" Kadaj's grin developed sharp edges. "Because we usually have problems following the rules...unless they are ours."

"Little bit," Angelus said. "Nothing I've found hard to deal with but it can depend upon the man. I'd hate to think you boys were the type to turn squealers when you've got the arm of the law facing you down."

Kadaj walked up to stand close to Angelus. He leaned forward and opened his eyes wide. "Squealers?" He backed away and held up his hands. "No one's taken us down yet and those that tried..." he dropped his arms and whirled away.

"Killed 'em?" Angelus asked, hopefully.

"They're gone," Kadaj replied, one shoulder lifting in a shrug. "People in my way...aren't for long."

"That's the kind of can-do attitude that I can appreciate in the younger generation," Angelus said. "What do you boys hope to do while you're in town?"

"Play," Kadaj said. "We need currency this place uses," he turned to look at Angelus. "So we do things that are...uselful."

"Things like helping little old ladies across the street?" Angelus asked. "Or things like hobbies I can approve of?"

"That you approve of?" Loz walked up behind Angelus.

Yazoo stood as well and strolled over. "What kinds of things?"

Kadaj's lips curled slightly. "That must mean you have something in mind, old man."

"I've got many things on my mind, boys," Angelus said. "It's amazing I remember how to walk and snap necks at the same time.

"Still," he shrugged. "My needs are simple. Blood. Death. Chaos. A nice ballet performance once in a while wouldn't go unappreciated, but I've stopped pretending to hold my breath for culture in this town."

Kadaj’s gaze rested, not on Angelus, but on his brothers and the silence stretched out. He wheeled away and headed for his bike, fingers grazing down the sleek frame. There was no expression on his face as he was lost in thoughts.

Plans. All the plans he had were laid to waste for the moment. At least until they could return to where they came from…if they could.

But they still had Mother. Kadaj just needed time.

His brothers would follow him, this much he knew. He still had to consider them in the deal. Not facing Angelus, he spoke over his shoulder. “We’ve lived with blood, death and chaos. Ballet doesn’t sound so fun."

"I won't buy you season tickets then," Angelus said. "How good are you on following instructions? If you're the kind of guys who like to improv I'm cool with that, but tell me now so I don't give you the jobs that need a specific touch."

"If the directions make sense, we can follow them." Kadaj leaned against his bike.

Yazoo scrutinized Angelus, his gaze sliding easily over the man's body. Kadaj seemed okay with him so that was a bonus. For a man who smelled of blood, and there was no way that escaped Kadaj, he was nice to look at. A dark coloration that Yazoo liked in men. “We like our independence, too. Improv, like you said.”

"Wouldn't dream of interfering with that," Angelus held up his hands, disclaiming any attempt to exert a hold over the boys. "In point of fact, it'd probably make me downright cranky if you ever told anybody we were working together. But since I'm guessing you wouldn't want to call me 'boss' we're already on the same page, right?"

“We’ll call you whatever you want, old man,” Kadaj said with a laugh. “What we do and who we answer to is no one’s business.”

"Name's Angelus," he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick wad of cash. "Fail to piss me off, and this could be the start of a beautiful friendship. Are we understanding each other?"

“We understand, Angelus,” Kadaj let the name roll off his tongue. When he saw the roll, it caught his attention. He walked up closer to Angelus. “I’m Kadaj. Fail to piss me off and the friendship will continue beautifully.”

"I'm sure we'll get along just fine, Kadaj," Angelus said. He nodded at the bikes. "Can you make one of those?"

Loz stepped up to field that question since he had the most experience with the bike modifications. “I’m not sure your…” his hand waved around him, “has the right technology but from what we’ve seen, we probably can make one similar.” He looked at the cash and a wolfish grin crossed his lips. “But I think you can probably afford it. It’ll take some time, though.”

"I literally have all the time in the world," Angelus said. "Make me what you can. Make sure it's the good kind of loud and noisy too."

Loz leaned in almost conspiratorily. "And fast?"

Angelus gave a wolfish grin. "I figured that went without saying."

"We can do that," Loz said, matching Angelus' grin. "Right, Kadaj?"

Kadaj shrugged. "If it's what he wants, then it's what he gets."

"Appreciate it," Angelus pulled out a card and held it out for one of them to take. "My cell. Call me when it's done."

Kadaj reached out to take the card, reading it once before handing it off to Loz who tucked it away in his leathers. "You can find us if you need us. We're always around."

[ooc--they have voicemail but no nifty cards. Thugs.]

"I look forward to it," Angelus took a step back. "I'm sure I can think up all kinds of fun things for you to do."

Kadaj gestured in a wave and nodded, before he stepped back from Angelus as well and headed back toward their bikes.

Yazoo and Loz hung back a little while longer before they too, followed Kadaj and their bikes roared to life.

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