RDuNoir: You made the comment about why should
anyone want to help renee and snarked your way out of
the coffee shop.
RatOnAIM: *Matthew looks back over his shoulder,
his hands digging into his pockets, and the light drizzle
barely pressing down on his hair. He half turns when she
follows, but still faces mostly away. He doesn't move a
muscle of his face, but looks at her as if to say "I'm
RDuNoir: Renee's got a rueful half-smile on her face as
she catches up. "Well, you stopped, that's something. I'm
getting so tired of this passive-aggressive,
gotta-get-the-last word habit your clubmates seem to
cultivate." She makes a small gesture of irritation before
continuing. "Yes, as a matter of fact Mr. Smartypants, I
have wondered you lot would want to help me, and I'm
not coming up with any plausible answers, which just
makes me that much more suspicious so... give. Or is
sarcasm and posturing all you've got?"
RatOnAIM: *He stares at her, and pulls something out
of his pocket and points it away from both of them. Its
mostly hidden from his hand, but she's seen enough of
Catonelli to know he keeps weapons on his person. He
makes a quick, pressing motion, and the lights flash on a
white Accura. * "We can talk in here" *He walks over to
it, opens the driver's side, and turns on the engine*
RDuNoir: Renee pauses for a long moment at that,
looking at the car... then follows Catonelli in.
RatOnAIM: *He pause for a long time, think, staring at
the parking lot. he rests his hands on the steering wheel*
I can't tell you why. Not for everyone. For me, I don't
want to have to kill you. I think that's Mickey's reason
RDuNoir: She speaks in a hard, quiet voice. "You don't
have to kill anyone."
RatOnAIM: "Not true."
RDuNoir: She shrugs. "Fine, whatever. You don't have
to kill me, then. I'm not one of your stupid Sabbat. I
keep to the Masquerade, I can play by your damn rules."
RatOnAIM: "Then you're Cam. That's what it means.
Playing by the rules."
RDuNoir: Renee shakes her head slightly. "Some of
your systems are broken, and you can't even see that,
seems to me." She looks out the window. "Fuckit. I don't care, and you
guys can't see.
I'll smile and play your in your precious holy war long as it takes to take care
of what has to be done.
I hope that assuages your delicate
RatOnAIM: "I don't give a shit either way. Its up to
RDuNoir: "And you're a court officer? Nice to see
you're so fully vested in the system."
RatOnAIM: "I am. I can't choose for you. I just
enforce the rules."
He looks at her and there's some
very deep anger in his eyes "And don't doubt my investment in the city. You have
no idea what I've sacrificed for the Camarilla
I can tell what would have
happened if your mom died in Oakland."
RDuNoir: "Oh, I know you've just lost something big. I
can see that much - you didn't look this shitty on
Saturday night. And still you don't give a shit about
anyone but yourself right now, looks like." *pause*
"Yeah well, she didn't die in Oakland." *glares out of
RatOnAIM: *Looks back outside, straight over the
dash, thinking about what she said* I guess we want you
with us because the rules let us be something other than
monsters every now and then
RDuNoir: "Funny. I saw more monstrous behavior
Saturday night than in the last twelve months
RatOnAIM: "You weren't exactly running with a large
"For precisely the reasons I encountered on Saturday night.
Put vampires into a crowd and bad
RatOnAIM: "Like I said, be thankful it ain't Oakland"
RDuNoir: "Oakland's hardly comparable, I would have
thought. Or are the members of the Cam more screwed
up than even I suspect?"
RatOnAIM: *Sighs, and shakes his head, biting his lip,
his hands seem a bit tighter around the wheel* "I'm not a
smart man, Renee. You shouldn't debate me. If you
want argue philosophy, you should get out of the car.
I told you why I want to help you. Your
choice if you want it or not...
RDuNoir: "You know what really baffles me about
your friends - pardon me, your professional
acquaintances, Mr. Catonelli? Oh fuck, never mind.
You probably don't care about that either. Alright,
Smartypants. You want to help me? Define help."
RatOnAIM: "You're smart. You'll figure out the rules.
But you said you need money. Do you have a haven?
RDuNoir: "I said I need more money. I get by alright,
but I could be better." *shrugs* "I've got a place."
RatOnAIM: *He nods towards the glove box*
RDuNoir: Renee looks at him, then the glove box with
deep suspicion. Then, finally, she opens it.
RatOnAIM: *There's a tightly bound stack of bills in
there, if she counts it, it's 5 grand* Take it. Merry
RDuNoir: She looks rather strangely at Catonelli, then
puts the cash back in the glove box and closes is. "I don't
need... that. I'm not looking to be bought."
RatOnAIM: "Ain't a fee. I don't need it, and I don't
want. Someone else left it behind. But whatever you
want." He looks a little away from her, into the
RDuNoir: "Someone else? That wouldn't be the
someone else who's left you looking like hammered shit,
RatOnAIM: "You come in here to talk about me?"
RDuNoir: *shrugs* "Ain't
much to know about me, is there? That's been well established already.
Maybe I'm curious about another
RatOnAIM: *Shrugs* "Sorry, can't help. Don't want to
talk about me."
RDuNoir: *shakes head* "Another case of arrested
development. Fine, whatever. See you around, Sheriff."
Renee opens the door and, unless convinced otherwise,
will leave C in the car.
RatOnAIM: *Doesn't turn, but as she opens the door*
Look who's got the passive aggressive comment now.
RDuNoir: *chuckles ruefully* "Shit, I'm already learning
bad habits from you lot." Turns and says back into the
car. "Point and whatever. Maybe hearing about another
clubmember's experiences might have helped me but it
seems you're not keen on something you can't solve
quickly or neatly. Well, maybe that will change in time,
RatOnAIM: *Leans his head against the window* If
you want to know, work the rumor mill. Don't expect
people to just tell you what they know. You have to
work it out of them.
Lots of people are talking about
RDuNoir: *sighs* "So much for the family values I got
taught. You want I should hear the Chinese whispers
RatOnAIM: *Shrugs and thinks about it for a sec*
Your mother. Tell me about your mother first.
RDuNoir: Renee settles back
down in the passenger seat a bit, thinks for a moment. "Her name was Mary. She
was Embraced less than a year after I was born. I look a lot like her... By the
end, we had to pose as sisters.
She says - said - that being a
vampire was important. A special responsibility - but that not many really
RatOnAIM: How long she live here?
RDuNoir: *shrugs* "Not long, a few months. She
moves around a lot."
RatOnAIM: *Matthew reaches into the backseat,
grabbing a newspaper and writing in a crossword
puzzle* You got other locations?
Addresses to give me?
RDuNoir: Renee's gaze goes flinty. "Why?"
RatOnAIM: So I can find the fuckers who did this
*His voice doesn't sound determined or
angry, just kind of monotone*
RDuNoir: *shrugs minutely* "Fair enough. It's not like
she can be killed twice..."
(Renee gives you a list of over a dozen
addresses, spread out across the country - the older
ones are based in New England (mostly MA) then the
spectrum broadens, to 'burbs of Atlanta, Houston, St.
Louis, Toronto, Tampa, Denver...)
RatOnAIM: *When she's done, he finishes writing his
shorthand, still not looking up* When was the last time
you had contact with her?
RDuNoir: "Five days ago.
I talked to her day before my
birthday. Great fucking day that turned out to be."
Friday was your birthday?
Bet I don't look at day over 24, huh?
RatOnAIM: *Looks over at her for a second, then
back to his paper* I'm not good with guessing those
things. Did she say anything strange?
RDuNoir: *long pause* "No more so than usual. Just
the regular guilt trips about coming home for the holidays
and gee what a shame dad isn't here." Renee bites her lip
and looks stricken at that.
RatOnAIM: *Matthew notes it, but doesn't say
anything. He waits a moment though* Are you sure she's
RDuNoir: You know that real flat voice Catonelli
is so fond of? You hear an uncanny echo of it. "Yes. I'm sure.
I felt her die. Sudden and nasty."
RatOnAIM: "And there were men in black when you
drove by on Friday"
"mind you, they could have just been poseurs
- smart way to keep witnesses away"
RatOnAIM: "Did you notice anything about them other
than suits? License plates... equipment... model of the
I didn't even slow the car down.
Who knows what they might have had watching me."
RatOnAIM: *Clicks his pen away, shoves the folded
newspaper in his pocket and goes back to leaning his
head against the window* "Its a start
RDuNoir: "Is it? Maybe mom just owed a shitload of
RatOnAIM: I need to know if you find anything out.
More than this I mean
RDuNoir: "I'm going to try sneaking on site later this
week... if it looks like they're not using cameras."
*shrugs* "If they catch me, I'll pretend I'm a wannabe
RatOnAIM: *Nods, being done with the notes,
slouches a bit as he listens* Tell me when go. *Thinks
and clarifies a bit* Tell me when before you go
RDuNoir: "God, are they that nuts around here?"
RDuNoir: "whoever it is that you need to be that clear
RatOnAIM: *Shakes his head* You were never
RDuNoir: *dryly* "gee, you think?"
RatOnAIM: Want some free advice?
RDuNoir: "Shut my mouth." she says with a disarming
grin. "Heard it already."
RatOnAIM: *Not looking* "Then don't bitch when it
pisses people off"
RDuNoir: "Oh, I haven't bitched anyone out for getting
mad at my mouth. I bitch you all out when you start
burying the needle on the hypocrisy meter. But you don't
want to talk about that sort of thing, because you're not
the philosphic type." Her mood shifts abruptly. "Your
RatOnAIM: *He closes his eyes for a moment, then
opens them* Ask
RDuNoir: "Who died? Or, if no-one's dead, who did
you just have to put on the last chopper out of Saigon?"
RatOnAIM: *Closes his eyes again, his head pressed to
the glass away from her* Sybil
RDuNoir: She looks puzzled for a moment. "Sybil? Oh! The Anarch. Wait a minute, why's that
such a problem? I thought you guys were cousins or something?"
RatOnAIM: *Flinches, pauses for a moment" Or something
RDuNoir: "But that's just..." she sounds baffled. "Politics. Whoever found true happiness with
that? Why couldn't you make it work?"
RatOnAIM: *His hand goes down to the stick shift, gripping it tightly, and he leans back in the
seat, his other hand gripping the steering wheel* I don't think you understand Renee
RDuNoir: "Oh no, I don't understand a thing
about stupidly losing someone you love. Dad disappearing and mom getting
murdered, just drops in the bucket right?" *pause* "Try
RatOnAIM: *Quietly* Its time for you to get out of the car Renee...
RDuNoir: "Once again, I get threats instead of explanations."
*quieter* "I didn't mean that you
I meant that like... losing
someone for no discernable reason. No good enough reason."
RatOnAIM: *His jaw is somewhat clenched, but his voice is controlled* You really should go
now. I'm... *Pauses and levels his gaze out at the parking lot* Nows not a good time to talk to me
*sighs, disappointed* "So much for sharing.
Fine, I'm gone. Have fun digging
into my background. There's not much there worth knowing, Sheriff."