[NedWTH]

OOC: There might be a thread like this, I didn't see one so I'm starting my own. Here's a thread for any characters who don't have a specific location or any events that happen "in transit" from one major set piece to another.

BIC:

Gabriel was walking through the streets of some city in Ohio late into a foggy night. City was a loose term here though. It was big enough to get lost in but small enough to know what a tree looked like.

Walking along, cigarette in mouth, no other possesions on him except the clothes he wore...and then he heard it. A loud scream in the middle of the night. It came from an alley up ahead of him. He came to it and peeked around the corner.

"Give me the money girl! You been doing good work and now it's time to pay up! I didn't put you on the streets just so you could cheat out on me like this! I want my cut!"

A man and a woman arguing down at the end of the alley. Gabe couldn't really bring himself to care about a ten dollar whore getting slapped around a little. Hell, who hasn't slapped around a ten dollar whore? Well...maybe not lately.....

Then he saw the flash of metal and knew the guy had a knife. He was already winning the fight. If it got too much farther, the girl wasn't getting out of there. Gabe couldn't let someone die.

So he started down the alley.

"I hear ya, testicles. Smack her a few more. Go ahead and throw 'er down, piss on her while your at. Gotta mark that territory somehow, right?"

The guy pointed the knife at Gabriel and told him "You take another step down here and it'll be the last mistake you make boy."

"Something tells me a guy with the balls to walk down here isn't gonne be too impressed by a pocket knife, buddy. I gotta tell ya, I've seen bigger."

The man started running towards Gabe. Just as quickly, he was dangling in the air by his leg, held aloft by a solid metal chain the other end of which was attatche to Gabriel's left shoulder. Moving like a charmed snake, the chain brought the pimp closer to Gabe's face.

"Now, let me spell this out for you: Your screwed." The man wet himself in a shear state of panic. Gabe dropped him. "Run along now."

As noiselessly as a train wreck the man tore down the alley, not screaming for lack of breath. Gabe watched him leave then turned his attention to the hooker still behind him who was speechless in shock.

"Your probably trying to think of a way to thank me. May I suggest a BJ on the house. It's been awhile for me. You do brush your teeth right?"

The woman ran screaming past Gabriel and off into the night. Gabe called out a loud "Your welcome" after her before exiting the alley and continuing down the road.

He needed more cigarettes.

[Ikin]

Luke and WFG's partners got off the plane at Cincinnati Airport. "So do we know exactly where Gabriel is?"
"Yes. He is staying at a cheap motel at the edge of a suburb."
A government van was waiting for therm at the entrance. The partner handed the driver a small, black device, and whispered something in his ear as they drove off.
The motel was dirty, smelly, and painted a sickly green color. The van was parked in the lot, directly across from the room Gabe was staying in.
"Why can't we go in?" Luke asked.
"Government stuff, you wouldn't understand," a man sitting on a chair typing at a computer replied.
Luke yawned and stretched across an empty row of seats. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, he thought about the amazing twists and turns his life had taken.

[karambit]

Now THAT is character personality. Generally speaking, I love Gabe.

[NedWTH]

OOC: thank you. I do try lol.

BIC: Gabe awoke the next morning sharply at 6 am. A life on the run had a tendancy to keep your internal clocks accurate. Besides that, he was jonesin for a cigarette.

Slipping on a brown tee shirt he found in a dumpster and the same blue jeans he had on the night before, he stepped out onto the second floor balcony/walkway to light one up. Standing there billowing out his lungs, he happend to look across the street and see a completely average unmarked white minivan with government plates on it parked in an empty parking lot. Hmm, they're new. Wonder if they're hungry.

So Gabe went down to the lobby, got a plate full of bagels and cream cheese and four coffees with cream and sugar, and then walked out to the van. In it were three men, all asleep.

"Let's see, what we got here: Guy with glasses, obviously in charge. Young guy in back, it was probably his watch this morning. Token creepy guy in drivers seat, not as bad ass as he thinks. All in all, sitcom in a can." Gabe mumbled to himself as he munched a bagel. He set the food down next to the van.

Then he started wrapping chains around the van's doors, braiding and weaving the individual strands around each other until both doors were held securely in place. And for door number three... More lengths woven together around the overall length of the van, eventually tight enough to hold the sliding door in place.

Gabe walked around to the front of the van and popped the hood. Using one last chain he ripped the starter out of the motor and tossed it aside. Then he slammed the hood as loudly as possible.

The three men inside woke up and stared at him in disbelief. The guy with the glasses tried to get out only to find that he was surprisingly incapable of doing so.

As they shouted at him, cursed his mother, and generally made a good little chaos trying to get to him, Gabe walked around and tapped on the windsheild.

"I got you breakfast. See ya around." And with a smile and a two finger salute he picked up his coffee, lit another cig, and started back down the road.

[Ikin]

OOC: WFG is in San Diego. This is his partner, who doesn't wear glasses, but oh well.

BIC: "What the hell was that?" Luke asked, eyes still wide in disbelief.
The partner didn't answer. He simply loaded a gun and threw a tranq at Luke. "Yes, that was Gabe. Evidently Zeke was right; I hadn't anticipated this." He threw open the door to the now useless van and scurried down the street in the direction Gabe had gone. Luke followed. It was still dark, but Luke could see perfectly. He sniffed the air lightly. "He went that way," Luke said, pointing down a dark single-lane road.

[NedWTH]

OOC: wow....dropped the ball there...oh well.

BIC: Gabe stuck out his thumb as he walked down the highway. He hadn't ever seen those guys before and he was kinda curious if they belonged to the military, Helix, or someone brand new. Somehow...he knew his brother was behind this. That boy needed a talking to.

Gabe heard running feet behind him. He turned to see the men from the van running after him holding what looked like animal tranquilizer guns.

The Chains ran out, ten in all, to the full length they could and Gabe tossed the ciggarete he was holding. Watching him he could joke about. Following him he could joke about. Shooting him full of the crap they use on wild animals...that kinda got under his skin.

Car horns blared past him as people swerved to miss whatever he was. He used the chains to propel himself up into the air over where the men had spread out. They trained their guns on him and fired one or two shots, nothing hit. He landed in their midst and grabbed both their guns, flinging them away and glaring at the men. He grabbed at the younger one, but the kid dodged most of his attempts. Then he dodged right into one of the other chains and Gabe grabbed him and brought him close. There was no humor in his voice.

"Never treat me like an animal. Got it? You wanna talk, you do it with respect. Otherwise, you'll get hurt. I'm headin to Las Vegas to meet a friend. Find me there if you want, but don't piss me off again."

He flung the young guy into the other guy, knocking them both out. He checked that they were unconcious, then started hitchhiking again. A trucker picked him up and he was gone.

[Zenia]

Jeremy stepped out of the van and turned to Sam, "Any idea where we are?"

[Riloc]

"No idea" Sam replied. "I'm guessing we're somewhere on the border of Florida. Wanna get a bite to eat?"

[Zenia]

"Sure" Jeremy looked around, and saw An International House Of Pancakes, "how about the IHOP?"

[Riloc]

Sam and Jez were sat down at a table scoffing pancakes. Jez asked if he knew wereabouts the guy would be.
"Well, thought Sam, I keep having this image of a beach and something tells me its in the far west of the city. We better be getting a move on soon. "