Civil Disturbance


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Scene Title Civil Disturbance
Synopsis A hard lesson in "stranger danger" is given.
Date December 9, 2008

Dorchester Towers: Cat's Apartment

The entry hall has room for anyone carrying larger objects to move without much trouble and five doorways. First, on the left, is a kitchen with the usual appliances, microwave, toaster, blender, coffeemaker, and George Foreman grill. Cherry cabinets with brass handles above and below the marbled counter fill the spaces. In the center is a table of dark cherry wood with comfortable wooden chairs for six people on a waxed cedar floor.

The living area, second on the left, has a peach colored couch with cherry wood end and coffee tables along the far wall. On either side of those is a recliner chair. Atop one of the end tables is a caller ID phone with NYC phone books. Electronics line the left wall: a 60" thin plasma HDTV, cable box with DVR, stereo equalizer, radio tuner, twelve disc CD player, iPod dock, home theater system, and speakers. One of the other walls has a piano placed against it and a wide window overlooking Nuked York. Pale wine colored pull curtains, normally kept closed, hang before it. The fourth wall has a line of electric and acoustic guitars, a few amps of varying sizes, and a cello.

The first door on the right opens to the smaller of two bedrooms. The second right hand door leads to the main bedroom.

At the entry hall's far end is a bathroom with standard fixtures, a white tile floor, and products a woman would have. Bright and warm glows from overhead track lighting bathe the place. Deep wine colored plush carpet covers the floor, stopping only at the kitchen and bathroom.


Odds are a funny thing. Sometimes they make you lucky. Sometimes they make you very unlucky. Sometimes they make a situation so strange that you just don't know what to make of it. Ethan still isn't sure what to make of it. Odd that someone would go poking their nose around in places it doesn't belong. Odd that someone seemingly so normal has the resources to make such mischief. Odd that said person lives with a person that just so happens to be your next door neighbor.

So, how does one kidnap their neighbor? A more difficult task than it would originally seem. How do you take someone who lives next to you, without being seen, so you can still live there? A simple smash in and grab everyone would draw far too much attention.

But like he has so many times in the past. Ethan has come up with a plan. He always has a plan. This one happens to include Odessa. The Wolf walks alongside the woman, his hand interlaced with hers in the corridor of the first floor of Dorchester Towers. In all appearances a couple, dressed up nicely that is just getting home from a date. Though the various weapons hidden among their persons would indicate otherwise.

Leaning in, Ethan goes to plant a kiss on the woman's cheek. Just as they pass room 101…

Danielle is inside the aforementioned apartment. This late, she's starting to wind down, getting ready for work the next morning. She's sitting on the sofa, legs curled up under her, watching the television, her laptop open on the arm of the couch.

A peaceful setting, suddenly made less than peaceful.

"Who the FUCK do you think you are?!"

A male voice, Southern tinged, bellows from the middle of the foyer almost as soon as Odessa and Ethan move through the adjacent hallway. A man, over six foot in height and wearing a leather jacket that reeks of old cigarettes points a whiskey bottle at some authoritative looking person who worriedly is holding a cellphone. "Unless you wanna go run and get me a key for my own damn apartment I can sleep wherever I want, d'you hear me motherfucker?!" he practically screams, a definite slur in his voice.

"Sir, whatever your situation is, I'm sorry but you can't sleep in the foyer-"

"The hell I ain't! Can't! The hell I can't! What're you gonna do?!" Then, the sound of glass breaking when the man, known by some as Yancey, smashes the end of his liquor bottle against the side of of a stair rail. It doesn't end up with giving him a formidable weapon, just a mess of glass, but it's plenty loud.

The other occupant is also at home, although not so much winding down. Her musical lifestyle gives her hours which are often later than Dani's. Cat comes out of the kitchen with a fresh glass of red wine, something expensive, in her right hand. A slow sip is taken from it, and she heads over toward that couch. Her intent, should there be room, is to sit behind her partner and begin rubbing her shoulders gently. "How are things at work, Dani?"

The Nightingale walks with the Wolf with a serene smile across her face. Just as they start to near 101, her free hand flexes restlessly at her side until finally she holds the fingers splayed out rigidly. "All taken care of," she murmurs in his ear sweetly. The odds are stacked.

Ethan's head whips around at the very loud noise in the lobby. All according to plan. Hopefully Yancey is being loud enough. Loud enough for the occupants of room 101 to grow curious, to grow worried. Perhaps they will check on the noise. Of course, Ethan has plans if they do not. But for now, he carries on at a slow stroll, holding the Nightingale's hand. A soft whisper of, "Good." Directly into the woman's ear.

Dani hears the sound of the commotion from the hallway. She frowns a bit, and looks over to Cat. "Did you hear that out there?" When you work for the people that she works for, you learn to be at least a little cautious. She looks over to the phone, debating dialing 911.

"This is an upscale building," Cat replies, placing her glass on a table and glancing at the door. "I'm not worried. Security can handle whatever's going on." Except she knows that isn't always true. They totally failed to respond when Stormy was mistaken for Gabriel Gray, and took no action against the faux Fed with Rock that night. On the off chance it could be something of interest, she heads for the door. It's opened, she sticks her head out to look around carefully and see what's going on.

The noise from the foyer only seems to escalate when Yancey, in a moment of sober dexterity, steals the cellphone out of the man's hand, the numbers '91' dialed into the screen. Close call. He smoothly hits clear as he continues to point the useless remainder of glass in his hand at the man in the overalls. A couple of people having just stepped out of the elevator back up when they see what's going on, the spilled liquor and shards on the ground.

"I don't wanna hurt you, man," Yancey continues to drunkenly bellow, swaying back at a stagger. "I ain't like that but I ain't leavin', do you hear me?" And just as room 101 begins to open, he swings a clumsy but heavy punch that actually does manage to catch the poor bystander on the chin. "Shit. Look what you made me do there."

Odessa breaks free from Ethan and scurries over when 101's door opens. "Omigosh," she gasps, fixing wide eyes on Cat. "There's some dude just going ape shit out there! I think he's drunk."

Ethan steps back allowing Odessa to be the friendly one who's startled. He, prepares the next stages of the plan. Sticking his hands in his coat, he gives a little shrug. "Baby," His accent is American, not distinguishable. "Let's just go home. He's just a crazy drunk." Then a little laugh. "Look at that!" He points a finger out at the commotion, draw her out

Dani stands when Cat goes to the door and opens it. "Cat, don't open it. We'll just call the police." And she starts to do that very thing, picking up her phone to dial 911.

It's too late for that, the door being opened and Odessa having spoken. Cat glances back toward the main room, then at Odessa on the other side of their door again. The man with her is also noted, her eyes sweep across him briefly. Just enough to see and remember him. All of him. "There should be three or four people working security in the lobby," the five foot eight inch brunette replies without a trace of concern. "But, still, maybe you should come in until things are handled." In accordance with that invitation, she opens the door a bit wider and makes room for the two to pass through.

Odessa smiles widely and reaches for Ethan, tugging him along inside with her. "Golly! It's so nice of you to invite us in." Once inside, with the door safely closed behind them, she shakes out her free hand before breaking off from Ethan again to step deeper inside the apartment and look about curiously. "Wow!" She exclaims when she peeks into the living area, "That is the biggest television I have ever seen!"

Ethan is tugged in quickly and stumbles into the room. Giving a little smile to Cat. "Thank you very much. We appreciate it. So much crazy stuff happening these days. You never know when there's one of those Evolved thugs just going insane anywhere, you know? We'll be sure to get out of here as soon as that guy is gone." He says, then looks back to Odessa. "Honey, don't intrude on them." He says with a chiding voice, sticking his hands back into his coat pockets.

Dani gives a pleasant enough smile. "Hey there." And then, into the phone, she says "Yes, this is Danielle Hamilton at 101 Dorchester Towers. We have a civil disturbance in the lobby, some drunken man; I believe he's becoming violent."

A cellphone is tossed back towards the employee as the 101 door closes just out the corner of Yancey's eye. A slurred, inaudible mumble is given, and at a stagger, Yancey makes his way out of the building. He doesn't let up with the act until he's safe within a car, several feet from the complex, waiting with its engine running and it promptly drives away.

The door isn't just closed behind them, it's also locked. Cat turns to face the pair who entered the apartment and offers a calm reply in the form of a query. "Which apartment do you live in?" It registers as perhaps odd to her that Odessa would make such a comment about a large television, such things she believes would be common enough in residences on the Upper East Side, but she also recognizes many living here might be seriously stretching their means. Or Odessa could be someone he picked up to get some, hoping and expecting the location to be impressive enough to get into her panties. Without letting any of this on, hopefully, Cat settles her eyes on each of them in turn again, this time to see them fully and commit all details to her memory. "You're both very welcome. Are you wine drinkers?"

Odessa has the grace to look sheepish as Ethan chides her for snooping. "Sorry. I just get excited sometimes!" She waves to Danielle before sending an apprehensive glance back to Ethan. Cat grabs her attention, though. For a moment, she almost says yes. Ultimately, however, she declines. "None for me, thanks."

"Well, we really shouldn't intrude on you like this." Ethan says softly as he moves forward. "Very rude of us. I'm very sorry." He moves to Odessa's side, his movements surreptitious, handing something off to the woman as he goes to her side. He leans forward and plants a kiss on her cheek. Then whispers in her ear. "Go ahead."

"We should be going…"

The shorter brunette speaks into the phone more "I don't hear it anymore…I think he left. All right. Thank you." She hangs up the phone, and looks back over. "Sounds like all the drama's past."

Her concern is growing with the lack of answer to her most important question. "You do live in the building, don't you?" That same concern has Cat moving to unlock and open the door so they can exit, her ears also picking up that which Dani says. The quiet from outside. "Good night," she offers.

Sounds like the drama's past.

"Not all of it." Odessa's serene smile returns as she takes a step back toward Ethan. Her hand flexes once at her side and she seems to have skipped back a step. There's a subtle pain in each of the other women's arm and drowsiness begins to settle in. Her eyes halflid as she leans over to use her weight to shut the door, serenity turning to mischief. "Yes… Good night."

A slow grin raises on Ethan's lips. "Good night, girls. We'll see you when you wake." Ethan intones as he slides the cellphone out of his pocket. A text message is tapped into the phone. 'Pick up.' And then sent. The cell phone is slid back into his pocket. He walks over, watching Dani, and then Cat. To watch their inevitable fall.

Dani blinks, rubbing her arm at the sudden stinging sensation. "Wait…what the…" that's about as far as she gets before her legs begin to go all jelly on her. She wobbles, then drops to the ground with a thud.

Things go rather less smoothly for Odessa as she moves to lean against the door. That act has placed her between the taller woman and it, as she went to unlock so the pair could exit. Her eyes blink, she rubs at the arm where the sting was felt, and sleep starts to take hold. "What, what the?" Confusion registers as she struggles to stay awake and on her feet, a battle Cat loses within a few more seconds. The departure of consciousness has her going down slowly. Her frame is folding up, crashing towards the smaller Odessa on the way to the floor.

"Whoa!" One moment, Odessa is about to be fallen upon, hands snapping out in front of her in surprise. And the next, she's out of the way and letting Cat crash to the floor on her own. "That was close."

Sirens. They don't last long until they're parked up outside. A single squad car, though not too long after the squad car an Ambulance pulls up. The Officers of the Law go to ask those at the lobby what happened, and soon it is quickly found that they came for nothing.

But the EMTs have more of a purpose today. Two gurneys are pushed in by the host of Paramedics, making their way hastily through the lobby.

"911 Call. Room 101?" Giving proper direction, the men make their way to said room.

The door is opened..

Ethan gives a soft smile to Odessa as he opens the door. "Well done, lovely." He says, this time in his normal voice. Then his attention is turned to the Paramedics. "Wow, that is some response time." A smirk. "Go 'ead and get 'em. Take 'em to the safe 'ouse. And I'll deal with them there."

If one was to pay attention, they would notice that one of the EMTs, keeping to the back. Was the man who was trying to sleep in the foyer not minutes before. Yancey. The men quickly go to move the women onto the stretchers, taking all precaution to see to it that it looks like an actual 911 Emergency Call.

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