He who has the last laugh.. {Open}

[Iota]

It was a cold night, not that a kindred would be able to feel it. The sky was clear, barely a cloud in the sky, the sheet of darkness covering the sky, with pin pricks that let the light shine through. Of course this is the old mythology and it's actually the stars, but it is a nice thought none the less. This night was pretty much the same as every night, James had no real job in Kindred society, especially with in the Anarch sect. He liked it there, they pretty much accepted any Kindred who didn't agree with the Camarilla hierachy and respected the masquerade and who were not hell bent on self destruction, like the Sabbat, for instance.

James walked down the dark secluded street with a hop in his step, for he was in a good mood. Whistling a tune which he couldn't figure out where from or how he got it, perhaps it was just a tune his minds sprung to life, it wouldn't of been the first time. As James bounced along the street, smiling away, throwing out the odd "hey there" to the passers by. the usual response being "screw you assh*le" or "here, take all my money..but don't hurt me!" James never really paid much attention to their response, half the time they were just figments of his imagination. One of the perks of being a Malkavian is that they don't really need others to keep themselves company.

"STOP!" a sign screamed out to James, he spun on his right foot and struck a pose towards the sign "..Hammertime! Every time you see me, that Hammer's just so hype, I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic. Now why would I ever stop doing this, With others makin' records that just don't hit. I toured around the world from London to the BAY. It's Hammer go Hammer, mc hammer yo hammer and the rest can go and play?" James belted out the verse, almost immediately with out hesitation, he even did the dance to the popular song of days gone by.

"STOP!" The sign once again stated to James. This time James stop perfectly still, not even blinking, not that he needed to or anything. He remained in a mid stride pose, for almost an hour. He rationalised that if he stood still long enough, the sign wouldn't see him. Luckily, some pedestrains thought James was one of those slowly moving statue people who perform on the streets for money, he earned $20's in that hour.

"STOP!" Yet again, the sign persistant. James fell to his knees, this time some what upset "Why?! why do you torment him so?! he just wants to walk on by, he just wants to live! relatively speaking of course! oh look over there..." James pointed in a random direction somewhere behind the sign "There's a badger with a gun.. surely he'll kill us all!" and as the final word rolled off of James's tongue, he fled.. running for his "unlife". He did hate that stop sign, he could barely ever get by one...

[Kiala]

Emy had just gotten of work at Mickeys, an Irish pub in seventh street in Brookly. She had started her day at noon and worked until nine that evening. Some would ask why a bar would be open so early, and she would reply to you, "It ain' no bloody bar y' git, tis a pub." She had been hit on by men ten years older than she was, flirted with by drunk coed, and propsitioned by one man old enough to be her grandfather. All in all it had been a normal day for her.

Emy's long slightly curly hair fell about her shoulders in a copery cascade. She wore a white top that showed most of her belly and some of her cleavage, a pair of worn geen jeans, and black boots. Despite the lateness of the hour she is also weaing a pair of lime green sunglasses. She could see perfectly fine. Were as many young women would be worried to be walking alone this time of night, it did not frighten her, she was a garou. To be more exact a Fianna, and they loved a good fight.

Well, what she saw tonight was not what she was expecting. A man was standing stock still infront of a stop sign. There was something odd about him, something off about his scent. Then he started yelling at the stop sign, and if that wasnt odd enough he was talking in the third person. Emy started laughing and continued on her way, wich resalted in her being completely caught off gaud when he came running at her. She tries to move out of the way...

((Will let you decide if its a head on a collision or not Iota))

[Iota]

James was running, as if his life depended on it. Malkavians, a funy bunch, usually have no fear in the face of final death, but can be rendered utterly scared sh*tless by a sign, of all things. This is one of the reasons as to why a Malkavian is always considered an unknown quantity, you never know how they will react and you never know if they are actually looking into your future or not, most a confusing bunch, but they served their purpose well and those in the know would never brush aside a Malkavian willingly.

The Malkavian never really watched where he was going, he just wanted to get out of ear shot of that bullying stop sign, he was running, like the wind, his head looking over his shoulder towards the sign. So it goes with out saying that he didn't see the young lady he was on a collision course with. A split second before crashing into her he looked forward, saw the girl and tried to dodge, but it was too late and he was catapulted into the air as his leg was taken out as he was running. "Look mommy! He can fllyyyyyyy." James said in ecstacy as he flew through the air at quite a rate, it felt to him as one of those slow motion moments where a length of time seemed longer than it actually it was. Either way, it was short lived as he came crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Housten, we have a problem!" he said to himself, naturally. He eventually looked up towards the girl, his eyes wide open. He tilted his head slightly as he "sniffed" the air around him. "ooohh..thi thy tho thumb.. he smells the blood of a english man!" he paused for a moment "No, wait..thats not right..ah.. i got it!" he exclaimed "a wolf were! no..hmm.. where's a wolf? theres a wolf!" James, was probably struggling.. but the right words would eventually come bouncing out "ah! Werewolf!" James followed that by howling, after a few moments, he came back to his sense "hey there.." he waved manically "his names James!"

[Kiala]

Emy was surprised to say the least as the mental man came running at her, but between the two of them they managed to avoid a collision, though the poor fellow ended up face down on the pavement. She went to help him up when he started rambling, when he said he smelled an English man.

“Irish woman actualy…” then he said no he smelled a wolf. He was on his feet by this point and she moved quickly to put her hand over the fools mouth, and looked around. She tapped into he inner wolf. She niether heard, smell, or saw anyone near by. She turned back to the fool. Something was off about him, his scent was wrong, as was the fact that this close she should be able to hear his heart. There was none of that. He smelled of the dead.

“Y’ not human, are ye”, she said her upper lip raising in a snarl, “what kind of fell Wyrm tainted piece o’ filth are ye’

Emy shoved James away. She was already tapped into her Garou nature so she knew she could change quickly if she needed to. As it was she could hear most sounds, picked up more acutely the scents of the city and her eye’s were now those of a wolf, allowing her to see clearly, albeit in black in white. What she wished for more than anything thought was to be wearing her trench coat with her , then she would have her Celtic long sword. The blade had been forged from the finest steel and laced with silver.

She stood her ground, not willing to turn her back on the Wyrm tainted man before her.

[Iota]

James stood back, he noted the posture of the lady before a big inane grin shone on his face. "What is he? she asks?" he giggled softly before replying "he is what sticks to the shadows, he who is the shadow you look at when you walk down the dark alley way.." James paused for a moment, he placed his hands on his hips, stood up straight with his head held up high. "He is the great great great great great great great great great great great grandson of Malkav and the great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandson of Caine!" James eventually blurted it out, counjting over the amount of greats in his head "yeah!"

Immediately after he finished talking, he raised his right arm to chest level and clicked his fingers, in an instant it seemed like he had vanished, become invisible, the faint nose of giggles and laughter could be heard as pranced about before falling silent, he moved behind the young Garou and stated "I am immortal, i am a vampire!" before giggling softly again and returning to where he was originally and coming back into visual sight.

[Kiala]

The loon kept on about being the great yada yada of this person and that person. She honostly couldnt tell who the heck he was talking about. He was truly looney. Talking about himself in the third person. Talking about being a shadow..then he litteraly vanished right before her eye's.

She followed him as best she could with her ears, and by his scent, but despite that she jumped and spun around when he spoke behind her. A stinkend Vampire. She had been warned of them, but had never actualy seen one.

As he comes back into view she growls, her eye's darting around. Searching to make sure no one is around once again.