2007-08-04: Tracking The Wind

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Summary: Keeping his promise to Desiree, Ramon looks into what she recognizes in her visions. Elena proves that in the mean streets of New York City, money talks.

Date It Happened: August 4, 2007

Tracking The Wind


Somewhere in New York City

"You two have…charisma. Or something," Ramon grunted, as he somehow practically both dragged Eric and Elena to…some corner of town. A bad one. With drug dealers! He's got this photocopy of an older newspaper article clutched in his hand. "So you might be able to talk to people. Or look for things." Besides, there are some minds he doesn't want to read. Drug dealers rank on this list.

Backing up a few steps: he has filled in the two kids that Dezi's having horrible visions of 2 years from now, and that some freak storms destroy New York and turn it into some sort of a Hellhole. So he went…/he/ went…and dug through microfiche. As it happens…he found one about a freak storm in New York. So he thought maybe the location should get checked out, even this far forward, because…what other leads do they have?

Okay, so he's putting off his own project.

Then again, he /knows/ this is Elena's project. She mentioned tornados ages ago. He just took it more seriously from his frantic love interest. He was still in coping-with-this-shit mode back then. So sue him.

"You two have…charisma. Or something," Ramon grunted, as he somehow practically both dragged Eric and Elena to…some corner of town. A bad one. With drug dealers! He's got this photocopy of an older newspaper article clutched in his hand. "So you might be able to talk to people. Or look for things." Besides, there are some minds he doesn't want to read. Drug dealers rank on this list.

Backing up a few steps: he has filled in the two kids that Dezi's having horrible visions of 2 years from now, and that some freak storms destroy New York and turn it into some sort of a Hellhole. So he went…/he/ went…and dug through microfiche. As it happens…he found one about a freak storm in New York. So he thought maybe the location should get checked out, even this far forward, because…what other leads do they have?

Okay, so he's putting off his own project.

Then again, he /knows/ this is Elena's project. She mentioned tornados ages ago. He just took it more seriously from his frantic love interest. He was still in coping-with-this-shit mode back then. So sue him.

She had just got back from Spain two days ago. Jet lagged still, Elena managed to finally try and catch up with the messages left on her phone…and nearly falls over the dozens of texts from college friends she received. Not only that, but the gazillion voicemails from a certain someone she was angry with before she left. She had already tried calling Peter back, but….he hasn't called back. Elena found it strange, but she'll look into it later. Because when Dezi's visions act up, usually it's urgent.

"….how long ago was the article?" she asks, trying to take it from her father to look at it. She was a little worried about the good chunk of nothing they might find, if this had been a while ago. Something is nagging at her - something about what she ought to be doing. Something she forgot to do, but she brushes it away. She'll think on that later.

He was perfectly willing to come along, as he had a great respect for Ramon, and…well…the fact that he was hung up on Elena was obvious to anyone watching them. Eric, hands in his pockets pulls one out to cover his mouth in a yawn. Elena isn't the only one that was jetlagged it seemed. He…didn't have many messages when he got back, well besides his father and a few business things. It was all work though. No friends. Though he went on the trip with the ones he really cared about. Thats what really matters to him.

He glances over towards Ramon, and then towards Elena as she asks the question. For the moment he just remains quiet, watching the pair of them and the area around them. Lovely lovely place they have found to explore though.

"Months ago," Ramon rasps. "Plenty has happened since then, but I've got to have faith that if we can find something, we can do something." His fists clench. "She's so scared. So…I have to go look. Have to try. And if this doesn't work, well, then we're just going to try something else." Apparently, in his mind, Dezi has put the /responsibility/ for making sure this is fixed on him. And Ramon takes /responsibility/ very seriously.

This is one of those urban basketball fields where groups of gang members stop to play ball. There's a drug deal going down on the corner right now, and a group of hard ass looking black teens that eye the group with suspicion.

As always, Elena is straightforward. She nods a little bit at what her father says. "I think I remember hearing about this…" she murmurs softly. But then, with her hands in her pockets, she looks around. She spies the drug deal, and opts to stay away from that. The teens look to be her safest bet, but they don't look too friendly. She's familiar enough with the etiquette of Manny's crew to know how things go down.

She takes out her wallet, and pulls out all the cash in it. She works for Evosoft now, and Jaden paid her well. In fact the trip had a good upside, despite tensions between her and Eric. It made her get to know them all better. "Money talks. Papa can tell me if they're telling the truth." And if things get hairy, they're -all- in range. She could make them all see pink elephants if she wanted.

With that, she starts heading for the group of black boys.

"…alright, I supose we should see what we could find," Eric murmurs as he glances around. Half of him wanted to call Jaden and see just if he could help at all. However he just shakes his head slightly as he smiles to himself. He does know a different manner of talking that might appeal to thease boys…

…and Elena is one step ahead of him. Thats indeed what Jaden pays her for.

Shaking his head slightly the young man turns to follow.

Money talks, bullshit walks. The girl of the group sort of sinuously approaches, eyeing the money keenly. "What you after down here?" she demands. She crosses her arms, looking Elena and Eric up and down. "I sure enough know you both got better drug dealers than what's down here." Her compadres, a group of mostly young men, snicker, or shift into aggressive posture.

Then again, Ramon does part of what Jaden pays /him/ for. Which is to shift into his own aggressive posture, and glower, and radiate Fuck With Me. Go Ahead. Which means he can't sit here and try to mindread at the same time. That's pretty distracting and does take a level of concentration. Which just reinforces the reason he needed Charismatic People like Elena and Eric.
Elena lifts up the bills, fanning them out in front of the girl. "I'll give it to you straight," she tells the girl simply. "I ask you a question, you give me an answer. Got nothin' to do with illegal activities - I just want to ask about the neighborhood and how it's been going lately. Each answer you give me that's honest, you get a bill. If I sniff a lie, I'll walk and offer these to someone else who's a lil' more truthful. If we're square, we can start."

The girl nods her head. "Yeah, we square. Lay it on me, girl." She looks back at her entourage, who is looking at Ramon, who is looking at them, snorts, and dismisses all the posturing. These people sure don't act like cops, after all, and Elena is too young.

"You live around here, yeah? Could you tell me what happened with the freak weather a few weeks back?" Elena asks, running her fingertips on the edge of the bills for added incentive. She hopes they keep their eyes on the money, and she's careful to keep her questions straight. No posturing. She isn't there to challenge the girl in her own territory. She isn't there to steal her men. So she keeps her eyes on the girl, and not her posse.

"Yeah. Some sort of cyclone. Like—Dorothy and shit." The girl says, nodding her head. "Out of a clear blue sky too. Just sort of came up outta nowhere. Freak-ass. Wrath of God kinda crap." She smirks. "Knocked a few of our customers straight, too, and that was no fun, lemme tell you."

"Kinda weird, yeah? We aren't exactly in the tornado belt." As promised, Elena hands her a folded bill. "I know seeing it's pretty unusual enough but did you find anything else that was weird? Like…I dunno. People dancing around it and shit?"

"Not dancing," The girl says. "There were some people around I don't remember too good. But there was this one blonde girl who just /stood/ there. Just stood there staring straight ahead, not runnin', not scared, just standin' there."

Eric? Well he is privately trying not to laugh at Elena and how she just speaks the language of the locals. However its hard not to, the amusement is in his eyes. He pauses though as he listens intentively, letting Elena and her pretty face and pretty money handle this little questioning.

"Not dancing," The girl says. "There were some people around I don't remember too good. But there was this one dark haired girl who just /stood/ there. Just stood there staring straight ahead, not runnin', not scared, just standin' there. She had real pretty eyes. Dunno why I remember the eyes, just that they were pretty. Can't even remember the color. You think up crazy shit when you are in that, hold on to it."

It wasn't much to go on, but she'll take anything she can get. Elena hands over another bill. "What'd she look like?" Dark haired, but she wants a description - see if the girl she was talking to noticed anything about this girl that was staring at the cyclone. It could be anything, she could've been stunned at seeing something like that, but what was odd was that she just -stood- there, instead of just….staring at what was happening for a bit, and then -run-. "Save for the eyes and the dark hair. Like…was she young? Old?"

"She was a teenaged kid. Our age," the girl says. Her gray sneaker tap tap taps against the concrete as she thinks. "There was some other girl too, blonde. She was breakin' up a fight between some young guy and one of the drug dealers. Damn tornado's comin' down and they're starting a god damn rumble, and that crazy white chick out there tryin' to stop it."

"….." That was interesting. Elena hands the girl another bill. "The blonde our age too? What did she look like?" Two bills for that one as they were two questions, but these were all pretty vague. A brunette with pretty eyes, and a blonde who tried to break up a fight. That's pretty weird.

The girl tucks the bills away as quickly as Elena makes them appear, and looks frustrated. "Don't know. I remember in flashes. I was running for my life at the time. I remember more—the noise. It don't really sound like no freight train. It sounds like the Devil done come down for his dance, that's what it sound like. Crap shatterin' everywhere, car alarms goin' off, people screamin', and the wind itself making that noise. And then it's all just gone. Just like that. Done."

She nods, and hands the two bills out. "Anything else you could remember?" Elena asks. Her catch-all question.
Brunette with pretty eyes. Blonde with a altrustic streak. Sounds like people he should know. However Eric just frowns slightly at the description and the followup there. A noise. Wind don't make the noise she's describing. He shakes his head slightly. He dosn't really like where this is all going.

The girl takes the bills and tucks them away as well. "No," she says, shaking her head. "It was all over, real fast."

Behind them, Ramon grimaces.

"I don't know what happened to any of the other people who were there that day. I didn't see any of them again after that. I'd have remembered, if I had."

"Yeah…" Elena says softly, stepping back to her group and rubbing the back of her neck. "Not much to go on, but we can try…at least we have a couple of descriptions." She looks around. "It's getting dark - we shouldn't be here."

"Agreed on that," Eric murmurs as he glances around. Granted the dark dosn't matter to him but it does to everyone else. He drops into his nightvision for just a moment to scan the shadows, make sure everything is clear. If it is he just nods towards Ramon. "…I think we've got everything. Lets get out of here."

Ramon nods his head, turning to go. He rasps, "Maybe with that Dezi can get more. She was trying to get drunk to get more visions, Elena. Perhaps you and Cass can help her figure out something more productive. If /I/ focus better with a specific target, maybe she will too. Or maybe you can bring it to Peter so it will churn through his brain and he can paint something. She was staring at the bad stuff to come. I'd kind of like to find the points at which we can do a damn thing about it."

She doesn't react, but Elena looks over at Ramon and nods. "I can induce a high on her - but I don't want her to get dependent on it," she says quietly. "I think I touched on something while I was working with her. Maybe if I refine it…" She nods. "Yeah, let's go." And with that, she follows, falling a step between her father and Eric.

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