11039/Motel Schmotel

Motel Schmotel
Date of Scene:	10 February 2020
Location:	Motel 6, North Harlem
Synopsis:	Dean comes to North Harlem. Trouble follow him, and demons happen to show up. So do Katsumi and Michelle, too.
Cast of Characters:	Michelle Docherty, Dean Winchester, Bakeneko, Deadzone

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Michelle Docherty has posed:
     The heavy rumbling of the tow trucks big diesel engine thumps slower and eventually stops at Michelle kills the engine. He notes the usual quick fluttering of various curtain windows at the Motel 6. It means there ARE vehicles with notes past due in this parking lot. But he doesn't have a New York liscence yet. Nope, he isn't here on business. He is calling it a day after canvasing New York's industrial disctrict for work - to no no avail. He puts his head on the steering wheel for a moment and lets out a sigh, "C'mon Docherty, we can do this. Just gotta find her and get back on your feet big guy." He shakes off the moment and climbs down from his truck, headed across the parking lot to his blue door with the brass 666 numbering on it.

Dean Winchester has posed:
There's a figure roaming the lot, clad in sunglases, jeans, a leather jacket, boots on. Hands in his pockets, five o'clock shadow. Dean's going by an alias today, he's traced leads to this motel. Ah, the hunter life. Problem is, he wasn't told the room number. If anything though, thta's not a problem. With Baby stashed away safe, Daen's roaming the lot watching the curtains, then the tow truck pulling in. With a gun under his jacket, Dean's ready for anything really. Stepping toward the truck, he watches Michelle with a silent look, then shrugs. Just another poor bastard doing their civic duty.

"Somebody's gotta take out the trash" he mutters to himself, "Poor guy's got a tow truck" he sighs, then spins and heads for Michelle.

"Hey" he calls over.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     The big bear had noted the semi-clean drifter eye him and walk his way, and so wasn't too surprised when the callout happened. "Whats up?" A big friendly bellow. Michelle stops in the parkinglot and obviously checks his surroundings for any "extra's" that may be lurking. Not the first time someone's tried to mug him, probably won't be the last. But it could also be some guy needing a battery jump.

Bakeneko has posed:
When suddenly!

A second floor door opens towards the corner of the motel, and out steps a girl of obvious Asian descent. Dressed quite unseasonally in skirt and tanktop, it's a wonder she isn't freezing - and the punky knee-high boots, fingerless gloves, and choker aren't doing much to compensate. With the door still open behind her, she leans forward against the railing with her forearms, back arched and one boot perched on toe-point. Long, silky hair gently ruffles in the breeze, wistful and entirely too much like an 80's music video.

The pose lasts for a few long seconds; long enough to cast a lazy look around the parking lot and mentally curse her luck for being here. She went from a Manhattan four-star to... this. All for the sake of penching pennies and being careful. Ugh.

Suddenly, her lower half swings into the air, lighting upon the outer edge of the landing. And from there, she drops down to the parking lot level - a considerable height, but not inhuman. Her arm is cast down against her thigh, denying any opportunistic upskirting, and she lands in a neat, if over-dramatic crouch.

Dean Winchester has posed:
$RDean looks up seeing the door open and....wolf whistles. Great. Just great. Flicking his gaze back to the guy who hopped outta the tow truck, Dean grins. "Hey, what's up?" he asks, then turns his eyes to the Asian woman. Watching her, Dean winks, and keeps his other eye on Michelle. "So, you drive a tow truck huh?" he asks.

Real smart, Dean. Did he skip grade school to go hunting?

"Cause I'll pay you to move these cars off the lot"

Dean's got Baby stashed away, and oh yeah, he's packing more fake IDs than a nightclub crowd of college kids. Dean goes by a different name every hour, it looks like.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Docherty's face flickers to a quick disapproving look when he hears the wolf whistle but it settles back to a friendly smile. He takes two steps back so both the stage diving Asian and the drifter can easily be seen without turning his head. This was weird. "Do you own this Motel? And I'm not licensed here in New York yet. I have an application in... But moving," he takes a quick count, "Nine vehicles to an impound lot will take some time. Like four or five hours. Which ones are parked illegal here?"

     He nods at the lady, then in an obviously polight effort focuses his attention at dean. He is trying to hard not to look at the lil cutie.

Bakeneko has posed:
Wolfwhistles. That doesn't even faze her. Katsumi Oshiro, Punk Princess of the wrestling world, the bombastic bombshell, has had /so many eyes/ on her, it's more like a security blanket these days. Gives her all the warm fuzzies. So unlike some women who would rail against such attention, the punkette is more likely to have fun with it.

Hell, her job is to roll around on national television in what could be charitably described as a sporty swimsuit.

However, what she overhears upon landing certainly gets a sharp reaction from her. Suddenly standing ramrod straight and hands balled into small fists at her sides, she shouts, "Don't tow my ****ing car!"

Her vehicle is a baby blue rental. Nothing special. But she's not about to let a couple grifters get her in trouble with the rental company!

Dean Winchester has posed:
Listening to her, Dean sighs. "Okay, okay, look, you're not past your..." he says and looks her up and down with a sigh. "You're not past...what the the...what...what are you wearing?" he addds, sighing again. "It's cold out. You're wearing that?" he asks. "Don't you have a jacket or something to stay warm in?"

Looking over to Michelle, Dean shrugs. "Nine cars. Five hours. You work fast, dude" he nods, gesturing to the truck. "No licene to tow here? Shame, bud, shame. You could make bank towing cars." he shrugs and looks back to Katsumi with a grin. "Grab a jacket, girl. It's cold out here. And don't worry on your car. It's going nowhere"

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     To Michelle, drifter is obviously confused about how towing works. "I don't think you understand. YOU don't pay for the tow. Towed at owner's expense - does that phrase ring a bell? Why do you need the parking lot empty?" Michelle paces back to his truck and pulls a work jacket out of one of the tool lockers behind the Boom Arm mount. He walks towards the little lady and offers it, but he is looking at Dean. The jacket is so large it would cover the tiny girl almost to her knees. "No one is towing your car little lady. I don't think this gentleman even works here."

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro's posture shifts, hips cocked and arms folding over her bust. A slender obsidian eyebrow cocks at Dean, with a quick glance back to the much bigger, burlier fellow. But he's moving towards the truck for some reason. It's fine.

"Sorry, /dad/, but you already bought everything from the Domestic Disturbance Outlet," she snaps.

The big fellow approaches with a jacket, and Katsumi sharply raises a hand in decline. "Easy, Double Stuff'd. If I wanted a jacket, don't you think I would've /worn/ one?" The hand lowers, pressing fist into palm. "And whoever the f*** this goon is," she says, nodding towards Dean while addressing Michelle, "He better already know I'm ready to beat wholesale ass. I've had a stupid week, and I am /so/ ready to make it everyone's problem."

Michelle Docherty has posed:
Michelle chuckles, he likes this one, all spitfire and hellbringer. He throws the jacket over his shoulder and walks back up to Dean, a smiling, but questioning look on his face.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean folds his arms at Katsumi's snapping. "Yeah I hear you" he says. "The whole block knows you've had a crappy week. You gonna scream it to Jersey too?" he asks. "In other words, quit snapping at me, will ya?" he says and turns his attention to Michelle.

"Yah?" he asks, shrugging. "What you looking for?" he asks simply. Simple question.

Simple question. Dean's not simple. He shrugs, and steps back and off to the side from Michelle.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
"So are you wanting all these car's TOWED, or do you just want them out of THIS parking lot. Cuz if you want em all out, I'll make a bet with you that I can do it while moving only one or two cars... but the'll mostly end up in -THAT- parking lot." Michelle points at the Jack-In-The-Box parking lot adjacent to the motel. "But it will cost you a bit." Michelle's wallet was woefully empty, and this guy seemed to be needing something relatively harmless, and relatively easy to do.

Bakeneko has posed:
"Why?," asks Katsumi, body language still confrontationally on edge. "Is Jersey gonna f*** with my car, too? I can take Jersey, it ain't so tough." Is she joking? Is she serious? She's playing it terribly straight. Of note, her handle of English is exceptionally proficient. Her girlishly pitchy voice carries only the faintest coloring of a Japanese accent.

Michelle now offering to clear the lot keeps her lingering and quite cross. She doesn't trust this situation at all!

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Tell you what. I'll buy you both food from Jack in the Box over there" he offers with a nod. "You're not playing fair, bud" he adds to Michelle. "You clear the lot, you tow them anyway. So what do you want food wise?" he adds with a look. "You don't need to wager. I'll buy you guys food either way" he smirks, gesturing over to the neighboring parking lot, setting off with a walk there. "C'mon, not every day you get some dude buying you food, right?" he adds, putting his shades back on. Dean's got a certain....stylre. he turns and baits them some more. "You two coming, or are you going to push the cars outta the lot?" he asks, a certain tone in his voice.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     Old Dorcherty cuts dean off for a second. "500 bucks I'll clear the lot." He says in a serious tone.

     Partially surprised, Dean quickly jumps at the offer, "500 bucks? Done."

     "You still have to deal with the lady over there for her car." He motions and quickly strides over to his truck, pulls out a hard hat, clip board and yellow safety vest which he plops on un-cerimonously, and strides all the way into Jack-in-the-box. Before Dean and Katsumi can really react, he is back out of the fast food joint and strides without saying anything, into the Motel 6 managers office. For a big man, he moves quick on his feet.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro's bright magenta eyes widen as things just get tossed around and discussed in front of her - things that might impact her rental car! She doesn't even have time to respond to the invitation of food, which was jarring and unexpected as it is. But she gets the confirmation she's looking for as Michelle takes his leave. They intend to mess with her car. Her expression darkens into a stubborn scowl.

As soon as Dean looks back to her, he'll be greeted with a surly, "****. You." She might take some convincing.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean looks to Katsumi. "You offering?" he asks. Oh he loves mouthing off and pushing buttons. Especially pretty Asian women. Dean cants his head with a smirk. He steps back, eyes locked on her. "Your damn rental car isn't going anywhere" he says, arms folded. Watching her, he sighs. "If I was gonna screw with your car, I'd have done it already. Your car's untouched. So sit your happy little ass down and think for a moment" he says, leaving it at that.

Bakeneko has posed:
"Oh yeah. It's an offer." The fist still planted into her palm tightens, with a single knuckle-pop. "/My/ way." Which is probably violent and unpleasant. At least, that's the message she's trying to get across. It'd help if more knuckles popped, but it's hard to do that on demand.

Either way, she doesn't appear to trust him too much. After all, there's a certain logical conundrum to contend with here! "How're you planning on clearing the lot with my car sitting right there?," she asks, pointing behind her. Baby blue sedan, minding its own business, not hurtin' nobody. "And why the Hell are you needing the lot clear, anyway?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Violence? Dean's not scared. Instead, he looks amused. "How will /I/ clear the lot? Trick question, dollface" he offers with a nod. He grins, watching her with a smirk.

"So. Whatcha gona do? Oh I'm not the one towing vehicles or driving a tow truck, am I? That's that big guy. So" Dean grins, looking bored. He's all but baiting her now to do something. If she throws the first punch, Dean can claim self defense after all. In a war of words....Dean has ammunition for days. For literal days.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro slowly narrows her eyes on him. Her fist is no longer planted in her palm, but rather propped against her hip. "...You're f***ing with me, right? Like, you know how money works? We're still in a part of America that gets, like, transactions, aren't we? You pay Big'un over there money, he does your bidding. So if I want my car not messed with, I stop the money flow." She motions towards Dean. "That means you, crewcut. Am I goin' too fast for ya? Do I need a banjo before you're tuned in, or are we on the same page now?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Or you tell me and I'll give him an extra 50 to not tow your car" Dean says. This is sliding towards shakedown territory. But he's going with it. Oh, Dean is /going/ with it. He's smart, and oh yeah he's stupid rolled into one. But he's set on this and not changing his stance. "C'mon. FIfty to not get your car towed is a steal" he grins, looking amusedly at Katsumi. Shaking a finger at her he grins with a wicked smirk.

Bakeneko has posed:
"Think I'd rather just kick your ass and let you have to explain to the Bigness why there's one car to avoid," replies Katsumi. And at this point, she's advancing. Dean has presumably been in enough scraps to know the body language and fiery resolve when he sees it; Katsumi is a scrapper, and she means to resolve this in her native tongue. That native tongue isn't Japanese. And unless he moves or throws up some defenses, there's a very abrupt and forceful haymaker in his imminent future.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean sighs. "You really wanna do this?" he asks, moving on the balls of his feet. If she wants to kick his ass. So be it. She'll have a fight on her hands from somebody who, you know, kicks the crap outta demons for a living. Plus there's the two Bowie knives in his hands too. Shaking a knife at her. Dean's done playing. "You back down right now, girl. I'm not in the mood for your threats. We good?" he asks. Yeah, he carries /knives/ with him. Which is good.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
A huge bellowing voice echoes across the parking lot, "CITY utilities. Move your car, Jack-In-The-Box Parking Lot..." Michelle had stepped outside the office and spotted the two near brawlers. It looked like she was gearing up to fight first, and he was reacting to it. Womenâ??s lib he guesses. That and she looked kinda familiar, and something told him she knew how to fight... Where had he seen her before?

     "CITY utilities. Move your car, Jack-In-The-Box Parking Lot! Just for tonight, Move it or I will move it for ya!" He starts going down the line of blue doors and gently pounds *thudthudthud* on each door bellowing like some strange town crier. A few people scramble out of their rooms to see Michelle, looking like some construction worker. A few rush down to their cars.

Bakeneko has posed:
Knives? /Knives/? Katsumi is now worried, as she's obviously an unarmed woman, but that also visibly ticks her off. "We good!?," she demands. "/We good/!? You're nothing but a two-bit scumbag trying to hustle people!"

The shouting gets her attention, sparing but a glance over her shoulder to see people rousing out of their rooms. She's very aware that the claim being made is a false one. But it's hard to mask what's going on in the parking lot. Her, versus a dude with knives. They definitely have an audience of people now. Cops might even be called before long.

The most important thing, however, is the audience. That's energizing. That focuses her. Gives her a little extra je ne sais quoi, and it puts a wicked little smile on her face. Stepping to the side, she yanks the metallic lid off a trash can, holding the handle in one hand and bracing it with the other like a wide, round shield. She doesn't take a direct approach to Dean, but rather prowls around him at a confident pace, studying him, his posture, any twitch or twinge of nerves.

"WELCOME TO THE SHOW!," the girl shouts without taking her eyes off the obvious threat. "Who wants to see this jackwagon get wrecked by a girl, ah!?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's ready. He's /so/ ready as she grabs a trash can lid. Stepping to the side, he's done this a million times before, a thought crosses his mind. Are there demons that,y'know, use trash can lids as shields? That's new. He does though sheath his knives. There's a gun under his jacket if he needs it too, but no, he's happier punching and brawling and mixing several martial arts to make his point. A very loud, violent point nonetheless

Michelle Docherty has posed:
As Docherty finishes the line of doors on the bottom level, he sees the two about to throw down. One is his payday, which he desperately needs, the other a feisty unreasonable element of chaos, who might get hurt. And he knows where the problem is in this equation. "Aww hell" he mutters under his breath and gingerly strides right between him. He looks left, then looks right, and then at Katsumi, "I'll give you a quarter of what this guy is payin me if you play nice. If you're here you're in the same boat I'm in right?"

Bakeneko has posed:
All eyes on them, Katsumi sneers when the knives are put away. Well, screw that. The trashcan lid is staying right there in her grasp. He turned up the heat with those knives, so now things are going hardcore. "I'm about to beat your ass so hard, you're gonna have to relearn basic shapes and colors!"

Her boots plant on the asphalt. Those bright magenta eyes narrow, and a toothy, wild grin appears on her face. This is more like it. No wonder she's felt so out of her element since that show. She's been missing the adrenaline rush of an actual fight; conflict. Her native habitat. And she's suddenly launching forward, preparing to bash her 'shield' against her adversary - when suddenly a surprise Michelle pops in! It takes considerable physical control and awareness to pivot mid-rush, turning the lid aside and instead presenting a much less impactful shoulder. Her leg extends, boot-heel catching the asphalt below in a skid that brings her momentum down. In the end, the girl is in a lower position, right leg outstretched and balanced with her weight on the left, her lid-shield presented defensively up at Michelle.

"What!? That douche just tried to extort me!," she snaps. She's pretty sure that's what it's called. "Or blackmail, or whatever! I'm not moving S*** to help some criminal dirtbag!"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean is down for this. That's when the roar of an engine is heard. There's a soccer mom type minivan speeding towards them, it's doing at least 35 or 40, and it's swinging into the lot seeming to aim for them. Dean gets the hint and runs for cover. Which is to say.....six feet to the left, and behind Katsumi's rental. Okay. That's just not playing nice, Dean. Nor is the minivan driver aiming for them. Dean's doing his thing, and....doesn't get time to react. The minivan smacks into a parked car, bounces off it and shoves the car toward Michelle's tow truck. Still going a fair speed, the van heads for the rental. Dean's in get the eff out mode and running away, though the minivan's backing as fast as it can, which....isn't that quick. The driver comes out with a baseball bat swinging it wildly. It's like he's on something. Dean spots him and goes sprinting towards them.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     "What the hell?" Michelle is stunned for a minute. A car wreck, followed by some druggie coming out swinging with a baseball bat. "You okay?" he asks Katsumi in reflex as his brain processes the rest of scene. Trying to figure out a course of action. Initially he would have run towards the minivan to check on the driver, but that driver is up and headed for Dean, and Michelle wasn't sure if it was his place to get in the middle of it. It's only a baseball bat, and he can break it up if it gets too bad.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro doesn't get anything approaching a response to her demands. Dean is still trying to extort money out of her, he still pulled a knife on her, and he's still up to something nefarious. This other guy - well, who knows? She doesn't have enough time to really work through anything beyond that when a minivan comes tearing down the road. Her posture straightens, focus shifting; it's likely some drug deal for Mr. Leather Jacket here!

Of course the minivan kareens into the parking lot. She anticipated that, and it's a good thing, as she would've been in its direct path had she not had the reflexes and forethought to dive aside out of the way. She lands on the trashcan lid, sliding an extra foot of distance with it before turning over into a seated position.

Dean ran behind her rental. Of course he did. But at least the vehicle stopped before hitting it.

She scrambles to her feet and recollects the trashcan lid just as the occupant comes out, swinging a baseball bat. "The f*** kind of trailer park s*** is this?," puzzles the Japanese girl. Should she intervene? What's even going on here?

A stray glance to the sky confirms a setting sun. There's a subtle uptick of a smirk at the corner of her lips.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean watches, as he gets to them, the bat swinging. Watching the baseball bat wielding guy Dean is ready for a fight. He sniffs the air. Sulfur. Well then. Demon. Not much sulfor, very low power demon....so, Dean watches them all. Instead of fighting Michelle or Katsumi...there's a common enemy. The baseball bat swings and whips through the air, missing them all. Dean leaps back, watching IT.

Dean gritss his teeth, the bat slashing through the air, as he's wanting to protect them all. Dean's looking ready to beat down the guy. If in doubt....well....do your hunter thing.

Which is what he's doing now, ready for a fight.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     Michelle notes the 20 yards between him and Mr. Minivan, and the 10 yard gap to his right that was closing as Dean was scrambling his way. Katsumi was somewhere behind him when she rolled off. It was an open stretch of asphalt to the Bat-wielding-man, and his pistol was in the truck, another 60 yards way. People who were coming out to move their cars stopped and looked from their open doors of the motel, several of them on their phones, obviously calling 9-1-1, and the rest scrambled from the parking lot.
     â??Mother Fucker just hit mah car!â?? a man yells as he runs out of room wearing tighty whities and a wife beater "Yo, Asshole," he screams as he rushes the dude from the front and stops not but 8 feet out, "You just hit my car!" A single step and a long overhead swing, and the poor man was now 6 inches shorter, the spine of his neck having been collapsed from a blunt strike to the crown of his head, a new clean divit in the skull.

     "Fuck. We are in PCP territory here." Michelle whispers cocks his head to the side. His face persus for the moment, then he starts walking in earnest in a semicircle towards his truck. He needed his pistol from the glove compartment.

Bakeneko has posed:
Everything is happening quickly. Katsumi is already feeling the boost of adrenaline from anticipating a fight, but the increase in energy might also be due to other, less human things. There's another quick glance to the setting sun. Then to the trashcan lid she's holding.

A whack, a squealch, and a person who is no doubt dead. This just turned horrific.

And in that next instant, the trashcan lid is whistling through the air like a metallic discus, bearing in towards the side of the psychopath's head. The lid doesn't weigh much, even with subtly enhanced force from the throw, but the impact would certainly be enough to bowl over most humans, if not knock some out. What it might do to this individual, we'll see! If it even hits!

As to where it came from - is there even a doubt? "Hey, d***nose! Private party!"

Deadzone has posed:
Still making his way towards Dean, the demon looks over to the people in the motel and offers them a finger gun and a wink. "Be sure to get my good side," he calls out to the people taking pictures with their cell phones.

The trashcan lid hits the guy right in the temple, leaving a bloody gash, but having only thrown his head to the side. "That's right, girly. Kill the meat suit. I don't mind. I'll just find me another." He blows his lovely assailant a kiss for her efforts.

He points the bat at Dean then. "You know it's you I'm here for, right? Let's play ball." See, this demon has a theory. All those other higher level demons are always trying to play the smart game. The espionage, the sneaking around. When was the last time a demon just walked up to one of the Winchesters and just clocked them upside the head? See? Sometimes it pays to work hard and not work smart.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean looks to the demon, and sighs. "You know your boss doesn't want you to undermine his efforts, right? All this sneaking around, subtle. You come in, clock me on the head. It messes up his plans. It puts him out of work. It puts you as a sacrifice to him" Dean says slowly and carefully, watching Katsumi and Michelle out the corner of his eye. Digging in his pocket, Dean pulls outt a tiny perfume bottle. One of those ones somebody uses to spray under their arms. Dean sighs, and holds it up. "Know what this is?" he asks. "Actually" he says sniffing the air. "What the hell have you eaten. You stink. Smelly demon, smelly demon, what do they feeed you?" he asks in a sing song voice. Yeah. he just went there. He watches the demon fanning the air with his hand to rile up said demon. "Damn, is that the Jack in the Box special? Oh hell no. Those two will be stinking up the motel. What the actual fuck?" Dean asks. He jogs away from the demon and turns to face it. "You picked the wrong friend of yours. Did you have to get somebody who looks like a reject from a crap 90s ghetto movie? I mean. Come on. Have some stylewill you?" he asks. The talking's doing two things. One. Buying time. Two, getting the demon focused on Dean. He looks to Katsumi and then to Michelle. "Got any duct tape in that truck?" he asks suddenly. The perfume bottle goes back in his zipped up pocket. Instead, out comes a pine scented air freshener. Hey, ther's really not that much of a sulphur smell. But Dean's trying his bst to rile up the demon. So, plan is to hang the air freshenr off the demon's ear

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     Michelle ignores the request for duct tape. There was a PCP addict and the drifter talking mumbo jumbo at each other. He circles around the front of his truck to the passenger side, unlocks the door, and fishes a large caliber four cylinder revolver, more of a miniature hand cannon than gun, from its holster in the glove box. It takes him a little bit of time, he is peeking over the hood and taking note of what everyoneâ??s doing while he retrieves his reliable lock-hammer.

Bakeneko has posed:
WHANG!

The trashcan lid is right on target, opens up a nice little wound, but - okay, really? That was supposed to knock the person down. Granted, Katsumi just saw what they did to someone with a baseball bat, but a girl can hope! And normally, this would urge her to take a more drastic and direct approach, but for something that gives her pause.

What did that person just say? Kill the meat suit? That's not something a sane person says. It's not something even a crazy person says, is it? The extra-strong power on display, the lessened reaction to the metal whapping him on the head - something's not right here.

Katsumi's brow knits, vivid magenta gaze shifting from the target to Dean - who appears to be chatting the person up - and Michelle. The latter one has produced a gun. "Whoa-whoa, wait, Big'un!," she shouts over. "Something's not right!"

Another look is cast to the sky. The sun's still going down, and she's pretty sure that means her weird powers are stirring more. Is it enough? Will if suffice? For once, a look of genuine worry crosses her face.

She swallows hard.

And she's off!

A full sprint carries her from her adjacent position to the suspicious person in remarkably little time, and the approach is nothing more than an outright football tackle meant to bear the target down to the asphalt. From behind, if she can manage it! Either way, she's working with mildly enhanced strength and speed, hoping to capitalize on both of those in holding Deranged Sammy Sosa down, intent on grabbing at the baseball bat to try to control the weapon.

Deadzone has posed:
The demon growls softly as Dean keeps walking away. "I thought I was sent after one of the great Winchester brothers. Bane of demon and angel kind alike. What in heaven is this? You turning into some sort of song and dance man?" He hits the pavement with the bat in anger. "Come at me!" he roars angrily.

And then the song from FRIENDS starts and he looks over to Michelle. "Is this guy for real?" he asks them. "Did one of you two slip something in his beer? What the heaven is this?!" He looks back to Dean, still walking towards him as Dean dances about, "I am gonna mess you up so bad that you'll be beggin me ta kill you, boy," he tells Dean.

The weird guy that is saying the even weirder things is focussed on Dean. So, it would make logical sense that Katsumi's attack should be able to hit him. Right? It's just logical! And so, when instead he simply steps out of the way and grabs the lithe little creature by the throat, it is safe to say that it is rather surprising. The demon possessed human sniffs at the girl he has by the throat. "Oh, I like you. Fiesty. Just the sorta people we like down below. We like to break you. Like stallions." He looks over to Dean, shaking Katsumi by the throat. "I think I'll take this one back home with me. What do you say, Winchester? Fight me or I take this one back to hell and watch her scream and curse your name for all eternity."

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     Old man Docherty shouts incoherently, "StoporI'llshoot, StoporI'llshoot, StoporI'llshoot" in one loud billowing breath, almost comical in tone.

     He takes a quick steady inhale and with both hands takes carefull aim. He has every intention of shooting this druggie in the head, no matter what he does, surrender, charge, dance the Makarena. An extra moment, a semi-brief pause, exhale and then shoot. Katsumi was on the ground, out of direct sight, Dean was still far to his left as the demon approached him. Lead time should be minimal, and "Bat-man" wasn't moving as fast as some of the boars this heavy chunk of iron was designed to take down. There was a thick brick wall behind his target, the back of a grocery store. The slug shouldnâ??t penetrate a full block cinderblock, and if it did, it was likely a storage room for the grocery store.

     A slow squeeze and big bag.

Bakeneko has posed:
Oh, that didn't go right. Are her powers not kicking in yet? Katsumi is just caught by the neck, restrained and momentarily paralyzed in surprise. Heck, even without powers, she's formidable. So, enhanced strength on this bugger? Check. Not quite the person it looks like? That's a definite maybe.

There's a loud gunshot from the left, and Katsumi's heart immediately sinks. She felt the reverberation from the impact, but the bullet didn't hit /her/. It definitely hit the person holding her, however.

It's kind of numbing, being in the middle of this. It's pure chaos, nothing is making sense, and it escalated from beating up some two-bit hood with more money than sense to whatever the Hell /this/ is. And Hell might be the operative word, given what he- it?- is saying. But that numbness turns into raw energy as instincts begin to kick in. Hands grip onto the wrist holding her neck for balance. The squeeze keeps her from giving any retorts, and to be fair, her mind is far too much a jumble to be snapping off quips anyway. There's an objective; get free. She can work with that, and fortunately, there's been enough training to see her through.

Legs tuck in beneath her, then thrust out in a standing dropkick, aimed to blast her heels into the offender's torso. Only at the point of impact does she release her grip on the wrist. In the end, she'd be hitting the asphalt on her back. But the impact of the kick - especially after a gunshot wound - would be far more damaging than her controlled drop.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean looks to the demon. "Ya. I'm for real" he says, and just says five words. "God will not like you" he says simply, hands in his pockets. "Besides, you let tha tgirl go. She's out of your league" he adds and is getting out the way of that bullet. Nope. No desire to die tonight. The archangels wil not be happy with it...

Though that is giving him a chance to run to find his car, and more importantly....arm up. Literally. he has a crucifix around his neck under his shirt. Producing it, he holds it out to the demon. "Oh look at this. Yeahh" he says finally. He's enjoying the hunt a little /too/ much it seems...

Deadzone has posed:
There is a loud crack in the air, the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. Anyone who has ever heard one will never mistake a car backfiring for one. Ever. There is the acrid smoke of the flintlock in the air. Michelle has hit his mark and the miss the antique has made in the demon's meat suit is, well in his opinion at least, delightful!

The man is still standing! How is that even possible? There is a hole in his back that is so large as to hint at the cinderblock on the other side of him. Instead, he just turns to look behind him slowly and smiles a shit eating grin. He drops the baseball bat in his hand, staggers on his feet, wipes at the blood at the exit wound and licks his fingers clean. Everything seems to be going in slow motion.

"Now look what you gone and done, hoss! Went and murdered an innocent human that was stupid enough to make a deal. And with all these witnesses too! Oh Yeah!" Even as he seems so cheerful about the situation, Katsumi kicks herself free from his failing grip and he is pushed towards Michelle. "That's okay though. We ain't done playin... " He staggers and falls to his knees on the ground. "I ain't got nothin but...."

The man then opens his mouth wide and a column of black smoke rises and swirls like a serpent, the man collapsing when it seems to all have exitted him. It twists and writhes and then flies over to the hotel. Straight into the mouth of a young prostitute that was just walking up the stairs with her john. She turns her head to look at the three down below in the parking lot. "Time," she continues what her previous host could not.

Michelle Docherty has posed:
     Michelle manually rotates the cylinder to the next firing position in stunned silence. He looks at the prostitute, then to the corpse he just made. What - The - Hell - Just -Happened? He doesn't point the heavy revolver at anyone. The big bear is convinced he just hallucinated the smoke wierd death speach.

     He looks at Katsumi, She was allright. He looked at Dean, He was allright. Then he looked back at the emaciated prostitute. And she was allright. But still looking at the three of them. "Woah Docherty, you're getting a little old to be playin hero aren't ya?" He says in a slow Texas drawl.

Bakeneko has posed:
Katsumi Oshiro is free! She lands neatly on the asphalt, and immediately twists over onto all fours - poised on fingertips and boot-toes. The aggressor has gone limp and lifeless. That wasn't from her kick. It couldn't have been. They were mid-sentence, and there was a black foggy whatzit going on. She won't be blaming herself for this tonight.

However.

"YOU F***ING PSYCHOPATH!," Katsumi shrieks at Michelle. "I SAID DON'T SHOOT!"

She's at her full height again and moving quickly for the stairwell. An accusing finger is pointed in Michelle's direction, "You even could've hit /me/!" The finger then points in Dean's direction, "And you! F*** you, too!" By this point, she's raging up on the second floor and moving towards her open door. "Both of you are way more dangerous to society than I /ever/ could be! God**** lunatics!"

The door is slammed shut. Inside, Katsumi is hurriedly gathering her scant belongings. There's no cway she's sticking around here for the aftermath. She's had enough bad exposure.