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[phaseshifter]

Characters: Angel, Rhys, Vaughn, the Cat and Lutha
Location: CLOWN HOUSE (building 42)
Date: Day 160 for meeting the Cat; Day 161 for shacking up with Lutha
Summary: Hypers meet catte. Hypers plus catte escape gross skag anomaly and find clowns. And Lutha. But mostly clowns.
Warnings: CLOWN HOUSE (will edit as needed)



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[hangfire]

[The blow lands solidly, knocking Lutha back with enough of a twist that his scarf loosens and falls from his face. The scars that claw their way all the way up past his jawline only make an ugly frame for how quickly the boy's cringe of pain snaps to a wild-eyed, furious scowl.

Without pause, he's back on his feet, pursuing Rhys until he's within arm's reach. His good hand finds Rhys' hair and pulls backwards as hard as he can, while what remains of his left arm hooks around Rhys' left arm, gripping it in the crook of his elbow and yanking it hard behind his back.]

[headjacked]

[ This is the most ridiculous shit Rhys has experienced. Within the last, like, few hours, anyway. He squeakyelps when Lutha yanks him back by the hair and pins his arm. Rather than shake Lutha off, he pivots, using his height to his advantage and shoving the possibly crazy guy against the nearest window, wedging it down with his weight.

He lets the anomaly slobbering against the glass do the talking for him. ]

[moneyman]

[ whoa, whoa, whoa—it takes him several overly-long moments to get inside and realize what the hell is happening. something hit Rhys in the head (imagine that!) and now he's fighting some dude and oh god that guy looks really pissed off. not only that, but are those... clowns? why is someone attacking Rhys with clowns? no, he won't stand for it. he's totally gonna break up this fight.

he has a stick, and he's only slightly afraid to use it. ]

Hey, cut it out! We're not here to get you. The monster is outside. See? [ vague arm motion at the lovely face pressing up against the other side of the window. ] You don't need to be throwing stuff at us!

[hangfire]

[While Lutha stands nearly at Rhys's height and has what appears to be a thicker build, it doesn't make up for the fact that he's already malnourished and not built for physical fighting. So when Rhys pins him down, he stays down... well, at least in theory. The anomaly slamming against the window gets the redhead to jump immediately, his grip against Rhys's hair yanking harder with a panicked kick of a boot against the back of one of Rhys' legs. Vaughn gets a belligerent glare shot his way.]

Ghhk-- then get him the fuck off of me--!!

[headjacked]

Stop messing with the hair and start acting like a productive member of society!

[ Rhys slams into Lutha and tries to pry his fingers away if and when he's stunned. The window rattles and the anomaly moves on, going for one that's unguarded. ]

Vaughn, Angel! Battle stations!!

[moneyman]

[ really? battle stations? what the hell are you even talking about, bro?

time to panic. ]

I don't know what that means!!

[hangfire]

You're the damn ones to bring a monster trailing at your heels--!!!

[Aaaand then the slam cracks his head against the glass, Lutha crumpling enough from the blow for Rhys to easily rip his fingers out of his hair. He can't manage a grip against Rhys's sleeve long enough with how his head now swims, but he still does try to jerk a knee up right between the other man's legs.]

[headjacked]

[ He forgets, in this moment, that Vaughn doesn't understand Anomaly Contingency Plan Alpha, which is totally not a name that he's made up on the spot.

Too bad that thought process is interrupted by a literal low blow. He antsy-pants-dances as far away as he can and avoids a direct hit, but there is still a decent degree of nutshot involved here.

Rhys pushes away from Lutha and doubles over, whimpering. Not cool, man. Not cool.

If the anomaly breaks in he hopes you are eaten. ]