Lonnie the Pyro

Brief Title:
Lonnie the Pyro

Characters:
Shadowcat, Phantasm, Lonnie Buscher (NPC)

Scene Runner/Watcher:

IC Date:
2010/01/19

Location:
Chelsea

Summary:
Phantasm and Shadowcat do surveilance of Lonnie Buscher breaking into a club. Shadowcat finds drugs, Phantasm finds Lonnie's 'present' for the club (time jump converted)

Social or Plot:
Social

TS:
Yes

Log:
-----==[ Chelsea - New York ]==-----------------------------------------------



The Chelsea neighborhood takes its name from a single building, now demolished for a century and a half - the birthplace of Clement Clark Moore. Somehow, the artistic element never quite went away - anchored by the presence of the Hotel Chelsea, a residential hotel that's housed artists from Mark Twain to Stanley Kubrick to Jimi Hendrix (and, most notoriously, played host to Sid Vicious's probable stabbing of his girlfriend). These days, Chelsea's back in the center of the New York art scene, as art galleries have started migrating northward from SoHo.

Chelsea is, however, still primarily residential, offering apartments, tenements, and renovated warehouses as housing options. Most of the businesses here cater to the locals.



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With temperatures in the high 30s with the wind tunnel effect of the city amplifying the winds that typically would be 16 miles per hour, it is freaking cold out. This is probably why there are few people out. That and it is well past time for any decent human being to be seeking entertainment as most of the clubs have since closed. Even if it is Saturday night.

The lack of crowd does make things simpler for one figure up above. Not sporting the usual avian form, Phantasm blends into the shadows above with his almost all black form. Crouched down, his visibility is almost none. Quietly he keeps watch over a solitary tall, thin blond man who is walking alone and taking his time.

Shadowcat beamed in via Ship with a lack of light. Lockheed on her shoulder she arrives in a couch wearing an unmarked uniform with her usual colors, black blue and silver. A sword and pack on her back and thermos in hand.

The hooded figure looks over to his new companion, giving the slightest of nods in greeting. The movement might not have been noticable had the two dots of light signifying his eyes bobbed with the motion. He looks back towards the blonde. A garish looking, clawed hand lifts, extending a finger to point towards the blonde man in indication. The blonde, is quite familiar looking.

Shadowcat scurried over in a couch before giving the hooded man a nod abs looks down at the blonde man "I've seen him before" she whispers. moving to look thru get pack for useful gadgets

Phantasm nods, "He's one of the ones we've linked. Don't have much on him though other than his love of fireworks."

As Phantasm whispers in response to Kitty, the blond man continues on his path down the street, pausing at the entrance of an alleyway to stoop down and fiddle with his shoelaces.

Shadowcat nods "and trading people's cars. Nightcrawler and I ran into him once, if we can get a vote of his face I might be able to do some research" taking out a tire way tablet and a small radio dish device hooked to a head set

Phantasm looks to the items being pulled out curiously before glancing back towards the blonde, taking note of how long the man's taking to supposedly tie his shoe. "Either he skipped pre-school fundamentals or he's stalling for something."

The blonde man's head tilts, looking around before he straightens up and ducks down the alleyway.

Shadowcat sets the dish up on a stand pointed at the blonde and slips the headset on as she plugs in a recorder. "I'd put my money on stalling.." pulling a laptop from her pack she pulls up the file on mr fireworks and starts her computer magic. After a bit she finds an address "Huh looks like Mr Fireworks is Lonnie Buscher, he's living at a halfway house...which means he should have a rap sheet"

At the mention of a halfway house, the hood tilts. "Or he's got mental issues, addiction issues, or some mix of the three." He straightens up, "I'm following." Stomping his foot down with no sound to accompany it, he pushes off, leaping over to another rooftop.

Shadowcat nods before reaching into a pocket and grinning "These might come in handy.." packing herself up she presses the round disc in her hand and pats Lockheed "what do you think Lockheed a lil tracking?" phasing herself and drain she dropped down along the wall without a sound.

With Kitty coming by ground and Phantasm following by rooftop, Lonnie's very well watched should he know it or not. Assuming himself to be alone, he stops at a door that serves as the back entrance of a club that's has served its last mixed drink hours ago. Club Vida. A rather nice club that's known for the live music acts it books. He idles a bit more, bending down to 'tie his shoe' once more. This guy has lousy luck with shoes it seems.

Shadowcat moves over phased using the shadows just in case, phasing thru the man she puts the tracker between two layers of clothing before slipping into the wall.

As Kitty pops through the wall, she finds herself in a storage room full of sealed crates.

Assured that no one is following him, Lonnie straightens up and soon turns towards the handle of the door. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small set of tools and focuses on the lock in front of him.

Phantasm fades into nothingness as he also makes his way down silently.

Shadowcat looks around before poking her face into one of the crates. Odd thing to find, you'd expect a storage closet or something not crates.

The inside of the crate is very dark as it is sealed shut.

As Kitty looks into the darkness, Lonnie starts picking the lock to the door.

Shadowcat knows she doesn't have much time so she reaches into her pocket for an led flashlight and phases her hand into the crate to look inside. once she had a quick look she phases back out thru the wall after putting a tracker inside the crate.

A bag of weed, a bag of weed, that's all a druggy really ne- Nah, just kidding. Kitty doesn't find weed. But, she does spot several plastic wrapped bricks of something wrapped tightly with plastic and duct tape.

There is a click of the latch as Lonnie manages to undo the lock and he starts opening the door cautiously.

Shadowcat heard the click and phases out of the crate and steps thru the wall with Lockheed. Once outside she looks for phantasm.

With Phantasm not being visible, Shadowcat's left looking around for a bit. It is rather quiet out here.

Shadowcat didn't want to be seen hanging around and tip someone off so she moved around to a fire escape and made her way quickly and quietly up to the roofs.

Minutes pass by and soon Lonnie leaves the building, closing the door behind him as he goes. Glancing both ways to make sure he's not spotted, he makes his way out to the main street, quickly.

Shadowcat crouches down on the roof and looks toward Lonnie before whispering for phantasm.

There is no response yet. But should she look to the club door, she'd find the door opening and some sort of device floating out of the opened doorway. A trashcan lid is lifted and the device is chucked inside before being sealed up again.

Shadowcat raises an eyebrow at the floating objects but she waits for him and pulls out s device to check that her trackers are working.

As the door to the club swings shut, the trash can's side can be seen expanding a little before tendrils of smoke start sneaking out from the newly formed gaps. There's another pause before a voice speaks up from behind Shadowcat. "He was trying to torch the place. Left a card too."

Shadowcat blinks at the trashcan before turning around on the balls of her feet "That's kind of odd, maybe sending a message to the competition. crates were inside filled with plastic and duct tape wrapped bricks"

"It's not competition." Phantasm corrects with a sigh, "Looks like the Order's got their second wind."

Shadowcat hmms thoughtfully "So this order kills 'dragons'? What 'dragon' is in the club?" the questions getting an unpleasant rumble from Lockheed on her shoulder

No entry for 'not pale.'.

Phantasm grumbles before turning visible...ish. "Come-on. I'll give you the details..."

~Fin~

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