RP: The Fringe [Chapter 4.0] - Dawn

"Sure, sorry about that" Tam said before he turned to look at the guy trying to make some half assed threats. "Who's gonna knock his teeth out? You little man or somebody else?" Tam asked in a strangely calm voice.

"Yeah you're right, I'm sorry about your friend." Seth replied glaring at the man, all the ice still present in his voice. He took a couple steps to the side all the while watching the man. 'This man is just really sad and pathetic. I almost feel sorry for him.' He thought to himself.

"9" Diner

As Tam chimed in his support, the gaunt man now saw that he was outnumbered three-to-one, at least one of which he obviously wasn't sure he could take on despite his most valiant (or desperate) attempts to conceal it. His beady, lifeless-looking eyes darting between the Gartagen, the Lorath, and the Nepleslian seemingly at random for a few seconds, he pressed his thin, birdlike lips together tightly and gave Seth a curt nod, seemingly satisfied. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he snipped, and jerked his head to the side at his companions, inviting them to move along.

The blond who originally took exception to Seth's "groping" didn't relent, however, snatching her arm away from the gaunt man. "Oh, stop bein' just a fuckin' pussy, Gaz," she sneered, levelling an angry stare at her escort before defiantly glaring back up at Seth, not appearing the least bit intimidated. Evidently the young lady was either too oblivious to recognize the fact that numbers were not on her side, or she was exceptionally confident in the sickly man's abilities. She sneered derisively at Seth, looking him over as if he were an insect. "You can take this loser. Kick his ass and teach him a lesson already."

"Ma'am he doesn't want to do that. I was kind enough to give him one out already and you better believe that it won't happen again." Seth said to the blonde. 'These people are oblivious,' He thought to himself. His eyes shifted from the blonde to the man, sizing him up. Seth moved his right foot back and bent his knees slightly as to be a little more ready in case the man decided to fight. "Well mister, are we done here?" he asked Gaz.

Diner "9"

The commotion going on behind Six Four was almost to much for it to ignore. But seeing as it was confident in its companions, as well as the other individual who was drawn into this situation, the Freespacer paid no heed to the bimbos and Sickly man as it preoccupied its attention to a glass display case full of tasty pastries. The Doctor never really was one for baked good, unlike its biological relation who had gone out of her way to learn how to bake the things, but for some reason a certain chocolate pasty was speaking to her as it would.

Diner "9"

Shrie just sighed. It seemed that it will be resolved in a fight after all. She did not know the man that talked to them that well though, so she did not see a reason to help out unless there would be a danger of someone loosing their life. All Shrie wanted was to have a meal with her friends. It could have been all resolved so nicely if that would woman would just keep her mouth shut. Now there will most likely be a fight after all.

"If you two want a duel, go outside please." Shrie understood that both man had to fight. One defended his honour and another had to do it because of his woman. It was of course dumb by now, but Shrie could understand a need to duel fairly well. It was normal between Fyunnen as well. Although there, it was usually two women fighting and sometimes even to defend their man. It was still a bit strange to Shrie that here in Yamatai and Nepleslia it was the other way around, which also made most men not take her as seriously as she would be taken back home. She was okay with it though. After all she was the guest here.

With that, Shrie turned to the waiting teller and gave the woman her paycard. She was still wondering what number 13 will be and hoped it will taste good.

"9" Diner

At the counter, the punkish cashier accepted Shrie's payment happily, although by then she was starting to keep an eye on the situation that seemed to be quickly escalating behind her. Once the transaction was complete, she handed Shrie a small, triangular plastic stand with the number "58" on it, and smiled cheerfully again. "Go ahead and grab a seat. We'll bring it out to you, 'kay?" Turning her eyes to Tam, she maintained her smile and tapped a few more times on the touchscreen. "And you wanted the Al'Guskiaka combo, right?"

Over by Seth, the dark-skinned brunette on Gaz's other arm rolled her eyes and sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. "Tina, no seas tan pinche pendeja," she chastised the other woman in a high-pitched, nasal accent.

Tina's angry glare whipped from Seth to the other woman in an instant. "Shut your hole," she snapped, looking back over at Seth with a vile sneer. "This asshole groped me, and he needs a damn lesson in manners!"

All the while, Gaz was starting to look increasingly agistated, and his tough-guy veneer was faltering although he was doing his best to keep it up. "Ladies, come on, this chump isn't worth the trouble," he crooned, looking Seth over from head to toe, down his nose in outwardly the same manner as Tina just had, although it was fairly clear he was mostly just trying to disengage himself from the conflict.

The darker companion didn't relent, though. "Ain't nobody innnersted in touching your skanky ass, Tina," she prodded, inciting the blond's anger further.

Tina bristled at the other woman. "Look who's talkin', bitch!" she spat. "Only reason Gaz keeps you around is cause he likes a--"

"Hey, whoa whoa whoa now!" Gaz interjected with a nervous laugh, wrapping his lanky arms around the shoulders of each woman. "Let's all just settle down here, yeah?"

"I'm not mad, joto," the dark-skinned woman replied smugly, and gave Tina a self-satisfied smirk. "Tell her not to be such an attention whore all the time."

Out of nowhere, Tina yanked herself free of Gaz's embrace and slammed both of her open palms hard into her chest, causing her to reel backwards a couple of steps. However, as if she'd been expecting that very kind of attack, the dark-skinned woman responded with a vicious slap across Tina's face, whipping the blond's head to the side as she stumbled from the blow. With an enraged scream, Tina launched herself at the other escort, and in just under a second the two women were grappling like feral cats, each of them with a fistful of the other's hair, teeth snapping and grunting from the effort of trying to subdue the other. Gaz, upon seeing that the conflict had escalated to an all-out fight, didn't appear to do anything to stop it. Instead, he simply leaped clear, evidently content to let the two "ladies" have at each other.

The green-haired cashier sighed with an apologetic look at Tam. "Excuse me just a second," she said, sounding more exasperated than alarmed, as if she was used to these kinds of trivial scuffles. Reaching beneath the counter, she withdrew a small wired microphone and clicked the transmit button. "Randy, we got another one," she spoke into it.

Tam smiled slightly before replying "It's not a problem miss, if your friend 'Randy' needs any help then I'd be glad to assist." With that he nodded to the cashier and with a smile said "Yes please if you don't mind."

A look of confusion crossed Seth's face before being replaced with a faint smile as he watched the two ladies fight. "Well," he said while walking away. "It looks like you have your hands full so I'm going to go but you have a nice day." He said over his shoulder, coming to a stop behind Tam. "Thanks for helping me back there, I appreciate it."

Diner "Nine"

Shrie nodded to the cashier and picked up her number. She pocketed it and stepped away to let Tam finish his order. She then hear the commotion and saw the ladies getting into a catfight. The tall woman sighed and moved away. "Bucket of water helps," Shrie simply said as her eyes still watched the women. The fyunnen was just careful if the situation should escalate or Gaz would change his mind and would want to cause troubles. With that Shrie moved out to find a table for herself and her friends.

"9" Diner

The two women hurled racially charged insults at one another, alternating between ear-piercing shrieks and choked gasps as they scuffled, by all appearances intent on tearing the other limb from limb. Teeth gnashed, fingernails ripped skin open, and blows landed with dull thuds and loud slaps, and everyone within four feet of the shamelessly dressed girls hurriedly grabbed their food and personal belongings, quickly moving to get clear of the fight lest they suffer the collateral damage of being sucked into the cat-fight. While many of the patrons looked a bit shocked and confused as to what was happening and why, there were others who barely gave the spectacle more than a second glance before they simply went back to their meal, ignoring them. Only a few seconds after the fight started, a haphazard circle of spectators had formed around the two girls, locking them in a sort of makeshift wrestling ring. Many of the men forming the front line of the spectator wall had begun hooting and cheering them on, pushing one another and craning their necks as each of them watched for one of the combatants to lose an article of clothing, even though neither of the women's wardrobes left much to the imagination.

Over at the register, the punkish cashier replaced the microphone beneath the counter and shrugged at Tam, shaking her head in disdain. "Nah," she replied. "That's sweet, but Randy's no bouncer. He's my manager. He'll have ORISEC here in about thirty seconds." She waved one of her hands in the direction of the fight, which had now shifted a few feet away from the door and was spilling over into the dining room as Tina was thrown against a table, sending food and drink flying in several directions. Leaning her hands on the counter and exhaling through closed lips, buzzing them as she did, she idly watched the two go at it through the occasional gap in the wall of onlookers. "This kind of thing happens a lot here, unfortunately," she continued. "Just stay out of the way or they'll probably arrest you too."

As Shrie pushed through the crowd, she spotted a newly-vacated booth along the back wall. There was no sign of anyone's meal there, but it still wasn't certain whether or not it had been occupied before the violence had erupted. A couple of men who were apparently slow to react to the debacle rudely pushed past her, one of them going so far as to actually shove her aside to get around the big Lorath as if she were nothing more than a potted plant. Less than a second later, a styrofoam cup a little less than half-full of a dark, fizzy liquid whizzed by inches from her nose, arcing across the room and exploding against the far wall.

Diner 9

"Dismissive: Animals really, there behavior is much more akin to that then of a proper person." Six Four murmured to no one in particular as she observed the two 'ladies' brawl in the middle of the restaurant. As it joined in the gawking, it opened up the small mouth port on its helmet and inserted its recently acquired baked good into it. After some reasoning it figured that it could splurge a bit, plus she was told this 'churro' as it was called was quite a favorite amongst the younger ones. Seeing as it was only 12 it couldn't hurt to act its age... well nepleslian age anyway.

The Doctor wondered for a moment as the Cinnamon treat disappeared like a log in a wood chipper inside its helmet, where had Shrie gone? Last time it noticed it was right next to her before the squabble broke out. Oh dear. Hopefully its crewmate wasn't stuck in the mess, seeing as Six Four left its 'De-SNAFUing' Device back on the ship.

Seth looked over at the crowd before shrugging and turning back. There was no way he was going to do anything and maybe next time Gaz can get some more well behaved companions. Oh well, there is food involved so he wasn't very interested and he could feel his stomach complaining.

Diner "9"

Shrie barely dodged the flying cup and moved back to the group. She found Four-Six and towered next to her. "I think I located a free booth," she said to the Freespacer. "Unsure if vacated because they wanted to see the fight. We can go wait there and sit to see if someone comes. Have you ordered food yet?" She ended with a question.

diner 9

Six Four looked up at the large woman, a little less than half of the churro remaining sticking out like a pastry proboscus.

"This one has ordered yes." It said after swallowing part of the pastry "If the patrons have not placed an article of clothing or some other indicator that the particular booth is claimed, this one believes it is free."

Turning it's head, after resuming eating the baked good in rabbit like fashion, ot located Tam and tugged on his sleeve. Once it was sure it had his attention it indicated with a nod of its head that they should follow the large fyunnen towards their new destination.

"9" Diner

True to the cashier's word, in less than half a minute, no less than four burly men in ORISEC uniforms burst through the door into the crowded restaurant, one of them blowing a shrill whistle as they shoved the gawking onlookers aside, heading straight for the two women who by all appearances were actually trying to kill each other. Many of the patrons wisely jumped aside, distancing themselves as much as they could from the scuffle to avoid being mistaken as a participant or an inciter, but a sizable portion remained where they were, remaining in their impromptu boxing ring formation as they watched the last few seconds of the fight that remained before people started getting slapped with handcuffs.

The dark-skinned girl had completely lost her bikini top by this point, resulting in cheers and hoots that almost drowned out the sound of the security guard's whistle, and Tina's was barely hanging on by a thread, quite literally. The blond's skimpy bottoms were ripped as well, although there wasn't much left to be revealed that her underwear didn't already cover. By the time the first guard had muscled his way through the crowd and reached them, the dark-skinned girl had Tina on her knees facing away from her, one arm locked tightly around her neck and the other one with a fistful of her platinum blond hair, yanking it viciously. Tina's face was starting to turn blue from asphyxia, although she still continued to gnash and snap her teeth at the just-out-of-reach forearm below her chin, and wildly swung above her head in a desperate attempt to knock out her strangler. A lucky blow managed to connect with the darker girl's jaw, sending her reeling backwards, where the assembled crowd behind her caught her, a few wandering hands managing to cop a feel of her exposed breasts before they shoved her back in, right into the waiting arm of the security guard.

Tina fell forward onto her hands, only bothering to gasp for air for a second before shrieking in fury again and launching herself savagely at the other girl, just before a second guard grabbed her from behind, lifting her off the ground in a bear hug. Screaming angrily, she furiously kicked her feet in the air, stretching and straining to land one more punitive blow on the other girl, who similarly thrashing to get free of her own captor's grip. "Te voy a matar, puta!" the dark-skinned girl kept screaming, single-mindedly yanking against the guard's grip even as her arms were wrenched behind her back and her wrists bound.

"Bring it, bitch!" Tina was shouting, still thrashing as she was held tightly in midair, and coughing violently as her aching trachea struggled to cope with her ragged, gasping breaths.

The other two guards were there in the space of a few breaths longer, one of them moving to assist in subduing the flailing blond, and the fourth shouting angrily at the mob to stand back. A roar of boos and hisses rang out in protest, and one of the burlier, no-necked patrons stepped forward, sneering and making obscene gestures at the security officer. He was met swiftly with a brutal shove back, and when he roared and launched himself forward again, the guard sidestepped him, catching his arm and spinning him face-first to the ground and kneeling all of his weight onto his back.

In a matter of seconds, the guards had both of the girls in handcuffs, although they couldn't quiet them down, and the burly man quickly found himself in bonds as well, wrenched from the ground by his wrists. The guards continued to shout threats of arrest at the mob even as they slowly settled down into a disappointed murmur, and slowly began to disperse, going back to their tables and grumbling about the fight being broken up.

All the while, Gaz, who had stepped away once the violence had broken out, stayed completely silent, hidden behind a diminishing group of rabid-looking young men, his hands in his pockets as he watched with only mild disappointment while his companions were herded out of the restaurant. The empty-handed security guard remained inside for another moment, sternly sweeping the crowd with his eyes before brusquely pushing through the crowd to the the cashier.

"Anyone hurt?" he asked the girl behind the counter.

The sweet-tempered punk girl shook her head with a bright smile. "No, just the ones you already got, I think," she replied in a singsong voice, unfazed by the violence. "Thanks, John!"

The guard nodded with a muted, but warm smile. "Is Randy back there? I'll need to get him to fill out a few forms."

"Sure, I'll have someone unlock the door for you," the girl replied, and looked over her shoulder at an ebony-skinned boy behind her. "Could you go let him in?" she asked him.

"Yep," the teenage boy answered, shuffling off out of sight.

Seemingly as quickly as it began, the restaurant restored itself to the same sense of hectic normalcy it possessed when the group had initially entered.

Tam nodded agreement and after paying for his food followed Six Four and Shrie to a table to wait for his food.

Seth walked up to the counter as Tam left. "Hello ma'am, could I get a number two and a cup off coffee?" He asked the cashier. "Is this place usually this packed and interesting or was this a rare occurrence?"

Diner 9

Shrie nodded to Six-Four and turned to move back to the booth. She moved carefully, making sure not to bump into anyone too hard. Her eyes were ale careful about pick-pockets who surely flourished in place like this. Shrie had no pockets to speak off and she would feel someone trying to reach into her cleavage for her paycard, but she had compinions, who needed protection. Well at least the freespacer doctor needed it. Tam looked like he would rip pickpockets arm off and took his possesion from the arms fingers.

"It is here," Shrie simply said getting to the booth and sitting down. "Those two women. They had a lot of spirit. Could make warriors with traning. Or killers."

"9" Diner - Counter

The cashier flashed her sweet smile again as she rung up Seth's order, nodding in confirmation. "Number two and a cup of coffee," she repeated, then glanced up at the young Nepleslian with a shrug and a brief sigh at his follow-up question. "We're almost always jam-packed like this," she responded. "Mostly ship crews and dock workers. A lot of the traffic in and out of Dawn kinda funnels through this way, a fair bit of them hungry, overworked, and cranky, I'm afraid. I'd like to say it doesn't happen often, and it'd only be true in that it don't happen every single day." The girl finished ringing up Seth's order and leaned her hands on the counter, giving him a resigned smile. "But it happens enough that I'm pretty used to it. We can have ORISEC here every time before it gets outta hand, like you saw, though, so it's not so bad. If anything, it makes my shifts more interesting," she added with a giggle. "Speaking of, I get off in a couple hours. Maybe I can tell you more about it later?" The green-haired girl winked at Seth before motioning to the next patron in line with a friendly, inviting wave.