Shawn nodded seriously in response to Chris. "I just want to make sure no one else gets hurt. Edith and the others, I only just met them tonight." He tried to sound a little dismissive, like it hadn't even occurred to him that they could be his friends. He didn't say it out loud, but he was a little relieved the wrestling match had ended.
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No sooner than Shawn had finished, Chris got up. "Come on, this room is too hot and stuffy now." He said with a dismissive tone, walking past the women and deeper into the dim lit basement, opening a door from which a reddish light cast out.

"Come on, this is the one spot where there's the least amount of adults. What did you say the last movie you were on was?" 

Shawn was happy to get up and leave this odd place where adults had been wrestling, and he politely didn't look at the woman as he passed. He was a little surprised at the question - it felt like ages since he'd talked about movies, but it hadn't been that long ago. "Umm, I was in a Halloween commercial, but I think the last movie I was in was Kid Knight? I was the bad guy."

Chris nodded his head as if remembering the movie. No sooner had they entered the room, then a a kid with a Pacman mask and a yellow costume greeted them.



"Yo! Hey Chrahs, like, wats goahng doeswn. 'S coo', like, wow, bro. I 'asn't seen ya ahn a whahle, man, dahs ahs a great party." he said in a wild accent.

"Oh, hey Tyrone." Chris said. "Glad you're enjoying the Party. I think it will go really late into the night. I was just hoping we didn't have to clean up afterwards like usual."

"Yo! Whose da new kahd?" Tyrone looked at Shawn, the Pacman costume staring vacantly at him for a few awkward seconds.



"What a mahnute.... What it is, man, Mama! Ya'll is mad stupid! Don't I know ya? You was ahn da commercahal. Ha! Yeah dat's rahght! And ahn da flahcks, rahght? Whahch one?" 

Shawn gave Tyron a friendly wave and a smile. "Hi, I'm Shawn. It's really nice to meet you!" It was entirely expected to see someone in a costume at a Halloween party, but the blank, vacant face of Pacman in combination with the odd accent made Tyrone hard to get a read on. "Umm, yeah, I was in that commercial."

Tyrone removed the Pacman mask and gave Shawn a good look over. It was clear based on the time that he took and the look on Tyrone's face, that it might take a bit to leave a good impression.

OOC: Shawn rolls  Presence + Expression + Striking Looks +1 (Expression Specialty) with the following results.

0 Successes - Tyrone is not impressed

1-3+ Successes - Tyrone accepts Shawn as is, the scene continues

4+ Successes - Tyrone is very impressed with Shawn

OOC: 07:52, Today: Shawn failed (no successes) using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 1,2,1,3,3,6,4,7.  Presence + Expression + Striking Looks +1 (Expression Specialty).

Tyrone titled his head slightly before saying anything to Shawn, as if he had made his mind up and seen through anything that Shawn might have attempted to present.

Shawn was used to putting on a show as an actor. But this Tyrone kid was something entirely different. It was clear in his eyes that Tyrone was not from this place. And not just that he wasn't from LA or from the movie studios or Hollywood.

Even in the dim light Shawn could see a hardness in Tyrone's eyes and the sharp set of his jaw and a wolfish grin. Wherever Tyrone was from, it must be a place that was rough by all account. Maybe it was like the hotel that Mom and Shawn had stayed at the night before, a neighborhood riddled with crime and garbage.

"Yo! I ca tell ya soft. Soft lahke a doesughnut. You know what though? You aahn't so doesggahn' no messahn'." Tyrone said.

"I'm ahn flahcks tao. I been ahn lahke fahve. What it is, mostly, Mama" Tyrone said, relating his experience to Shawn's own.

"I seen ya before also, man, not jus' ahn da commercahals but ahn dat Kahd Knahght flahck. I know where ya at. So, oh, baby, lahke dat, I'm kahnd of lahke ya." He said, but that was where the comparison ended as Tyrone then gave the other side of the story.

"Sheeeiit. On da odar ha', fer shure, I aahn't lahke ya at all. I'm from a place where all dahs ahs unbelahevable. What it is, Mama."     

"We'll" Chris said, raising his voice slightly as the music had begun again upstairs, the speakers so loud but muffled as the sound reached it's way to the basement. "We've got a problem with Main Street where Shawn is from. Kids are disppearing. It might be a ghost or a demon or something. There's a book about it wee need to find." Chris said. "Basically, we've got to find this book tomorrow in downtown LA."

"At the library."

Shawn cringed inwardly as he realized that Tyrone didn't think much of him. It felt really unfair, but he also knew that objecting to it would just make matters worse. All he could do was bear with it until he had a chance to turn it around. "Have you heard anything about the stuff on Main Street, Tyrone?"

"No! What? nah I aahn't never heard of aht. What's happrahsonahng?" Tyrone asked Shawn.

Shawn knew Tyrone thought he was soft, but he still wanted to be taken seriously. He avoided the urge to bluster or try to spook him - instead, he tried to seem calm and deliberate. "Kids are disappearing. A lot of them. Some of them were spotted around a house on Main Street, but they weren't acting like themselves."

"Yo! I understa'. But where? How geezery? And where day at goahng?" Tyrone said, slightly annoyed that Shawn was just providing information that everyone probably knew by now.

Shawn could tell he was annoying Tyrone, and tried desperately to come up with stuff that he didn't already know. "They go to the basement of the house. I haven't seen what's down there, but they go out and steal stuff to bring back there. We're not sure how it works, just that kids start having odd dreams about clowns and circuses, and then soon they vanish."

Chris sighed, clearly weighed down. "Well, that's pretty much how things are going." He jerked one thumb towards Shawn "He's from Main Street where the Demon is that taking the kids. The kids have disappeared from there. It's pretty bad."

"Yo! Oh! Disn! Well, I know mah cousahn has been mahssahng. I 'asn't seen hahm ahn about a month. But I'm not sure ahf dat ahs because mah Aunt taaahahght hahm away. We 'as a lot of beefs ahn mah mah peeps between pisnts a' kahds." Tyrone frowned. "Do ya thahnk he could 'as been kahdnapped by da Demon ahn Maahn Street?"

Chris shrugged his shoulders and then looked over to Shawn to see if Shawn could answer Tyrone's question

Shawn considered the idea, a little nervous about being considered the expert despite how limited his actual knowledge was. He frowned with thought. "It's hard to say - did he ever talk about having weird dreams? Where did he live on Main Street, I might know him."

"He's a little kid. About half the size of Tyrone." Chris interjected, using his hand to show the height of the missing kid in question.

Chris looked toward Tyrone and then Shawn.

"He's a black kid. Kind of like the size of Arnold Jackson from different strokes." Chris said.

Tyrone nodded as if to say 'yeah, that's about right.'

"You seen ayone lahke dat?"

Shawn thought back to any of the kids he'd met on Main Street. He didn't think he'd met anyone matching the description, unless he'd been hanging around in the background when he was meeting other kids. "I don't think I've met him...but I don't know everyone on Main Street so I dunno if it means anything either way."

"Probably not." Chris agreed. "Although in any case, its probably better if we talk about tomorrow." Chris said, wincing as the music picked up a notch, the loud sounds of the adults  upstairs dancing, the deep thumping of the base of the music.

A wry smile appeared on Tyrone's face as if he just thought of something or knew something that Shawn and Chris didn't.

"Where dahd ya say ya was goahng tamorrow? Downtawn? To da lahbrary?"

"Because ahf ya're goahng ta da lahbrary tamorrow. You isn't da only ones."   

Shawn was also momentarily distracted by the sudden surge of music, though it didn't stop him from being curious over what Tyrone meant. "Oh? Who else is going to the library?"