Post by mikey on Feb 10, 2010 19:23:55 GMT -8
Wednesday, the 10th of February was a cold night in Detroit. The temperature was in the low 20’s and most people were bundled up and taking shelter from the cold. Then again, most people aren’t Mikey. Mikey walked down the street looking for something.
You might think that if a person went looking for something, they probably knew what they were looking for. If you knew Mikey, you would probably know this isn’t always the case. Mikey walked thru the streets of his new territory in Detroit looking very much like any other ragged and homeless person. The only difference was that his long coat and his long sleeve shirt were open and his hands were stuffed in his pockets and the bitter cold didn’t seem to bother him.
From beneath his stringy hair that fell in his face, he eyed the people on the streets warily. They looked back and moved out of his way for the most part because something just wasn’t right about his looks, or maybe they didn’t want to deal with a panhandler. Whatever the case, they cleared away from him. Probably for the best. Mikey paid little attention to them, his thoughts were completely on another topic. Politics.
He knew there was a mole in the Sabbat of the city. He knew it wasn’t him. This was the extent of the knowledge he had to work with. What could he find that would identify a mole if he saw it? They were typically blind. No, wait, that isn’t right. They stay underground. Hmm… Esbat wasn’t underground. So there might not be a mole there. Damn. This thinking stuff is hard. There is no evidence to support the existence of a mole except the stuff Faith told him about the computer network. Can a mole stay in a computer? What does a mole eat? Can a mole be lured out by dangling its family in front of it and threatening to tear their limbs off? He would have to figure out what a mole was exactly.
So Mikey is not a mole, and moles apparently live in computers. Damn. Not a good start to the night. He continued walking down the street aimlessly. From out of an electronics store, he could hear the song “Renegade” playing on the stereo. He smiled inwardly, an appropriate song for mole hunting. Do moles like music? He shook his head suddenly. Fuck what moles like. How do you kill them? How do you hurt them? How… Hey! O’Tolleys! Awesome! He walked up to the window and ordered a burger. He roughly snatched the bag from the server and continued walking. Damn good burger. He ate it happily and kept strolling along. Warm burgers always made him feel better. Anyway, back to the mole.
Mikey knew what he had to do. He needed to get a can of gasoline and go over to Aaron’s place. He would then burn down the internet. That would solve the mole problem. Mikey knew with enough gas, anything would burn. He was fairly certain that an internet would burn too. Wait. Aaron lived with computers… Moles live with computers. Maybe Aaron was the mole. Ok. He would burn down Aaron too, just in case. But if Aaron wasn’t the mole, he would be in trouble for burning him down. Damn. Bad plan. It’s too bad moles aren’t people. Mikey knew how to deal with people. You just find where they are weak and hit them there hard. Then they jump wherever you tell them too. Simple. If only moles were people. Damn.
He looked up and he was standing outside of a shopping center. He saw a Petco. Aha! He walked inside. Grabbing a clerk by the shoulder he turned him around roughly. The man gasped when he was face to face with Mikey but didn’t scream.
“H..H..How can I H..H..Help you today, sir?” He stammered.
“Where are the moles at?” Mikey growled.
“Aisle three.” The man gasped.
Dragging the man behind him by the shoulder, Mikey walked into the aisles.
“P..P..Please let me go, sir.” The man managed to say.
Realizing he was still dragging the clerk, Mikey made some lame excuse about not knowing what a mole looked like and needing help. He then released the man and told him to follow. The man followed. Coming up on a small glass case, the man pointed out moles to Mikey. Mikey stared at the small animals intently while they cowered in the back of the cage to escape his unnatural presence.
“What are they afraid of?” Mikey growled at the man without looking away from the small creatures.
“W..What?” the man said.
“Afraid of.. What do they fear? How do you kill them?” He growled angrily.
“Are you trying to get rid of moles, sir?” the clerk tried hopefully.
Turning to face the man suddenly, He looked intensely at him. “You have the materials to kill them?!”
The man recoiled at how fast Mikey was and managed to squeak out “Yes sir.”
“Give this to me NOW.” He said. The man ran off like a terrified animal to go get the stuff that was demanded of him. Turning back to the small creatures, Mikey broke through the glass without too much effort and grabbed one of the small beasts. Without even thinking about it, he dropped the squealing and struggling creature into his mouth and crunched down on it. Hmm. Moles don’t taste too bad. Nothing out of the ordinary happened when he swallowed the creature. Apparently, moles CAN be eaten like anything else. Good start. He grabbed a handful of small creatures and started stuffing them roughly into his coat pockets. He killed a few, but he had some still alive.
The man came walking back carefully with the bottle of Mole and Vole repellent. When he saw what Mikey had done to the glass container, he yelled out “Hey!” and reached to stop Mikey. Being startled in the middle of his “investigation,” Mikey reacted faster than the man could imagine and reached out and broke his hand. The store clerk screamed out in pain and withdrew his hand. Mikey saw the bottle he was carrying and grabbed it and ran out the back entrance to the store.
Finding himself on the loading dock behind the store, he quickly looked in both directions and closed the door behind him. He stopped to inspect the bottle the clerk had brought him and smiled a bit. It was time to head back to the haven and show the pack what he had found. Wait, Faith or Hans could be the mole. He would have to use this on them first to be sure. Then he would inform them what he was able to discover about moles and he could use it on the rest of the Sabbat at next Esbat meeting. Finally, the hunt for the mole was going well. Mikey headed home, ready to test out how the “known moles” reacted to the repellent. Then all he had to do was see who in the Esbat reacted in a similar fashion. Mikey smiled a little to himself. It had been a good night.
You might think that if a person went looking for something, they probably knew what they were looking for. If you knew Mikey, you would probably know this isn’t always the case. Mikey walked thru the streets of his new territory in Detroit looking very much like any other ragged and homeless person. The only difference was that his long coat and his long sleeve shirt were open and his hands were stuffed in his pockets and the bitter cold didn’t seem to bother him.
From beneath his stringy hair that fell in his face, he eyed the people on the streets warily. They looked back and moved out of his way for the most part because something just wasn’t right about his looks, or maybe they didn’t want to deal with a panhandler. Whatever the case, they cleared away from him. Probably for the best. Mikey paid little attention to them, his thoughts were completely on another topic. Politics.
He knew there was a mole in the Sabbat of the city. He knew it wasn’t him. This was the extent of the knowledge he had to work with. What could he find that would identify a mole if he saw it? They were typically blind. No, wait, that isn’t right. They stay underground. Hmm… Esbat wasn’t underground. So there might not be a mole there. Damn. This thinking stuff is hard. There is no evidence to support the existence of a mole except the stuff Faith told him about the computer network. Can a mole stay in a computer? What does a mole eat? Can a mole be lured out by dangling its family in front of it and threatening to tear their limbs off? He would have to figure out what a mole was exactly.
So Mikey is not a mole, and moles apparently live in computers. Damn. Not a good start to the night. He continued walking down the street aimlessly. From out of an electronics store, he could hear the song “Renegade” playing on the stereo. He smiled inwardly, an appropriate song for mole hunting. Do moles like music? He shook his head suddenly. Fuck what moles like. How do you kill them? How do you hurt them? How… Hey! O’Tolleys! Awesome! He walked up to the window and ordered a burger. He roughly snatched the bag from the server and continued walking. Damn good burger. He ate it happily and kept strolling along. Warm burgers always made him feel better. Anyway, back to the mole.
Mikey knew what he had to do. He needed to get a can of gasoline and go over to Aaron’s place. He would then burn down the internet. That would solve the mole problem. Mikey knew with enough gas, anything would burn. He was fairly certain that an internet would burn too. Wait. Aaron lived with computers… Moles live with computers. Maybe Aaron was the mole. Ok. He would burn down Aaron too, just in case. But if Aaron wasn’t the mole, he would be in trouble for burning him down. Damn. Bad plan. It’s too bad moles aren’t people. Mikey knew how to deal with people. You just find where they are weak and hit them there hard. Then they jump wherever you tell them too. Simple. If only moles were people. Damn.
He looked up and he was standing outside of a shopping center. He saw a Petco. Aha! He walked inside. Grabbing a clerk by the shoulder he turned him around roughly. The man gasped when he was face to face with Mikey but didn’t scream.
“H..H..How can I H..H..Help you today, sir?” He stammered.
“Where are the moles at?” Mikey growled.
“Aisle three.” The man gasped.
Dragging the man behind him by the shoulder, Mikey walked into the aisles.
“P..P..Please let me go, sir.” The man managed to say.
Realizing he was still dragging the clerk, Mikey made some lame excuse about not knowing what a mole looked like and needing help. He then released the man and told him to follow. The man followed. Coming up on a small glass case, the man pointed out moles to Mikey. Mikey stared at the small animals intently while they cowered in the back of the cage to escape his unnatural presence.
“What are they afraid of?” Mikey growled at the man without looking away from the small creatures.
“W..What?” the man said.
“Afraid of.. What do they fear? How do you kill them?” He growled angrily.
“Are you trying to get rid of moles, sir?” the clerk tried hopefully.
Turning to face the man suddenly, He looked intensely at him. “You have the materials to kill them?!”
The man recoiled at how fast Mikey was and managed to squeak out “Yes sir.”
“Give this to me NOW.” He said. The man ran off like a terrified animal to go get the stuff that was demanded of him. Turning back to the small creatures, Mikey broke through the glass without too much effort and grabbed one of the small beasts. Without even thinking about it, he dropped the squealing and struggling creature into his mouth and crunched down on it. Hmm. Moles don’t taste too bad. Nothing out of the ordinary happened when he swallowed the creature. Apparently, moles CAN be eaten like anything else. Good start. He grabbed a handful of small creatures and started stuffing them roughly into his coat pockets. He killed a few, but he had some still alive.
The man came walking back carefully with the bottle of Mole and Vole repellent. When he saw what Mikey had done to the glass container, he yelled out “Hey!” and reached to stop Mikey. Being startled in the middle of his “investigation,” Mikey reacted faster than the man could imagine and reached out and broke his hand. The store clerk screamed out in pain and withdrew his hand. Mikey saw the bottle he was carrying and grabbed it and ran out the back entrance to the store.
Finding himself on the loading dock behind the store, he quickly looked in both directions and closed the door behind him. He stopped to inspect the bottle the clerk had brought him and smiled a bit. It was time to head back to the haven and show the pack what he had found. Wait, Faith or Hans could be the mole. He would have to use this on them first to be sure. Then he would inform them what he was able to discover about moles and he could use it on the rest of the Sabbat at next Esbat meeting. Finally, the hunt for the mole was going well. Mikey headed home, ready to test out how the “known moles” reacted to the repellent. Then all he had to do was see who in the Esbat reacted in a similar fashion. Mikey smiled a little to himself. It had been a good night.