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Date : 06/06/2003

Place :Bridge Street

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 55 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.83 and falling, and the relative humidity is 63 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)

Bridge Street(#2898RJ)

All the way from Fifth to Twelfth, tenements crowd together tightly, interspersed with a few shops and little stores. A single, larger grocery store decorates a part of the block from Eighth to Ninth. Bars create a grill over the windows of the littler stores, and smells reminiscent of a garbage dump waft from many of the small alleyways. It is nothing unusual to hear a shot, or many shots, ring out from any of the area, nor to see swaggering teenage boys in leather eyeing those who pass, especially women.


At a little over five foot tall and with a slim build, KL is hardly awe-inspiring on first sight. She appears to be around sixteen years old and carries a teenager's air of disenchantment and irritation.
Her mid-length mousy-brown hair is normally brushed back out of her eyes and behind her ears. She's not beautiful, but she would be cute were it not for the sullen and aggressive set of her mouth, the hostility of her gaze and her somewhat laissez-faire approach to bathing. Her hazelnut eyes look out with disappointment and poorly hidden anger, as if the world were a holiday villa that didn't match the travel agent's description. Her skin is oddly pale, considering the amount of time she spends outdoors, and she has a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse on her right shoulder-blade.
She's got a habit of slouching and of leaning up against any available support. When she forgets to slouch, however, she moves with a surprising degree of grace and compact poise.
She is wearing a faded and beaten up pair of blue jeans that are just a little too large for her, a pair of worn combat boots and a red tank top with "And your little doggy too!" emblazoned across the front.
At the moment, her left eye is surrounded by the pale purple of a fading bruise. There are also signs of a healing bruise on her jaw.

Its relatively warm out and Renee is seated in front of one of the tenement buildings, enjoying a little sunshine and watching people walk past.

KL wanders up the street, glowering slightly at the few pedestrians who manage to prevent themselves from crossing over the road to get out of her way.

Renee lifts one hand in greeting, as she catches sight of the Black Fury. "Yo! Ya look like ya bit down inta somethin' rotten. Whats up?"

Kathryn-Laura looks up and sees Renee, her aura of barely-suppressed fury lifting slightly. "Yo. Nothing. Everything. The world."

Renee grunts and leans back, while indicating the step beside her. "Here, have a seat. Take a load off. Ain't the right time of the month, ta be so pissy."

Sitting down on the step, KL grins slightly. "It's always the right time of the month to be pissy." She puts her hand up and rubs her bruised eye gently.

Inspecting the bruising, Renee tilts her head to one side. "So, what the hell happened to you?"

"I had a discussion with someone. We made some points fairly forcefully." KL says, looking slightly fierce.

Renee's eyebrows lift. "Yea? An' who might that be?"

"Someone who calls themselves 'Bleeding Sun'. Lives out at the farmhouse."

Renee huhs. "An' the points he was tryin' ta make?"

Kathryn-Laura grins. "She, and I think it was a complex issue about status and standing within our society. Or something. I rather lost track when the red mist descended."

Renee grunts. "Yea. Kinda hard ta keep track of things, when yer temper get the better of ya. I've trashed a few places, in my time."

"Oh yeah, almost forgot," KL says, "I met Karl!"

Renee laughs. "Yea? He ain't a bad kid. All things told."

"I woke him up, by accident, at the farmhouse. We got on OK after that fairly inauspicious start." She says, slightly wryly.

Renee hehs. "Scared the crap outta him?"

"He was trying to look tough at me. Almost succeeding too." The Black Fury pauses. "I think he thought I was breaking in."

Renee snerks. "Yea, I can see that. Boy needs a little backbone, but that'll come in time."

"Shit, I remember when I felt as lost as he looked. He'll get the hang of stuff eventually."

Renee shrugs. "Yea, well, we were all like that at one point. THen wegrow up an' continue with life. S'all we got, after all."

"Yeah. Just got to make the best of it." KL says, philosophically.

Renee yawns. "Yea. Even when the shit hits the fan. Have ya made any plans, now that you've been here fer a bit?"

Kathryn-Laura cocks her head on one side. "Only that I want to stay around. I haven't had a chance to talk to Helen about officially being accepted. But, yeah, I want to settle and start contributing."

Renee snorts. "Wouldn't wait on her. Girl is hardly around, from what I can tell."

Kathryn-Laura nods. "Yeah. Well, I need to talk to someone about..." She pauses and looks around. "...paying for entry."

"Wouldn't worry 'bout that too much," Renee rumbles. "Got stuff you can teach?"

Kathryn-Laura shrugs slightly. "Yeah, some stuff, I guess." She doesn't seem too certain.

Renee says "Well, teaching peeps stuff is always an option."

Kathryn-Laura nods. "Cool. Well, I can try anyway. And if there's any... active campaigning to be done, I'm always up for that."

Renee grunts. "Well, there are always Leeches ta be hunted," she rumbles softly.

Eyes suddenly lit with enthusiasm, KL smiles widely. "That sounds interesting." She says, with some degree of relish.

Renee hehs. "Walker-types are keeping one as a pet, of all things."

Kathryn-Laura raises an eyebrow and hisses softly. "They are?"

Renee shrugs. "Ain't allowed ta kill it. Usin' it fer info, or some shit."

"Is it /dwelling/ with them?" KL asks, interestedly.

Renee shakes her head. "Naw. Ain't certain exactly where it is at the moment. Sucker moved, from its last dwellin'."

KL says, "Damn. I could do with doing some enthusiastic combatting."

Renee shrugs. "Been havin' alot of the fuckers around lately. Look hard enough an' you'll find one."

KL sighs and shifts around slightly, drawing her knees up toward her chest and resting her arms on them. "Sorry. I'm just... I dunno, wanting to really do something, to really make an impact. Probably just being stupid."

Renee lightly pokes the other woman in the arm. "People like sittin' on their arses around here. Best way ta get shit done, is ta organize it on yer own. Once I learn some shit, I'm goin' huntin'."

Raising an eyebrow, KL looks interested. "What do you have to learn?"

Renee scratches at her cheek. "Questin' stone. Here." The Gnawer pulls several pieces of photo-copied paper out of a jacket pocket and hands them over. A quick glance shows them to be research papers. A little more reading, reveals that someone was experimenting with turning humans into formori. "I want that bitch."

The papers crinkle slightly as KL fights the urge to rip them up, her fingers stretching the paper as they curl into fists beneath it. "Do you need...company? When you get to know where they are?"

Renee takes the papers back, before they're destroyed. "Already destroyed the breedin' place. Bitch got away. I fully plan ta track her down."

Kathryn-Laura nods at the papers again. "That's obscene."

Renee stuffs the papers back into a pocket. "Yea. Miserable fuckers."

Breathing deeply, obviously getting her temper back under what passes for control, KL looks down for a second. "Well, as I said, if you want my company, just ask."

Renee nods. "I'll need everyone I can get, when teh time comes." Standing, the Gnawer dusts her rear off. "I'll catch ya later, kay? Been out here fer a bit longer then I was expectin'."

Kathryn-Laura stands. "Yeah. Course. Seeya" She brushes the dust off her trousers and walks off, her expression resuming it's habitual scowl.

Renee disappears into the tenement building.

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