Time/Date : It is currently 11:51 Pacific Time on Tue Dec 28 2004.
Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 38 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.86 and steady, and the relative humidity is 97 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)
Place : Farmhouse
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway,
a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front
door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room
halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen
and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor,
and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on
the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under
the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the
stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
Lunch is just starting for most people in the St. Claire vicinity, but Emma is just finishing hers. She's at the farmhouse today, just laying low and trying to keep her cool. A paperplate, with the residue of strawberry jelly and peanut butter, is the only clue to what has most recently met it's demise by the young Ahroun. She's reading an old Time magazine as well, an article about artic seals or something.
>From outside, there's the sounds of footsteps on the path, then a fairly timid knock on the front door. This is followed immediately by a muttered but audible "Fuck it." The door is pushed open and KL peers around. Disheveled and unwashed - her skin covered by a thick layer of grime - and giving off a farly strong odour, she hardly looks appealing. Stepping inside, she looks around and calls out "Hello? Anyone home?"
If that's not something to get the hackles raised, Emma isn't sure what is. She bolts upright, and her face hardens. "Yah, someone's home. Whose fuckin' breaking into it?" Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she stands near the couch, not having moved much from her place of reading. The girl stands just shy of five feet, but that doesn't seem to deter the seriousness in her voice.
Turning to face the other girl, KL folds her arms across her chest, and moves her feet apart to stand in an aggressive stance. "My name's KL." She says, flatly. "It's been a while since I've been around, but they didn't lock the door much then, either. And I'm not breaking in if the door's unlocked." As she speaks, she looks Emma up and down, a mild sneer of distaste on her face.
Emma puffs her chest up then, glaring at the other. "So you been here before? You got an introduction, or did that get left outside with your manners?" Her eyes scan over the other, noting the size and shape of her.
"I'm so sorry," KL says, in a tone heavy with sarcasm. "I'm KL Cole. Black Fury, Cliath, Ahroun. And yeah, I've been here before, a couple of times." She pauses, and then looks directly at the other girl. "Who are you?"
Emma hmphs at that, an odd mixture of approval and annoyance all at once. "That goes par for course then. Emma Mahler, Cliath Ahroun of Fenris, packed under Wolverine and Rited Stone-Spirit." While she still seems bristled, there is a renewed calm about her as well, "You just get back into town or something?" Her posture relaxes just enough to seem as if she were welcoming the other into the place.
"A Get?" KL spits the word. "That explains your welcome. Yeah, I've just got back. Been away quite a while." She sniffs and then grins - a nasty expression rather than a warm one. "Place seems to have gone downhill." Her eyes narrow slightly as she continues to stare at Emma challengingly.
Emma doesn't back down from the challenge in the least. "Aw, don't tell me you're one of those Fury Dykes that always takes others impressions of people for her own? And my welcome was as warm as it could be considering a stranger just shoved her way into the farmhouse." She folds her arms over her chest then. "So what, ya wanna duke it out in the barn, get past all this pissing and moaning and then see what happens?" She grins a wicked little smirk then, "My best friend was a Fury. We started off on the same foot."
"Some Furies have very poor taste." KL says. She pauses, a fleeting expression of confusion flcking across her face. "I always seem to end up in the barn whenever I come here." She shrugs, and shifts in her stance. "So, you fancy some exercise? I mean, unless you're scared." She winces a little, as if even she realises that's a bit weak.
Emma lets out a chuckle, "Yah, sure. The moon's fat, and I have a full belly. Let's go. And if you have to know, I actually packed with two furies, both of them who called me their best friend. Your judging this book by it's cover, but suit yourself." She starts heading out towards the kitchen, aimed for the backyard and the barn. "So what brings you back here?"
"I like the weather." KL says, turning to follow. "And I didn't exactly choose to leave in the first place." She shrugs again as she walks after the Fenrir. "How long have you been here?" Now that fighting is inevitable, her tone is less hostile.
Emma leads the way out to the barn as if it were to start a game of basketball or something far less ominous than a spat. "About a year ago now, moved out here with mom and then Firsted. Been a Cliath for about seven months now? Eight? I stay downtown, just out here while Luna's so fat." She glances back then, "Why'd you leave then?"
"Someone I didn't want to see turned up." KL says guardedly. "Leaving seemed the best option, the least trouble. Went south, moved around for a bit. Dealt with the problem, came back." She stretches her arms above her head, as if preparing for an athletic competition.
Emma gives a faint nod, but doesn't pry further than that. "So you planning on sticking around then?" She pushes the barn door open and even lets the other go first, ah, such manners! "We keeping this to our current skins?" she asks very matter of factly. "We're pretty close in size, so I shouldn't hurt ya too bad." There is that mischievous glint again, but it almost sounds as if she is speaking in good natured jest.
"Probably best if we do. Rending each other into small pieces might be frowned upon." She walks through the door. "Yeah, assuming the same thing doesn't happen again. Probably won't. I think it's safe. 'sides, I don't think you can touch me."
Big Red Barn(#3420RA)
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that
is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to
five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and
roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a
sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and
flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather
open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of
running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at
the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
The fight went rather well, -er well as far as it goes by Get terms. Emma exhausted herself with the brawl, but she enjoyed every moment of it. The Fury packed a good punch, and it much reminded Emma of old days with old packmates. She rests on a hay bale now, using the back of her hand to wipe the blood that drips from her nose, and fingers lightly at the cut, swollen lip she has. Her other hand rests over her stomach, rubbing gently as she waits for the air to realize it's safe to return to her diaphragm. "Yah," -spit- "You totally remind me of Doc. Just... way grittier. You got a quick jab."
KL is crouching in the middle of the room, her left hand resting on the floor between her legs, panting for breath. She's grinning, far more warmly than before. "Yeah. You're way quicker than I was expecting." There's a big bruise forming under her right eye, which is closing with the swelling and a nasty graze on her left arm, the blood seeping out into the grime that coats her bicep. "It's been a while since..." She breathes heavily, trying to get some kind of normality back, "...since I had a good work out."
Emma chuckles again, "Yah, you probably know how it goes, the smaller you are, the quicker you gotta be." She spits again, wiping at her mouth. "Well, we can heal up in here if ya want, then ya can hit the shower up at the farmhouse. There are clean clothes in the attic, half picked over, but can use those and we can get yours washed. Or.. hey, you don't have any stuff with ya? No luggage, nothing?"
KL shakes her head. "Not really. I've got a rucksack with some stuff in it somewhere safe, and I left some stuff at the greek house that might still be there." She straightens up, and fingers the bruise on her cheek. "Good shot there." She lifts her arm and sniffs at her armpit. "I guess I've got kind of used to my scent, but I guess I smell a bit. Yeah, a shower would be good."
Emma gives a nod. "Yah, shower's upstairs, ya hungry? Can raid the fridge too. And Olga packs with Helen, so if ya need to get in contact with her, I can take ya down to where Olga roosts." She stands up then, straightening slowly, and wiping her face once more before shifting up into Glabro to heal up the brawl marks.
"I had a rabbit a couple of hours ago, but a proper sandwich would be unbelievable." KL says, a hungry look in her eyes. She shifts into glabro, a form in which her jeans somehow still manage to be too big for her.
Emma nods. "I can fix one up for you while you get cleaned up. I'll even wash my hands first." She jokes. When she feels suitably mended, she gets up and drops back to homid. "Dunno what the rules were back when you were here, but obviously, we keep to our human skins unless we're in the barn or on the bawn. Trevor's the caretaker of this farm now, Fianna. Galliard. Pretty good guy usually." She moves towards the barn door again.
KL shifts down to match. "I don't know that we had rules like that back then, but there was an expectation of being discreet." She grins ruefully. "It's kind of difficult when the red mist descends sometimes." Following the Fenrir, she puts her head on one side. "Don't remember a Trevor, but I did meet a Fianna Galliard called Eamon. Briefly."
Emma leads them out of the barn, grinning, mostly to herself, as she heads back into the kitchen. "Yah, it's why I come down here, rather than risk it at the city apartment. Especially with Signe there too, because with both of us chomping the bit, it can be a bit tense." Inside they go, Emma showing the other up to where the towels and clothes are kept. "Throw your dirty stuff outside the door, I'll throw them into the wash."
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's
kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist
height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin
refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove
on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall,
broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the
counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A
small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators,
presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
"Thanks." KL says, sliding into the bathroom. Moments later, the tank-top, jeans and objects that might once have been underwear, but are now seriously ratty and have more than the usual number of holes, hit the floor outside. Some time later, KL comes back downstairs, a somewhat disgruntled expression on her face. She's wearing a pink T-shirt and a pair of grey jogging bottoms. "Never mention this to anyone." She says, gesturing to her clothing. Her hair is still wet and very tangled, but is now revealed to be a rather nice light brown colour. "Got a hairbrush?"
Emma bites back at the chortle that wants to burst free of her lips, nodding her head. "I know, I had the same problem. I seriously dislike pink and they have an abundance of it here." There is a sandwich made up and sitting on a plate. "Pickles, juice, milk, all that is in the fridge. Should be a comb or brush somewhere." She starts poking through drawers to look for one. "So how long have you been uh, in the know?"
KL falls on the sandwich and starts to devour it hungrily. In between bites (chewing appears to be an entirely optional extra) she looks up. "In the know of what?"
Emma watches as the Fury gobbles away, "I mean, how long ago did you First? Were you a cub here in St. Claire? Rited here? Or come here as a Cliath after the fact?"
"Oh..." KL says through a mouthful of food. She swallows, and puts the sandwich down for a moment. "I'm from Denver, originally. I firsted about four years ago. I've rather lost track of the time." She shrugs, "My parents didn't know they were Kinfolk, so I didn't get found early or anything. Wasn't until I firsted that anyone noticed me." She takes another mouthful from the sandwich, but continues to talk. "It's Dad that keeps chasing after me...Well, sending Private Eyes after me, anyway."
Emma frowns a bit at that, "Still?" she asks, very serious now.
KL puts the sandwich down again. "It's possible. The last one isn't...around...any more, and I've not seen anyone chasing me for a good twelve months now. That's why I thought it was safe to come back here. Here was supposed to be safe in the first place." She suddenly looks fierce. "If he doesn't give up after this long, I'm going to go and make sure he does."
Emma frowns and nods, "Yah, that sounds pretty crappy. My folks knew. You should make sure that you let Megan-rhya and the Fury Elder, whoever that is now, know about that, so they can be alert to it too."
"Yeah." KL finshes off her sandwich and stands up. "Thanks for that. First proper food that I've had in ages." She shrugs. "You got any idea if Helen's still around? She was probably the Elder back then."
Emma shakes her head, "Nope, but Olga would, since she packs with her. I can take you to see Olga? She's a Gnawer, they stay down at the old theatre, but they're having gang issues, so it'd be better if you had a proper introduction the first time thee."
KL nods. "There was a Gnawer called Renee around when I was here last. The old theatre, hey? What happened to the church they used to meet at?" She looks down at her t-shirt and shakes her head. "I can't believe I'm wearing this."
Emma grits her teeth a bit at the mention of Renee. "Renee? She was here when I was a cub. Didn't much care for her. She mothered a mule, ditched it on the Gnawers and took off. You'll see her kid when you meet Olga, since she got the short end of the straw and has to raise the thing now." The tone is clearly marked with distaste for either mule, mother, or both.
The arms go back across KL's chest. "I liked her." She says, flatly, before cocking her head to one side. "Well, she was kind of OK, anyway. Maybe." She pauses for a moment. "Don't know about a mule, though. Must be after my time."
Emma nods, "It was hidden. Only a few people knew about it. When it got out, there was a whole whack of punishments handed out to go with it." She doesn't push any further on her own opinion of the Gnawer, "So you wanna head to see Olga after your uh, real clothes are dry?"
"Yeah, sure. Those clothes are looking pretty beat-up now, but they're kind of hard to replace." She grins. "I think I've been wearing them for about 18 months non-stop. But yeah, going to see the Gnawers would be cool."
"Well, then you should fit right in where we are headed. Can hit up Alicia for clothes too, she gets new stuff all the time, so you can probably get some hand me downs. I'll go check on the dryer." That said, Emma bounds off towards the laundry units to see how soon the two can get going.