Place : East Elson Commercial Sector and Waterfront

Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is foggy. The temperature is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.77 and falling, and the relative humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)

Time/Date :  It is currently 12:15 Pacific Time on Wed Jan 26 2005.

Moon : Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (91% full).


East Elson Commercial Sector and Waterfront

Motels, movie theaters with posters of scantily-clad women, and even a few posters of nudes, and bars are interspersed with stairways leading to dilapidated second stories or downwards into basements. Women saunter along the western streets of the district, around Third and Fourth Streets. In the area around Second, a profusion of graffiti markings of black knives or the words 'The Blades' are scattered along buildings and sidewalks. A little further eastwards beer cans are scattered around the entrance to one bar with, if one looks through the window, several pool tables in enthusiastic use for several hours a night and even occasionally during the day.

Kathryn-Laura(#3278PXc)

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 seventeen years old and still carries a teenager's air of disenchantment and irritation. 
Her mid-length mousy-brown hair is brushed back out of her eyes and behind her ears. It's not exactly styled, as it appears to have been hacked at without any hint of hairdressing expertise, but it's at least had contact with a brush at some point recently. She would be quite attractive - in particular she has a very cute, upturned, nose - were it not for the sullen and aggressive set of her mouth and the hostility of her gaze. 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, and on her right shoulder-blade a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse visible. Physically, she's well proportioned, and her bare arms show a tight musculature that speaks of regular exercise.
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, and have holes in the knees, a pair of worn combat boots and a faded red tank top with "And your little doggy too!" emblazoned across the front. The tank top has a badly-repaired tear across the chest, causing the word "little" to be have its second "t" deformed. Similarly, the jeans have a set of unrepaired holes on her left thigh, pale skin showing behind the rents. 

Joey

A dark haired teenager with the beginnings of maturity in her eyes. She stands at a modest 5'2" and is of average build; neither skinny as a twig, nor plump in any fashion. A line of fading freckles saddles over her nose, blending in with the darker hue of her skintone. Her hair has a natural wave to it and hangs down past her shoulders, and her eyes are a rather plain brown.
She often has a bounce to her step and a smile on her face. Her eyes are warm and filled with a look of contentment and happiness, though also quite alert of her surroundings.

The short respite from winter is long gone now, and the chill in the air is back to settle heavily on the bones for those who live in St. Claire. Joey is out hangin' today, as she has gotten into the habit of doing lately. She's in the company of a tall hispanic youth, who, if he dressed nicely and stopped his thug wannabe attitude, might appear a decent kid. The two are sitting on a pair of cement blocks, passing a cigarette back and forth.

The bars are closed at this time of day, well most of them anyway. The door of one opens, and from inside a raised man's voice comes echoing. "I said 'No!'. I don't hire kids." Out of the door stomps KL, a look of absolute rage on her face. "Fuck you!" She shouts back into the now closing door. "Fuck you and your shitty little dive!" Her cheeks are flushed with blood, and spittle flies from her mouth as she yells. The door slams shut with a bang of finality, but KL can't resist a final kick of defiance against it. That done, however, her shoulders slump down and she looks around the street, seeing if anyone is watching her.

Two folks are watching her. Two darker skinned youths of mixed heritage that sit on a cement block. One is looking at her with a sense of, 'oh my god, we should get out of here' and the other, less frazzled but still uncertain, looks back with a shrug. "She prolly won't come this way, and I'm comfy Jake." The cigarette is passed back, "She prolly down on her luck, like me. Only less cute about it," says the girl.

The lighter-skinned KL notices the attention, even if she can't hear what's being said, and turns to walk toward the watching couple. The choler is fading from her face as she calms down out of her fury, but there's still a fierce jut of her jaw and her eyes are hard. "Are you talking about me?" she asks, when she's within hearing distance.

The boy is downright squirmy now, and with sheer force of will, he musters up enough courage to sit up straighter. "Yo, dude. Nawh, fuck we got better shit to do than talk about you." He hands the cigarette back to the other, and now that someone is closer, it might evident it doesn't smell like a plain old cigarette - it smells like marijuana. Joey counters his reply though with a "Yah, was saying you looked down on your luck. Ya wanna drag?" She offers the stick up.

A momentary look of confusion flits across KL's face. She shifts from foot to foot, blinks twice, then says "Yeah. Thanks." and takes the proffered cigarette. For a moment, she studies it, holding it inexpertly between the top joints of her index and second fingers, then puts it to her mouth and takes a drag. She then takes it away from her mouth, and hands it back, breathing out slowly. Her lips purse for a moment, and her chest jolts twice, but she just about manages not to cough. A drip of water runs from her right eye down her cheek. "Yeah, well, who couldn't do with some money, hey?" she says, in a slightly strained voice, brushing the tear away with the back of her hand in an overly-casual gesture.

Joey nods, "Ain't that the truth. Ya wanna join us?" The girl takes the joint in cigarettes clothing back and puffs from it. The boy, for all his courage spent, nervously twitches a shoulder and gets up, "Uh, yah, take my seat, I was jus' going anyway." He leans down quickly, kissing the top of the curly-haired girl's head, then scurries off. Joey just grins, "He got beat up by a girl couple weeks ago, an' after he saw you smoke that door over there, he wasn't gonna press his luck."

KL chuckles a little. "Didn't mean to scare him off." she says, and drops down to sit where the boy had been. She leans back and looks around the street, throwing a glare at a pedestrian who happens to be looking vaguely in her direction. "Just got a bit riled. I'm pissy like that."

Joey gives a nod, "I know a lot of folks like that, it's not unusual." The last drag is taken and even this one sets the girl to coughing. "Stupid filters." She puts it down on the ground and stomps it out, folding her arms over her chest to get warm. "New here huh? Haven't seen your face before."

"Yeah. I'm new in town, relatively speaking. Crashing on a friend's floor at the moment." KL says, with a shrug of her shoulders and a nonchalent shake of her head. "Can't last forever, so I'm trying to get some sort of job. Difficult without much ID."

Two girls sit on a cement block on the side of a building. Joey is seated with her arms folder over her chest as she listens to the girl beside her. She gives a nod to something the other says. "Yah know how that goes, trust me. So what, orphan, runaway, something like that?"

Joey pages to the room: The fading scent of pot lingers too. Because ya know, there was another person here, who left, and he was smoking it. *nodnodnod*

"Yeah. Runaway. Been on the road for a couple of years now, moving from place to place." There's a studied air of couldn't-care-less about her attitude, she's projecting an air of tough street-kid that's blatantly phony. "Name's KL. You?"

Joey smiles at that, "Joey. Born on the east coast, hitch-hiked my way out here. Sorta stuck now. Can't go further west."

Olga walks along the cracked sidewalks, clustered in upon herself, back hunched against the cold. Her bag bangs along against her back, and her free hand is dug into a pocket. She for the most part doesn't look up: she doesn't need to, people get out of the big smelly (she's probably crazy too, you know how they are) lady's way without her having to do anything to make them. Only the stationary ones grab her attention as she passes, those clustered around garbage cans or sprawled on tenement steps; as such as she walks along she spies Joey clearly through the hazy air and strides off evenly towards her. She stops though a couple metres off as she gives the other girl a harder look, a rougher look, leaning forward open-mouthed, like the face tugs at some memory. After a second though she straightens up, almost smiles, and steps towards them both with an easy, oily, "Hey kids."

Both girls look up and simultaneously say, "Hey Olga!" in bright voices. KL twists and looks at Joey with mild astonishment. "You...um...know Olga?" she asks, one palm turned up to the sky, the other hand resting on her hip, her mouth resting open an inch or so in a circle of surprise.

Joey had turned the same curious look upon the other. "The bigger question is that /you/ know her! O'course I know her. She's one of permanent fixtures here on the street. But if you're new to town, how is it you're on first name basis with her already? You got a thing for the lost and homeless?"

Olga's lips quirk into an wickedly amused grin at the confusion and accusation, but she doesn't set everything straight quite yet, she's having too much fun. She sets herself up against a car opposite the steps, dumps her bag in the middle of the sidewalk, and people start crossing to the opposite side of the street to get by. "Yeah, KL," she says, wicked grin growing bigger. "You got a thing for me? They say you guys're like that, y'know, but I never really believed 'em. Guess so though."

KL's arms fold across her chest, and one nostril lifts and quivers as her lip curls into a twist of anger. "I know exactly what you're talking about and it doesn't fucking well apply to all of us. I'm just being fucking friendly, if that's alright." Flat, monotonous delivery. Hands clenching into fists. Yes, it's been as much as five minutes since KL last lost her temper, so it's probably time again.

Joey snorts and flinches. Her attitude is a far cry from what it was when she thought of the other as a mere grouchy human. "Holy Geezus... you're family, aren't you?" She drops the fold of her arms to shove hands into her pocket and look up to Olga. "And ya know, I just got her all nice and calmed down. Thanks Olga."

Olga slides down along the side of the car, managing somehow to leave as much dirt and sludge behind as she picks up. "Yeah, Jo, she is. And you're welcome, it was worth it," she says, grin widening as she watches KL and the little teapot tempest she's created. She ducks her head to the side though, apologetically, sort of, but still grinning; and she answers, "'M sorry, Kath. I's just kidding, I know that well enough. Just riling y'. Hell, I'm packed under your Elder, eh? Speakin' of, I talked to 'er, but, you know. Busy busy busy. Tried though."

KL's fury dissipates as quickly as it came, hands unclench and drop to her sides. She sighs. "Yeah. I left her a note at the greek house, but she hasn't replied to my knowledge. Guess I pissed her off right royally last time I was here." She looks at Joey, then looks around the street. "Not the best place for a proper intro. Yeah, I'm family."

Joey just gives a faint nod, and shrugs her shoulders up. "Guess it explains why Jake was so itchy to get outta here. I forget sometimes, 'bout that." She looks then again to Olga, "How long ago did ya meet her? How come you didn't tell me about her?"

"Sorry," Olga says to KL again, and now she really seems to mean it, looking almost even a little awkward, mouth bunching up at one side, not quite meeting KL's eyes. She looks at Joey instead, to avoid them, answers her question. "I don' know, a couple weeks, a month. How come you didn' tell me about Jake, eh?" she asks, the question pointed and rather sly, like she might be implying something, a twinkle in her eye that's as much artifice to cover up her uncertain shame over KL's predicament as it is genuine.

"I think I've pissed Megan off too," KL says, looking down at the floor. "Seems like I'm settling in real well." She looks up at Joey. "Did I scare off your boyfriend? Sorry." It's not the most sincere of apologies, but it isn't sarcastic.

Joey lets out a huff towards both of them. "He is not my boyfriend! It's business. I keep telling ya that!!" For all that she gets riled, the raised voice is little threat to either of them. Sort of like amidget threatening to kick ones ass.

Olga gets her grin back at least at Joey's outburst, the smile amused and a little dismissive. "I know Jo," she says quietly, voice a little soft, a little rough. "Everybody pisses off Megan," she tells KL easily. "Don' worry about it. Pissing off Hel, that's harder; but I don' really think you did. Like I said. She's busy."

"Yeah, I know. It's just I'm all stop until someone can introduce me and I can do the paying bit." She looks over at Joey and raises an eyebrow. "Business?" she asks.

Joey huffs, "Just getting my nose into places is all. Can't do that being a sourpuss, so I make sure I'm friendly and stuff." She shrugs, "Jakes better than some others I know anyway, and he's a shitty ass thug type."

Olga asks, looking down at the pavement, rubbing at a spot of grease at her side, "Where you stayin', KL? Maybe I could try and drag Hel there by force, if that's what it comes down to." Joey gets a look up and a grin, though the Elder says nothing. Though it's obvious in her face that Olga believes her, there's still teasing to be done, and that grin is it.

KL looks up at Olga and shrugs. "I've been staying with Emma, most nights. Spent a couple under a hedge when I went out towards the farmhouse, but mostly at Emma's." She twitches her nose a couple of times, then gestures at the rents in her trouser leg. "How's the baby?"

Olga nods a couple times to KL's answer, distractedly, head moving slowly like a bobblehead doll in slow motion. She still looks down, until the question's asked; then she looks up with a faint grin. "A handful," she answers drily. "Two. Three on a bad day. Worse around now, y'know, 'cause of -" and here she breaks off, gives her head a jerk up towards the sky, where the full moon would show if it weren't so foggily grey. "So I left 'er with her keeper and squeaked on out of there, like the lazy bitch I am." She looks down again and nods her head at KL's arm, saying in an almost-mumble, "Sorry 'bout your arm."

Tamara makes her way down the street, looking around and occasionally stopping infront of certain buidings to study the grafitti. her wide eyes and slightly mishappen features give her face a vacant look. A gust of wind blows past the buildings and the young woman grabs at the hat on her head with both hands, cramming it into place. Probably wandered away from a mental institution, or something.

KL laughs at this, nose wrinkling with mirth, eyes bright. "It was nothing, not even a scratch. I just was scared stiff of hurting _her_." She pauses, smiling, "if I got upset about a kid scrabbling at me then I'd be really pathetic. Still, it might be an idea if we didn't repeat that for a few days, as I'm a bit pissy the moment."

Joey looks between the two. "She's met the kid already? God, where've I been? Cute ain't she?" she asks with a bit of uncertainity. From across the way, Jake has meandered back to check in on 'his' girl. His shoulders give a big slump as he finds her still associating with the others, and he slips into one of the shops.

Olga edges her shoulders up, some seriousness on her face, like she's not entirely dismissing the possibility that KL would do so, but rather taking the risk in hand. "Em and I were there," she offers cryptically, as some comfort but not a complete salve. Her attention is distracted by the woman coming down the sidewalk towards them, for one because she's the only one with the gumption of absence of mind to approach the group of Garou, the two younger cluttered on a cement slab, Olga against a car and taking up most of the sidewalk; for another because of her strange appearance of bemused self-neglect. "Looks new," she says slowly as she watches her come down the sidewalk, both sympathy and frustration in her voice. "You seen her about, Jo?" she asks the Ragabash, as is standard procedure when she meets a street person she doesn't recognize.

One hand continues to hold that hat in place, as her other hand traces a bit of particularly colorful 'steet art'. Its the mark of one of the local gangs. The woman grunts and her hand drops back down, as she absently looks around her. Expression rather vacant.

KL says nothing, but her face twists into a sneer and she glares at the newcomer with baleful eyes. One hand rubs down her thigh slowly before gripping her knee tightly, the other remains resting on her hip.

Joey gives a faint squint, offering a quick shake of the head, "Nope."

Olga looks down at KL and notices her angry expression, her own face settling rather hard. She barely seems to notice Joey's answer, at least she doesn't respond. "Just a 'tard," she tells KL, a bit of a snap to her own voice now, defensive and quick. "Not gonna hurt nobody." She calls out then, loudly, to the wandering, odd-faced woman, voice becoming falsely sweet, like saccharin, a thin veneer over the controlled anger "Hey, honey. You lost? Need some help, eh?"

Tamara's beady brown eyes blink repeatedly, before focusing on Olga. The woman's gaze drops to the sidewalk almost as quickly. "Oh, no, I'm fine. Just... Walking through."

KL stops seething quite so noticeably. "Just extending my aura of don't-come-near." she mutters. Her hand ungrips, but she remains still, watching the strange women carefully.

Joey looks up at Olga then, a nervous twitch about her. "Well uh. You two got this under control, and Jake just ran by moping, so I'm gonna go. K?" She smiles sweetly, and stands up to brush herself off. "Uh, stay outta trouble. Nice meeting ya KL, I guess I'll see ya around more now. See ya Olga." Then the girl is scurrying quickly across the street, one cabbie having to screech and swerve to avoid her.

Olga answers the woman's explanation with a round-mouthed "Oh," rather taken by surprise at the unexpected relative eloquence of it. "Um," she says slowly, dragging her bag out of the sidewalk and over towards herself now so that the woman can pass by between them all, shrugging her shoulders at KL. "Just don't like people, y'know," she mutters lowly to KL, but Joey's quick absence keeps her from having to give further explanation, and she straightend up and gives the girl a quick goodbye. It's only then she realizes she hasn't really replied, and she turns her attention back to the woman who's `just walking through` with a bellowed, oversweet "Oh, a'right then, hon."

Tamara looks up suddenly and scowls at nothing about three feet infront of her. There doesn't appear to be anything there, but she certainly appears to be focused on /something/.

KL nods, and stands up slowly. "I better go too. I'm sure there's _something_ I'm supposed to be doing. I'll drop round and see the kid at some point later in the month." She casts one last look at the other woman, then waves a hand at Olga. "Seeya later." With that, she slopes off, feet almost dragging along the ground.


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