Place: Bawn : Western Forest
Time: It is currently 14:36 Pacific Time on Mon Mar 21 2005.
Weather: Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.66 and steady, and the relative humidity is 76 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase: Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (88% full).
Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)
Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the
trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks
broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss
hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with
cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and
pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly
in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at
the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the
forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.
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
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.
There's a distinct snap to the air on this chilly afternoon in Washington state. The forest east of the Fury house is filled with a strange half-twilight as the sun fails to break through the thick cloud layer. In a small clearing KL sits cross-legged on an old grey blanket. A small bowl filled with clear liquid is in front of her and a knife lies next to it. The blade of the knife curves up to a point, and there are fresh blood stains on it. KL's eyes are closed, and she is breathing slowly, her chest expanding fully with each breath.
Having caught sight of the Fury, and the unusual event she seems to be involved with, Joey is being very quiet and polite. She's waiting just ten yards or so out of the way, watching, but in silence save for the sound of her feet shifting in the foliage.
KL's hand comes out, and scatters some small leaves into the bowl where they sit on the surface, slowly rotating. She puts both hands around the bowl and lifts it up to eye level. In a steady voice, not loudly but clearly, she speaks, "Artemis, Huntress, guide my actions. Make my blows count, and make them not be thrown blindly." With that, she takes a sip from the bowl. Her face screws up, nose wrinkling and then she stands. She turns to face Joey and raises an eyebrow. "Hiya."
Joey looks on with a sheepish little grin, "Was I bothering your.. uh stuff? Tried to be quiet." She remains near the tree she is leaning against. "What was that for?"
Cheeks colouring, KL looks down at the ground. "Um...well... no, you weren't bothering me." she says. "It's supposed to help me cope with the Luna being so fat. I don't know if it works, but it's a sort of habit I've got into." She waves the bowl in Joey's direction. "Want some? It's just mint and water, but I really hate mint, so I never drink it all."
Joey laughs at this and shakes her head, "What if it has an opposite affect on me? A fat moon don't bug me too much usually. I just get a little less cowering."
"Fair enough." KL says with a shrug, and pours the contents of the bowl at the roots of a nearby tree. "So, what's new?" she asks the Bone Gnawer, as she reaches down and picks up the knife from its place on the blanket.
Joey shakes her head, "Nothing really. Horace shifted again, so he's all better. But." She sighs, "He doesn't understand why I am afraid of White Bear, and it makes things hard. I mean, he gets hurt that I won't believe him, and I get upset that I hurt his feelings."
KL nods slowly. "Hurt that you won't believe what?" she asks, pulling a tissue out of a pocket and wiping the blood off the knife. She holds it up to the light, checking that it's all gone, before kneeling down and hitching up the right leg of her jeans, revealing a sheath buckled to her calf.
"Believe me that I have a reason to be afraid of White Bear, or not go onto the caern proper, because he'll get in my face." She sniffs a bit and lifts a shoulder, "Wonder if there will be any issue at the moot tonight. You going?"
"Moot?" KL looks curious. "First I've heard of it, but not surprising given that I'm being Kermit the Hermit out here, mostly. I don't know if I'm allowed to or not - I certainly wouldn't go by myself." She pushes the knife into the sheath and drops her pants leg over it before hopping up vertical again. "Wonder if Helen'll be around tonight so she can take me."
Joey perks up a bit, "Could go with me and Olga if ya like. Olga'd vouch for ya. And O is a packmate of Helen so it'd make sense. And..." she grins at this, "You can hiss at White Bear if he sneers at me."
KL smiles. "That'd be cool. If Olga doesn't mind - it's a bit much to ask, and I don't think she likes me very much." She pauses and bends down to fold up the blanket before suddenly half-straightening up again. "Oh Goddess...I have to introduce myself."
Joey nudges an elbow at the other, "Oh relax, you'll be fine. And why do you think Olga doesn't like you?"
"Well..." KL shrugs. "I don't know. I don't think I impressed her when I met Squeaks." She picks the blanket up and tucks it under an arm. "Dunno. She's just seemed stand-offish."
Joey shakes her head, "That's just Olga. She don't have much uh, warm fuzziness about her. And no one handles Squeaks real well. The kid is a monster." She laughs aloud at this. "You were fine. Olga likes ya. I'm sure of it. I'm gonna be out here till moot time anyway, we can just hang out till then if you want. We should get some food though. What ya fancy?"
KL grins. "How fresh do you want it? I'm sure we could find a rabbit around here somewhere." She looks around, studying the undergrowth carefully, as if one will come running out at any second.
Joey laughs, "Or we could raid the farmhouse. Up to you. I could use a run on all fours, or a nice triple decker sandwich. Fury's choice."
KL considers. "Well, given there are likely to be lots of Garou lurking around, it's probably best to avoid making a big fuss. Although I need to meet Megan, I'd rather not do it at full tilt. It's not the way a Black Fury should introduce herself. So, sandwich it'll have to be." She looks at the blanket. "Given I need to take this back inside, I'll make something at the greek house. Are you any good at sewing?"
Joey nods her head, "Yup. Gnawers do lots of sewing. Lots and lots of it. I had needle blisters as a cub. What ya need sewed up?"
Starting to walk towards the path that leads into the garden of the Fury house, KL raises her hands to the sky. "Well, I thought I'd make myself a greek style costume. Something more appropriate for formal Fury-type activities. I've got a book and some fabric and everything. But I'm crappy at it, and it isn't the right time of the month for me to be doing stuff like this - I end up throwing it across the room repeatedly. It's really fucking frustrating. I can't get it to look right at all."
Joey giggles a little, "I can try and help. You show me the books and tell me what part to sew where, and I can do it for you. What exactly is a more uh Fury like costume? What do you use it for?"
"Well...nothing at the moment, as there aren't enough of us to do proper Fury things." KL admits, somewhat ashamedly. "But it's a sort of ancient greek thing. And it's supposed to fall in neat folds, and at the moment it looks like I'm wearing a tent." She kicks petulantly at an inoffensive bit of scrub. "I bet it's Kevin's fault."
Joey eyes her, "Huh? Kevin's fault? What is?"
"Well, when I was in town at the library and buying fabric, I dropped in to the safe house to see him." KL says. "Did you know he's just discovered he's the product of like thirty generations of Get." She smiles grimly at this. "Figures. Anyway, I got him to measure me, so I'd know what size to cut things, and I bet he screwed it up."
Joey laughs a little, "He is a boy. Stupid thing. I can help with that too."
By this time, the two Garou have reached the Fury house. "Yeah. I offered to fix that for him, but he didn't go for it. Anyway, what do you want in your triple-decker sandwich?" KL peers through the back door of the house. "Looks safe."
Joey steps in and shrugs, "Don't matter what, as long as it's three layers." She smiles and glances around, "It okay for me to be here?"
"Unless you've got a penis you haven't told me about, sure. And probably even then." KL says. "Given Helen packs with Olga, I don't think she can massively object to Bone Gnawers. And there's nobody else to have a go." She pushes the door open and steps in. "Chicken, ham, some rabbit food, some bacon?"