Place: The Brownstone

Moon Phase: Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (32% full).

Time/Date:It is currently 12:32 Pacific Time on Wed Sep 28 2005.

IMPORTANT : I was using a new client, and that client had a bug which meant that I didn't log some of Emma's poses. Normally, I'd ditch the log, but I had most of it, and the scene was so good that I couldn't not post it. I've interspersed OOCInserts (like this) explaining what happens. Emma's poses were obviously much better than my poor memory, but it'll have to stand.

Brownstone -- Basement Apt.(#3328RJ)

The basement of the brownstone has been split into two sections. The stairwell leads down into the northwest corner section, which contains the boiler room, furnace, and the elevator shaft. The rest has been converted into another apartment, and Signe's made it into a rather fortified one at that. The only entrance is through a re-enforced steel door with no less than three dead-bolts. There are absolutely no windows at all in any of the four concrete and brick walls. It's a rather stark but functional space. Overhead, the air ducts and plumbing pipes are exposed, while the cement floor is covered by a ragged dark wine and gold Oriental throw rug. A makeshift shelving unit of two-by-fours and cinder block has been erected along the length of the wall with the door, and it houses a stereo, tv and old vcr. Directly opposite this is a beat-up leather couch and two mismatched recliners. The kitchen is small but functional, with a round wooden table and four chairs. Half of the back end of the building has been walled off for a private bedroom, while the rest is open to the living area. This space has been converted into a home gym--complete with wrestling mats, weights, and a full weight boxing bag.


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 today held in a neat plait that hangs down just below her shoulders, and is held at the end with a brown leather band. 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 is 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 white T-Shirt which has a dirty brown mark across the middle, a pair of white cycling shorts, white sports socks and a pair of white trainers which have seen better days. There's a large bandage wrapped around her right calf.


5'2" of youthful energy packed up into a body all too willing to use it. Emma would be described as pretty if she were cleaned up and dressed the role, but all too often the scrapping tomboy paints herself with bruises instead of blush.
Somewhere in her mid-teens, her features are strong but decidedly feminine. High cheekbones and full lips work well to compliment her almost button nose and deepset eyes, while dark, ash blonde hair frames her face. While not straight, it is not curly either, and untied it reaches down past her shoulders. Her eyes are a cool blue, reminiscent of a bright summer day - but like the weather they seem to hold an amount of unpredictability. There is a hardness to her gaze, and while her smiles can be warm and sincere, they are well guarded.
Her posture is an odd mix of insecurity and confidence -or at least what might be confused as confidence. She seems surefooted and comfortable with herself, but exudes a certain edginess to those she might see as a source of ridicule.

The music is up loud in the Brownstone as Emma works to tidy the place up. She is doing a top notch job on it too, even dusting the edges and baseboards.

Barely audible over the music comes the sound of knocking at the door, a hammering that somehow manages to be aggressive and peremptory, even muffled as it is by both music and the solid portal construction.

Emma catches just the off beat thumping, and heads over to look. With a pleased grin, the door is opened up. "Hey slacker, get in and grab a dust rag, Signe's gonna be home soon. And my ma is coming too."

KL's habitual pout splits into a grin as she comes in. She takes her rucksack of her back and sets it down in a corner, out of the way of any possible cleaning activities, and looks back to Emma. "Slacker? Fuck you, bitch!" she says, humourously. "And, your ma? Your real ma?" She grabs a cleaning implement and slouches over to the shelving unit and gets dusting.

Emma nods. "Yah, Signe had triplets, one of 'em bred true, and since it's a girl, Sig is having my ma take her. Being experienced and all. So, gotta make it look like /I/ haven't been slacking. And my upstairs place with Mitch smells like.." she abruptly stops, "Like I can't take my mom up there."

"Oh." KL says, lifting an arm and sniffing under her armpit. "Hey, I don't smell too bad today." There's a note of wonderment in her voice, as if she was expecting to smell like Pepe Le Pew on a bad day. "Triplets?" She adds. "That would explain...still, at least you have a place." She polishes the stereo then steps back to admire her handiwork.

Emma frowns a bit at her lack of tact on the place. "Sorry. Hey though you have a place here, dunno why you are so hard headed about using it." She looks at the stereo, "Nice job."

KL sniffs. "Dunno. I just...liked the Fury house so much, you know. And if I lived here, I'd have to regard myself as filthy urrah scum." There's no heat to her words, and she goes back to dusting on the shelf above the stereo. "I've met Maggie, by the way."

Emma grimaces. "Yeah? What'd ya think? That cub drives me insane. I think all Raggies do."

This gets a rueful grin from KL. "Well, we very nearly ended up in the barn. Luna was full. I mean, spot on. But it ended up in a fairly civil conversation." The Fury girl shrugs. "You still in charge of her teaching?"

Emma shakes her head, "I don't teach any of the cubs. I was working with Poe, then decided against it." She shrugs, the topic seeming sore.

KL nods. "I see. OK." There's a brief silence, inasmuch as there can be over the still-loud music, and the Black Fury concentrates on the dustrag and the shelf - the latest in the battle against the wyrm's forces of household decay. "Have you any idea who's going for Sept Alpha? I heard Touch Deer?" she says, eventually.

Emma nods, "And Jamethon. Either would make a good leader. Touch Deer is pretty calm though, I think he would make wise, careful decisions. As a Fury, you probably prefer him over a Get huh?"

"Obviously." KL agrees. "I mean, all Get of Fenris are reactionary scum, who no sane Fury would ever think of packing with." She finishes the shelf with a flourish. "I don't know Jamethon that well, to be honest. I like Touch Deer, though."

KL puts the duster down and turns to face Emma, putting her hands on her hips. "You know I don't think you're crappy, though perhaps the fact that a Fury thinks that indicates you are. I dunno. I'm probably a shitty Black Fury, too, but I don't have as many people to compare myself too. All I know is that you are the number one person I want at my back in a fight. So you can't be doing everything wrong."

Emma says something about Brom looking down on her.

"Look." KL says, waving a hand in a listen-to-me gesture. "Brom _is_ way too harsh. And he doesn't know it, so he'll never try and soften anything for a cub, never show compassion, never _nurture_. You, on the other hand, wouldn't spare the rod because you're worried about not being harsh enough. And that's all assuming your fucking well soft, which you and I know isn't the fucking truth at all." She gives a little huff of exasperation. "I do seem to recall you having all your fucking fur burned off! That's hardly Ms. Andrex-Tissue-Paper!"

Emma says something more positive in response.

"You go girl!" KL says, reverting to guest-on-Jerry-Springer mode. "I worry all the time about not being Black Furyish enough. But then I go 'Fuck it', and go back to being KL-y, because that's what I'm good at." She pauses, and cocks her head on one side. "Even if sometimes I'm not sure what that is."

Emma throws a pillow at KL.

The Fury, unfortunately for her, turned her head away for a moment, picking up the duster again, and as she looks back the pillow hits her full in the face with a whomph. "Bitch!" KL exclaims, lightly. "I'll get you for that." She twirls the dustrag into a rudimentary whip and "cracks" it in mid-air. She grins and advances on her target, improvised weaponry at the ready.

Emma backs away from the dustrag-wielding fury

"Fear me!" KL says, still striding towards the Get. "I am Flicks-The-Duster, famed household-object fighter!" With that she waves the duster in the general direction of the cowering girl. It's a bit of a pathetic strike, being made, as it is, with a small piece of fabric.

The flailing attempt is successful, however, and the Get manages to grab the corner. KL, however, is reluctant to let go of it, and yanks at it, trying to regain control of her weapon. At the same time, the rapidly spreading dust cloud envelops the two Ahrouns in a light haze.

Emma is laughing now, "You are ruining all my hard work." She doesn't let go though, no, that would be the simple answer. Instead she moves to hip-check the other and go into a full out grapple.

Giving up on the dust-rag, and knocked off balance by the hip-check, KL grabs for Emma, intending to pull her down with her as she falls. At the same time she laughs, and gasps "Weapon stealing Get scum!"

"Sneeze inducing Fury filth!" Down go the two Ahrouns, and while only a playful wrestling match, Emma doesn't go half-assed. Arms reach and hands try to find grip of the other as she grunts and scrambles, trying to get the other pinned.

KL struggles to escape from beneath the other Ahroun, and once again it's obvious that the two girls are remarkably evenly matched. The Fury bites her bottom lip then grunts with effort as she tries to roll and reverse the position. It's difficult, though, from her mechanically disadvantaged position, to get much in the way of leverage going.

Emma keeps on the assault, arms flipping and slipping against the others as she tries to move them up to the shoulders for a better attempt at a pin. "Stop fighting... the inevitable.." she grunts out in laughter. The roll catches her off guard and her balance, and hold, is compromised - if the Fury can use the opening.

"" The Fury retorts. There's a pause, and then KL starts giggling, a process that quickly breaks into full-on laughter, and renders her almost incapable of movement. Taking advantage of any opportunity is entirely beyond her at this moment, and all she can manage is some weak and ineffectual pawing at the Get girl.

Emma flops over and looks curiously at the other, "What are you laughing at?" Her smile wide and bright.

"Nothing..." KL is having trouble speaking. "Sorry..." With an effort she manages to gain control of herself. "Nothing is inevitable" she says, in the poshest and most portentous voice she can manage, before dissolving into giggles again. "Do you think I'd make a good theurge?"

Emma accuses KL of making fun of her

"No!" KL protests. "I'm making fun of _me_." She pulls herself up onto one elbow. "Can you think of a crappier comeback line than 'Nothing is inevitable'?" She sighs. "It's a good thing I'm not paid for dialogue! Rarr rend tear is much simpler!"

Emma laughs and gives the other a playful shove. "Stop it. You are fine. Garou by nature, have stupid replies." She stands up then, and lets out a whoosh of air. "You wanna stay and help me finish this project? I'll order Chinese in."

KL slowly pulls herself to her feet and looks around. "Sure. Even without the bribery." She sighs. "I guess I'll get a broom or something. There seems to be a pile of dust right here in the middle of the floor."

Emma snickers a little, "Alright, thanks KL. For everything." She gives a nod with a blush and gets back to work.

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