Time/Date: It is currently 09:52 Pacific Time on Sat Nov 26 2005.
Weather: Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 38 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 16 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.19 and rising, and the relative humidity is 82 percent. The dewpoint is 33 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase: Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (33% full).
Odeon - Lobby(#4049RJ)
The Odeon's lobby is testament to a faded and perverted glory. The deep crimson carpet is thick in places but in others stubbly as velveteen, and the rich pattern of tangling flowers is everywhere marred by dark stains. The walls are clothed in kingly purple tatters of wallpaper, and covered with faded posters featuring women and men in various states of undress, posing with various degrees of tastelessness, and screaming out titles like "Male Service", "Bang Bang: a Sexual Explosion", and "A Slip of Her Tongue" in garish lettering. There's no light in the room but what comes in from the street, and during the day the actresses look grey and ghoulish, and the bright reds and purples of the room faded and dusky; and at night, the place might as well be covered in thick black paint.
Immediately in front of the entrance is dull matte turnstyle which no longer turns, where once tickets were taken. To the right are a pair of doors which some joker has labelled "Pimps" and "Hos" with red spraypaint: these are the washrooms. To the left are a pair of doorways which lack actual doors, and opposite is a grand set of boarded doors which lead into the theatre proper.
Justin is a weed of a kid, thin and gangly, looking a bit tall for his age. He looks to be in his mid teens, although its hard to pin an exact age on it. His features look almost fragile, with high cheek bones and pale gray blue eyes. His complexion is pale, as if from northern European stock with very white skin that betrays his lack of outdoor activity and platinum blond hair. The features combine to actually be rather attractive, in a sort of sheltered noble way. There's an odd unsettling hint of something that /should/ seem majestic there, that if nurtured could make him very attractive, but as it is he comes off above average, but 'off' in some way.
Today Justin is wearing a perfectly pressed pair of khaki pants, black leather belt, black dress shoes and a short sleeve button up dress shirt. His outfit is spotless and wrinkle free. Theres a small pack of handy wipes tucked in the back pocket of his pants. He carries a small bag slung over one shoulder that while not quite a purse looks a bit odd for the boy to be carrying.
Standing a little over five foot tall and slimly built, KL makes a not particularly imposing first impression. In her late teens, she has an air of irritation, and of nervy energy, combined with hostility and restrained aggression.
Her mousy-brown hair is pulled back into a plait that hangs down to the small of her back, and is fastened at the bottom and the top by dark brown leather bands. She would be quite attractive she has a very cute, upturned nose, and expressive hazelnut eyes were it not for the anger in her gaze and the sullen set of her mouth. She stares at people particularly people she doesnt know - with a cold fury, as if waiting for an opportunity to attack them.
KL has pale skin, and on her right shoulder-blade is a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse. There isnt much in the way of excess flesh on her, her cheekbones are clearly visible and her bare arms have a tight musculature that speaks of regular and plentiful exercise.
She's rarely still for very long, and while she still remembers to slouch around from time to time, shes less inclined to do it these days, and her natural grace, balance and co-ordination is clearly evident in her movements.
She's currently wearing a pair of blue jeans that are slightly too large for her - it appears only a black leather belt is preventing them from descending southwards at pace. On her top half is a maroon t-shirt which has a picture of a small rabbit with its hands over its ears and the legend "Not Listening" beneath. Over that is a black leather jacket, unfastened and hanging loosely around her torso. On her feet are an old and battered pair of combat boots, that have seen many better days.
A cold, clear day in St. Claire, but the sunshine outside barely filters into the shabby lobby of the Odeon. From outside comes a reasonable loud "Fuck." followed by an "Oh...yeah..." and then a brunette girl in her late teens, dressed in a leather jacket and jeans forces her way in, and looks around. "Olga?" she calls out, peering into the gloom.
Kathryn-Laura is confronted with a rather bleary eyed looking Justin as he wobbles into the lobby. He gives a little scratch and looks rather less 'organized' than he has been seen before. He peers at the person calling for Olga, "Um, hi?"
KL folds her arms across her chest and stares at Justin, a flat, hostile stare. "Unless you've fucking well had a sex change, you're not Olga. Who are you?" She takes a confrontational step towards him, threat apparent in every motion.
Justin seems still a bit groggy, "I'm Justin. Was staying here last night... Yi and Masao... was visiting." He blinks a but as he tries to pull himself together, "Um... No, not Olga... don't think she's around this morning. Haven't seen her anyway..." The grogginess is some protection from the threat just because he seems not fully aware of it yet, "Who are you?" He asks curiously as he wipes some sleep from his eyes.
The tension eases a touch. "My name is KL." she says, tapping her foot against the floor. "And I'm a...sort of sister of Olga's...friend...Helen..." The effort required to be euphemistic is obviously quite large, as that's not really a great attempt.
Justin ohs! "Hey, I know Leslie." He says as he gives a smile, "Clemency's my teacher." He adds to help out the clarification of his own. "I'm out here on my final exam, trying to find some stuff." There's a pause, "KL?"
Definite relaxation at all this. "Right. You're probably safe then. And if you aren't, I can rip you to shreds before you could take a step. I'm KL Cole, Cliath Ahroun of the Black Furies, rited Escapes-From-Money, packed under Wolverine as part of HAVOC. For the moment, anyhow." She shrugs, and takes a step back, dropping her arms to her sides. "Do you like my coat?" She drops a shoulder to better show off her jacket. It looks...well, black and leathery. It doesn't look new, but maybe that's the intention.
Justin peers for a moment, as he takes all that in then says, "Um, Justin Alexis, Silver Fang Philodox cub, on my rite right now." He shrugs, "It's a very nice coat." There's a little pause then he adds, "Does KL stand for Kathryn-Laura? Cause if it does I kinda have a question for you."
"Don't ever call me that." KL says, voice flat with poorly restrained anger. "But yes, it does. What question?" She shifts in her stance, lifts a hand and studies it closely.
Justin acks as he takes a step back, "I'm sorry... it's the name I was told.... I didn't know..." He stammers, "Just... well, I was gonna ask you about a tattoo?" He says, giving a slightly hopeful look, "See, I was told you had a tattoo on your shoulder and one of the clues I'm looking for relates to a tattoo and since you're a full moon and I'm pretty sure the person I'm looking for is a full moon, I was thinking it could be you..."
This gets a look of abject confusion from KL. "Well, I do have a tattoo, yes. But I don't know why you'd be looking for me. I've never heard of you before today. Which isn't that surprising, as I don't pay that much attention to things." She shrugs. "So, yeah, don't think it's me."
Justin ahs and nods, "Well... See the thing is Clemency has given me five hints as to the clue holders. Each clue seems to point to one person of a particular auspice. I have the other four but this one is driving me crazy.... the clue is: the garou whose tattoo designs have been inked onto garou and humans. So... I guess I'm just talking to anyone with tattoos and all full moons. You have a tattoo and are a full moon both so I was hoping..."
KL frowns in concentration. "Garou...inked..." She shakes her head. "No, sorry. I'm not the person, and I don't have any clues who the right person is." She walks around in a little circle. "How much help are you allowed on this little quest?"
Justin gives a little sigh at the information, "Well, as much as I can manage actually. I asked and was told that I'm allowed as much help as I can gather. The hints for the five is just the start. Each of the five has a seperate challenge for me before I get another set of clues to the final mystery I have to solve to finish my rite."
The Fury nods slowly. "Well, I don't know if I'll be any use to you. Puzzles aren't really my thing - I'm more into clawy-clawy death and similar." She takes a couple of steps towards the door. "I've got to head off - need to get home soon, but best of luck to you."
Justin nods, "Well, thank you anyway. If you see um, Leslie, say hi to her for me?" He offers, "And have a safe trip home." KL waves. "If there's anything I can do, Clemency and lots of people know how to find me. Or leave a note at the Farmhouse, I do go there a lot. Shove it in a milk bottle or something." She laughs at something, then leapfrogs a turnstile and exits.