Time/Date: It is currently 16:14 Pacific Time on Tue Nov 29 2005.
Weather: Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.85 and rising, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase: Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (11% full).
An old and basic, but clean, apartment. The front door opens straight into the living area, at the far side of which a door leads through to a small kitchen. A side wall leads into a small passage off which may be found a bedroom, a bathroom, and a large cupboard (or if you prefer, a small storage closet). The bedroom and living room walls are covered with posters of various vintages and subjects; for instance, a gothboy holding a guitar aggressively is juxtaposed with a New York Gay Pride advert from three years ago, and alongside these two is a cute blow-up photograph of a raccoon perched atop a garbage can. Notable furniture includes a fold-out sofa-bed in the main room, as well as a large blue corduroy bean-bag strategically placed near the television and music centre, while the bedroom boasts a rather full clothes rail and a double bed whose bedspread is embroidered, seemingly by hand, with the image of a reclining striped cat.
The woman before you fairly exudes warm, down-to-earth competence. Night-black hair, close-cropped into a spiky boy's cut, is brushed back away from a solidly structured, fair-skinned face with a firm jawline and a mouth more given to smiles than thought or repose. Her nose is out of place in the otherwise strong features, button-like rather than aquiline, but the large-set brown eyes above them are thickly lashed and draw attention away from that incongruity. At 5'7", her solidly built and toned frame suggests an active and even rough life.
A grey turtleneck hugs her frame, underneath an obviously well-used green winter coat. The shirt is tucked loosely into a pair of well-loved blue jeans; a short string of feathers and beads is looped casually around one of the front belt loops. A pair of sturdy hiking boots cover her feet, the laces firmly double-knotted together. A single band is wrapped around the second finger of her right hand, a steel affair that depicts tiny relief-carved pegasi chasing each other around and around the band.
Although she could definitely be called attractive, this young woman doesn't seem like she puts too much care into her appearance. Helen is of middle height and well-proportioned. Her skin is pale with a little olive tint to it. Her face is a pretty one, oval-shaped, and the features are generally regular; her eyes are a stormy blue, and above them are straight eyebrows with a little arch to them. Her nose is a little short, and her lips are full and seem to always be set in a little smile. Dark brown, nearly black, hair has been cut to her chin in a bob and is slightly wavy. She doesn't seem fond of jewelry, but always wears some earrings on her earlobes. There are vaguely visible marks around and eyebrows where piercings used to be. She wears a necklace of a simple leather rope with a black, round stone dangling from it. It's obvious it's something special. She seems to favor simple clothes and doesn't dress in style. She is most often caught wearing a pair of beat-up jeans and a camisole top in varying dark colors. Sometimes she'll sport a jacket of some kind. On her feet are worn-out sneakers or equally worn sandals. She carries herself well, as if she must have learned some manners about posture years ago.
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 isn't 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, she's 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 shortish, plump woman seemingly in her early twenties, Anji Kyriacou gives the impression of somehow containing more energy within her body than its size and shape would normally hold with comfort. Perhaps it's the mass of tightly curled dark hair that runs in spring-like coils down to her shoulders that suggests tension. It's held out of her light olive-coloured, round face by a headband. Her brown eyes are bright and her cheeks frame a mouth that's just that little too close to her nose for her to be thought of as beautiful, especially when taken into conjunction with her rather stout form. She might qualify as pretty, though, at least in the eyes of some. She's generally smartly dressed in blouse, jacket and either neat female trousers or a skirt, depending on whim and weather. If encountered in working hours, she may well be wearing a namebadge on her lapel with her name and the St. Claire University logo.
KL is pacing around the room, sniffing at things, a worried look on her face. She casts a concerned look at Anji, and shoves her hands into her trouser pockets, failing to hide the fact they're balled into tight fists. She doesn't say anything, but hisses a slow exhalation of reined in annoyance.
"What's going on, Anji?" Leslie's gaze is calm, her tone even and pitched to be reassuring and steadying, the essence of the warm and stable mother. "Are you okay?" She glances around the complex, warily, then back to Anji, clearly waiting for an answer.
Anji , having let the three garou inside and flopped down onto her bean-bag, watches KL examine her living space without much sign of caring. "I was gonna tell you guys as soon as I could find you, but... there's been some weird shit going on up at the university. The gym got wrecked, and the pool. And a security guard got beat up. And then, tonight. I was coming out of work and Jess was fetching me 'cos I don't like coming home alone any more when I'm on late shifts... and... the guard from the library was going off duty too, and... this... this /thing/ killed him. Right there in the parking lot. And tried to kill us too, at least, it threw a tire off his car through Jess's back window." Anji sounds close to tears. "I guess... guess it was a fomor, or something..."
Again Helen blinks a few times. She clenches her jaw, teeth gritting. "I heard about the shit goin' on at the university," she says, "but...damn." She glances to Kathryn-Laura and Leslie, eyes narrowed. That angry expression leaves shortly after she turns her attention back to Anji. "Sounds like it could be," she says. "At least you guys didn't get hurt, right? You're fine?"
KL freezes in position at Anji's explanation of what happened. Her eyes are wide and she's staring directly (and rather balefully) at the kin. She takes her hands out of her pockets, and lets her arms hang by her side. At the moment, she's the personification of tension. "Do we have anyone near who could track this fucking thing from the parking lot to wherever it is now?" she eventually manages to ask.
"I've seen them in the city before," Leslie remarks, going over to Anji and tentatively moving to put an arm around her shoulders to comfort her. "Anji....who is Jessica? Is she safe to talk around? And where is she now?"
"She's kin," Anji explains. "She's not long been in the city but she has this car and this dog... he's next door too, with a bowl of water... and when she heard about the bad stuff she insisted she'd come and pick me up from late shifts for safety. Oh goddess, she probably saved my /life/ and you're asking if she's /safe/?" she wails at Leslie. Then she answers KL at last. "We found this Glass Walker, looks like a goth, she came back with us and saw the... body. Lying there..." And at this Anji does, as has been threatened for a while, start to weep copiously, shoulders heaving under Leslie's arm.
Helen runs a hand through her hair, letting out a deep breath. She looks at Anji as if she doesn't really know what to do, how to react to the kin's tears. "You'll be okay," she says quietly, not having much else to say at this point.
The Ahroun member of the quartet looks vaguely like she's about to explode. Her cheeks are flush, and she's breathing deeply. "Is the university important? Or can I take it apart brick by brick and get whatever's in there out?" she asks Helen, in what's supposed to be a quiet mutter but has rather too much vehemence behind it for it not to carry.
"Up till now, you hadn't told me anything but her name, Anji," Leslie reminds the Kinfolk gently. Unlike the others, she seems to have no doubt as to what to do, pulling Anji towards her as if to hug her tightly. "I'm really sorry you had to see that, hon, but it's OK. You're safe, and we'll find these motherfuckers, okay?" She looks up at KL, amusement lacing through her broadening smile. "I think Anji'd thank you to leave it intact, KL. Maybe you should take Helen with you and find out what you're up against before you start breaking heads, okay? And when you do break heads...take me with you, too?" There's an edge behind the last words as she starts stroking Anji's hair. Yep, this is personal.
Anji snuggles into Leslie's comforting embrace, sniffling and sobbing for several seconds. "I'm sorry I'm crap," she says indistinctly. "I know you guys see way worse but I'm not used to it like you."
Helen smiles blandly at Leslie. "You'll come when we do," she agrees. Turning to KL, she adds, "Not a good idea to get so damn angry you can't think about what we *should* do about it. Save all that for when we find out what the fuck is going on and when we can go kick some ass, okay? Then it'll help you." She runs her tongue along her lower lip. "Anji, don't worry about it, really, it's okay, you're okay, and we'll go do some investigating and see what's up." from her tone it's clear she is trying very hard to be comforting.
A very long, slow exhalation of breath from KL, and she looks daggers at Helen. "I think I'm behaving in a proportionate and sensible manner." she says, flatly. "Now, is there anything we can do tonight, or shall I just add it to the 'some point in the future' list?"
"I know you're not used to it," Leslie murmurs soothingly, continuing to stroke Anji's hair, though the keen eye might note that there's something more personal than professional in the gesture. "Just you telling us about it does us all the good in the world, see? I had no idea anything happened at the university -- I haven't read the papers lately or anything. So, how long has this been going on?" She ignores the byplay between Helen and KL for now, all her attention on Anji. "And what else has happened?"
"Less than a week, I think." Anji seems to be regaining her calmness at least partially. "The gym was the first. Broken into and trashed. I think a lot of us thought it was sophomores gotten drunk and silly, you know what these fratboys are... but then the pool... it wasn't just trashed. Nasty shit happened. Literally, from what I heard... and the guard was hurt, I don't know if he's still unconscious..." She pulls away from Leslie briefly to grab from the coffee table some issues of the campus newspaper. "All in here."
==================================== Media =================================== Message: 11/76 Posted Author News Paper Clipping Sat Nov 19, 2005 Tekkie ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Saturday, November 19th, 2005 Vandalism struck the campus of SCCU late last evening when faculty found the Gymnasium broken in to and nearly demolished. Spray paint coverered a number of walls, bleachers were broken and completely leveled, and the basketball hoops were shattered and dismantled. Authorities ask that if anyone who has known information regarding this incident, please step forward and contact Charles Stippen of the SCPD, 555-1432. Attached to the article was a picture of the scene, revealing total destruction costing in the range of high thousands to replace and repair. ============================================================================== ==================================== Media =================================== Message: 11/77 Posted Author Another SCCU Incident Sun Nov 27, 2005 Tekkie ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sunday: November 27th, 2005 Tucked away on the 10 o'clock News, News Anchor Jennifer Jenkins reports that there was another break in on campus, which left one security guard in critical condition from quite a beating, and left the swimming pool full of defecation and turned over garbage cans. The camera pans quickly through the carnage to reveal graffiti along the walls, the waters filled to the top with debris, and broken furniture and glass. Once more, anyone with details or information should contact the authorities immediately. ==============================================================================
"I didn't hear about that," Helen mumbles. "We'll check it out." She steps forward to Anji to take the newspaper, scanning it over before finding the pertinent article.
KL peers over Helen's shoulder, fuming momentarily forgotten in her desire to find out facts. "I'm still worried that the trail might be getting cold." she says, after she's finished reading it. "It's difficult to track people in the city."
Leslie moves over to peer over Helen's shoulder as the Ragabash reads, after a last glance at Anji, and after reading for a few moments, mutters something under her breath in a mix of English and Greek, the Greek not quite perfect but quite intelligible to speakers as a rather foul oath. Evidently her mother didn't teach her that phrase. "Yeah, it is," she answers KL, half-absently. "I've got the gift that means we don't have to go to lupus in the city, though. Sweet Athena, but that is foul. This is no sophomoric prank. We're going to have to track these motherfuckers down. Maybe the Gnawers can help us."
"Maybe," Anji says very diffidently, "you won't need to do much tracking. It's all happened out at SCCU so far... unless you know of more stuff happening in the city that hasn't made the news?"
Helen stares at the words on the newspaper and sighs. "I haven't heard of anything," she tells Anji, "but we'll definitely find out what the fuck is going on. And soon." She throws the newspaper back onto the coffee table. "That'll help a lot, Les," she says absently. "When do you guys want to do this? We need to go down there ASAP."
"Now." KL says, simply. "Or as soon as possible. Before someone else gets killed." She paces in a little circle, oozing caged frustration.
"But there's no guarantee that the sick bastards who are doing this are staying on campus, Anji," Leslie points out, turning back towards Anji and away from the newspaper, tightly-leashed anger leaving tension in her frame. "In fact, I doubt they are. Too much chance of being found." She looks up at the other two. "Now, as long as we stay in the Realm for this. I hate to think of what the Shadow is like here, under this moon. And agreed, KL. Before someone else gets hurt or killed." She looks again at Anji, meaningfully. "Is here anything else we need to know? I hate to cut this visit short, but we have to go now before our trail gets cold."
"Just be careful," Anji says weakly. "The place will be swarming with cops by now, police tape everywhere... I... I'm pretty tired but... I could come if you need me..."
"Now is good," Helen agrees. To Anji she shakes her head. "Don't come. You need to rest," she tells the kin. "We'll let you know what happens."
KL walks over to Anji and puts a hand on her shoulder. "We'll cope. Look after yourself and Jessica." With that, she heads for the door.
Leslie lets the others head for the door, but lingers a moment herself. "Anji, you stay here and look after yourself and Jessica. Until we tell you we've found these perps, you don't go anywhere on campus alone, you got me?" Her tone is calm, gentle, but with an edge to it that brooks no argument.
Anji watches the three Furies depart with the air of a mother sending her children off to war in foreign lands. "Be careful," she begs all three of them, with an anxious glance to each, perhaps lingering longest on Leslie. "I'll... try and sleep. But you gotta promise to check in with me as soon as you know anything. I'll be worrying."
"We'll let you know as soon as we can," Helen says with a forced smile to Anji. "Don't worry, get some rest. That's the most important thing for you."