Time/Date :It is currently 12:39 Pacific Time on Thu May 3 2007.

Place : Civic Center, St Claire.

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 51 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.99 and falling, and the relative humidity is 63 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)

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

Civic Center

Silver-blue steel and tinted glass rises above other buildings of concrete and cement, especially to the northern end of this area, approaching Four-Leaf Clover Street. Occasionally, along the southern edge, golden sandstone replaces the other construction materials for a building or two. Courthouse Avenue marks the southern boundary of the civil sector, with city hall, the city library, and other buildings scattered across the four or five blocks from Beaugregory to Riverfront. Those buildings are but a few stories tall; the further north in the sector the taller the buildings, until they nearly approach skyscraper status.


A tall, lean man, with prominent features and a longer than average face in which are set warm hazel eyes and a friendly, upturned mouth. His hair is a dark blond shade, cut long but neatly, and very fine, so that even a light breeze tends to ruffle it about in a carefree way. Sartorially, he tends to be seen in well-cut formal suits with pastel shirts, almost always accompanied by a tie of which he has a large selection, most of which are louder and brighter than strictly necessary. Both body and clothes are well looked after to the point of metrosexuality. He holds himself well without either slouching or excessive inflexibility, and his general style suggests an easy warmth and bonhomie which combines with his striking good looks to produce an overall impression which most people are likely to find both positive and memorable.


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.


Sometime over the last couple of years, a teen girl with a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper has grown up, and matured into a young woman. With a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper. KL is a little over five-foot tall - no late growth spurt for her - and slimly built. She moves quickly, and is rarely still for any length of time. Her natural balance and co-ordination are clearly evident in her movement, but any hint of grace is smothered with her air of irritation, hostility and restrained aggression. She manages to turn even simple activities - like ordering fries - into not particularly subtle attempts to provoke fights.
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 top by dark brown leather bands. She's really quite attractive, perhaps not a pin-up, but far from ugly, with a cute upturned nose and wide expressive hazelnut eyes. However, any level of appeal her physical appearance might have is swamped by 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 trying to decide exactly which way to kill 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 is wearing a pair of blue jeans that look brand-new, and have a designer label clearly visible on the rear, a pair of combat boots that also look new. On her upper half she is sporting a rather snazzy black leather jacket over a clean new white t-shirt.

The walk has been long and plagued by a lot of stopping along the way. Now is another one of the many pauses. Emma sits on bench, head propped up by her hands and fingers rubbing her temples. KL is with her as well, and a paper bag of goodies sits beside them.

KL is sitting next to Emma, looking worriedly at her. "I'm not sure we're going to make it out there," she says, a frown creasing her brow. "It's a really long way, and you seem to be getting weaker. Maybe I should call someone or something?" She peers into the grocery bag. "More seriously, we're running out of donuts."

Down the library steps, between the marble goddesses, looking like a handsome young deity himself, comes striding Cedric. He reaches the sidewalk at the bottom, turns into the street, and approaches the bench where KL and Emma are sitting. He doesn't seem to have seen them yet.

Emma offers a faint laugh at the girls joke but nods in agreement. "Don't have kin with keys, KL. Fuckin' sucks. No car, no license, no bus money, not that.. that we could ride it anyway." A short hiss slips through her lips as she pulls her head back from dozing off, "Don't let me sleep. Promise me."

"I won't let you sleep," KL confirms. "And I can afford the bus, but it's a really bad idea. Time of the month and all that." She ponders. "I do have kin with cars, but Alex'll be at work, and I don't have a number. And it's ages since I've seen Anji." She bites her bottom lip. "I'm not sure exactly what to do."

Cedric comes up to the bench and is about to pass by it, a lazy smile on his face for every passer-by.

"Cedric." The word falls from her lips as the man passes by Emma's line of sight. "Fuck!" she calls out louder then, suddenly gripped with anger and frustration.

KL puts a reassuring hand on Emma's shoulder. "Stay cool," she says. "Who's Cedric?" The Fury glares around the area, staring at each person in turn, as if she could defend her packmate with the sheer force of her personality. Or her rage, perhaps.

"Whoa!" Cedric jerks to a halt and twists round to face the bench, pulled out of his reverie. "Emma! And..." He clicks his fingers, having evidently forgotten KL's name if he's ever known it.

Emma looks like hell warmed over and scraped into an old tupperware. Dark circles are under her eyes and there is a definite weakness about her. She stares at him as he turns to face them, "KL. Close friend, Havoc." She swallows and pushes herself more upright as good old fashioned Get pride demands. Her eyes narrow on him though, curiously.

The Fury straightens up, and slides closer to her packmate, studying Cedric. "This is Cedric?" she asks, glancing at the Get for a moment. "He's safe? Does he own a car?" The thought of actually asking the object of her interest herself seems to be a very long way from her mind.

Cedric turns his beaming smile on KL. "Safe? Perhaps. Safe to Emma and her friends, at least. Yes, my car's in the parkin' garage over there. Just left Lucey doin' some work in the library... little research."

Emma doesn't seem sure now, if Cedric is 'safe' or not. That tension returns to her as she looks at him. Her gaze turns then, following someone as they walk past the small group and scurry a safer distance away. "Get me out," she finally rasps out, and closes her eyes all together.

KL looks up at Cedric. "OK, we need your help. We need to get Emma out of the city, and quickly. And to somewhere where we can get..." A pause, and a glance around for anyone who could help "...some spiritual guidance-type help. Can you help? Will you help?" She's all business, her eyes cold and clinical.

Cedric's eyebrows rise slowly. "Out of town? Out of state? Out of this dimension? Out of your clothes?" He shuts up, then, and listens to KL. "My friend, you've come to the right fellow. Fastest set of wheels west of the Potomac. Come on." He walks round the bench and offers KL and Emma a hand each to assist them up from their seats.

Emma takes the help up, but she keeps a hard, paranoid gaze on the Fang. Her fingers dig into each of them as rage builds, and her breath quickens. It is the final comment, likely made in jest, that sets Emma off, and with a burst of energy, she pushes herself away from the Fang. "Snake! You're one of them. I won't!"

KL reacts swiftly, moving behind Emma and grasping her shoulders. "It's OK, Emma," she says soothingly. "He's going to take us out of the city. I won't let him do anything else, anything bad." She looks up at Cedric. "Probably best to keep your distance. This really is serious."

Cedric's hands drop back to his side. "So I see," he says. "Hang me, Emma. Look at me. Do I look like some... evil critter? This is me. Cedric. Good ol' Cedric. Your friend. Your ticket out of here... c'mon," he coaxes.

"You -said- it. I won't listen to your lies. Or Grey's. Or their call. I won't do it!" she screams out. "I'll claw my own ears off, scratch my eyes out if I have to!" Emma takes a step back, but the momentary rush of energy is quickly lost and she goes wobbly on the Fury.

KL wraps her arms around Emma, part-restraining, part-reassuring. "It's OK. You're strong. I've never lied to you, Emma. Never," she murmurs reassuringly. "How far to the car?" she asks Cedric, worry painted all over her face. She lifts Emma's arm and puts it around her shoulders, wrapping her own arm around the Get's waist, supporting her.

Cedric jerks a thumb. "Over there," he says. "Or I can bring it over here, if you think it's easier, and if you can cope with her solo for a few minutes."

By Gaia's grace, Emma at least falls against the Fury with a groaning nod. "If he does anything stupid... kill him." She licks at her lips and closes her eyes again. "He - I think he is one of them."

"If he even blinks wrong, I'll kill him," KL confirms, before looking back to Cedric. "I'm not sure Emma can take much more than another step, but we're OK here for a moment." She grimaces. "Bring the cart around, I guess."

Cedric fixes KL with a steely eye. "My motor is /not/ a 'cart'," he corrects her. But he turns, and sprints across the street, shamelessly jaywalking and attracting a honk from a Toyota.

The cars skitter and turn and hit brakes as Cedric gets the vehicle. Emma remains with KL, and looks up at her with heavily lidded eyes. "Don't let me, please... please don't let me."

"I won't let anything bad happen. They'll have to come through me first, and I'm tougher than I look," KL says, with a grin. "And I can dispose of this Cedric if he does the slightest thing that seems out of line. He's just our lift out of here, nothing more." A pause. "And if you try and go to sleep on me, then I'll wake you up worse than you can possibly imagine."

It's not long before a sporty yellow car screeches to a halt at the kerbside, Cedric at the wheel. It is, indeed, not a cart. It does, however, only have two seats. Cedric doesn't seem to have realised yet that this may pose a problem.

KL looks at the car, then at Cedric, and then back at the car. She shakes her head slowly. "Is one of us going to have to climb into the fucking trunk?" she hisses, perhaps somewhat ungraciously. "Or do we run the risk of getting stopped by the police and all the problems that will involve?"

Cedric looks slightly crestfallen as KL points out the issue. "Maybe if one of you goes lupe?" he suggests vaguely.

Emma looks up, growling again, "Idiot. Fucking.. id-" At this, it finally wears on her, and the Get slumps heavy on the Fury, passing out.

"Fuck," KL says, succinctly, catching the Get in her arms. She reaches out for the grocery bag, pulls a bottle of water out, and, with her arms wrapped around Emma, uncaps it, then without ceremony, tips it over Emma's head, cascading cold water onto her face.

Cedric snaps open the passenger door. "If you get in," he invites KL, "and hunker down in the footwell, then you can shift...?" He wears a hopeful expression on his face as water drips down Emma's.

The water brings the Get fluttering back to the waking, but in no less better condition or mood. What were growls just minutes ago, turn into fearful tears and her eyes close as she lets them fall. "Gooooo," she pleads, and moves to get into the car.

KL looks disgustedly at Cedric, then helps Emma to the car. "This is the stupidest idea ever, you know," she says, conversationally, to the Silver Fang as she attempts to fold her frame into the footwell. "Tell me when there's nobody watching."

Cedric catches Emma as she zonks out again and lowers her carefully into the passenger seat, not omitting to clunk-click her seatbelt around her. "Let's blow town," he says, and takes off, aiming for the ramp to the interstate at a speed well in excess of the limit.

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