Time/Date :It is currently 06:57 Pacific Time on Thu May 3 2007.
Place : Brownstone
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 38 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.97 and rising, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (92% full).
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.
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.
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.
It's early morning around seven, and the Brownstone is quiet. Inside, Emma sits at the table, staring across the way at a couch soaked in blood. A bowl of cereal sits in front of her and her gaze looks exhausted and paranoid.
The lift operates with a characteristic whirring and groaning sound, and then the door to the basement opens, and in walks KL, who for once appears to have remembered to use the key she was given all that time ago. "Morning, Emma!" is her breezy greeting, almost before she's entered the room. Her eyes alight on the couch, and her footsteps slow, staring at the item of furniture. "What the fuck?" she asks succinctly, somewhat aghast.
Emma turns her eyes on the Fury now, a tired madness stirring in them. The gaze is hard and intense, studying her packmate as if she were a possible enemy. "It was an evil thing," she admits, and seems only to give that as a description.
"Hell, I never thought it was that much of a piece of design myself, but why did you coat it in blood?" Never one to eschew flippancy when it's least appropriate. Perhaps sensing that her reaction might not have been ideal, KL turns and steps towards the table, pulling out a chair to sit down. When she speaks again, her voice is softer, more concerned. "What was?"
Emma is tense and on edge, but in KL's advantage, she is also tired. She looks as if she's not slept in days,- at least since whatever happened, happened. The answer that is given though, comes vague and empty. "It was a little girl."
A long pause, and then KL slumps into the seat she's pulled out. The colour has drained from her face somewhat, and she doesn't take her eyes off Emma for a second. Eventually, she finds the words to speak. "Fuck," she says, still fairly softly. "Do you want to...talk about it? Or fight about it? Or...I don't know. Anything."
"She was watching me KL. In my dreams. Fucked up dreams, -I .. I killed Grey." The words come out almost delerious. "Then outside, she was there too. She was real. Her eyes were dead though, and she touched me and things started to go numb." Her eyes close just briefly, "I took her here and tore her apart."
"You killed Grey?" KL seems confused. "Really, or just in your dreams?" She lays a hand flat on the table, close to Emma - invading her personal space, but it as non-offensive way as it's possible for what is, frankly, a fairly offensive Garou, to do.
Emma looks up now, frightened. "I don't know." The bowl of cereal remains untouched, and the hand that flattens on the table is looked at and reached for. Her fingers grab at it, squeezing it as if trying to discern if she were waking or dreaming now.
KL grips the other Ahroun's hand firmly and reassuringly. "It sounds like just dreams, though we can call Grey and check at some point." She studies Emma carefully. "It looks like you haven't slept at all. Have you?"
Emma keeps her hold on that hand, "No. No more sleep. That's where they hunt me." She stands up then, pulling away from KL. "You're one of them?"
"No, Emma, I'm not," KL says, carefully, pushing herself back from the table, unable to hide the nervous twitchiness in her muscles that would indicate she's suddenly very alert indeed. "I'm your packmate and your friend."
Emma closes her eyes again, shaking her head. The voice that follows is soft and pleading, "Then help me... please." Her hands come up to her head, fingers twining into her hair. "Stop them."
"Stop who, Emma?" KL stands slowly, hands resting on the back of her chair, a look of intense worry on her face. "Are there voices? Things? What?"
"Dreams, not just when I am sleeping. They got bad. So bad." Emma looks up now, her shivering form nothing like the Fostern Get she is, but more like a trembling girl facing demons in the closet. "I don't want to answer the call. Don't leave me. Please."
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you until you're better, or we've defeated whatever it is that's attacking you," KL promises, definitely. She sucks air through her teeth. "Who've you seen in the last few days? Any theurges?"
Emma shakes her head, "Was going to find James- when the girl. I found the girl. Yesterday? I think.
The Fury nods slowly. "It would probably be a good idea to find one. Hmm. Ideally, I think we should get out of here, get out of the city. What do you think? Out to... towards the caern. And when did you find the girl? How?"
"Outside. Just .. down the street, begging." Emma nods her head, "Yeah, outta here. City is too loud. KL." She looks up then, tense. "I think- they, they want me no. Grey said I would answer their call. The Dance?" she asks now, quite fearful.
All the blood drains from KL's face in a moment. "The...what?" she whispers, a shiver shaking her limbs. "That's not a good word, Emma. Not...good." She looks around the basement. "You need anything? Ready to go now?"
Emma nods her head, eyes turning down as she moves to the door. She tries to steady herself, to pull herself upright and proud, but the tired fear keeps her weary. They two step out of the Brownstone and begin their walk through the city. For Emma, what was once an alert caution is now a paranoid, eye-skittering fear of everything and everyone they pass.
Her companion on this Incredible Journey-style expedition is no less nervy, though she seems less afraid and more like she's about to jump anything that comes near. The combination of the two Ahroun's innate rage ensures that, although they get some speculative - if fearful - looks, people steer very wide berths around them. "Just get out of the city," KL mutters, more to reassure hereself than anything else.
Every person they pass becomes a potential threat to Emma, and she gives them all a stare and a growl. Her gait is staggered, a combination of a racing mind and exhaustion. "Who we going to?" she asks, "For help?"
"I don't know," KL admits. "Your idea of James wasn't bad. Is he still -" she does a quick check for eavesdroppers "- your tribe...what was it? Jarl?" She glances around again, nervously. "He might help."
Emma nods her head, "Yes, he is. And warder." Another few steps and the Get goes down, legs giving out on her.
KL is immediately by her side, crouching down. "What is it? Can you walk? Should I carry you?" She looks around at their environs. "It might look a bit odd. I don't want to attract any attention. But we can't stay here."
Emma blinks lightly, and then nods, "I- I can." And she moves to stand herself up again, "So tired KL.. so tired. But I can't sleep." She leans heavily on the Fury now, moving slowly at her side and looking like a drunk teenager trying to make it home the day after the party.
"Come on, then," KL says, encouragingly. She wraps an arm around the waist of the other Ahroun, and tucks her shoulder in, trying to bear as much of her weight as possible. "This might be a bit of a long walk."
Emma leans against her packmate, going slow and keeping up as best she can. As they move, and move out from the city, she relaxes somewhat as if the lack of people helped ease her mind. "I'm glad, you are here." She offers to the other.
"I'm glad too," KL says, sensing the relaxation of her pack alpha and matching it, her stride - though still supporting Emma - becomes slightly easier. "I don't really want to take you onto the bawn, in case you are being watched. Hmm." She ponders. "Still, it will take us a few hours to get out there, anyway."
"Where will we go? To get James... he stays there." She looks up then, and narrowing her eyes at something ahead, straightens up and finds a second wind of strength and energy.
"Fury house," KL says with some relish. "Or...better...Nicholson Hall. It backs right onto the bawn, and I can go and stand and yell for him, without you actually crossing the threshold. It's nice - you'll like it. Alexander owns it."
Emma grunts at this, and nods her head. She looks to KL with a curious frown and the two continue on. "I think, I need something to eat and drink."
"Sure," KL says. "I've got some money. I think there's a store not too far off. What do you fancy?" The Fury is showing no particular sign of tiring, despite the length of this expedition.
Emma looks to her and picks a step to sit on, "Wait." She rubs at her head as she sits there, quietly contemplating. "I dreamt of Signe too. She said she was disappointed in me." The Get looks to her friend, "I've not done... anything, have I?"
KL drops into an easy crouch, though the rise and fall of her chest indicates that the trip has not been without some exertion for her. "Not that I'm aware of," she says, cocking her head onto one side. "I mean, sure, there's always something, but I think you've done a pretty hot job under difficult circumstances. It seems more like something's attacking you. Pulling images from your head and twisting them. I guess it sounds like the sort of thing *they* would do. Twisting everything into lies."
"But I hate them KL, I'd fight my last breath to kill them. I wouldn't turn to them... I wouldn't." Emma rubs a hand over her face. "I, I got so withdrawn. Everything was falling apart. The tribe, the pack, the sept. An' people kept dying. All the good people, the ones I'd trust. Dying or leaving, or disappearing. I can't save them all. I couldn't save -any- of them."
"I know, Emma," KL says, resting a hand on the shoulder of the Get. "But it's not happening. Well, not more than normal, anyway. This has always been a funny Sept, full of funny people." She smiles. "It really does sound like someone has been getting into your head. I do hope James can sort it out."
Emma give a faint grin, nodding. "I want to sleep, without these demons attacking me. I want to get back to fighting, and not fearing everything." She grits her teeth, and looks to the shop. "Donuts and milk I think. That'd help."
"Right," the Fury says with a grin. "You be OK here for a second?" She stands up, and starts to head towards the door of the shop, rummaging in the pocket of her jacket for the money.
Emma gives a nod, bringing her knees up to her chest as she sits there and waits for the other to come back. When she does, instead of reaching for the food items, she reaches for the girl herself. Her arms aim to wrap around the other as she collapses into a tight hug. "Thank you KL. Thank you."
KL seems a little taken aback, but returns the hug - having first set down the carrier bag full of groceries carefully down on the floor. "It's nothing," the Fury murmurs. "Nothing you wouldn't do for me."
Emma doesn't seem inclined to let go just yet, and the embrace stays firm. Kl would likely feel just how much need is in that hug, how much the Get has been holding back and try to handle on her own. In truth, years of masking her worries may be the very cause of these internal hauntings.
The Fury doesn't say anything more, but just continues to hold the other girl, almost as if trying to transfer some of her own strength through physical contact. Eventually, she breaks the silence. "It'll be OK. All of it. One way or another."
Emma finally nods, and releases hold of the Fury. Her eyes are tired and red, but she offers a smile to the Fury. "Yah. It will, won't it." She reaches to the grocery bag and starts to fish out some of the goods.
Inside the bag is milk, in two seperate cartons, two bags of donuts and a couple of small bottles of water. "I got the water in case we need it later. And we're good for enough donuts to power a police force," KL explains with a grin.
Emma laughs slightly now, and begins on a powdered donut. "This helps, I'm feeling a little better now. Getting away from the place, and .. having you around." She eats a bit, then takes the milk, sighing. "Let's keep moving while I've got a second wind, huh?"
"Sure," KL saya, easily, scooping up the bag. "I think we've got a good couple of hours more walking, so let's do it.