Time/Date :It is currently 06:33 Pacific Time on Tue May 22 2007.
Place : Farmhouse
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.22 and steady, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (36% full).
A lathe-turned wooden railing runs the length of the porch save where the steps are, well-worn with use. To the right of the stairs, a wide swing is suspended from the overhang which shelters this area; to the left, a small table is the centerpiece for several chairs pulled around it, all of which face out to the front yard and the fields and trees beyond. The spring breezes which blow through hold the promise of new growth to come, filling the space with an openness that includes all of the farm. The low shrubs planted in the rich bed of earth beyond the railing hold new leaves and tiny buds which threaten to burst into color at any moment.
An aging screen door newly refurbished stands between the heavy inner door of the house and the outside air. Four steps lead down to the lane, a number of pots with small flower seedling carefully arranged alongside them.
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.
Having grown over the past few months, Basil's risen to the nearly average height of five foot eight inches tall. The boy's hair has grown too, no longer short and light blonde it's grown to reach his shoulders. Hanging loose and wild, the combed hair curls and twists near the edges in a straw like appearance. The angular and almost feminine appearance of his pretty face still remains, making him look somewhat younger at first inspection. Marring his otherwise attractive face are three scars running from the top of his right eyebrow, cutting right through it and across the eye down to the middle of his cheek. A close observer could tell that the eye in that socket doesn't match the blue in the other. Around his neck is a thick, wide black collar with metal studs covering the majority of it. A good eye could pick out a grease or some substance smeared on the metal to reduce how much it reflects. Across his slim shoulders hangs a black leather jacket regardless of weather, left hanging open. The shirt beneath is plain and black but features a large white design of a sheep on marionette strings in an awkward pose. His lower half is covered by leather riding pants and a big pair of old black leather engineer boots. His hands are covered with a pair of black plated riding gloves.
Sprawled out on a lawn chair with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a beer in the grass beside him, Basil looks up at the clouds rolling in on the horizon. "Gaia bring the lightning." He mumbles to himself, then takes another sip of beer. Another empty can lays in the grass beside him, along with an empty plate and a paper towel.
As if in answer to his prayer, up the road comes KL, dressed in a white t-shirt and cycling shorts. She's running quite hard, plait streaming out behind her, and she doesn't notice Basil until she's well past the gate into the farmyard. Even worse, she doesn't recognise him until she's almost on top of him. "Who the..." her first words of greeting trail off, and she grinds to a halt. "Basil." The amount of contempt it's possible for one diminutive Garou to put into one name is quite impressive.
Basil gestures up at her with his beer can. "Hey. Yeah, it's me. Bad-Penny's the new name, wolf name anyways. Someone's got to mooch booze out of the farmhouse's fridge. Why not me? Hows it hanging?" Basil takes another hit off the can and drops the empty in the grass beside him, drumming his fingers on the arm of his plastic chair.
"It doesn't hang," KL responds, angrily folding her arms over her chest and staring at the reclining Bone Gnawer. "But then you always have been a bit vague about the difference between men and women." A thought crosses her mind, and she raises an eyebrow. "Have you been to the Safehouse recently?"
"Neither does mine in these pants, there ain't room for it." Basil replies, sitting up just long enough to adjust the chair behind him. "You'd be surprised how well I know the differences. But anyways, yeah, I kind of live there and all. You didn't know? Tu gave me a room ages ago."
"I thought I recognised your foul stench when I was last there," KL retorts. "Anyway, have you seen Grey recently? I'm a bit worried that something has happened to him." She doesn't seem overly worried, more pissed off than anything else.
"I'll tell you if you apologize." Basil tells her with a small smile, tilting his head to one side. "When did Emma leave anyways? I would have come to say goodbye if I knew she was on her way out, I'm going to miss her. She was probably one of the strongest fighters here for a while."
"Two weeks ago," The Fury says, looking down at the ground. "She left quickly. I don't think she wanted a lot of fuss. Or maybe I provided enough fuss. I'm sure she'll be back, though, when she's dealt with her stuff." A pause. "Just tell me where the fuck Grey is?"
"Yeah, I heard. I woulda hoped she would have at least said goodbye to me, but I guess we weren't as close as I thought." Basil gestures around in a circle with his cigarette, sounding a bit more downcast than before. "Splitsville. He's gone, left, and didn't say where he went."
KL sits down with a thump on the ground, just in front and to the right of Basil, and doesn't say anything for some considerable time. "Fuck," she says, eventually, looking up at the Gnawer. "That's annoying."
"Yeah, I know. Don't you love it when two friends up and go with no warning?" Basil leans forward and offers her his cigarette. "At least Cedric and Tim are looking to keep Havoc alive, so Emma's good thing won't die here, eh?"
"I hope so," KL says, somewhat dubiously. "I think Cedric might be annoyed with me." She suddenly glares at Basil. "What are you doing with yourself lately, anyway? Attacked anyone? Ruined anyone's reputation?"
"I never ruined anyone's reputation." Basil replies coolly. "I've been doing the same old same old, patrolling the woods and city by myself, fighting and winning, y'know. My pack's doing just fine without me, and it'll give Kevin a chance to shine."
"I'm not surprised your pack's doing OK without you," KL comments, pulling herself up to her feet. "And Kevin doesn't need you to give him the chance to shine." There's some bitterness there, for some reason. "Unless you have much more news, I will leave you in peace. Don't litter the lawn."
"I wanted to leave quietly, Kevin's the one that wanted to show the Sept how dirty he was. Ask him yourself if you don't believe me." Basil lays back in his seat again, taking a pair of cheap sunglasses out of his jacket. "He's also the one that wanted to run after, where I stood. Don't be pissed at me because someone you like made a bad choice." Basil throws on his sunglasses and watches the woman, not quite as relaxed as before.
"I'll be pissed at you for whatever fucking reason I fucking well like," KL replies, sweetly. "And you don't fucking well get to tell me." She turns and starts to walk away.
"Must suck to know the person you hate so much acted more honorably than one you care about." Basil calls, waving to her as she goes while puffing on his cigarette.
KL looks back over her shoulder. "I don't hate you, Basil," she says, as she goes. "You aren't worth that." With that, she breaks into a run, and heads off back down the lane.
"Women get so pissy when they don't get laid." Basil murmurs to himself after KL's a good thirty feet away, giving her a jaunty wave with his free hand.