Time/Date :It is currently 07:32 Pacific Time on Tue May 29 2007.

Place : Safehouse

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.10 and steady, and the relative humidity is 89 percent. The dewpoint is 38 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (84% full).

Safehouse: Common Area(#2947RAJ)

The foyer of this house is set off from the living room with its octagonal bump-out by a four foot high halfwall. Stairs lead up from the foyer, turning and disappearing to the right, and a wooden door with a keycard lock claims the wall opposite the living room. The rest of the main floor is taken up by a small bathroom across the hallway from a dining room which is separated from the kitchen at the back of the house by another half-wall. The decor is decidedly sparse - white walls, beige carpeting in the living and dining rooms and down the hall, unremarkable vinyl in the foyer and kitchen.
A used couch and a pair of recliners are grouped around a coffee table in the living room, with a foursome of wooden chairs claiming the bump out for quieter conversation. The dining room boasts a white laminate table with four aluminum and vinyl-upholstered chairs - too new to be 'vintage', too old to be trendy. The appliances and cupboards in the kitchen are new - or at least refurbished to look like it - and a door leads out to the backyard from there.
Up the stairs are a number of empty rooms where anyone affiliated with the Sept can crash and an office for private meetings. The Glass Walkers have their own area accessible via a locked door off the foyer. The main doors themselves lead back out to the front porch of the house.


Slight of frame but not wiry, this young girl has an athletic build that speaks of an active lifestyle. Clean lines suggest that beneath a rather non-descript physique are muscles capable of handling a variety of tasks. Her skin is a sun-bronzed caucasian, and she sports rough elbows and typical 'kid scars'. Her gait is steady and sure, though also at times very lazy and laid back.
Blonde hair hangs straight to just past her shoulders; long enough to be tied into a ponytail and short enough to not get in her way. Her eyes are brown and full of playfulness and mischief, but on occasion grow a much harder edge. She smiles often and laughs easily, reminding all those who see her that she is a young teen ready to have fun.


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.

It's just past breakfast hour in the safehouse, and CJ is creeping quietly about and examining every door, cabinet, drawer and closet she can find. She's pretty mousey about it as well, trying to make as little noise as possible.

It's just past breakfast hour outside the safehouse too, and KL is walking fairly loudly up to the front door and, as is usual, fiercely banging on it with the kind of energy and enthusiasm that suggests that she's trying to make *as much* noise as possible. Or knock it down.

CJ startles visibly as the door is knocked upon, and then, after a moment of thoughtful hesitation, approaches it. Finding a familiar face, the young cub opens it up and looks to the other, "You gotta help me. Don't make me stay here, please!"

"Fuck," KL replies, succinctly. "Let me in and we'll talk." She takes a step towards the door, without waiting to see if CJ is going to step away from the door or not.

CJ steps aside and looks over her shoulder, as if to see if anyone else is around that might have overheard. "There's a crazy guy in the cellar, and he threw a meat cleaver at Kevin last night. It sunk into his chest, and then, then he turned around, Kevin did, and lopped the kids arm off and threw him into the cellar. It's all crazy. I'm the *only* girl here, and everyone is nuts. Mick thinks this is all cool, Chris thinks it's all emo, and, and Kevin said we need to understand what we are, and if it takes cutting off *our* arms, so be it." At this, she goes back to looking through the drawers frantically.

KL makes sure the door is closed behind her, and walks up behind CJ. "What're you looking for?" she asks, curiously. "Money? ID?" She seems totally unfazed by CJ's exposition.

"A gun." She slams shut the one drawer to start poking into the next cabinet. "They have to have them somewhere. Bunch of goons like this." CJ stops then, turning to look around, "You going to help me?"

"Not to look for a gun, no," KL says, taking a couple of steps away. "I don't like them very much." She sits herself down on the arm of a chair, still watching the cub intently. There's something about her pose that makes it look like she's about to spring into action. "What're you intending to do with it? Shoot someone?"

"If I have to." The words come out easily, and only after the fact does CJ stop and turn back again, "In defense. I just mean, that I don't want any knives thrown at me, or anyone tearing my arms off like they are some wookie or something. If it comes to that sorta thing, then yeah, I'd shoot them. Right now, I'm a sitting duck. I need to get out, or get some protection."

KL nods slowly. "Yeah, I can see that it's a bit confusing. And worrying." She purses her lips thoughtfully. "His arm will grow back. It'll take a while, but it'll grow back. It's quite hard, though not impossible, to get permanently injured." She pauses. "A gun won't do you much good. If you had one, right now, and it was pointing at me, then you might get to shoot me once before I got to you, maybe. And it wouldn't even slow me down."

CJ frowns at this, her forehead wrinkling with worry. "Well that's just great then, isn't it! What am I supposed to do!? That guy down there, he could snap and just kill me, and what do I have to stop him? Nothing! It's like living with a bunch of retards here, and I hate it! That guy that first got me, he was cool. And Timothy is cool. But the rest of them here, they're going to make me crazy. Or dead. And I don't want to be either!"

"First of all, calm down," KL says, with a little horizontal wave of her hand. "You are at least as dangerous as the guy in the basement, if not more so, as you appear to be sane." She pauses. "But I guess you don't know how to do that sort of thing yet, and it's really not my place to teach you." Her brow furrows. "I'm worried you're going to run away, and it's a really bad idea."

"I am nowhere near as dangerous as that guy. He threw a meat cleaver. A meat. Cleaver. AT Kevin! What if it had been me, and I couldn't figure out how to shift? I'd be dead. That cub down there, he says the tribers are bad, that they are corrupt and slaves to the spirits. He's a ronin or something. So he knows what he's doing." CJ turns around and slumps to the ground, pulling her hands up over her face, "I'm scared okay? I thought, at first, this all felt ... somehow right. And now it doesn't. Now it scares me to death."

"Yeah. You know those two things aren't exclusive, right?" KL explains, with a flash of a smile. "One thing, first of all, Luna is getting very fat. So all of us are edgy. Including you. Second thing, it's OK to be scared. Third thing..." She pauses, looking thoughtful again. "I can't help you that much. I could teach you how to defend yourself, I could teach you how to shift. But that really would be stepping on Tu's toes, and I'm not about to do that. I won't help you to run away, either. But..." She scrunches up her nose and then pauses, for longer this time.

CJ looks up and drops her hands from her face with a quick wipe of her fingers. The hint of tears are there and she drops her gaze into her lap. "What good will it do, if they can shift, and I can't. And guns, and knives, and baseball bats don't do anything but piss them off, what am I supposed to do? I want to go back to my family, I don't want to stay with these freaks here."

"Didn't you tell me you frenzied when you first changed?" KL says, staring hard at the cub now. "What do you think would happen if you did that around your family? When your Dad told you to empty the bins or clean something? Or that you couldn't go out? And you snapped? What would happen to them?" Her voice softens. "Best you stay away from them, at least until you have some control."

"I snapped because the guy I snapped on, was about to rape me! That's a big difference from being told to do my homework!" CJ looks up at the other now, shaking her head. "None of you remotely understand this. At all." She heaves herself up and folds her arms anxiously across her chest. "And it's not like I am getting a chance to learn anything here, when they have all these other stupid cubs, and stupid people doing stupid things and getting in the way."

"I do understand, CJ," KL says, sliding off the arm and into the chair. "I really do. "It's horrible and scary and annoying." Her voice is much softer than before, and she looks very concerned. "Um... hate to tell you this, but the next time you frenzy it'll be at a much smaller thing than the first. Probably." She ponders. "Look, hmm... OK. Let's change the subject. Did you know that there's another safe place for Garou in the city of St.Claire?"

CJ shakes her head to the question, "I didn't. Does that mean I can go there instead? And how do I stop from frenzy?" The girl shifts her weight back and forth with tension now, her arms still folded. "Can you stay here? So that if something goes wrong, you can .. can help me."

"Yeah, I can stay here for a bit," KL says, with a little smile. "There's a room upstairs I can crash in. But there are some issues with me being here. Have you met Basil?" She pauses. "It's not my place, in any sense, to suggest you could go to the Brownstone at 1356 Elson Street, especially not the basement there. You should stay here, and the Walkers would react badly if you ran away. They would not be happy at all." She pauses. "Kevin is a good person. Talk to him."

"Last thing Kevin said was that if I didn't start understanding what I was, that he'd cut my arms off to prove it to me. I think I'd rather not talk to him." CJ looks down again, "I didn't do anything wrong here, I've been trying so hard to 'get it'. I know the litany and stuff, and I was getting it, but.. not this. Not this other side."

KL looks disdainful at Kevin's threat. "Machoistic shit. 'Cut your arms off'. Next time he says that, threaten to cut off his fucking nuts. Should have an interesting reaction." She grins, not entirely pleasantly. "Look, all this stuff is really extreme, but it isn't that scary." Another pause. "OK, look, why don't you tell me how you think shifting works? There's no harm in you talking as if to an empty room."

CJ looks down a little and takes in a deep breath, nodding. "Yeah, ok." She moves to the chair then and crawls up into it. "I did once, sorta. Did you know the basement is crawling with cockroaches? I don't like that either. Anyway, Chris scared me with one, and that got me to do it. So I guess, extreme emotion. Fear, anger, - can sadness do it too? But that stuff can help. And they said to just imagine things in that form and try to picture yourself in it."

The Fury Ahroun raises an eyebrow. "Hmm. I wonder if we have a source of strong emotion anywhere within us? By the way, have you ever looked at a dam, over a river, and seen them open a sluice gate and let just a little bit of water out? They use that to generate power. I like dams a lot."

"They have some in Seattle, yeah. You can control the water level that way too, letting out just enough, but not too much to flood the banks further downstream." CJ seems to calm down a little bit now, and after a moments thought, grins. "So that's how it works, but how do you find the resevoir? I mean, right now I don't feel anything being dammed up."

"Damn Philodoxes," KL mutters. She looks up at CJ and raises an eyebrow. "Stupid fucking kid. Out of your depth. It probably will be better if you do get yourself killed. Oh, and skaters are all fucking wastes of space."

CJ narrows her brows together, "Hey! What the hell? Rather be a skater than miss mood swing here!" The level of tension rises a hair, and with the moon eager to add its fuel, the girl suddenly goes wide-eyed. "Whoa. Was that it?"

KL smiles and makes "calm down" motions with her hands. "Isn't it amazing what you can discover all by yourself?" She comments, wryly. "Don't ever let anyone tell you that you're not bright, and that you're not valuable." She pauses and grins. "Still not sure about skaters, though."

CJ grins a little, "C'mon, skater girls are hot. They're tough, they aren't afraid of skinned knees, they don't cry..well, they rarely cry." She takes a deep breath, "I know I'm bright, even Grey seemed to think I was okay, but the others here. All the cubs. I really hate it."

The Fury nods. "It's not forever," she says. "Though it might well feel like it. But don't do anything stupid. Look, one thing I can do is give you the telephone number of the Fury house. That's where I live, with some others of my tribe. I can't guarantee to always be there, but leave a message and I'll come as quickly as I can, no matter where you are."

CJ looks to her at this, "You serious? You would do that for me?" The girl looks much brighter now, "And - and how can I get through this part here, without being scared of what's gonna happen?" She laughs, "You know, you'd be amazed at what I can do on a board and have no fear of doing it. But this is scarier."

"Yeah, sure," KL says with a nod, then looking serious. "How do you get through this? A day at a time. An hour at a time. You'll be bored most of the time, and scared some of it. And yes, it is scary, but do remember that the people here - Kevin, Tu, etc, don't want to kill you. Or even harm you long-term. Have you been shown how quickly we heal, by the way?"

"Well I saw Kevin heal that cleaver outta his chest. But he had to shift to do it, so that's I guess, what I'm worried about. What if I can't shift and I just.." she shrugs, "He said it was like a bee sting, but, somehow I don't believe it."

KL laughs. "Oh no, it hurts like fuck. But knowing you don't have to put up with it for long is really helpful. Though, to be honest, healing hurts too. You do kind of get used to it." She pauses. "This is non-controversial information. Yes, you can only heal in one of the forms that isn't your "normal" one. Well, only heal super quick. You know the forms?"

CJ shrugs a little, "There's five. Starts in this form, then gradually goes to the big one and then into wolf. Timothy showed me and Kevin tried to teach me how to get into them. Uhm. Homid, Glabro, Crinos, ...Hispo, and Lupus."

The Fury nods. "Yep, that's them. Any one other than homid will do for healing. Most people, I've noticed, pick Glabro. Partly because it's quickest to get to from Homid, partly because you can still open jars in it." A pause. "I mean, you can open jars in Crinos, but usually someone has to tidy up afterwards."

CJ lets out a little giggle at that, grinning for a moment before remembering she's supposed to be upset and frustrated. "I guess they would all have advantages right? Good smell in lupus, really freaking scary in crinos. Is Glabro stronger and beefier?"

KL nods. "Yes. Good for carrying things." She shrugs. "Though you have to avoid being seen by normal people in all of them except Lupus and homid. And you may want to avoid it in Lupus, as they tend to go all "look ma, a wolf! I'm a-goin' to shoot it before it starts a-eatin' our chickins"."

CJ nods her head, "And certainly not in the city where wolves don't belong. That'd be pretty dumb too. Get snatched by animal control I bet." She sniffs and then leans back, sighing. "How long is it gonna be like this? All cooped up and crazy?"

The Fury screws up her face. "Depends, really. Tu's the person that will decide that. Different tribes, different places. I'd guess when you're safe to go outside, they'll let you. It's not like it's some big thing being locked up in a fairly comfortable house. It's just a safety thing."

"I don't mind the house, I mind the people in it." CJ huffs, and leans back. "I'll ask him next time I get a chance, and he's not prying cleavers out of anyones hand. Don't see why I get to be punished, for being the sane one. Whatever. Oh hey. Can you do me a favor? I really need some Mickey D's. If I give you enough for both of us, will you run out and get it?"

"Sure," KL says, with a grin. "And no need to give me money. I have some of my own. My treat." She stands up. "Oh, and you should know that there's a special thing called Dedication which is done on your clothes, and means they shift with you. If that isn't done, if you shift, your clothes will end up in pieces of the floor. Now, what do you want?"

CJ nods her head, "I know. They wanted me to shift back, all naked in front of them, and I said no. Waited till they left. Those perverts." She frowns, seeming very bothered by this. Then, however, comes the promise of food. "A number 1 with a shake, thanks! I'll getcha back when I am allowed out, I promise."

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