Time/Date :It is currently 08:22 Pacific Time on Wed May 30 2007.

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Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 52 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.03 and rising, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (91% 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 a bright sunny morning, and for once, unlike the usual St. Claire weather (freezing and sunny, freezing and rainy) it's actually relatively mild. KL bounces up to the front door of the safehouse with her customary vigour, but this time her knock is not the usual house-shaking thumpery, but a rather more normal rat-a-tat-tat.

It takes longer for the door to open this time, and when it does, it is once more CJ that opens it. She offers a faint smile, and looks behind the Fury. "You alone? Hi."

"Of course I'm alone," KL says. "I don't have a pack at the moment." She enters the safehouse. "How're you doing? Is anyone else up? I was hoping to catch you by yourself if I could."

CJ looks around, "It's all clear. For now anyway. I've been hiding out down here most of the morning." She seems extra cautious today, her gaze kept active on the upstairs landing and the front door. "I feel a little better today I guess. But I still don't really like hanging out here."

KL looks concerned. "By the way, did anyone try to break in or anything last night?" She looks around the room, particularly at the window, as if looking for signs of intruders. "Oh, and I have been very busy. Do you know how difficult it is for me to get served in the shops at the moment?"

CJ nods, "I can imagine. The moon gets big, and people like us even less, right?" She glances to the window and shakes her head, "No, no one tried to break in, why?"

"The security camera outside has been moved," KL says, still prowling. "This house is probably still quite difficult to break into, though." She looks quite dangerous at the moment, very alert and edgy. Well, as dangerous as a 5 foot-not-much girl can look. "And yeah, that's right. And they don't like me much to begin with."

CJ feigns surprise. "Moved? How could you tell?" She glances toward the door as if just looking in that direction might yield a clue. Still, the fact the girl noticed at all brings a grey palor to the young cub.

"Because I looked," KL says, turning to face CJ. "It's not a lot, but it's pointing lower than it was yesterday. I can't see any other signs of someone attempting to get in, but that doesn't mean there aren't any. Not my area of specialisation." She smiles. "Sorry, I'm probably just being jumpy. After I last mowed the lawn of the Fury house, something didn't feel right every time I walked up the path. And *I'd* done that." She pauses, then sticks her hand in her pocket and then brings it out again. Something silver falls to the floor with a little clang. KL steps back and away from it, as if she hasn't noticed it at all.

CJ looks down at the dropped item, "Hey you dropped something KL." She moves then to pick it up for the other, curious and yet genuinely helpful in this gesture. "And maybe it was just the wind on the camera. Those things can be fickle."

KL's eyes narrow. "I don't think I dropped anything," she says, dismissively. "Especially not the spare key to the basement flat of 1356 Elson Street that I went to so much trouble to have made yesterday." She pauses. "The wind? Possibly. Don't recall it being that windy, but then I was inside too much yesterday."

CJ grins widely and reaches down to take up the key. "Oh, yeah. Must be my imagination. I don't see a thing on the floor." The item is picked up and shoved into her pocket. "Hey! Can you do that rite that makes my clothes stay on me?"

"I wish," KL says. "No, in other words. Try a theurge. Which reminds me, by the way, have you been checked for wyrm taint yet?" She folds her arms over her chest. "Because, you know, some people have got into trouble in the past over that sort of thing."

CJ lifts one eyebrow up at that. "Wyrm taint. Ohman. If you are telling me, we can get worms like dogs can, I am going to be seriously bummed out about this whole 'deal' thing again." The girl moves back toward KL, slipping the key into her pocket. "You know what'd help me I think. Just like, a list. Of all the pros and cons. Tell me what's up on both sides so I can at least *know* what to expect.

The Fury Ahroun finally sits down, looking thoughtful for a bit. "No, not that sort of worm. Never mind. That's really not something I can tell you about." Her nose twitches, and then she looks up at CJ, deadly serious. "There are no cons."

"No cons? Come on. How about the idea that just to learn our stuff, we're expected to endure pain and suffering. That's not something you get on a Sandals vacation, so I'm listing that as a con. And another would be that I'm stuck up in this place, for god knows how long because apparently, the Walkers don't even *have* a half moon to train me." CJ smirks, "Con." A shoulder flicks upwards, "So list'em. Pros and cons."

"Most of the things you are talking about are no different to everyone else's lives," KL points out. "I guess if you're after a con, you stopped being a child when you firsted. Sure, some of us can be fucking childish occasionally, but still. Even as a cub, it's grow up fast time. Pros... your life will matter. You'll be able to achieve something. You'll have people who will want to be with you, people who you'll feel closer to than you can easily imagine." She shrugs. "You'll be fast and strong and things you do will feel really right. On the other hand, you'll be scared sometimes. Angry a lot of the time. People will try to kill you for what you are." She grimaces. "And that's the thing. You don't get to say no to the deal. You are what you are, more or less. Certainly, you're Garou. Your only other choice is dead Garou. Personally, I prefer living."

CJ brings her legs up under her as the list is made, her attention on the Fury intently. "Wait wait. You said I'd feel closer to people than I could imagine. How? Why? Right now, I'd rather be anywhere than with these guys. Mick is a mouthy, tough-guy asshole, and Chris is depressing. I mean, if he were any more goth, he'd be dead. Kevin is grumpy, Tu is.. I don't even know what he is yet. Timothy is alright, so far. And then there's.. " she stops, "Well as far as the Walkers go. No, I don't feel close to any of 'em. At all. I don't think I want to."

The Fury screws up her face. "It's really hard to explain. And there are always going to be people you don't like." She waggles a hand. "Take me and Basil. I can't stand him. Can't stand him one little bit. Never have. But there will be people you get on with, some in your tribe, perhaps even most, but some outside too." She shakes her head. "Wish you could have met Nat. You'd have liked her."

"Who was she? Actually, you know who I kinda liked? The guy who brought me here. Grey. Something about him- I dunno. He was like. Calm. In a really stiff tense sorta way. He shot me straight too, no bs, no growly threats, just. I dunno." CJ sighs, tilting her head back. "But I'm stuck here now, with the people I don't get on with."

"Yeah. Grey's a bit...complex," KL says. "Nat was the Glasswalker elder back a little ways. She was tough, and she didn't take shit from people, but she was good, y'know. I liked her, anyway. Who are Mick and Chris?"

"The other cubs here. The ones that drive me absolutely crazy. Though honestly, they're not near as bad as the one locked up downstairs. Just, Mick. God, you know you showed me that dam thing? He's like a deluge pushing on it. And he doesn't let up. I'm gonna snap on him one day soon if he doesn't back off." CJ shakes her head, "And that part is kinda scary too."

"I didn't show you anything," KL says, absently. "What are they? Any Ahrouns? And yes, not snapping on people who irritate you is the key. Not always easy. Don't worry about the guy downstairs, he'll settle down. Or...well, he'll settle down. They almost always do."

CJ looks back at KL, "No, new moons. Both of them. Perverted little creeps, always talking about hunting porn on the internet, and like I said, Mick keeps pushing on me. Talking about how he's so fine and dandy with this whole thing, and boy how we better toughen up." She glances to KL, "Is he right? Do I have to look on at people tearing limbs apart from eachother and be just fine with it? Is there anything wrong with the fact, that it *bothers* me to see that?" She sighs heavily, "I've always thought I was tough, ya know? But, seeing arms get lobbed off still kinda messed with me, and now Mick goes off making me feel like I'm a pansy for admitting it."

"New moons? You're stuck in a house with three Ragabash?" KL is incredulous. "I'm surprised you haven't ripped their heads off and started playing volleyball with them. Three fucking Ragabash!" She calms down. "Look, Ragabash are really important. They tend to be good at finding out stuff, and more importantly, they keep pressing at weaknesses, asking questions. But they can be really fucking irritating too." KL shakes her head. "I don't know about being 'just fine' with it. It can be pretty horrid, though I should warn you there's even more horridness ahead, when you meet the enemy. But you do sort of get used to a level of injury that most other people would find fucking creepy, just because you know you can deal with it. Look, you're a skater, right? You must have come off your board a few times? How do you find the injuries that result? And how do people you were at school with find them? What about footballers. I seem to recall the footballers were always beat up, but it didn't really bother them"

CJ grins a bit when the skating is brought up. "I had road rash on my hip once, from here," she points to her waist and directs it down to her knee, "all the way to here. The other girls in school wigged out about it, but it wasn't bad at all." She hmms thoughtfully, "So you're saying that once I get accustomed to it, it won't be so 'holy crap' anymore? Well, that's -I guess it makes sense. Still, I'm not a wuss KL. People can be scared of stuff and still not be a wuss. That's where real courage comes from. It's not from being unafraid of stuff, its from being afraid and still getting over it."

"Of course," KL says, nodding. "And sometimes you can forget that you're scared." She lifts a hand and rubs her cheek. "I never thought you were a wuss. What you're seeing is quite extreme. I mean, worse than I ever saw when I was a cub." She shakes her head. "It is really not all like this at all. There are stories and...sort of parties and fun, as well as annoyance and violence." A vicious grin. "Of course, I quite like the violence bit. It goes with my job." "Full moon badass then, right? I met a half moon yesterday. A Shadow Lord. He said I wouldn't have friends because I was a half moon." CJ looks down at this. "Do I get to pick something else if I want?"

KL looks pensive, and a bit uncomfortable. "Yes...ish." She grimaces, and shakes her head. "It is possible, but it's considered to be a really bad thing to do." A pause. "I don't think that's true, though. About being unpopular, or not having friends. Sure, you have to make some hard decisions, and they won't always be popular. But that doesn't mean you won't have friends." She shakes her head again. "Most of us believe in the rules, even if not always in the interpretation. And we believe in being punished when we do wrong..." Her voice trails off, and she looks a bit distant, lost even.

"What if you have to punish one of your friends though?" CJ reaches over to pick up her PSP, checking it over for any lingering damage from its recent time away from her. "What if they did something wrong, but you don't want them to be in trouble for it. Does the judge get in trouble then?"

"I said you'd have to make hard decisions," KL says. "That would be hard. But what sort of friend are you if you cover up for someone doing something wrong. And I mean really wrong, not just a bit naughty." She shakes her head. "OK, here's a situation for you. A friend of yours has done something that puts a caern in danger of being violated - you know about that one. It's a mistake, not deliberate, but they should have known better. They told people when they found out. But they still should have known better. Do you punish them? If you don't, will anyone else take more care?"

CJ looks down as the scenario is put out before her. "I guess. But maybe punish them less since it was an accident or something." She sighs, "God this is stupid. Why couldn't I be a prankster like the other two. I am *so* not into this whole law and order thing."

KL smiles and leans back. "I think you'll be fine. And I think not wanting to do it is actually a plus point. It's not about law and order, it's about fairness. It's about preventing everything from going off the rails. Look, all of the auspices are important. But in some specific ways, Philodoxes can be the most important for how we survive, and how we live together." She pauses. "That was me. That situation. I did that."

CJ glances to the other, "What'd you do? And how did they punish you. Please don't tell me I have to come up with weird ass punishments, like, stringing you on a rack or something."

"Oh no, there are some particular punishment rites. Or you can demand some kind of service," KL explains. "Hard to explain what I did at the moment. It was a mistake, I assumed something I shouldn't have assumed." She shrugs. "There's a rite that changes your voice, makes it high and squeaky. It's a symbol of shame. I had that for two months." A pause. "I thought it was harsh. Unfair, even. I deserved to be punished, but I felt it was too severe. Still a bit resentful about it."

CJ frowns, "That sounds really annoying. I wouldn't want to talk at all if that happened to me." The girl shakes her head, "What about - what if you disobeyed your bosses orders. How would you get punished then?"

"Depends on the circumstance," KL says. "In battle? It's really really serious. I mean...it's one of the worst things I can think of." A rueful grin. "But in other circumstances, less so. Why?" CJ lifts her shoulders innocently, "Curious about this stuff. Like, let's say, I went downstairs after being told not to. Then what do you think would happen to me?" "You're a cub. Um... They'd confiscate your gadgety thing for a week?" KL says. "Or lock you in your bedroom." She shrugs. "Or just shout at you or something. I don't know."

CJ grins a little, "Oh. So, basically the same stuff my dad would do. That's not so bad I guess." She waves the gadgety thing, "It's a PSP. A video game, but portable. Wanna try it?"

KL throws up her hands. "No! Not my sort of thing at all. And really not now, unless you want a new one." She shakes her head. "I mean, they can be frustrating, right? I'd end up throwing it across the room. I once tried to put together some flat pack furniture. It didn't go well."

CJ startles a little and then grins, "Ok ok, maybe some other time. You can watch movies on this thing too. Like a little mini tv. But I didn't - oh hey, I should go buy some movies for it." She nods at this, "Totally. Too bad you can't come upstairs, I'd show you." A grin in response. "I don't watch movies very often. I went once with Kovo. The Chronicles of Narnia : The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe." KL looks wistful. "We had the place almost to ourselves. There were some people there at the start, but they all left fairly quickly. Don't know why, I thought it was good. Though some of the fighting was really unrealistic. I told Kovo that." CJ grins, "That's a pretty good flick. Did you see Lord of the Rings. You probably would like that fighting a whole lot better." The girl seems to relax and come into herself now, easily chatting with the other. "Or if you like movies where the girls kick butt, Charlies Angels hah."

"No," KL says, with a mournful shake of her head. "That's the only move I've seen since...um...2000?" She bites her lip. "I quite like them, but it's difficult, you know. For me. To get tickets, to go in. All that sort of thing."

"You should go during the day and at the cheapo theatres. Or, I can rent them and you can watch them here. That'd be pretty cool, and I wouldn't mind seeing them again." CJ smiles at this. "Next time you come over, I'll be sure to have something. I can set up Netflix." KL smiles. "I don't watch TV. It's bad for you. But I can make occasional exceptions, I guess." She sighs. "I wish I could show you stuff, like what I can do." She suddenly looks bright. "I can run really far, and I can move faster than you can believe." The Fury suddenly grins. "Hmm. Do you have a piece of board anywhere? An old chopping board or something?"

CJ stands up and moves to the kitchen to rummage around. "You gonna kungfu it or something?" She rummages about for a while and then comes back empty handed. "Nothing I'd trust is expendable."

"Bah," KL says. "Ah well. I don't really do kung-fu, though I did have some karate lessons once, and they've been really useful." She gestures at herself. "I'm not very big, except in Crinos, and so I tend to throw and kick rather than just slug it out." She shrugs. "Gotta use what you have."

CJ nods, "I'll have to learn to fight too won't I? I've never actually, uhm swung a fist at anyone before. I usually just talk my way out or have bigger friends to stand up to bullies."

"Yeah," KL says, with a grin. "Everyone fights. Don't worry about it, it's actually fun. Especially because you can just shift and heal any damage really quickly, when you're done." She stretches her arms above her head. "Ages since I've had a good fight."

"Dunno if I'll think it's fun, but I'll just have to see I guess. Maybe once I get that far along, you can show me stuff. Since you're all Cami and stuff." The girl pauses, "Cami as in Street Fighter, not as in army gear." She smiles. KL looks totally blank. "What are you talking about?" She looks puzzled. "Is this some glasswalker thing I don't know about? Don't tell me any clan secrets."

CJ laughs. "No, Street Fighter is a video game, and Cami is the femail character in it that totally kicks ass. They made a movie out of that too, I'll put that on our Netflix list." CJ smiles a little, suddenly looking around and getting a bit edgy again. "Speaking of that, uh, I should probably go upstairs and put that together. You be around tomorrow maybe?" "Sure," KL says. "I can be. It's a couple of hours to get in, but not too bad. The exercise is fun." She smiles. "I like the idea of females kicking ass. It's what I do." She bounces up to her feet. "Look after yourself, hey?" "Yeah, I will. Thanks KL. You've been really cool this whole time." CJ smiles then and with not much hesitation, turns and bounds up the stairs. "I'll rent some good stuff for you." CJ pages to the room: wee, hugs! CJ has left.

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