Time/Date :It is currently 06:47 Pacific Time on Fri Jun 8 2007.

Place: Safehouse

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.09 and rising, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (48% 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.

Kathryn-Laura(#3278POXc)

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 hangs loose around her shoulders, the front falling to frame her face. Her hair looks like it has been cut recently, and by someone with at least a little skill. 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.

CJ

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.

The resident female cub sits in a rather odd place this morning. She's on the floor, back to the counter, in the kitchen. The back door is open, leaving only the stormwindow door as a barricade to the outside world. Knees bent, she's got an old leather journal in hand and is reading it with obvious interest.

Bang-bang on the door, today. Bang-bang! It's the unique knocking style of some people's favourite Black Fury Ahroun - i.e. a thinly veiled effort to knock the thing off its hinges. Surely she knows how to do that?

CJ looks up with some debate, and after a minute, folds closed the book and latches it shut. She gets up to peek at the door and upon seen KL, opens it quite quickly. "KL! You're here!"

KL looks surprised, takes a step back. "It's not that shocking, is it? I mean, I do come here quite frequently." She enters through the door, letting CJ shut it for her. "How're you doing?"

CJ nods her head, "Mostly ok I think, you are okay? Alesia said you got hurt." The book is still held in one hand, though she goes about shutting and locking the door with her other.

"Yeah," KL says, with a grimace. "Wounded to the bone on my leg, pretty seriously fucked up on my side." She points at the two places. "Not sure how or who." A pause then slower. "What'd you think of Alesia?"

"She seems nice. Very serious though, do Garou not know how to have fun or chill out? It's like two extremes. Your new moons are pita's that don't know when to be serious, and the rest don't know how to relax." CJ moves to a bookshelf and pulls out a narrow book. In it's place goes the journal, and is then hidden again with the out of place book pushed in front of it. "They found out Matt is tainted."

"Alesia did?" KL queries, suddenly very still. "She came here and checked people, when she gave you the message about me being hurt, and found that Matt was tainted? He is the one in the basement, right?"

"No, I think it was on two occasions. When she told me about you, I told her about the other cubs, and she thought it important that he, and I guess all of us got checked. She came back a few days later and worked on it with Kevin." CJ returns to the room and plops into one of the chairs. "Timothy said I have to start learning to fight. I've never thrown a punch in my life KL!"

The Fury Ahroun sits down, also, a little more gracefully. "I still think I deserve some credit," she mutters to herself. "I mean, she wouldn't have come here if I hadn't asked her to." She looks up. "Oh, it's easy. You just hit them."

CJ looks on to the other, "I think that it probably comes naturally to you." She smiles lightly at this, shaking her head. "What about getting hit? Does it hurt less because we are Garou now?"

This causes the Ahroun to ponder. "No," she decides in the end. "I think not. But you do sort of get used to it hurting. And as a result, it sort of matters less. That and you can heal most damage in seconds, and the pain goes away real quick."

CJ wrinkles her nose. "Timothy was showing us about healing, and he had me shoot him. With a gun. He just sorta like, out of the movies kinda thing, healed up and the bullet came oozing right back out of him."

"There is a gift that makes it easier," KL comments. "But I don't have that, so I go ouch a lot. But you keep going. Adrenalin and the anger within are quite useful in that respect." A little smile. "Did you manage to do that thing that meant movies?"

"Oh! The downloads, yeah. I have Lord of the Rings on my PSP. Wanna watch it? I'd say upstairs on the computer, but I know you aren't allowed." CJ hmms, "Or maybe. Would it be okay if you at least showed me how to throw a punch? I don't want to look like an idiot when Timothy gets me together with the other cubs."

"Once again, I'm not teaching you. I happen to be working out in the safehouse area, where I'm entirely allowed to be. And you..." KL reaches over and throws a cushion to CJ. "...you just so happen to be holding a cushion, while standing up." A pause. "I'm...not really...a jewellry sort of person?"

CJ grins widely and nods, "Course not. Wait. What do you mean jewelery sort of person?" The girl holds onto the cushion and stands up, watching and waiting.

"For the thingy. The movie." KL says, standing up and shrugging off her jacket. She does a couple of stretches, and feels her side for a moment, before giving a nod. "Hmm. So used to having my hair in a plait. Feels much lighter now it's been cut. Anyway, when I...work out... I often like to throw a few practice punches. It's good that I concentrate on keeping my stance compact, and putting as much of my weight behind the blow as I can." She faces CJ, and then punches the cushion - hard enough that CJ would be aware of it, but not hard enough to actually hurt her in anyway. "If my hand goes outside my bodywidth, then I'm just flailing. Different with claws, but with fists, I keep it all inside."

CJ takes the hit with the cushion and nods, backing up one foot to help steady her own stance as she holds the cushion up. "Gotcha." She watches the punches very carefully, trying to study them. "Use your whole body with them?"

"Yes, but don't overcommit." KL says, rather abandoning the "not teaching" pretence. "Watch as I practice one really slowly." She does so, her shoulder rising as she drives a fist very slowly into the cushion. "Notice how I turn slightly, how I use my back leg to drive as well as my shoulder. And also, I keep my head still."

CJ nods her head, "Yeah, I see it. What if you're not strong though? Won't the punches do like, nothing to your opponent?"

KL stops moving about. "I'm not that strong," she says. "And yeah, there are limits to how much damage I can do with punching. But I'm quick, and that means that I can land lots of blows in a short time. You've always got the option to grab and throw, and to kick as well. It's not all about strength."

CJ takes in a deep breath, "Ok, and I thought trying to learn to be a judge was going to be hard?" The girl lets the sarcasm ride thick, but continues to watch the Fury as she practices.

A pause. KL stares at CJ. "What did I say wrong?" She seems irritated. "I don't think I ever said that being a judge was going to be easy." Her arms fold across her chest. "Or that being an Ahroun, that fighting, was better?"

CJ frowns, "Huh? No, I just mean that I thought judging would be the hardest part, and this is going to be way harder."

"Oh," KL says, smiling. "Nah, this is easy. Really, it is. You'll find it hard the first few times, but it's just a learned skill. Doesn't require any brain or anything. Well, some brain, but it's mostly reactions. Tactics are harder. Planning things. What I want to learn to do."

CJ nods her head, "So, the Ahrouns are the fighters, does that mean they are the leaders for the battle stuffs? And then who leads when its not a fight? I dont think a new moon should, that'd be dangerous. Halfmoons maybe?"

"Whoever wins the challenge," KL says. "The current sept alpha is a ragabash. They aren't all really irritating jokers. Some of them are a bit more...subtle." She eyes the cushion. "I think we're done with demonstrations. Now, suppose I'd insulted you. Fancy taking a swing at me?"

CJ goes wide-eyed. "Uh. Would I be chicken to say no?" The girl drops the cushion down to her side and lets out a sigh. "This is going to suck."

"You would indeed be chicken to say no," KL says, with a grin. "Also, would you rather throw your first punch here, with nobody watching, or with all the others paying close attention?"

CJ nods, "Good point." She fists up her hands, at least knowing enough to put the thumbs on the outside, and then shuffles into a comfortable stance. "What should I aim for?"

"My chest?" The Fury says, eyes fixed on the cub. "Just hit me. Imagine you're thrusting your hand down a pipe - keep everything straight behind it, ramming your hand down the pipe."

CJ takes in a deep breath and nods, "Ok. Here goes." She winds up, bringing her arm back behind her almost like she were pulling a bow string instead of throwing a punch. Then it comes forward, straight like instructed, but only her arm moves.

KL looks disdainful, and sways easily out of the way. "I'll let you land when you get it right," she says. "Don't take it so far back, do push your shoulder behind it, and twist from the waist. Watch again." She demonstrates, throwing a punch at air.

CJ eyes the technique and then moves to throw her own again. This one shows improvement, the whole body turning at the waist and then swinging back forward.

The Ahroun sways out of the way again, but nods approvingly. "Better. Make it more compact and swifter, and keep your eyes fixed on the middle of my chest, and your head still. One more. Make it a good one."

This one comes fast now, born both of focus and growing frustration. Wind up, pivot and strike. Swoosh! Her eyes stay glued on her targets chest, brows narrowed in deep concentration.

KL lets this one hit her, but she does at least go "oof!" as it does so, and rocks back with the blow. "Right, that'll do. This is the lounge, after all. But well done. You won't look like an idiot."

CJ perks up, "That one didn't suck? Oh awesome, let me try again?" Without waiting, she tries to mimic her last throw and sends out another.

The Fury moves breathtakingly quickly, her hand flashing out and grabbing CJ's wrist as she throws the punch, grabbing and pulling downwards, turning away at the same time to effectively throw the cub to the ground and twist her arm behind her back.

CJ lets out a shrill gasp as this all happens, and before she can even distinguish up from down, she's pinned and letting out a hushed, 'ow ow ow'.

"I said, 'that'll do'," KL says, a hint of threat in her voice, but she lets go of the cub's arm, and then, much more reassuringly, "you did well, though. Good start."

CJ stills herself rather quickly, and takes the correction without much fuss. Once she is let go, she rubs at her wrist quickly and looks on to the Fury. "I'm screwed."

"What?" Once again, KL looks confused. "Why?" She sits herself back down in her seat. "You did well." The Fury shakes her head.

CJ drops into the seat again and pulls her legs up. "That thing you just did. I mean, I hadn't even finished THINKING about punching again and I was on my ass. This is all too much. I've been trying right? Just take it all in, and file it all away, but there's too much. It's like trying to cram four years of college in three weeks."

"CJ, I'm an ahroun, and a cliath, and I've been doing this for seven years, since I firsted," KL says, seriously. "And you think you should even be able to get close to me? On your fourth punch ever? I would be *embarrassed* if you could even touch me when I didn't want you to. Unless you snuck up on me while I was asleep or something. I said you did well and I meant it."

"It's not that." She huffs, turning her gaze away. "I wasn't out to win against you. I don't have to be the best at everything. I didn't even care about doing things well before. Just skateboarding, that's it. Now I want to do right. And it's too much. I'm stuck in here all day everyday, nothing but stupid video games and movies. And when I do get lessons, all it does is scare me that I'll never make it through this bootcamp!"

"You will," KL says, with a definite nod. "You met Alesia, right? When she firsted, she was a mess. She's been abused by her asswipe fucking shit of a father, to the point where she didn't know up from down. It took a while, and there have been ups and downs, but she's OK. More than OK. We're proud of her. You're much more organised, and sane, and unless you go mad because of all those fucking ragabash, you'll be fine."

CJ glances at the Fury. "Why does it feel so overwhelming then? I used to be sooo sure of myself, and now, I'm not."

"Heh. Because it is overwhelming, and there's a lot of it," the Ahroun explains. "But that's OK. Your whole life has changed. You're allowed to feel discomforted by it!"

CJ gives the slightest little grin, and then nods. "Alright. Um, thanks for letting me go all whinefest on you. Must come from hanging out with emoboy too much."

"And you are allowed to punch him," KL says. "Look, one last thing, before I have to head off. You may feel that the other cubs are just taking it all in their stride, but that's probably just macho bullshit. I bet they're as scared and lost and confused as you sometimes feel, and they just don't want to show it." She puts her hand on her coat.

CJ nods her head, "Yeah I figured on that already. I just, really, I guess I wanted to be the one that came through this strong. I'm gonna go take a bath I think. Next time you come over, we'll watch the movie," she promises with a smile.

KL stands, putting her jacket on. "You will come through this strong, right?" she says, definitely. "It isn't forever, and it does get easier." She shrugs. "Or at least, it did for me. Once I finished destroying outhouses."

CJ grins a bit at this, "You'll have to explain that one next time too. Thanks KL. I'll see you later then." The cub stands up then, and moves to scurry up the staircase.

The Fury heads for the door. "Bye CJ!" she calls, as she lets herself out, slamming the door behind her.


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