Time/Date :It is currently 08:12 Pacific Time on Thu Jun 21 2007.

Place : Brownstone & Safehouse

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 55 degrees Fahrenheit (12 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.16 and rising, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 51 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (40% 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.

Looking at CJ:

A somewhat oddly proportioned girl with a hard to discern age. Course hair covers her knuckles, hands and arms in such a manner as to be readily noticable, though it remains blonde in color as her hair itself is. Her brows are thicker too, and the lines and angles of her face are harder and more angular than seem normal. She's thickly muscled as well- perhaps a case of teen-steroid use?


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.

The door to the brownstone is rattled and jiggled until finally it opens up. The person who is on the other side is a slight young girl, dressed heavily in clothes today despite the mild weather. A hat pulled down, a jacket on, and long baggy sweats adorn the girl as she slips inside the building. "KL. Are you here?" comes a voice on the verge of breaking.

Today is obviously CJ's lucky day. Maybe. The Fury Ahroun is indeed in. KL has her jacket off and a pair of latex marigolds on, and she is thoroughly cleaning the basement. Still, she does hear the call from above, faintly, over her scrubbing, and she heads up to the entrance hall, a curious look on her face. "CJ!" she says, looking worried. "What's up?"

"I did something bad..." comes the girls stuttered voice, and then the tears are loosed in shaking sobs. CJ looks down, hugging herself tighter as she stands there. "I can't fix it."

"I ripped someone's face off," KL says. "Whatever you've done, it's probably not that bad. Come downstairs and tell me about it." Despite her flippancy, she seems concerned, and sympathetic. She nods at the elevator. "We have the basement flat."

CJ steps inside with a serious limp and little winces of pain. "I'm hurt. I.. I know we can't heal like this, but. Veil." She mumbles quietly. A hand comes up to wipe at her face and she sniffs away some of her sobbing. Once inside, she sits down quickly, sitting with her hands on her lap and her face to the floor.

Now they're safely inside the basement, KL closes the door. "Strip and shift," she says, roughly. "And then tell me what happened. In as much detail as you can." Businesslike, rather than actually obnoxious. "I can't help if I don't know."

CJ looks up at this, and then modestly starts taking off her clothes. She's got a few good ones; her shoulder sports a bite mark and claw marks trace her chest and arms. It's the leg that seems the worst of it, swollen and trying to mend both a broken anle and a claw gash that leaves one wondering how the foot is still attached. Her wounds are healing, but slowly -proving if it wasn't obvious already, that it came from claw and fang. She manages herself up into glabro and folds her arms over her chest. "I snuck out again, to go skating, and instead of getting in trouble, Timothy told me I was allowed to go out because I was such a model cub. It really pissed off Chris and Mick. And- and I didn't know what to do. I didn't even go out that night, because I felt bad."

KL considers this, while picking up a cloth and a bucket full of soapy water. She gestures at a table. "Polish. Rag. Remember you're in Glabro and don't break the table, or you'll get a crash course in carpentry." She starts to wash down the shelving unit. "You got a reward that you don't think you deserve. Yeah, that's awkward." A grimace. "OK, so I take it the 'bash brothers know about you sneaking out?"

Looking to the rag, she squints a little and picks it up to gently scrub at the table. "Yeah. They were expecting me to get busted I guess, and got really pissed when I didn't. So, the next day, I go to talk to Chris about it, and he just keeps going off on me. No matter what I say, he says something different, and that I'm wrong. And then Mick comes down and hops in on his side. And, and then, the last thing I know, is I was getting all ganged up by them, and Mick said something about how they were gonna plan ways to fuck with me, and then .. then I woke up like this. Everyone's hurt. I think I tore off Chris's ear- and the whole place is a mess and..." -Breathe- "And I'm scared to go back, everyone hates me."

The Fury looks a bit surprised. "You frenzied? Now? Way to go girl." She rubs a cloth on the shelf, looking aimless. "OK, here's the first thing. People will forgive your frenzies, your losing control. Not if you do it over and over, but one offs, yeah. Especially while you're a cub. You say sorry for the hurt you've caused, but you don't need to apologise for the persecution." She looks grim. "And it is persecution. It's bullying, and you're right to be upset." A sigh. "It's typical of men to be like that. They might think they're not neanderthals, but they naturally club together." She purses her lips, and turns to face CJ. "OK, so we've got three issues. One, you frenzied. Two, you snuck out and then gone rewarded, and you don't understand and you feel guilty. Three, you're being bullied by the 'bash brothers, and there's no-one who's really helping you out?"

CJ nods her head, "Basil is looking after me, but he's not even my tribe, so I dunno what good that's doing. And I tried to apologize for the first thing and that's how the second thing happened. KL, I don't wanna go back. They hate me, nothing I can do will change that. I can't stay in a house where everyone hates me."

"Everyone?" KL asks curiously. "Kevin and Tu and Timothy as well?" She looks impressed. "That's really good going. I thought I did quite well in getting people to hate me."

CJ looks up with a scowl, "It's not funny. I dunno if they hate me, but the cubs do, and that's bad enough. Timothy is going to kill me I think, and Tu and Kevin, they're Ragabash, so they're gonna side with the other guys."

"Don't bet on that," KL says, definitely. "There isn't some kind of Ragabash club, where they all hang out and play stupid jokes on each other." She sighs. "Look, I know it's hard being cooped up there. So it's good that you've got your freedom. But you're still a Glasswalker. Still a Garou. There's nothing that's going to change that." A pause. "But it does sound like Chris and Mick need some serious talking to."

CJ sighs, letting the rag come to a stop. "I'm afraid of being there KL. Those two are ... jerks. They're going to do stuff to make my life hell now, and I can't go up against two on one."

The Fury screws her nose up. "OK. What say I have a talk to Kevin and Tu and Timothy?" She folds her arms across her chest. "And you can stay here until I say it's OK, or you feel up to going back? How does that sound?"

CJ sighs, "I can't. I want to, but I can't because it will make it worse, and, I feel like maybe the freedom to go out was just .. sarcastic freedom or something. Maybe you could come back with me, just until the others show up, so that nothing happens?"

"OK," KL says. "Now?" She starts to peel off her cleaning gloves, setting them down on the shelves she's just cleaned. "You'll probably want to put your clothes back on for the journey back."

CJ nods her head, "Yeah." She takes a moment to concentrate on her shifting, and then slowly pulls all the clothing back into place. "Is this going to get better, or those two going to be out to get me for the rest of my life?"

"Oh, it gets better," KL says. "You do get to pick who you hang out with, later. And that's good." She pulls her jacket on. "And they'll grow up a bit, really quickly. I mean, Ragabash tend to be a little irritating, but they seem to be pushing the line."

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.

CJ slips back into the Safehouse with KL in tow. Her return is heralded by a very wary look around the house and then an equally sneaky stepping in. She moves to the couch and slips down into it, shifting up in to Glabro from within an outfit of excessive bagginess. "God, how long will it be before I am not all broken?"

KL peers at CJ. "Couple of days. No more than a week, tops." KL folds her arms across her chest, and looks around. "Well? Where are they?"

CJ looks around, "I dunno, probably upstairs still mending up. I don't want them down here KL."

"'They' are here." Comes a voice from the more private area, the keycard controlled door opening to reveal a very unhappy looking Chris in his glabro form, the left side of his face still a tattered and torn wreck, though the pinkness of newly regrown tissue is showing along the edge of the wound. His ear is still gone though. "And hey, you don't want us in our home? Use that undeserved freedom of yours to get away from here." He adds, somewhat ungenerously.

The other cub is by no means that crude, not even in a humanoid form. Generous half limps through the door just behind Chris, the strips on his back still devoid of fur but no longer showing open gashes.

"I believe we've met, at Kevin's party," KL says to Chris, almost glacially. "Now, if you don't mind, as concisely as possible, tell me what is going on here? Just you. No interjections from anyone."

CJ winces as the other cubs start to arrive, her gaze down and posture tense. The only change to her stature is the rise and fall of her shoulders as nervous breath starts to deepend.

"What's going on here? Well, little miss Beloved-of-the-elders across there doesn't want to be part of our little family." Chris states, trying to reign back his own anger and hurt given the presence of the outsider. "Apparently we're, and I quote, 'not worth her time or effort' to try and fit in with. Oh, and everything we've done to try and help /her/ has just been us trying to.. What were those words again, CJ? 'Cover our own asses'?" Chris steps more fully into the room to let the injured lupus past him. "Despite all of us having to give up SO much more than she's had to, and having to deal with all sorts of crap to try and forge ourselves into a working little family, it seems she's just too special to play the game and fit in. Oh- and that's aside from her screwing up over and over and getting rewarded for it while we're still stuck here." He takes a deep breath. "So far, so much petty cub shit to an elder's eyes, I'm sure. But not when she flips the fuck out, frenzies and tries to open up Mick here's spine like a tin of beans. Or takes my fucking /ear/. When I took her down- with Mick's help.." He adds, reaching down to scratch the lupus gently behind the ears.. "I did my damndest to knock her out in ways that wouldn't kill or maim her. She sure as hell didn't even bother with that courtesy to us. She took the first swing on Mick.. while he was still in homid."

Generous waits for the scratch before limping onwards, trying not to use his left front leg. With somewhat of a whimper, he tries to climb into the couch, not quite managing with a mangled shoulder and partially scoured back. Looking neither to Chris or CJ, he hangs half-stuck, right back leg trying to find purchase on the fabric of the couch...

KL hisses, a long, low outflow of breath. Her hands slowly into fists, and she fixes Chris with a fierce glare. She takes a slow step towards him. "Our. We're. Us. Strange." A pause. A deep breath. Her eyes remain locked on Chris'. "If you have a problem with your elder's judgement and decisions, take it up with them. You do not pick on the result." She takes another couple of steps, poking a finger into Chris' chest. "You. are. a. bully." Stab. Stab. Stab goes the finger, punctuating each word. "And trust me on this. When you frenzy, you have very little control or 'courtesy'. And you are very lucky that you are not dead."

CJ looks up from the couch, frazzled yet again, "I told you I don't even remember how it happened after the two of you started in on me together. I wasn't ... planning anything! I don't remember it, I don't remember!"

Generous gives up trying to get into the couch, looking at Chris and KL. When she comes a bit too close for his comfort, and does the entire chest poke thing, his lips curl back, and his fangs display with a low growl. Leave alone!

As KL comes closer and starts stabbing at Chris's chest, he takes two steps back away from her, and lets out a wild, tight laugh. "Bully? What in God's name are you on about?" His eyes narrow somewhat. "I've done nothing but try and fit in with everyone else. As has Mick. As has Matt, now he's had the bane taken out of him. CJ has done nothing but bitch, fight and moan every step of the way. We've tried to help her. We've stuck out our necks to help her, for that matter. And you accuse me of bullying her?" He shakes a little, both with anger and fear. "I'm well aware that the Furies stick up for women everywhere. I respect that. But just because the guilty party here happens to be a girl doesn't exclude her in the slightest from the blame she bears." He adds with a hint of growl. "And /I'm/ lucky I'm not dead? It's CJ who's the lucky one. She frenzied, we outclassed her.. and we let her live because she's supposed to be our sister, no matter what she acts like. We went to that length, to take her down without killing her. If it'd been me that acted like she has.. or Mick.. or Matt.. I highly doubt that we'd still be alive right now. And we certainly wouldn't have people taking our sides and defending us."

It's around this point when Kaz shoulders in the door, small bag in hand. She hears the faint traces of argument off in the living room, metaphorically cocks her head, and heads thattaway.

The Fury stares at him. "What a fucking load of self-justifying shit," she says, her face flushing slightly. "When you two 'bash brothers start teaming up - as you are doing right this fucking moment - you are acting like fucking bullies. Isolate. Pick on. Abuse." KL shakes her head. "Right. This is not my fucking mess to sort out, but it is a mess. CJ, you get your stuff from the Walker side of the house, and stay on this side. Chris, you and Mick and Matt and whoever else, stay on your side of the house until one of your elders has sorted this out good and proper. You do not speak to each other. Is that fucking well understood?"

CJ has her fists balled up again, but her eyes aren't on the ragabash. "You are so," she says each word slowly and calculated, "fucked up. God, half the stuff out of your mouth is a lie and the rest is twisted and turned!" When KL tells her to fetch her things, she doesn't even think about disobeying. She gets up and moves off in a stagger, limping and shuffling, to try and get her things.

Basil steps out from upstairs and looks out over the scene as he starts down the stairs, calling out. "Good morning everyone! I hope you're all doin' a bit better than yesterday." Basil pauses halfway down the stairs when he sees who's assembled, staying right where he is until he figures out what's going on.

Generous stops growling and starts limping to the kitchen. No bowl?

Kaz stops at the entrance to the living room and leans against the doorframe. "Um. Anyone want some bagels?" she asks, into the general tension.

"Hey, CJ. We're not the ones who go batshit and try and kill family members." Chris replies to the girl before simply tuning her out of his mind and turning back to KL, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're right. It's not your fucking mess to sort out. So stop sticking your nose in where you don't know what's going on." He states, backing away another step- ready to bolt if needs must. "And... 'bash brothers'? What the /fuck/ are you on about? You mean people sticking together because they're supposed to be family? Like CJ is SUPPOSED to be? Look, I think you'd better leave.. really." Basil suddenly appears and he turns to face him. "Doing a lot better before CJ bought a friend along to put the frighteners on us." He states.

KL growls at Chris and then violently turns, and heads for the door. "CJ, I'll be back tomorrow." She blows, at some speed, past Kaz, and doesn't even look at Basil. The two more experienced Garou might well notice the signs of an Ahroun struggling to keep control of herself. The door thumps open, and KL leaves it hanging.

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