Time/Date : It is currently 13:41 Pacific Time on Sun Dec 9 2007.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 33 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.35 and falling, and the relative humidity is 88 percent. The dewpoint is 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (0% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
This is the central hub of the house. From here, you can still see the entrance foyer, as well as the stairway that heads to the second story. Towards the back of the common area is a set of glass doors that lead out to a courtyard. To the east, an arched doorway leads to what apparently serves as a library, office, and workroom, and to the west, an arched doorway leads to what appears to be a kitchen and dining area..
There are several chairs here, simple, elegant, yet functional in their design and intent. The room has a comfortable feel to it, but is a bit ascetic in design. The walls are off-white, the molding dark cherry wood and decorated with acanthus-leaf ornamentation at the corners. A pair of antique spears are hung crossed against each other on one wall, and a wall-relief depicting a scene of Grecian warriors hangs on the other. Above the mantle of the fireplace is a small statue of Artemis, on either side of that, dark metal candlesticks with ivory pillar candles. The entire room is a study in the contrast of light and dark.
Unnatural deep purple hair reaches down to the shoulders of this hispanic girl in her early teens. Multiple piercings adorn each of her ears in an asymmetrical pattern, and a cheap stud sits on her nose.
She's wearing a dark purple v-neck T-shirt with a monochrome image of a heart with giant owl wings, stretching out across the bustline. Purple capri jeans hug her hips tightly, with floral embroidary on the back pockets and near the cuffs. On her feet are a pair of sneakers with visible 'shock absorbers', and a pink swoosh logo, with pink laces. When the weather warrants, she has a dark purple hoodie with the design of a new-agey fairy on the front right panel. She wears shiny lip gloss with a pink hilight, and her nails are typically painted various bright colors.
Her ethnic background is largely hispanic, although her facial features also have a distinctly Greek influence as well. She speaks with a noticable Spanish accent, though with the fluency in English of a native speaker. Her height, several inches shy of five feet, makes her seem at first glance to be in the latter years of elementary school, but her figure belies this assumption, having filled out considerably in recent months to be reasonably considered curvy.
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.
Around her neck hangs a pendant, an oval disk made of some kind of bone. It looks like it's been decorated with carved designs, which are somewhat hard to make out on casual inspection. The pendant is hung on a leather thong.
Melodie comes in the door, looking about nervously, as if there might be trouble.
Sitting, on a chair in the dining area, with her combat boots plonked unceremoniously on the table, is a certain Fury Ahroun. Her eyes are closed, and she appears to be asleep, her arms folder over her chest and her chin tucked down. A rucksack, stuffed full, rests against her seat.
Melodie spies someone here, and creeps forward very carefully, her hand reaching inside her jacket. When she gets closer, though, she recognizes the woman, and lets out a surprised little shriek. "Oh my god, KL, you're home!"
KL, for it is indeed she, springs awake in a flash, a spasm of action...which causes her to lose her somewhat precarious balance from her seat. Ahroun, chair, and rucksack collapse into a pile with a resounding crash and thump. Somehow, she manages to land on top, and with a flick she is on all fours over the debris, glaring at Melodie. "What the fuck?" is her spat greeting.
Melodie grins widely, managing not to laugh at the mess she caused. "Sorry, sorry! I'm glad to see you, sister! Hey, I'm a cliath now, see?" She lifts up her shirt to show a long scar across her sternum, straight and looking like it came from a deep wound. It's also pretty clear that she's wearing a holster and pistol under her jacket.
"Oh cool!" KL says, slowly standing up and dusting herself down. "Congratulations. Looks like it was suitably violent." A somewhat nasty grin attached to that. "Why have you got a weaver weapon?" she asks. "Are claws not good enough for you?"
Melodie looks down at her pistol. "Oh. We've been having some problems with Dancers in the area, Basil gave me this. It shoots silver. I can fight, just, don't wanna take any chances with those /spanish swear word/, si?" She looks a little apologetic about carrying it, though.
KL blinks slowly. "I guess," she says, dubiously. "OK, so you're all cliathy now." She sets the chair back on its feet, checking it over for damage. "Phew. I've only got three spare chairs, and it would be a pity to write another one off through accident." She looks back to Melodie. "Got a pack?"
Melodie shakes her head, "Not just yet, but I've been invited to one that I'm considering. A healing pack. They're gonna try for Unicorn, and I think that'd suit me pretty well. Like, there are three kinds of furies, si? You're a Maiden, a warrior, like Nike. Alesia is a crone, a mystic. I'm a mother, a healer. And that's just Gaia's plan, how our tribe works." She seems like she's thought about this a lot, at least.
The Ahroun's brow furrows. "Um... I know what you're saying, but I think you need to go through the requisite steps to get to mother and crone." She shrugs. "Not my strong point, but I think we're all maidens here. For the moment." She turns the chair around and drops herself into it with the sort of violence that indicates why Fury House-chairs have limited lifespans. "What other news?"
Melodie pulls up her own chair. "Oh, gee, it's been busy. Well first, Zeke, he started dating this Silver Fang kin, Roxanne. Only it turns out, she wasn't a Silver Fang, she was Dancer kin and trying to corrupt him. The Walkers figured it out before it was too late, though. But she told the Dancers where a bunch've our safe houses were, and they bombed the Walker place and the Fang place and the Farmhouse, so we're super jumpy." She pauses for a moment, to let the bad news sink in.
KL suddenly goes tense. "Do they know about this place?" she asks, leaning forward urgently. "Do we need to do anything? And... um... who screwed up? Who didn't check her out?" She seems really worried about this, hands clenching into fists so hard that her knuckles turn white.
Melodie nods solemnly, "Yeah, she was here a few times. Cedric is taking most of the blame for not checking her out, but she was a really good liar, I'm not sure how much of that is really even his fault. We're talking about if we should punish him, though, the Philodoxes are." She shrugs, "It's kind of a hard call. I know we're trying to find leads to the Dancers, but I dunno anything about how that's going. Vera-rhya probably does. Just, be extra on guard and shit."
"Fuck," KL says, succinctly. "I presume we've checked the whole house for taint and stuff?" She looks around, as if expecting banes to leap out of the walls at any moment. "I'm going to give Cedric such a kicking. I'm allowed to, he's a packmate." She folds her arms over her chest. "Alright, OK, so whole Sept compromised. Next headline?"
Melodie nods, "I think we're all clean now. Um, oh yeah, they're fighting off these evil wasp things in the City, it's connected to some drug thing. Well, the wasps are in the Umbra, and there's a drug that comes from them somehow. And there's a gang that was selling it. Kaz knows about all that stuff. It's more Wyrm shit. Sorry I don't know all the details, I don't really like going into the city very much."
KL shrugs. "It's not the greatest place. Can't abandon it, though. That's like giving up. And we're not allowed to do that. Can't pretend it isn't doing the D and B there." She leans back, though there's still a tension. "OK, evil wasps, evil kinfolk. Anything else?"
Melodie sighs, "Yeah, fight the Wyrm wherever it breeds, I know. Um, let's see, that's the big headlines. Some new cubs, but none for us. Oh, Vera-rhya had her baby, but I dunno if he's Garou, or if she knows yet. So, where've you been, anyway?" She looks eagerly at KL for some sort of story.
The Ahroun goes bright red. "Sorting something out. None of your business," she mutters. "So, any new Fury arrivals? Attractive male kinfolk?" She's blatantly changing the subject.
Melodie seems to have learned enough about KL not to push her. "Oh, okay. No, no new Furies lately. I met Alexander, he's our Kin, but he's old. He's got good pure breed, though. I dunno much about attractive males, sorry." She grins. "I met a really hot Fianna kin girl, though, but it didn't work out."
"Oh," KL says, somewhat flatly. "Any other attractive female kin?" Her face is unreadable - in fact, she props her elbows on her knees and lifts her hands to cover her mouth, her fingers steepled.
Melodie nods, her interest clear. "Yeah, there's a Walker girl. She's dating Chris, and he's kind of an ass, but she's really pretty. And you've met Nike's girlfriend Anji, right? She's not super hot, but she's really nice. I'm kinda too young for anyone to take seriously, even if I am a cliath." She looks moderately annoyed by this fact. "So I just read romance novels instead, si?"
KL slowly lowers her hands. "Yeah, Anji's great, except that she's scared of me." A shrug. "I'm scared of me sometime." She shakes her head. "I had a boyfriend once. He was really nice, but his job moved away." A little half-smile. "I dunno. I keep considering Alexander, but he... there's nothing there." A pause. "And I keep not being sure... anyway, I'm sure hitting things is more fun." A pause. "Oh, pick a colour. You can't have black, blue, yellow or red."
Melodie listens, "Yeah, it's hard to keep a relationship, we're all kind of scary sometimes. Oh, color? Can I choose pink? Or is that too girly?"
"No, pink is fine," KL says. "Nobody else is having it. I'm fletching arrows for people, and we'll all have different colour fletchings. Don't know how into archery you are, but still nice to have." She relaxes a bit more, then looks at Melodie again. "Anything you need?"
Melodie smiles, "Cool! Yeah, I do some archery. I like it more than the guns, but I don't have any silver arrows, so. Um, I think I'm okay. Oh, I forgot one good thing, we killed a child pornographer!" She grins. "He was making these internet movies with his first grade daughter, but we got him good." She makes a little claw guesture.
"Great," KL says, punching a fist into a hand. "Way to go!" Her brow furrows. "If you do need anything, just yell. I can afford to get a few things, and there's no need to wander around with clothes falling apart or anything." She ponders. "Should I get a new tattoo? While Luna is slim."
Melodie smiles at this, "Well, I'm always up for shopping. But I don't really need-need anything. Oh, a tattoo would be fun! I've been thinking about getting something too, now that I'm an adult."
KL smiles. "OK, shopping trip planned. Before anyone tells me it's a bad idea." She looks puzzled again. "Melodie...when did you know? About who you liked? I just think that by the time you're twenty, you should know." Her gaze is down and away, and little red spots form again on her cheeks.
Melodie thinks. "Well, hmm. I'm not exactly normal, I hope. My stepdad, he used to abuse me, so I really didn't wanna like boy stuff even when I was a kid. I guess I started to feel, you know, attracted to girls about a year ago, so I was thirteen. And I'm really lucky, it's not at all confusing for me, I'm totally gay. But some people are more complicated, si? /I/ think you're better off with girls, because we're way more considerate, and better looking too, but I guess there are some guys that aren't awful." She shrugs.
"Kovo was lovely," KL says. "My boyfriend. Polite and clever and funny and he had nice hair." She shrugs nonchalently. "OK. How do I find out? Or is that a really really stupid question? I mean, assuming you're a ball of rage that has to disappear for two weeks a month, and doesn't get on well with people the other two?"
Melodie smiles comfortingly. "I don't think it's stupid at all. A kin'd be best, so they'd understand. Maybe if you like both, that just means you've got more options, yeah? I think someone'll be lucky to have you, you've got a really attractive face, si? Very handsome." She seems to have learned from her 'cute' faux pas as a cub. "I think love is really important, nobody should ever give up looking for it."
"Sometimes it feels like I don't like *anybody*" The Ahroun says, in something that's almost a whine. "Oh, listen to me. Stupid as all hell. I should just go and violence something." A little grin. "Stick to what you're good at." She stands up and walks around in a little circle. "OK, now the important question. Has anyone taken my room?"
Melodie smirks, "And I like almost everyone. I'm way too trusting, I know I'm gonna get really hurt someday." She seems chipper about that concept. "You've still got your room, yeah, we all've been living at Alexander's the last month. Hey, do you care if I borrow your things? It's so hard to find decent clothes for smaller sizes some days, and I'd totally return the favor."
KL glares at Melodie. "What do you mean, small?" A long, meaningful pause, and the stare hardens. "What. the fuck. Do you mean. Small?" Her arms fold across her chest, and her chin juts out.
Melodie smirks. "Oh, c'mon, you're bigger'n me. We're just not, you know, Nike. I'm not even five feet tall! It kinda sucks, really." She tries to put a submissive tone in her voice.
The Ahroun holds the pose for a few moments, and then cracks into a fit of giggles. Possibly more of a fit than the "joke" actually deserves. Eventually, she gets a hold of herself. "Oh, of course you can borrow any of my clothes. If you get rips in them, then...well, it'll be what I do. Oh, don't take the cheerleader outfit."
Melodie's eyes widen a little. "Cheerleader... oookay." She grins. "I'm sure if I asked about that, you'd have to beat me up, si? Actually, if you ever need to let off any steam, I don't mind if you don't use claws and such, yeah? Better'n letting it all get bottled up and stuff."
"There was something nasty happening at frat parties at SCCU," KL explains, sitting back down. "There was also a plan to get me in there to try to find something out. It was a bit of a lame plan, and it never happened, but I've still got the outfit for it." She shrugs. "Don't like to throw stuff away when it's still any good. Never know when it might come in handy." She frowns. "I've got to get a hold of stuff - can't go exploding at people all the time."
Melodie listens, and nods. "Yeah, makes sense. I know cheerleading is muy stupido, but those outfits are still hot." She gives KL a sympathetic look. "Anything I can do to help with that, I'm glad to do. This time of the month isn't so hard for me, but I feel it too, later." She pauses. "I think, maybe, you were kind of made into an object for someone else, si? So you need to learn more to celebrate yourself how you wanna be. Maybe the tattoo really is a good idea, reclaim a litle part of yourself as just how you want it to be, nobody else!"
"Object for somebody else?" KL says, looking puzzled. "Not sure quite what you mean. You talking about my Father? Cos that's really what he wanted. You know, trophy daughter."
Melodie nods affirmatively. "Si. That's what men do, sometimes. But now, we belong to no man but Pegasus, forever more!" She pumps her fist enthusiastically.
KL's grin splits her face wide open. "Oh yeah!" she says, matching the cub's fist pump. Then she looks sadly down at her rucksack. "And now, I fear, I should get on with unpacking. And washing a bag full of dirty clothes." She slowly pulls herself to her feet. "It's good to be home."
Melodie stands up. "Okay! Welcome back, sis. It's good to have more of us around. I'd better let you go, or I'll just sit around and chat you to death, huh?"
"Heh," KL replies. "It's good to talk." She grins. "But that's not getting the washing done, and if I don't do that, I really will be a Garou with no friends."
Melodie seems to be in a much cheerier mood than when she came in. "See, if you go girlfriend, she's much more likely to do your laundry for you than a boyfriend, I'm just saying." She heads towards the door.
KL is putting clothes into colour piles. "See you later," she says, with a little wave of what may be a t-shirt. "When I've stopped being laundry girl."