Time/Date :It is currently 10:05 Pacific Time on Thu Dec 13 2007.
Place : Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.45 and steady, and the relative humidity is 89 percent. The dewpoint is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (25% full).
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
Looking at Brooke:
Standing 5'5 and with a lean physique, Brook carries herself like someone who knows she is armed. Her hair is long, dark and wavy- hanging well past shoulder length. Her light green eyes dance with a bold mischief that is almost fae like, and her smile is full of confidence. She moves with a steady, sure gait, but not one that is overly rigid or strict; she's fluid, and graceful, but with a strength about her as well. One suprising thing about this woman, is that despite a body and appearance that is fully feminine, her hands are strong and callused, the kind that speak of hard physical work.
She dresses in form fitting casual attire. Jeans, tank tops, leather jackets, boots and the like. While the clothes work to show off her form, they do not limit or overly inhibit her motions or actions. She also wears a bronze pendant that is in the shape of a crescent moon.
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 doesn't know - with a cold fury, as if trying to decide exactly which way to kill them.
KL has pale skin decorated in two places - on her left upper arm is a largish tattoo of something that looks a little like a bear, with its jaws spread wide and slaver falling in droplets. It has the words "No Mercy" written with gusto beneath it. On her right shoulder-blade, if visible, is a second tattoo, two-inch-square, 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 black jeans that look brand-new, and have a designer label on the rear, and a black vest top with just a hint of a satin finish. On her feet is a pair of ankle boots, also black, with about two-inch block heels. Over it all is a rather snazzy black leather jacket.
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.
Morning at the farmhouse, on a cold and cloudy day in Washington State. The grey light filters into the living room and hallway, and also filtering in, trying to be as quiet as possible, is a Fury Ahroun. She looks tired, her hair a bit mussed, and she's a little over-dressed for this time in the morning. She peers around, as if scouting out whether anybody is in, and carefully closes the door behind her, making almost no noise at all.
It's quiet inside the house, but outside, the growling purr of a '71 suped up Chevy Chevelle sends the porchwood vibrating until the engine is shut off. Stepping out of the car is Brooke, shifting something at her back as she shuts the car door behind her.
Inside, KL hears the sound of the car and looks momentarily panicked, before her eyes narrow. She peers out of the nearest window, looking to see who it is, and then opens the door again, takes a couple of steps onto the porch and leans up against the rail. "Good morning," she says, taking off her jacket and slinging it nonchalently over her right shoulder.
Brooke looks up at the greeting, giving a faint nod to the other. "Morning." The kin steps away from the polished car and begins to move toward the porch steps and the Fury. "Cole out of the barn yet?" she asks.
"Haven't seen him," KL says. "Good news if he is." There's something slightly spacey about her, as if she's not really here, or not really paying very much attention. "Nice car," she comments.
Brooke looks back over her shoulder grinning, "Thanks. Built her up myself. Took a long ass time, but definitely worth it. Ya wanna go for a ride after I check in on Cole?"
KL tips her head on one side, "Yeah," she says. "That'd be cool." She stretches her free arm up above her head and yawns slowly. "Not quite ready for b..sleep, yet."
"You haven't slept yet?" she asks, "Trouble come up or something?" She moves toward the door then and makes a quick sweeping motion of her gaze, nope, no Cole in the front room.
The Fury Ahroun shakes her head. "Dozed a bit," she says. "No trouble. Just...been out. Had fun." Her eyelids droop into a half-closed position, and a cat-got-the-cream smile stretches over her lips.
Brooke grins at the girl, "That's better than trouble any day, right?" A quick perusal upstairs and the kin returns down to the ground level. "If he's still out in the barn I'll give him another hour or two. If you're up for a little more fun now that is."
KL studies Brooke for a moment through slightly vacant eyes, "Yeah, sure," she says slowly, before allowing a long pause to drift across the porch. "What did you have in mind?" She really is behaving a little oddly.
Brooke cants her head at the other woman, "You sure you're up for this? You seem kind of out of it. You hungover?"
"Don't think so," KL says. "What does that feel like?" She grins. "I'm a bit tired, and yeah, feeling a bit strange, but in a kind of good way." A pause, and a moment of reflection. "Feel sort of glowy, all over." She looks at the car. "So, we going to hit the road?"
"Oh geezus girl, you got laid didn't you?" The wide grin that Brooke gives her is full of amusement, "First time?" she asks then, looking somewhat amazed at that possibility.
KL doesn't answer at first, but looks down at the floor, little points of red on her cheeks, then suddenly shakes her head and looks up at Brooke. "Yeah," she says. "What of it?". It's not intimidating, there's not threat of violence implicit in it, but there is something of a challenge about it.
Brooke gives a wide smile again, "Nothing of it, that's sweet news. C'mon, we'll go celebrate." She nods at the car then, "Geezus, first time? Who was it, was he, or she, cute? Good in the sack? How many times you get off?"
KL peels herself off the railing. "Yes, and yes, or rather he's good-looking but not cute. What am I comparing him too, and I'm not telling you that. Or counting." The Ahroun smiles, and...well...sashays around to the passenger seat of the car. With her jacket off and her left side to the driver's side, her new tattoo is very visible, the ink dark against her pale skin.
Brooke laughs a little and gets into the drivers seat, "Well welcome to the club sweetheart. If you don't want to get teased about it though, I suggest you get a poker face. You gotta look on you that makes people wonder if he's still half buried between your legs." The car revs up then, loud and eager. "You're gonna love this. Nothing beats driving fast after a good bout of sex." The pedal goes down and the Chevy kicks up gravel and dust before it finds traction and peels wildly out of the drive.
"Feels a bit like he is," KL says, blushing. As the accelaration hits, her knuckles whiten around the door handle, but she laughs and winds down the window, letting the air blow her hair back away from her face. "I got a bit drunk," she admits. "But, I sneaked ten seconds in glabro, and was all sober by the time we got home. Don't think he noticed."
Brooke looks to the girl with a grin, "You devil, you. Wait, you fucked him in glabro? Oooh man." The car grips the turns as she opens it up a little more. "So, ya like this kid then?"
"No!" KL says, "though it's an interesting idea." She puts her hand to her mouth. "I can't quite believe what I'm saying." She pauses. "No, I went to the cloakroom, and shifted for blink of an eye. Flushes the alcohol." Another pause. "Yeah, possibly. Still not sure. I like him a fucking sight more than Alexander." Her brow furrows. "But I'm not totally sold on the men thing, still. Especially now I've seen...you know. The things."
Brooke sticks out her tongue a little, biting on it with sheer amusment. "Tell ya what honey. Each gender has their uses when it comes to pleasuring. So take 'em both, right?" A moment passes, "Was he big downstairs?"
"He didn't get any shorter...oh...wait..." KL holds her hands up, palms facing each other, about two feet apart. "That big? No. Maybe smaller. I don't know, I didn't have a tape measure. How big are they normally?"
Brooke laughs, "Geezus, he was not two feet. I'm talking about his dick ya know. Normally, somewhere around six inches, more than that and they start getting bragging rights." A moment of soft snickering ends, and the kin glances at the Fury, "He was decent to ya, right?"
"Very," the Ahroun replies. "Nice to a fault. Though not afraid to be a bit pushy." She grins. "He's the brother of one of my sisters. So he knows what would happen if he got out of line." She suddenly shakes her head. "No, that's unfair. He's better than that. He wouldn't even think about doing anything bad."
Brooke nods, "Good. You'll have less problems than he will in this department, but remember that Garou or not, you've got a say in how things go down in relationships. And if the other party ain't willing to listen? Walk away. There's always good sex to be found elsewhere." The kin ends her little speech and gives the car another hit on the gas, turning it around to head back in the direction of the farm.
"I don't know if I'm in a relationship or not," KL says, a bit airily. "We didn't really talk about it. It was just a date, but it did go rather well." She shrugs. "I think there's a couple of things I want to...do...before I get pregnant." She lets her arm dangle from the window, feeling the air rush past.
Brooke glances over to the Ahroun, nodding. "No reason to rush into that one. Nine months of hell, and then more? Won't be getting that out of me ever, hell no." She laughs a little, smiling at the girl. "You glow nicely hotstuff. Almost makes me jealous I wasn't the one to give it to you."
KL blushes again and looks down. "Aren't you with Quentin?" she asks, with a bit of nerves wavering her voice. "And I really am intending to get pregnant and soon. Life expectancy and all that."
The kin chuckles, "I enjoy my time with Quentin, yeah. But I am not his, nor is he mine. I like living my life on the fly, and without a lot of being strapped down. Hmm, well, figuratively on that part anyway. And don't go talking about expectancy, that shit gets you killed."
"You have to be aware of it," KL says, seriously. "I mean, I don't want it to happen yet, and I don't intend to let it, but it's not that bad." She smiles. "So, you're not...anyone's?" The Ahroun lets her jacket fall onto her lap, and puts both hands behind her head, stretching. "Interesting."
"I don't play by the rules most Garou would like kin to play with. I might not be nine feet tall or have claws like kitchen knives, but I am no one's fucking property or material to be shuffled around and used and decided for. So I'm careful with who I hook up with. They don't play by my rules, they don't play at all." Brooke grins a little, watching the Fury's reaction.
The Fury's smile gets even wider, if anything. "You sure you're not a fury? You look a bit furyish, and you sure as fuck sound it." She blinks. "Well, to me, anyway. What rules?"
All at once the mood deflates, and there's a hard shell that comes up around the kin. Rather than reaffirm her Fianna lineage, Brooke's answer comes out in a snap. "Fury's got no fucking claim on me. None." Her harsh response is assertive and firm, almost as if it were a well recited mantra.
KL must be in a good mood. "Don't want to claim you. Thought that was what we were talking about," she says. "Well, actually, I do want to...sort of...claim you. But not like you mean. But, if you don't like furies..." she lets her voice trail off, and shrugs, but then looks away out of the window.
Brooke glances at the other, frowning a little. "I got a grudge okay? You been okay, so is Melodie. I can't speak for the rest 'cause I've not met them. And no, no one claims me, but tribes don't exactly look at things that way do they. Tell me what you think your tribe'd do if they found out there was a Fury kin hooked up with the Get boys?"
"Mel's great," KL says, looking back. "It depends on who's in charge. I've packed with Get, and most of them were more than OK. We're all on the same side, hard as it is to remember sometimes." She pauses. "Look, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to hit a nerve." She genuinely looks upset, taking her arms back down to her sides, hands holding on to her jacket firmly.
Brooke lets out a sigh, shaking her head, "Wasn't your fault, don't worry about it KL. But backing up a step, what'd you mean a minute ago?" She eyes the girl more curiously now.
"When?" KL asks, looking confused. "Which bit?" She relaxes a little, tension flowing from her shoulders.
A coy smile comes over Brooke's features. "About you wanting do something to me." She grins, brow raising. The farmhouse begins to come back into view. "You don't have to answer now if you don't want. You just caught me off guard."
KL laughs. "I'm a bit mad today, you may have noticed. Maybe tomorrow I'll be back to Miss Exercise-and-Practice." She pauses. "Doesn't seem entirely likely. But yeah, you're hot. If I'm finding out whether I like guys or girls, I'd like you to represent the girls side."
Brooke grins widely, "I'd be thrilled. For that matter, so will you. I'll drive ya back and you can hang out in your glow for a while. I want you when your not coming off someone else's high." She winks then and the two drive back to the farm in much lighter conversation.