Time/Date :It is currently 14:20 Pacific Time on Thu Dec 27 2007.
Place : Nicholson Hall - Backyard(#3385RJ)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 13 mph. The wind chill index puts the temperature to 26 degrees Fahrenheit (-3 degrees Celsius.) The barometric pressure reading is 29.83 and falling, and the relative humidity is 88 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (78% full).
Nicholson Hall - Backyard(#3385RJ)
A wooden deck dominates a backyard surrounded on all sides by dense forest. The deck is roughly the size of a large living room and it has been designed in such a way that the fencing around the patio doubles as a bench. In the southeastern corner of the deck there is a beautiful twelve-person hot tub. A large stainless steel barbecue dominates the northern end of the patio, along with a prep area that includes a sink. Reclining chairs are scattered about the remainder of the deck, while a glass-topped patio table and umbrella provides an eating area close to the barbecue. A sliding glass patio door leads into the kitchen of Nicholson Hall.
The dense forest that surrounds the backyard and stretches towards the east is home to many animals. It is not uncommon to spot the occasional deer and rabbits are frequent visitors, feasting on the neatly trimmed grass. If one looks close enough, there is a faint game trail in the northwestern part of the backyard and a more defined path to the south.
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 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.
Looking at Alexander:
Darkly handsome, Alexander is a man in his mid thirties, with black hair is neatly cut, as is the fine beard that runs along his jawline. His dark eyes are bright, cheerful, charismatic, and appealing. Physically, he stands at roughly six feet tall and is slim without being bony. The Kinsman's facial features are mildly effeminate and distinctly Grecian.
He wears a simple white dress shirt and pair of grey slacks, a style that one would typically call business casual. A heavy gold and gem-encrusted ring decorates the second finger of Alexander's right hand. Brightly polished black leather shoes adorn the Kinsman's feet, completing his appearance.
Alexander is leaning over the porch railing, eyes looking towards the Bawn and not seeing past the first few trees. The kinsman is looking a little worn around the edges and a glass of something is held loosely in one hand.
Emerging from the treeline is a somewhat forlorn and bedraggled looking figure. The rain has caused KL's hair to plaster to her head, but even that's not enough to explain quite how lost she looks. She doesn't even notice the figure on the porch as she wends a slow way towards the hall, her head lowered and her eyes fixed on her feet.
"Ms. Kathyrn-Laura," Alexander says as she straightens up and takes a step towards the woman. "Are you quite all right?" Look whose talking, the guy who looks like he hasn't slept well in a week.
"Alexander!" KL says, eyes brightening. "Wait. Not safe. Moon too full." She makes shooing motions with her hands. "I'm OK. I've had better days. Though you don't look so great yourself." A beat. "And *please* just "KL"."
"KL then," the kinsman concedes, without argument. Which for him, is rather odd. "Believe me, I am safer out here with you, then I am in there. Have you seen what those cubs have been doing to my poor home?" The kinsman makes a face, glancing over his shoulder. "At least there haven't been any new blood stains to clean up in a few weeks."
"How did that come about?" KL asks. "I mean, how did you end up as permanent landlord to the Sept's cub population?" Disobeying her own prohibition, she climbs up onto the porch and leans against the railing, a couple of yards from Alexander. "And sorry about the plates. I'll get you some new ones. I don't think they were valuable - just plain ones."
"Seems this place is not known to the Spirals, unlike the farmhouse," Alexander says, walking over to the portable sink near the barbecue and locating a second glass. "The filled a body with silver and blew it up on the front porch, from what I was told. I managed to stash a few drinks back here, anything in the house is long gone. Do you want anything?"
"What've you got?" KL asks, interested. "For the first time ever, I need a drink. Today has been shitty from start to finish. Apparently, a Glasswalker I shouted at has..." Her voice trails off. "Do we abuse you? I mean, Furies. Not cub army."
Alexander lifts his head, looking back over and KL and shrugging his shoulders. "Of course not." Then he is reinspecting the stash of alcohol. "Brandy, whiskey, rum, and a bottle of red wine."
KL looks interested. "I've never had whiskey or brandy or rum. You choose." She leans back against the balustrade, watching Alexander and running her hands through her hair, in a vague attempt to get it dry. "I remember the scars on your chest," she says, quietly. "I'm not sure that "of course not" is entirely accurate." She wrinkles up her nose. "I'm sorry." Quiet as a mouse, but genuine.
Alexander pours out some brandy for himself and the Fury, bringing the glass over to her. "Accidents happen sometimes," she says, handing over the glass. "Part of the risk of being kinfolk. Especially one like me." The kinsman smiles faintly. "There are Sisters who want nothing at all to do with men, yet they still want children."
The Fury Ahroun takes a sip of the brandy, and makes an expression like someone who'se just bitten in to a lemon. She coughs, and then breathes deeply. "Phew. Strong," she says, taking another sip more cautiously. "But nice. Um... yeah. I sometimes think I might be one of those, but then I decide otherwise. Or get too angry to think about it." A shrug, and then she looks over the rim of her glass, held to her mouth, at Alexander, a look of consideration in her eyes.
Alexander smirks, lifting his glass to his lips and taking more then a sip. "Or you get thrown across a room, because you said the wrong thing." The man shrugs. "It happens. People seemed confused with me here - I really don't know why. I do what I'm asked and am am looked at oddly for doing it."
KL nods, takes another sip of brandy. Her eyes narrow as she thinks over something, then eventually she speaks. "I think... what sometimes upsets me about you, is that you don't seem to want anything. Or rather... hmm... it feels like you're scared, scared to be who you want to be. Scared to say no to us sometimes." She runs a finger around the rim of her glass, then dips it in and withdraws it, studying the droplet formed on the tip of her finger before licking it off. Her eyes return to Alexander. "Perhaps that's unfair?"
Alexander shrugs and runs a hand through his hair, looking up towards the grey sky. "I..." He shrugs again. "I've always been at the service of the Sisters, KL. Since I was thirteen. It`s just the way things are. I am more then successful of a businessman, but my duties to the Tribe do limit some things."
"Like having some privacy in your own home?" KL asks, with a grin. Another sip from her glass. "Or something else?" She brushes a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, smoothing it into place, and closes a couple of steps to Alexander. "I worry that they limit your ability to be happy. To say what you...want."
Alexander shrugs, ducking his head and averting his gaze from the Fury. It's a rather automatic reaction for the man and there is no fear in his body language. "Well, I can't really have people over. Never know when one of the sisters might drop by. It's just the way things are."
"You can look at me," KL says, exasperation just edging into her voice. "I almost certainly won't bite your head off. At least, not without some warning." She sighs. "I'm really bad at this." With a sudden flourish, she drains her glass, taking a deep breath afterwards.
Alexander flinches, just a little. "Sorry. Considered good manners back home. Respectful - that's all I'm trying to be." Now that she is closer, the kinsman has clearly had a few drinks already. With all the Rage currently in his home, it's not all that surprising. The man sighs, looking up, if not quite meeting the woman's eyes. "I'm Kin. I know my place - I'm respectful."
"I know," KL says, softly. "I just wish you could...I don't know. Strive for more than your place." She sighs. "But it's not my business. I just want for you to be happy." There's the merest hint of drunkenness about her - just a slight disconnect in her eyes, and a blurriness to her voice on occasion. "I think it's possible for kin to be happy. I hope it is, anyway."
Alexander walks over to the portable sink and pulls out the brandy bottle silently offering to refill the Ahroun's glass. "I'm male and I'm kinfolk. It's just the way things are. I was valued for my breeding back home and I was polite, and I minded my manners. It meant that I was left to my own devices most of the time, unless I was needed for my breeding. Or, as I became successful, breeding or finances."
KL holds her glass out for Alexander to refill, and then takes a big swig from it. "I'm sorry," she says, again. "I...just...hmm..." A pause, while she struggles for words. "Thank you," she says, eventually. "For everything you do and have done and will do. I'll probably forget to say it again, but... thank you."
Alexander smiles, topping up his own glass. "Thankyou," he says sincerely. "I really just want the Sisters to be happy with me. And you might want to take it easy, you're going to make yourself sick."
"Oh," KL glances at the glass. "It would be in keeping with the day." She wobbles a little, putting a hand onto the railing to catch her balance. "I really don't have a very good tolerance for alcohol." She smiles at Alexander. "I think you've got me drunk again." A shrug. "I should improve it, I suppose. Part of growing up. And I've been doing a lot of belated growing up of late." A direct look at the kinsman accompanies this.
Alexander smiles, expression a little vague and distant as he sips at his drink. "At least there is no one else here, aside from myself. You did look like you were going to start throwing chairs at random people last time I took you out."
"Oh, I still do that," KL says, with a wicked grin. "And shout at people a lot." She studies the amber liquid in her glass. "I'm just learning to do other things too."
Alexander drains off the last of his glass, then sets it aside of the railing. "That's good. Would you like to go out later, when the moon is smaller? I'm make you a dinner here, but my place is something of a zoo."
Alexander pages to the room: May have to pose out one me. I'll try to be non-idle. :)
"Perhaps," KL says with a grin. "Depends." Her grin gets wider. "You have competition in the Male Fury Kin stakes." She takes a sip from her drink, and goes for a little wander. Which bears a not-entirely-dissimilar appearance to staggering.
Alexander gives his head a light shake, then simply offers KL the half-empty brandy bottle. "Really. Well, you could tell him where I live. It would be nice to meet more of the family."
"I think," KL says, "that I've probably had enough. Or you'll have to carry me to...the Fury House." She smiles. "He's nice, called Dre. Mel's brother." A shrug. "I'll send him over. You can compare notes, if you like."
Alexander nods and sets the bottle aside. "As you wish. Would you like me to walk you home?"
KL peers out at the weather. "It's still raining," she comments. "But it's not far." She looks at Alexander. "Why not?" she asks. "Just point me in the right direction."