Time/Date : It is currently 07:03 Pacific Time on Thu Jan 24 2008.

Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 17 degrees Fahrenheit (-8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.69 and falling, and the relative humidity is 95 percent. The dewpoint is 16 degrees Fahrenheit (-8 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (90% 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..

Zeke:

A young man who may just be approaching his late teens, Zeke is not overly tall- topping off at about 5'10", and not overly muscled. He does look fit though, perhaps the kind of average physique that suggests an active lifestyle opposed to hours spent on the weight bench. His carriage is modest and without any aloofness about him, though he does not give the impression of being uncomfortable in his skin either.
His face is a oval rather than narrow, broad cheeked and with a wide, easy grin. A fair skinned complexion grants an even starker contrast for his jade-green eyes. The three-day stubble he wears seems to be planned rather than a show of laziness, or perhaps he just doesn't grow facial hair very well; regardless, the hair outlines over his lip and on the lowest part of his chin.
His clothes are simple and effective, and no matter what time of year it is, Zeke is found wearing long sleeve shirts and a wide variety of beanie hats- always worn down past the ears. His jeans appear well worn and loved, and his shoes are of the common Mall Shoestore variety. He's also a fond supporter of hooded sweatshirts and jackets- again, hood always up.
Also notable is that this individual is missing fingers on his left hand. The pinky finger is completely gone and the ring finger is missing down to the lowest knuckle.

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 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.
On the back of her right hand, the legend "Be Nicer To People" is etched in black pen.

Early morning, Fury House. The pressure of the full moon is still present, though at least it's receding, rather than increasing. KL, the Fury Ahroun, is pacing back and forth in the kitchen, a look of thunder on her face. Occasionally, she stops by the table, where a slowly steaming mug of liquid is parked, takes a sip, pulls a face, and goes back to pacing.

The basement door opens and up comes Zeke. Hat on, but short sleeves leave his discolored arms in plain view. He's got a groggy look about him as he zombies his way toward the fridge, so far, completely oblivious to the other -an odd effect from the usually alert metis.

"Well, good morning," KL says, darkly, swinging around at the end of one of her perambulations. "How is our little TV and internet star today?" Her voice is dripping with sarcasm, and she folds her arms across her chest, eyes hard and focussed on Zeke.

Zeke looks up at this, eyes narrowing, "What are you talking about KL?" The fridge door opens and he reaches in to get the milk out.

"Well, I was down at the shops, looking at the televisions through the window - " KL says, archly. " - weavery rubbish, but I get bored not knowing what's going on when Luna's heavy, and what the fuck do I see? I see a news report about teenagers rioting, and a picture of you. Apparently it's all over the internet too, but as that really is little better than a hive, I wouldn't know."

Zeke blinks. "Oh ... oh no." He shakes his head, "I wasn't rioting with them KL! I was trying to help the people that got caught up in the mess. Like the policewoman in the cruiser. Is, anyone looking for me?"

"I couldn't tell," KL admits. "I was struggling to make out the sound, and it didn't say on the caption." She shrugs, and walks across to the table, taking her tea and swallowing a gulp. "Still, your face is temporarily famous." A thought strikes her. "Everything stayed where it should have, right?"

Zeke looks to her, blinking a few times, and then nods. "I didn't lose my hat at any point, no. Everytime I try to help someone, it brings trouble to me." The milk is put back in the fridge and the door shut. Both hands come up over his face as he rubs his eyes.

KL nods, her expression more sympathetic. "Yeah, you're not on the best run of luck with that." She pauses. "But if things don't require a sacrifice, then they're hardly deeds of note, are they. So, fancy telling me what happened?"

Zeke looks up with a heavy sigh. "I was headed to find Mouse. It happened not far from there. There was a fender bender, and the policewoman was there handling it. The drivers got fisty, started throwing punches and getting agitated. She lost control of the situation and there was no back up there. Then the kids, the rowdy ones? They started picking up on it and took the opportunity to start harassing and rioting."

The Fury Ahroun nods. "Anyone killed?" she asks. "And... it sounds like you know this policewoman?" She takes another sip of tea, and this time goes as far as to stick her tongue out.

Zeke looks up, "No, I don't. I just saw a bad situation rising up around her. I wanted to help." He frowns, "No injuries. Car was flipped, but I think she was alright. Rick was there, the Gaian kin? He told me to leave because it... would look like I was one of the teens."

"It really does," KL says, glumly. "This is disgusting," she waves the mug. "Why do things that are good for you taste bad?" Her attention returns to the matter at hand. "You're going to have to be really careful for a while," she says. "Fuck, with Cedric and everything. We can't afford to have people wanted by the police. The pictures aren't good, by the way - the ones on the TV... if I didn't know you well, I wouldn't recognise you. Not seen the ones on the internet."

Zeke nods his head, sighing. "I'll stay low. Keep my hood up. Limit my time in the city for a while." He reopens the fridge then and gets the milk out this time, setting it on the counter. "Have you spoken to Nike recently?"

"No," KL says. "Not seen her. Thought I heard her at one point, but I was busy sleeping." She shrugs. "Nor have I had any edicts from on high." She looks intently at Zeke. "Have you?"

Zeke lifts a shoulder, "Not having been around here specifically so much? No. I did tell Lefty what our plan is. I told her that you must be allowed within a certain distance."

"How did she take that?" KL asks. "There's no need for Kavi to know I'm anywhere near, I guess. And I shouldn't be needed."

"She thought the same thing. We won't tell him about your proximity." Zeke looks around for the cup he keeps out, and not being able to find it, points to the cupboard. "Can you get me a glass please?" "She seemed somewhat distraught about it. Thinking Kavi would not be able to handle my running the rite. I told her that he needs to come to terms with it."

"Well, if he can't, we'll explore other options," KL says, grabbing a glass and handing it over to Zeke. "But I really believe it's best that you should try, first. It feels like it's the right solution." She grimaces. "Not going to be easy for you, though, I know."

Zeke nods his head, "Given my penchant for helping turning into mayhem, I'm starting to worry just how not easy this will end up being."

KL laughs. "What are you going to do, stop helping?" she asks. "Sure, it doesn't always work out, that's life. What're the other options? Give up? Decisions are easy when there's only one option."

"What have I got to lose anyway, right? Hopefully the next life will be less... trying than this one." He moves to the kitchen table and sits down, drinking the milk easily.

"Heyhey!" KL says, pulling herself up so that she's sitting on a worktop, feet dangling down. "I'm the one with the fatalistic deathwish around here. Stop stealing my schtick!" She finishes the tea with another expression of pain. "I swear this stuff is just about increasing the pain involved in the whole process."

Zeke looks to her, "Still working on that hmm? Try standing on your head after having intercourse, I hear that helps too." He stands up, frowning a little under the heavy moon.

"Why does it fucking well bother you so much?" KL demands, suddenly freezing in place. "This is part of life, and part of *our* life specifically. It's the right time for me to do something natural to me. Why do you have a problem with it?"

Zeke looks to her, "It doesn't bother me. Alright? I just... nevermind. I wish you the best of luck with it KL, and the blessing of a bright, healthy baby girl."

"You just what?" KL doesn't appear about to let this rest. "And I don't care if it's a boy or a girl. Or twins." She slides off the worktop. "So, you just what?"

"Drop it KL. Just drop it. I'll have plenty of your moods to deal with once you're pregnant, I don't need to deal with them now." He stands up from the table then and moves to put the empty glass into the sink.

"Fuck you," KL's temper is approaching danger point. "You will fucking well tell me what the fuck is wrong, and you will *never* fucking refer to my "moods" in that fucking tone again." She stalks towards Zeke, maneuvering to try to put herself between him and the door.

Zeke growls a little himself now. "Fine. All I hear about from you is this baby craze. Which kin to take, which to mate with, which is better, who is richer, need to have this baby right now. You have all these choices KL. Your pick of kin, your decision to 'do something that is so natural' to you. Well it should be for me too and it's not. I will never experience this. Christ KL. Ninety five percent of the damn society doesn't even think I should be allowed to love or lust or want. So I am tired. Of hearing. About this. Alright?"

"No, it is not *fucking* well alright?" KL spits back. "It isn't my fucking fault you're a fucking metis any more that it fucking well is yours." She stabs a finger at the air, pointed at Zeke. "And this is fucking well one of the most fucking important things in my fucking life at this fucking moment, and so fuck you if I'm not going to fucking well mention it to you. Because the other fucking option is that I never *fucking* well speak to you again."

"Fine! Then talk to me about it, but don't expect me to act like a ray of sunshine. I'm bitter, alright? And no, it's probably not fair of me, but that's how I feel. And you should stop swearing all the time. Or the first word out of your baby's mouth is going to be fuck.

The Ahroun glares at the Philodox for a long moment, her muscles quivering. And then she laughs. "I've often wished mine was," she says. "Zeke, I can't have a baby either. Think about it. I can give birth. I *will* give birth. But there isn't anyone around here who can or would look after a baby for two, maybe three weeks out of four. I...when I went away before...I arranged for some people back home, good people, to look after him or her. Unless, you know, all the cherries align wrong." She looks morose. "This is the good bit of the whole thing. Maybe I'll get to see them occasionally too, especially once they're a bit bigger. But I won't every *have* a baby. And I know that's not the same, but it doesn't make me happy."

Zeke looks to the Ahroun with a tightened brow, nodding. "I'm sorry KL. You're right. It's not going to be easy on you either. I just, lately. Going home was hard on me KL. It sort of reopened some wounds."

KL nods. "I'll try and tone it down a bit," she says, more concilliatory. She starts to wash up her mug, moving fairly slowly as she does.

Zeke nods his head, "I'll try to be a little more cheerful for you. Helpful." The metis, wearing his hat but donning short sleeves this morning, is standing at the sink, back to it.

Melodie comes down the stairs sleepily. Apparantly, life as a Cliath means no early mornings for her, as she's still in her pink flannel pajamas. "Morning." She pulls the milk carton out of the fridge, and then stops. "Hey, Zeke, you're back!"

KL laughs at Mel. "He's been back for ages. Just skulking in the basement, or getting into trouble in town." She finishes washing her mug and sets it on the drying board. "What news from you? And have you heard anything from Chris about Mr. Gatorade?"

Zeke glares at KL. "It wasn't my fault. Hey Mel, yeah I been back, just running around alot."

Melodie shakes her head, "No, but I don't go to the city much anymore." She pours herself a glass of milk, and puts the carton back in the fridge. "Um, KL, I know you're greater in station, so you can have anything of mine that you want, but why did you take all of my shoes? They're way too small for you." She looks like she's fairly annoyed, but doing her best to be polite about it.

KL laughs, and sits back onto a worktop. "Oh, yeah, that," she says. "OK, this will take some explaining. Jacob - the Child of Gaia - asked me to do a favour for him. He has this cub - River - who has an attitude problem, particularly with Riot. And he - and I - wondered if it might be related to gender. So River and I took a little field trip, and I was constantly pushing at him. And I wanted to be as female as possible, to the point of ludicrous stereotypes." She takes a breath. "So, I had him carry my suitcase, full of "essential" items. For about ten miles." She grins. "The expression on his face when he opened it to discover it only contained shoes, and not anything useful for a camping trip, was priceless." She shrugs. "I decided in the end that he wasn't especially prejudiced, just an irritating kid with more rage than he knows what to do with. I identified, a bit."

Zeke looks from Melodie to KL with a curious frown. "Glad I missed out on this. So the boy is better now?" He eyes Melodie lightly and then clears his throat, "I learned the rite Melodie. KL thinks it best that I be the one to perform it for Kavi."

Melodie laughs at KL's story, mood lightening. "Okay, that's funny. I was kinda freaked at first, though, I just found these awesome little pumps, well, I guess you saw 'em. You know how many stores even carry decent adult shoes in my size?" She takes a swig of her milk, and a deep breath afterwards. "That's great, Zeke. I'd love to help if you think it'd be useful, but it's so tricky with that one."

KL smiles. "I don't think it takes one field trip to stop being a ragey ass. Seven years hasn't done it for me, yet." She makes a move to the door. "I should go pump some steel at Alex's."

Zeke grunts, "That's for sure," he speaks under his breath at KL. To Melodie he nods. "I don't think having more Furies there would be wise. As it is, Lefty's unsure if he'll be able to handle the idea."

Melodie nods to Zeke. "Maybe get Basil or Salee to help, though. They're with Unicorn too now, an' it... does stuff to you. Like, I just know how everyone feels now if I talk to them for like a minute. It's kinda scary. Um, so they'd be real helpful, and Salee's even a Walker." She gives KL a wave. "Have fun, see you later I guess!"

Zeke gives Melodie a small smile. "So how are you liking pack life so far Mel? You've got a fine totem. Some day I'd like to pack under Unicorn."

Melodie grins broadly. "Our Totem spirit is awesome! It's really weird, being like connected to something bigger'n you like that, but I like it. An' he makes the full moons a little easier, I think, but I'm glad it's goin' down now anyway."

KL flashes a grin at Melodie as she leaves, and gives a little wave. "Seeya."


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