Time/Date :It is currently 06:46 Pacific Time on Tue Feb 5 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 16 mph, with gusts up to 29 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.14 and falling, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (9% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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.
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.
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.
Zeke is sitting at the kitchen table with a lined notebook in hand and a pencil. He's scribbling away at what seems to be a drawing, only he doesn't have any real skill for it and it seems to frustrate him.
From upstairs comes KL, heading into the kitchen on a mission. A mission for milk. After she's poured herself a glass and also switched the kettle on, she finally gets around to noticing Zeke. "Heya," she greets. "What're you up to?"
Zeke looks up with a frown, moving to close the notebook. "Coming to realize I have absolutely no talent for drawing. It totally frustrates me."
"Oh!" KL says. She sits down opposite him, and tries to get a look. "I'm not much good at drawing either. Not in Alesia's league, anyway. And everything frustrates me." She looks around, as if checking whether anyone is listening. "Zeke," she says quietly. "I'm scared."
Zeke looks up now, frowning, and growing instantly more concerned. "What's wrong KL?"
The Fury Ahroun nods at the kettle. "Last cup of special tea. It's today or tomorrow." She looks back at Zeke. "And I'm quite frankly terrified. And having second thoughts."
Zeke gives her a gentle smile, and reaches out to grab hold of her hand. "It's understandable to be a little nervous on this KL. But I know you can do this, you're one of the strongest Furies I know. And you have a good heart." He pauses then, "What about it is giving you doubts?"
"Being out of action for at least three months," KL says. "Bringing another life into this world. Not being able to be responsible for it." A pause. "Him or her. Not it." She blinks. "Changing my body."
Zeke nods, "Alright, beginning from the last first. Your body will be temporarily changed. And pregnancy is a natural and beautiful thing. So scratch that doubt from your mind. Bringing another life into this world? That's more challenging, but you have made arrangements already yes? Ones that you feel very strongly are correct and right for the child? That, in itself, is being responsible."
KL nods slowly. "Yes. Well, least worst for the baby." She bites her lip. "I'm just nervous. It's a big thing. And I've thought about it a lot, and I'm convinced that now is the right time. Every bit of me is saying that. Except the bits that want to go and hide upstairs in bed."
Zeke nods lightly, "Take one day at a time. The time will pass whether you are doing this or not, and you do feel strongly about it. So take courage KL. Maybe a woman from another tribe who has been through this can give you some council?"
"Perhaps," KL says. "Perhaps I should just fucking well get the..." She dissolves into laughter for a couple of seconds. "...fucking thing over with."
Zeke looks to her with some curiosity and then nods. "It will go by faster than you expect, and it will only be difficult the last few months."
KL sobers up, and smiles at Zeke. "Thanks, Zeke. You're right. I really am just nervous, I think. Strange that I should, when going into battle just makes me excited and twitchy." She shakes her head. "Any news from you?"
Zeke blinks, "News from me? About what?" This question seems to have the metis on nervous edge.
The Ahroun stares at him. "About Kavi," she says, flatly. "But it sounds like there is something that you think you should be telling me." Her expression goes colder. "Go ahead."
"What? No. I.." he sighs. "There is this girl I've met. She's in a foster home, and has been seperated from her sister. The other kids there, the older ones, are abusive to her, and I am scrambling to put the pieces together. I think she may be kin to us, the story about her sister it sounds like one of /our/ stories. But there is no way to know, and there is nothing I can do to get her out of that place. Though she said she'd run away with me." He slumps after dumping this all out. "I hate this. How can we help her?"
KL smiles. "Phew. How old is she? And... what's the nature of the abuse?" she asks. "I'm not going to say we can't help her, by the way. It's just determining how."
"She's fifteen. Her twin sister was taken to a seperate foster home after she continued to grow violent. Her last fight nearly ended anothers life, and when I asked for details, Eleanor told me her sister would refuse to talk about it. She said, Eleanor that is, said that everyone is afraid of her sister now except her, and she was fine around me too. The boy that troubles her is abusive verbally and emotionally, and had on at least one occasion that I've seen, smashed her nose into a wall."
"OK, sounds like you might be right," KL says, nodding. Her kettle finally boils, and she stands up, making her herbal concoction, and then dissolving a couple of spoonfuls of honey into it. "Options: 1 - get her out of there now. Persuade someone - Anji, perhaps - to put her up. 2 - Try to make her life a bit better somehow. For example, I could have a word with the boy." KL smiles brightly at the thought. "I could smash his nose into a wall." She pauses. "OK, I'm out of immediate options. Any suggestions?"
"Anji! Oh why didn't I think of that!? That'd be perfect. Except that she's on state records and it would essentially be a kidnapping, unless Anji can actually do the proper steps?" Zeke looks brighter now, "When can I get her? And the boy won't listen, I had a talk with him and he hardly bristled from me. I think he would just take it out on her if we met with him. I have Kaz looking for her sister. If she comes up as garou, then she's kin and we can take care of her." -- Great, just what Hidden Walk needs, the crazy Fury metis 'helping' another kin.
"Adopting her is a bit severe," KL says. "And puts Anji out a lot. Look at it this way - if Anji adopts this kin, given the size of her flat, that's it. That's the only one. So the next girl who comes along, who might be in worse trouble... Zeke, why don't you teach her how to fight?"
Zeke looks at her, "KL, I'm metis! I cannot fight well enough as is, and even just being with her is a great risk to the veil should she catch me without my hat or sleeves on. I can't." He sighs with more frustration. "We need to find her sister. Put the doubt to rest one way or another."
KL nods. "OK, that sounds like a good idea." She pauses. "I could teach her." She raises an eyebrow. "Or is that like the worst idea ever. Of course, it doesn't matter if she *is* kinfolk."
Zeke shakes his head, "I don't know. Here." He flips open the book, and a very crude drawing of the girl has been attempted. It's scribbles and lines and a bit mishaped, but perhaps it's just enough to give the other an idea. "She's blonde, very pretty, she carries notebooks around. The others call her goldilocks sometimes."
The Ahroun studies the drawing, and curls her lips into a smile. "And you're sweet on her?" she asks, raising an eyebrow enquiringly.
Zeke looks up, "No! I am not. I just don't like seeing her hurt. Or made fun of. It's what Furies do. Right?" He takes the book back, scowling seriously.
"I'm not making fun of you, Zeke," KL says, gently, sipping at her herbal tea. "I need to know. It affects your judgement and your involvement. And it's OK if you are, but I do need to know."
"I am not sweet on her KL. I have no intention of /ever/ going down that path again, because, for lack of better terms, it is total bullshit. My judgement is not affected by such things anyway, thank you very much. I am a Philodox, and I am quite capable of looking at things from a variety of unbiased angles." Zeke scowls, standing up to fetch a piece of fruit from the counter.
KL takes a long sip of her tea, and looks at Zeke. "Don't. Don't close that line off. Never say never." She smiles, obviously trying to be reassuring. "It wouldn't matter if you were sweet on her, and it wouldn't matter whether you were a philodox or anything. Don't let Roxanne win like that. Don't give up."
Zeke frowns now, "I need a walk. I don't feel like discussing this matter right now. If you see her, or the sister, see if you can talk... subtly to them. I'll see you later." His hands get thrust into his pockets hard and he storms out of the front door.