Time/Date :It is currently 08:42 Pacific Time on Mon Feb 18 2008.
Place : Tenement Building - Ground Floor(#2451RJ)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is foggy. The temperature is 33 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.12 and steady, and the relative humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (80% full).
Tenement Building - Ground Floor(#2451RJ)
The ground floor of the apartment building is taken up mainly by the lobby, an open space with the front doors at one end and the (nonfunctional) elevator and the door leading to the stairwell at the other. The floor is covered in black and white tile in a checkerboard pattern, and the walls have been painted a neutral grey shade.
To the right of the main doors are mailboxes for building residents, and off to the left is the doorway into a cramped rental office (currently empty, its doorframe badly askew), and other doors that lead to the building's large laundry room.
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.
Looking at Basil:
Somewhat more noticeable than the average teenager, he still wouldn't stand out much in a punk crowd. A deeply tanned white teenager, Basil stands at nearly six feet tall now ( or close to it ). The boy's hair has grown out to his shoulders, groomed but wild and dyed an electric red. His facial features have started to grow out and become more masculine, and if not for the three jagged scars over his right eye he might be called handsome. Above his blue eyes, his eyebrows have been dyed a slightly darker shade of red. Covering his neck is a thick studded leather collar with grease or something smeared on the metal to make it shine less. His once plain leather jacket has been added to. On one shoulder there is a rat, and on his back is the laughing head of an antromorphic coyote giving the viewer the finger with a banner beneath it that reads 'Fuck You'. Beneath it is a black t-shirt, tucked into a pair of tight fitting leather pants. A belt holds them up with a buckle which reads something, but it's hard to say what from anything but a few feet away. He also wears a pair of black engineer boots and heavy leather gloves of some kind ( typically ones that cover his forearms ) at nearly all times.
Morning, St. Claire time. A blanket of fog covers the city, giving it a spooky, Victorian feeling. Wrapped in the tendrils of smoke, KL emerges from the miasma to arrive at the front door of the Tenement House, where, disdaining such modern gadgets as "doorbuzzers", she raps fiercely with her knuckles on the glass.
Around twenty seconds later someone starts to knock from the other side of the door, knocking out 'Two bits'.
"Open the fucking door," the Fury Ahroun hisses through the crack. "Or I'll fucking well smash it down." Her knocking increases in intensity, until it appears like she might be about to make good on her threat.
"That's the ticket." Basil calls through the door, opening it up to let her in with a smile. He seems in generally high spirits, as if glad to see her. "Sorry to angry up your blood."
"What are you grinning about?" KL's greeting is full of the sort of joie de vivre and general friendliness that she's famous for. She steps inside the room and glares around it, as if looking for someone in particular. To hit.
"I challenged for Fostern." Basil tells her right off the bat, a small bit of excitement creeping into his voice. "I've hardly been able to sleep a wink. Either I'm worried, bouncing off the walls with excitement, or both."
KL looks levelly at him, a picture of cool unimpressedness. "So?" she asks. "Who hasn't?" She cocks her head on one side. "Are you pregnant too?" she asks, the corner of one lip twisting into a grin, her arms folding across her chest.
"You're pregnant?!" Basil asks with a big grin, clapping his hands together with a laugh. "I can't wait until your tits get bigger!" Basil glances back into the lobby, then hooks his thumb towards some lawn chairs left out. "Wanna go sit down and talk instead of standing around?"
"Sure," KL replies. "And can you give me five good reasons why I shouldn't knock you into next week for that comment?" There's not a lot of heat in this, though - it doesn't seem immediately imminent. Either she doesn't really care, or Basil's amazing charm has worked its magic on her.
"Well, one, I'll be able to show you how to build your one baby's crib. Two, you'll get less gifts at the baby shower. Three, Mouse'll be mad if she has to mop the floor again. Four, someone's going to need to escort your baby to the Sept of your choice if you send it away... And five, when they do get bigger and bustier and sway like delicious milky melons.. " Basil pauses and lifts up his hands, 'squeezing' at the air in front of him with a dreamy sigh. "I'll squeeze them as gently as I can."
"How interesting," KL replies. "One, yeah, OK. Two, *fewer*. Three, so I'll take you outside. Four, yes, but it doesn't have to be you. Oh, and five - if you do that, I'll squeeze equivalent dangly bits of you as *hard* as I can."
"Might be worth it depending on how lonely I am. Getting pretty horny after I spent Valentine's Day alone." Basil smirks and shakes his head, shoving one of his hands into his pant's pocket. "Six would have been 'I get you laid when you ask' but I don't think you'll ask me for that again."
KL screws her face up in mild embarrassment. "Yeah, that was an education," she says, dryly. "I learnt that I will never be able to sleep with anyone who isn't kin. Great. Thanks." She flashes a grin. "I ended up with a hot pair of pants, though."
"What happened, if I might ask?" Basil inquires, taking a few steps closer with a clearly curious face. "You know, if you really are interested in the experience and you didn't get a 'go' so to speak... I know a few Kin. Sorta. Maybe."
"I'm sorted at the moment," KL replies, with a wave of her hand. "And pregnant, remember." She sighs. "I couldn't do it. It felt like walking on eggshells, like if I relaxed for one second, I'd rip everyone around me to shreds." She shakes her head. "And the music was fucking awful."
"Sorted? As in you're 'linked' with someone?" Basil questions, his curiosity not fading in the least. "You need to learn to relax, or meet someone outside of all that. I don't blame you for not wanting to make your first move like 'that' in public, either. I didn't exactly start kissing boys openly in public either, or girls for that matter."
"Not really," KL says. "I mean, I can go and get sex whenever I want. Well, just about." She smiles mischeviously. "Slept with a girl, too. And... relationships. I've decided they aren't for me. I'm too ragey."
"What was it like? And what girl?" Basil's questions keep coming, surely enough. At the mention of being too ragey, the boy snorts and his expression goes a tad dour. "Yeah, I know the feeling." Basil reaches into his jacket and takes out his smokes, lighting one up rather quickly. "Really fucking annoying that I haven't been in a real relationship in over a year. Unless you count the Spiral Kin spy. Which I don't, really."
"Why should I tell you what it was like?" KL fires back. "Male interest in female to female sexual encounters are at best questionable. The lack of another male figure means that there's no threat." Pause. "And it's fucking private, too."
"I've had girls ask me what it was like when I was with boys. Normal women, Garou... Though, the cubs asking was kind of embarrassing. I wasn't asking you for the details, I was just asking how it compared." Basil replies, lifting his hands up.
"More violent," KL says, with a nod. "But - sample size of one. Not really scientific." She shrugs. "Look, I've got to head off. Poke Chris for me about Mr. Parry."
"We can chat about it later when the moon's a little lower, yeah? I'll see you again before the moot. Take care of yourself." Basil tells her, waving the Fury off.
At which point, perhaps fortuitously, a certain ragabash becomes visible walking down the stairs. His footsteps are almost silent, and he's carrying a box in his hands. Evidently taking care given full moons, short tempers and so on. Not catching KL's comments he enters the lobby area and freezes slightly. Ahroun double-whammy. Ooops. "Hey guys.." He states as softly and inoffensively as possible.
"Chris," KL says, with a pause. "The day after the moot, I'm going to go and interview Mr. Parry. If you have a better plan, telling me about it before then would be an good idea. My current plan involves focussed violence and shouting." She turns. "See you about." And without waiting for a reply, she's gone, disappearing into the lightening mist outside.
Basil turns to Chris and takes his cigarette out of his mouth as KL leaves, holding it just long enough to ask. "Who the hell is mister Parry?" He glances at the box, then at the retreating form of the Fury with a shake of his head.