Time/Date :It is currently 07:06 Pacific Time on Thu Feb 28 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.21 and falling, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (53% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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.
Looking at 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.
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 mid-brown hair is now quite long, and she wears it in a long plait that falls down between her shoulder-blades, secured at the top and the bottom with wide black eather bands. 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.
Morning in the Fury house sees the putative Fury Alpha hard at work. A workboard has been clamped to the dining table, and she's hunched over it, driving what looks like some sort of thin pointy trowel over a piece of leather. She's totally absorbed in what she's doing.
From the basement comes the metis, stepping up lightly and running a hand through his hair before slipping his hat on and tugging it down. A long sleeve, though light-material, tee covers his torso and a pair of shorts. "Morning," he offers groggily.
"Morning Zeke," KL greets, without looking up from what she's working on. Another groove gets added to the leather, her tool moving slowly but definitely over the surface. She sets down the router and looks at the Metis. "You look like death warmed over. What's up?"
A confused look flits over his features, "I just woke up." He glances down to her project and cants his head, "What are you working on?"
KL holds a piece of paper up to show him the design. "Bracers, I think they're called. Like armguards, but not only for archery. Protect your wrists and arms when you're using bladed weapons." The design she shows has a back-winging Pegasus on it, the horse's hooves splayed as if kicking out at someone.
Zeke looks down at it and nods, "You've a talent with this craft. I wish there were something I could do like this." He studies the leather again and then drops down into a chair at the table.
The Ahroun nods. "I've got good co-ordination, nimble fingers and I enjoy it. It calms me down, because it's sort of violent and not violent at the same time." She shrugs and puts the paper down, studying Zeke carefully. "I'm worried about you," she says simply.
Zeke looks over to the Ahroun, surprised. "Worried about me? Have I done something to inspire such worry? I thought I have been free from trouble for a while now."
KL blinks. "Not like that!" she says. "I mean that I'm concerned for you. Worried that you're unhappy, not that you're off breaking the law or anything." She smiles. "Tell me, what do you want to do? Where do you see your place in this Sept. Not now, but eventually. In a year or two, say."
Zeke tugs at his hat a bit more, thinking on this. "I am not unhappy here KL. This sept is very different from my home sept, or my mothers sept. I am surprised there are not more metis here to be honest, since they are received with such tolerance." He considers the question though, "I'm not sure to be honest. When I arrived here, I wanted only to be accepted well enough to fight alongside them and be trusted to judge what was needed. But seeing Kaz, and Mouse and what they have done? I don't know."
The Ahroun nods, and considers this. "I can't promise that you'll find it as easy as they have done. The Walkers and Gnawers are... more tolerant of metis than we are. As a tribe. And you're... well, male." She pauses. "But there's no reason why you couldn't end up leading a pack, if you wanted. Or maybe even holding a Sept position. Being Truthcatcher at some moots - or have you already done that?"
Zeke shakes his head, "I have been to only one moot. The one where I was punished." His gaze drops at this and he shrugs slightly. "I do not aspire for greatness KL. I just want someplace to call home and have those around me that I can care for."
"You should come to more," the Fury Ahroun considers. "They're good." She pauses. "It appears we have a spare bedroom upstairs. Want it? You'd have to give up the basement."
Zeke glances up at this, as if the news startled him. "What about Myra?" he offers. "I'm not unhappy in the basement KL." Here he grins a little, two days in a row attempting humor? "It is much nicer than the bushes out front."
KL laughs. "Myra's a cub. You're a cliath. You get the room before she does," she says. "And she can have the basement - we'll do it up a little more, make it a bit nicer. Sound reasonable?"
"Are you wanting to turn the basement into cub housing then? I can help with that if you'd like. And, if you wish me to consider the room upstairs, then I will. Does it have an actual bed?" he asks, grinning.
"It has an actual bed," KL says. "Might be worth waiting a week or so, just to make sure Nike isn't coming back to claim it." She grins back at him. "But yes, let's turn the basement half into cub housing and half into a gym."
Zeke looks a little nervous at that, "N-nike's room? You're not going to take that one?"
The Fury Ahroun grins. "All the rooms are about the same size, up there," she explains. "The only differences are furniture and decoration. I've got mine just how I want it at the moment, and I'm not giving it up." She pauses. "I can change the mattress for a slightly less comfortable one, if you like."
Zeke shakes his head, "I think I would like to stay in the basement then KL, but thank you."
KL blinks. "What? OK, I'll move Melodie to Nike's old room, and you can have Mel's room? How about that? Or is it my room that you're desperately set on?" She seems a trifle irritated by this. "Or, should I move to Nike's old room, Melodie to mine and you to Mel's?"
Zeke holds up his hands, "No no, don't go through so much trouble. I'm fine. I can stay where I am. I would not want to have disappointed Nike by claiming something she had intents of keeping, or returning to."
"It's not stopping me," KL says drily. "And I'm still turning the basement into cub bedding. I want that smelly sofa out of my house. So, you can step up and be a cliath, or you can stay down there with the cubs. Pick!"
A flicker of uncertainty shows strongly over his features and he finally breaks, "Fine, I will take a room." His eyes drop to the table and he lets out a breath.
KL reaches forward, and lifts his chin up, staring at him until she meets his eyes. "Childhood's long gone, Zeke. And I know all that fucking shit about "that's not how it works". It's my game, now. And for as long as it is, you keep your head up and your shoulders back and you walk like an adult. Understood?"
It takes a moment for him to meet her gaze, but as she asks it of him, he gives it. "Yes KL, I understand." The words come, but not without action also, and he lifts his head up and gives a more resolute nod. "I'll do my best."
"Good," the Fury says, with a nod of her head. She takes her fingers away from his chin and brushes his cheek affectionately, before dropping her hand back to her lap. "Right. As I said, give it a week. In the mean time, do you fancy doing some decorating? There are some overalls and things - I just want to finish the outside of the house, then get cracking on the basement."
Zeke nods his head as he watches the Fury elder now, "I would like to help. We should put matting on the floor in the basement, where you want the fitness area to be. I could lay that easily, it would be a good task for me."
"I'll order some," KL says, screwing up her mouth. "This being Alpha is going to be expensive, I can sense it."
Zeke nods his head, "We can be frugal with things. The flooring for the rest of the basement can be purchased off clearance. So long as you are not looking for perfection."
"I can hit up Alex for some cash, too," KL observes. "I mean, it's all very well him having a mansion, and us being able to go there, but I don't think it's unreasonable to ask him for some money. Hmm. I wish I could pull down more of my trust fund. Need to get someone to look at that."
Zeke looks to her, "Trust fund?"
"Not you as well!" KL exclaims. "Where do you think the groceries come from? Alex doesn't buy them all!" She sighs. "I have a trust fund, which was set up when I was eight, intended to pay my way through University. I can withdraw very small amounts of money from it. For a long while, that was dangerous, now it's less so." She shakes her head.
This makes the metis blink and he gives a nod. "Oh, well that is helpful. Yes. As well we can ask Anji, if she is staying on, to help us get started I think." Zeke looks back to the bracers and smiles. "You're going to be great."
"Yes," KL says. "I rather think I am." She flashes a grin at Zeke, then stands. "However, as I want to be great and not stinky, I need a shower."