Time/Date :It is currently 00:23 Pacific Time on Thu Mar 6 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.26 and falling, and the relative humidity is 85 percent. The dewpoint is 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning New Moon phase (8% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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 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. >BR /> 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.
If she put a little bit of effort into her appearance, this young woman--presumably in her early to middle twenties--could be a knock-out. Helen is slightly above middle height, around 5'6", and well-proportioned with long limbs. Her skin is pale with an olive tint to it. Her face is an extremely pretty one, the shape somewhere between square and oval with a strong jaw, all her features nicely fitting in there regularly. Her eyes are dark blue, and above them are straight eyebrows with a little arch to them. Her nose is short and slightly upturned, and her lips are full and seem to always be set in a knowing smirk. Her thick hair is black, though threaded through with a reddish color, bobbed short to her chin.
She doesn't seem fond of jewelry, but always wears some earrings on her earlobes. There are imperceptible scars on her eyebrows--three on the left, one on the right--where piercings used to be; along with these, there are more all along her earlobes up to the cartiledge. She wears a necklace of a simple leather rope with a black, round stone dangling from it. It's obvious it's something special. She seems to favor simple clothes and doesn't dress in style. She most often wears a well-worn pair of indigo jeans with tearing at the hems. Paired with that is usually a top of some kind--most often a t-shirt or a long sleeved shirt, generally clothing herself in dark colors, paired up on occasion with a jacket when the weather calls for it. She carries herself well, as if she must have learned some manners for nice little girls years ago. (Appearance-related Notes: App 4, PB 3.)
Midnight in the Fury House, and KL is lounging. Inasmuch as it's possible to lounge in the common area, which is a contrast of light and dark and rather uncomfortable seating. She has a book - "You Can Do Leatherwork!" open on her lap, but she's not really paying much attention to it.
The water in the shower had been running for about fifteen minutes, then stopped. Helen was taking a late, late shower after a late, late run. Dressed in loose drawstring sweatpants and a white cami top, her hair a wet mess, she heads downstairs, making a beeline for the kitchen for a drink of water before bed. "Good book?" she asks, not turning to look at her tribesister.
"Helen!" KL says, setting aside the book. "I have some news for you." She suddenly seems nervous, twitchy. "Nike has gone. Back to Boston. Her return is... questionable. I am claiming the eldership of the Black Furies." She stands up. "You are the last person I have to speak to. And the one I'm expecting to contend with me for it." A pause. "Oh, and I'm challenging for Fostern and pregnant."
"Whoa, whoa, wait, what?" Everything came out so fast, Helen didn't seem to grasp it. "Okay. Fine with you being elder, I don't wanna do that shit again and I know you could whoop my ass so I'd be totally dead. Second: challenging, pregnant, wait, what?"
"I challenged Reggie for Fostern at the last moot. And I'm pregnant. I planned it and everything," KL explains, her nervousness vanishing in an instant. "Sera - she's a strider theurge - did the fertility rite, and then there was bouncing and stuff." She pats her stomach. "It's all good."
Helen runs a hand through her wet, stringy hair. "Oh. Wow. Um, good for you," she squeaks out. "So I get to be an aunty, hurray for me." There is a very mild hint of bitterness to her voice, but at the same time she does seem genuinely happy for KL in her own Helen-like way. "How...um, how pregnant are you?
"One month," KL says. She studies the Ragabash for a while. "Is there anything you need or want that I might be able to do something about? Oh, and you may have noticed that bits of the house are being repainted - do you want to do your room, or have it done?"
"I'd like to do my own room, give me something to do," says Helen, shrugging. "Nothing I can think of besides, uh, sleep." She offers KL a small smile. "As long as you promise I get to hold the baby and everything, I'm a sucker for babies. It's kind of pathetic..."
KL looks sad. "You can hold it in the brief period it's here." She looks down and away. "I'm not going to be able to be able to keep it here. Or lok after it for long. You know what I'm like on full moons."
Helen nods. "Yeah... That's why I think it would be hard to have a kid. Not being able to do a lot, not being able to really be a mom. But, um, if you need help, maybe I can a little. I'm not as bad when the moon's full, uh, usually."
"Usually," KL says, glumly. "I've arranged for it to be fostered back home in Denver. Assuming it's not male and Garou, in which case Stacey might be getting a call." She brightens up. "Still, thought I'd do it while I was still alive." She pauses. "I'm kind of keen that we get back on mission - Melodie is helping out at the Women's Shelter, Zeke is going to help at St. Uriels. I'm going to make jam and caks for a bakesale, and obviously gut any bastards that need it. Anything you want to do?"
Helen sips her water, pondering this. "I'll help with the gutting of bastards," she says, leaning back against the counter. "I'm always for killin' some fuckers who deserve it..."
KL grins nastily. "That's cool. But we should be doing stuff when there aren't obvious bastards to murderise. Have a think." She smiles. "Oh, and I understand you know Nadine?"
"Yep. Long time ago," says Helen with a bob of her head. "What about her, is she still around?"
"Back, I think." KL replies. "Well, she's living in Kent Crossing. I'm sure she'd be keen to see you again. She said she'd come up here quite a lot." A pause. "Helen, can you find people?"
Helen tilts her head to the side. "I'm pretty good at that by now," she quips. "Who am I gonna be finding?"
"Nobody, yet." KL says. "I'm just constructing a backup plan. Riot of the Coggies has the lead, but I'm not entirely happy with how it's going."
"Well, let me know. I am here to serve." With her free hand Helen jokingly salutes. "I'm gonna go to bed."
KL smiles. "Sleep well," she says. "And may the Goddess guard you." She settles back onto the chair, and picks up her book again.