Time/Date :It is currently 07:09 Pacific Time on Mon Mar 17 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 13 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.16 and steady, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 36 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (68% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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 Lefty:
She stands at roughly five-seven, lean and fit, even for a woman well into middle-aged. Her ginger-red hair is streaked with strawberry blonde highlights and falls just past her shoulders in a simple, uncomplicated wave. Bright hazel-green and copper-brown eyes produce a rather piercing gaze, full of ingenuity and acumen, while her bearing can be at times almost facetious. The one sober and glaring feature about the woman is a scarred right-arm, completely missing below the the elbow joint.
She wears a pair of faded Levi button-fly jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of scuffed, old sneakers. Overall, a black canvas duster that has seen better years is worn to protect against the weather.
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.
Standing 5'5 and with a lean physique, Brooke carries herself like someone who knows she is armed. Her hair is long, dark and wavy- hanging well past shoulder length. Her light green eyes dance with a bold mischief that is almost fae like, and her smile is full of confidence. She moves with a steady, sure gait, but not one that is overly rigid or strict; she's fluid, and graceful, but with a strength about her as well. One suprising thing about this woman, is that despite a body and appearance that is fully feminine, her hands are strong and callused, the kind that speak of hard physical work.
She dresses in form fitting casual attire. Jeans, tank tops, leather jackets, boots and the like. While the clothes work to show off her form, they do not limit or overly inhibit her motions or actions. She also wears a bronze pendant that is in the shape of a crescent moon.
Monday morning in the Fury House is obviously "leatherwork" morning. As has become her wont of late, KL has clamped her craftboard to the dining room table - far from the strangest object to have been pinned to it recently - and is currently working on what appears to be a long brown strap, with a small grooving tool. Her tongue is between her lips, her face set in a picture of concentration.
The rumbling purr of an American classic comes to a quiet stop outside the Greek house. The mint, maroon red Chevelle looking a bit odd parked where it is just at the far end of the pathway. Out of it comes Brooke, carrying a brown paper shopping bag with little twine handles. The knock on the door is firm and undaunted.
Lefty's not too far away, and the sound of the car's engine gets her attention. She follows it til she knows it's headed for the Fury house, the Gnawer wandering down the lane a few moments later and admiring the ride. She whistles softly.
KL, still holding her grooving tool, opens the door and peers through the gap. "Brooke!" she greets, cheerfully enough. "Come in! Long time no...see." A cheeky little grin accompanies this, as she steps back to let the kin in. Lefty remains unnoticed for the moment.
Brooke smiles and nods at the Fury, "Yeah, brought you a little something. You good for a visit right now?" She hands the bag over and it has a lot of weight to it.
Lefty is still admiring the car, but she hears the conversation at the door and makes her way past the Chevelle to it. She calls past the kin to KL to get her attention, waving her hand., "Hey. Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt. Sweet ride, though."
"A something?" KL asks, peering. "Nobody ever gets me a present!" she seems almost overjoyed. "And now is great... oh, Hi Lefty. Come in, both. Lefty, I need to beg a huge favour from you."
Brooke looks over her shoulder and grins a little, "Yeah thanks. I like her well enough." She pauses then and smirks at KL, "Or am I going to get a lecture over the fact my car is a her?" The look she gives KL is also one of curiosity as she nods slightly at Lefty in a 'who is she?' gesture. Inside the bag is what can only be a black leather coat.
Lefty looks over Brooke much as she did the woman's car, her grin widening with clear approval. KL's comment grabs her attention, however, and she moves toward the door to go inside. "A favor? Sure. If I can." For the moment, introductions wait til they get inside.
KL steps back into the house, inspecting the bag. "Oh, wow!" she says, taking out the coat from within the bag and holding it out. "You sure this is for me?" she asks, peering around it. Once the other two are safely inside, she does introductions. "Lefty, this is Brooke - she's kin to the Fianna. Brooke, Lefty." She leaves further details to the other participants. "Um. Lefty, can you do the thing that enables you to track down people...or things that aren't people?"
Brooke smiles at the Fury, "Hell yeah I'm sure. You'll need that in a few months." She turns back to Lefty then after the quick intro, holding out a strong hand. "Brooke Adams. Mechanic and bartender, at least until I get my own shop up." The hand is callused but not dry.
Lefty gets a look at the jacket, brows rising with more admiration. "Very nice," she says, both concerning the present and at Brooke's introduction. She offers her own. "Lefty. Also called Ferrets out the Wyrm. Bone Gnawer Ragabash and alpha of Fidelity. Pleasure to meet you."
KL tries on the coat, her grin wide - she looks unbelievably happy, holding her arms out and turning on the spot. "Ace. And plenty of space in front for when... you know." She turns to look at Lefty. "Can you?"
Brooke smiles at the other, "You look hot babe." She nods to the Gnawer as well, "Ah cool. Know a few of rat's kids. Good folks."
Lefty grins at Brooke, but KL's question--unnoticed til now--grabs her attention. "What? Oh. Oh, I don't have the one the lupes have mastered. Tracking people. But I know a Gnawer trick that can sometimes find /things/. We can talk about it in a bit, though? I gotta use the John." Without asking or waiting for a dismissal, she waves and leaves the ahroun and the kin to business while she takes care of her own.
The Fury shakes her head slowly. "Bonegnawers," she says, with a slightly indulgent smile. She looks back at the kin, wiggling slightly in her new coat. "How've you been?" she asks, one eyebrow raised. "Busy?"
Brooke shrugs a shoulder up, "Not overly no. Just ya know how it is with the kinfolk. When ya don't need them for money, a lift, or a ride, they tend to get forgotten." She steps forward and smoothes out the leather on the back. "Fits good."
"I don't forget you," KL says, looking back over her shoulder. "I just don't want to keep bothering you. Crowd you. Take away your space." She smiles. "'sides. I like not knowing when I'm going to run into you. Makes it more pleasant when I do."
Brooke laughs a little, "You like the unexpected huh?" She glances back to the hall where the Gnawer has disappeared, then quickly moves forward and lays a hot kiss on the Fury. "You look good in the jacket KL. You'd look better naked though."
KL sneaks a glance back over her shoulder, then a little smile twitches over her lips. "You're aware that we could be interrupted at any point," she says, reaching for the kin. "That this house is chock full of people, only some of whom are out." She kisses the kin enthusiastically. "And that I've already worn my luck thin by fucking someone on the dining table?"
Brooke grins at this and then glances at the table, "Lucky table. I'm jealous I didn't earn a notch on it's leg. But, the Gnawer /is/ just down the hall in the john, and then well, they don't usually have enough on 'em to pay for one of my shows."
The Fury looks, for a moment, like she's about to suggest that she doesn't really care very much, and then shakes her head, and grins. "Yeah, I know," she peers, checking that the Fostern is definitely out of range. "Lefty was the one who got dinged for sleeping with another female Garou - in the middle of some Caern somewhere, not here." A pause, and a conspiratorial grin. "And she fancies me."
Brooke looks somewhat surprised by that. "What they do, cut off her hand to teach her not to touch what she shouldn't be touching?" The question is genuine, though it may sound a little sarcastic. "And you're grinning like the cat with the canary. You don't really wanna do that to her, do you?"
"No," KL says, "they did punish her, but not the hand." She shrugs. "And nah, I don't. But..." her voice trails off, a little bit. "I like the feeling of power it gives me, when someone finds me attractive." A shrug. "It beats people crossing over the road to get out of my way, eyeing me like I'm going to steal their money."
Brooke smiles a little at that and then moves to drop down onto the couch and sprawl out into a relaxed position. "Yeah, I can relate to that. For me it's the other angle, I like what I can do to you guys. I like that as strong and ferocious as you all are, there's something I can almost control you with."
"You reckon," KL says, her smile teasing, mocking. "Actually, yeah, that's what I like about you. The male kin, it's like, they just give in instantly. You... I feel I have to win each time." She throws herself into a chair, leaning back comfortably, the fingers of one hand stroking her new coat fondly. "I like that."
Brooke smiles, "Yeah well, that comes from my dad, who was also kin. He always told me we fight differently, but we're not weaker. And your kin do that because they're your kin. I've met some Get kin who are really smokin' tough. For them, I'm like the ultimate taboo heh."
"I didn't make them like that," KL says, a bit sadly. "And I understand why they are, but it doesn't mean that I like it." She screws her mouth up into what might best be described as a "wry grimace". "Difficult for me to change, though. Not the sort of thing you fix by shouting at it."
Brooke laughs and nods, "That's your forte I take it? And yeah, it's just a raw place for male kin, no offense KL. It's just... like expecting a nerdy computer guy to keep up with a woman's lacrosse team. Probably why my ma didn't bother with Fury kin truth be told."
KL continues to look sad. "Yeah, I know." She shakes her head. "Am I weird for wanting someone who's prepared to look me in the eye and shout back at me? Tell me when I'm being a bitch and when I'm wrong? Am I not a proper Fury?"
Brooke shakes her head, "Not weird at all. You're a strong woman KL. You want to know that whoever you love on, is gonna be able to handle you. Not break. Besides, you're a topper. Most Garou are, and I think it turns 'em on when they find someone who gives them a short respite from that position."
"A topper?" KL asks, looking blank. "With me, it's all about struggle, I think. I'm so used to scrapping with people...it's how I get to know them. How I get to find out which of us is over the other. That time." She shrugs. "Anyone who just backs down and lets me win all the time is just boring."
Brooke laughs, "So I've not backed down then in your eyes?" The kin eyes the other in the leather coat, nodding with a pleased expression. "So who cristened the dining table?"
KL laughs. "Nope. I can't get you to back down, it seems. I mean, recognising that I've won a bout is one thing. Not coming back for the next one..." She shakes her head, and looks at the table. "Oh, Dre. He's Mel's half-brother. He's the one I like more of the two male Fury kin. He's emotionally stronger than Alex, but he's still too in to doing what he's told."
Brooke grins widely at the other's first answer, seeming quite pleased with it. "Good." She quirks up an eyebrow and then shakes her head, "You turning into my protege or something? Keep sampling the free samples and all that." A pause follows and she folds her arms loosely across her stomach, "We should go out again soon as the moon thins out."
"I don't see why I should be forced to settle down," the Fury says. "Hey, I only discovered sex was fun a couple of months ago, and I've only got a couple of months before..." she gestures at her belly. "Why shouldn't I play around? It's not like I'm in love with anyone I can do anything with." She shakes her head. "Ancient history, sorry. It's not like I'm in love with anyone."
Brooke looks over curiously. "Oh? Now that's an interesting slip. Am I getting details or no?"
The Fury laughs. "I had a big crush on one of my old packmates - left a while ago. She was great, but... it was impossible." A shrug. "Notwithstanding rule number one." She considers. "Ancient history, as I said. And of course. Go out, or stay in?"
Brooke nods, "Yeah that happens sometimes. Crazy thing about feelings is they never listen to logic. I dunno, bit of both? Maybe we could take a drive out to the coast and get the winter dust off her, then grab a room."
KL blinks and studies the kin. "Yeah," she says. "That sounds cool. I mean, it will be good to get out of here for a while." She stands up. "Given that it looks like the bathroom has eaten the bonegnawer, any chance of a ride into town?"
Brooke nods her head, "Sure babe. C'mon." She stands up and moves to head out, glancing back at the hallway with a little grin.