Time/Date :7th May 2008
Place : The Road to San Fransisco
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.
Now in her early twenties, KL has lost much of the teenage stroppiness that characterised her younger self. It has been replaced by a slower burning, though still as fierce, intensity. She is still on the short side, standing perhaps 5'2" tall in her bare feet, and has a slightly built and slender frame, with a tight musculature that speaks of plentiful exercise. When she moves, she displays a compact grace, poise and balance. Even if she still occasionally slouches.
She has long, mid-brown - uncharitable people would say mousy - hair which she usually wears in a long plait that falls down between her shoulder-blades, secured at the top and the bottom with wide black leather 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. There's something off-putting about her, though - she has an aggressive posture, a tendency to glare at people - particularly people she doesn't know, and an air of barely-restrained violence.
She 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.
Unless obscured by clothing, visible across her throat is a fairly horrendous scar, an angry stripe running from the bottom right corner until it terminates just below her jawline on the left side. More likely to be obscured is the scar in the small of her back, faded and older, but just as horrible.
She is currently wearing a pair of leather pants, so tight that they might have been spray-painted onto her legs, fastened at the waist with a black leather belt with a large buckle. On her upper half she's wearing a black vest top - if her jacket is off, the tattoo on her left arm is clearly visible, and the one on her back partially so. On her feet are a pair of ankle boots, also black, with about two-inch block heels. Over it all, possibly, is a rather snazzy black leather coat, coming down to about mid-thigh, and belted in the middle.
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. She's also wearing a pair of killer Lara Croft-style shades, which go some way to disguising the rampant hostility of her gaze. A bit. Maybe. Finally, in an effort to hide the scar on her throat, she has a dark-blue silk scarf tied around her neck, the ends thrown back over her left shoulder.
The further south they go, the warmer the temps get. Brooke is driving, of course, and has the windows open and the music loud. The car grips the pavement possessively as they make their way down to San Fransisco. "So what's the first thing you want to do down there?"
KL is leaning back, her coat off, bare arms behind her head. She knows better than to put her feet up on the dash of Brooke's pride-and-joy, so she's content to just laze while the kin drives. She looks over towards the other woman, peering over the top of her new shades, and her mouth curves into a grin, one eyebrow arched suggestively.
"I see. Well that can be arranged. We'll grab a motel once we swing into town. I don't have a ton of extra cash right now, so it won't be anything fancy. It too windy for you?" A car full of young men pulls up beside them and looks in with wide grins and appreciation. "Nice car babe. It your boyfriends?" Brooke grins wickedly and laughs, "You think I'd let some guy drive this thing sugar? It's too much for a guy to handle." That offered back, the kin really opens the car up and pulls away from them as if they were standing still.
"I can pay for stuff," KL says, easily. "I mean, nothing particularly flash, but I can afford a motel." She rests an arm on the sill and looks out, the wind blowing in her face. "No. I like to feel that I'm moving," she says, looking back. A thoughtful expression flits across her face. "You know this is going to be difficult, in parts. People don't like me." She shrugs. "So you're going to have to do much of the talking."
"I got ya covered KL. You just sit back and relax. Well, as much as you can anyway. We'll go to the biker bars and the lesbian hotspots. Unless you're looking for something more meaty?" Brooke grins again and then with the other car long gone, slows down a little. "You find even kin give you a wide berth sometimes?"
"Yeah," The Fury says, with a tired nod. "Or they're terrified of me. I think kin have an advantage, in that they know why, so they sort of get over it, eventually. A bit." She shrugs. "I can do something about it, for a short while. Make myself a little more likeable." A thought strikes her, and the grin returns, wider. "Oh, I'm quite an omnivore. Like the taste of meat and seafood."
Brooke turns to look at her with the last statement and then bursts into laughter. "You're sick. God I love that. You're also a woman after my own heart." The road curves as they hug a mountain bypass and the heavy rumble of the car grows louder. Eventually they get to the top and the kin pulls the vehicle into a turn out. "Let's check the view."
As the car stops, KL slides out the door, pushing her shades back up her nose. She walks right up to the edge, looking out over the sea. "I know I'm supposed to love woods and mountains and stuff," she says, quietly. "And I do. But there's something about the sea that talks to me. It's like standing on the edge of the world and looking out. An escape route and a boundary, all at once. And always moving. I like that."
Brooke moves around to stand beside her, leaning back on the car as she stretches her legs. "Yeah, and the sea is a woman. That's gotta be part of it too. Like the sailors would say, all that about the sea being a jealous mistress." A chuckle. "You ever been out on it?"
"When I was small," KL says, somewhat distantly. "We went to Florida for a holiday, went out on a boat." She shakes her head. "Only a day trip. I wanted to be a sailor for weeks. Tried to get my parents to get me a little sailor outfit." She snorts. "Not girly enough for them. Well, I wonder if they'd like what they would see now?"
Brooke smiles, "Eh fuck 'em. We don't live to please our parents. Or be their life replayed. I routinely piss my mother off, so we don't talk. Haven't for a long time." She stands up and moves to the edge to stare down the cliff. Hands rest on the railing and she bends a little, which of course gives any passerbys the view of a hot car and a sweet ass.
"Oh, I do," KL says, then hastily corrects herself. "Well, not like that. But my Father died... two years ago now, I think. And Mum... we just didn't connect, even after he was gone." She sidles next to Brooke on the rail, leaning backwards against it, her plait blowing in the wind. "There are other people who get to judge me, now. And I like them lots more." She sniffs. "I love the smell of the sea, too."
Brooke looks over at her again, grinning a little. "I think it's just in our natures to rebel against mom. Fury women are like that."
"Yeah," the Fury says, noncommittally, and then flicks a glance at the kin, not saying anything, but just smiling for half a second, before turning her attention to the sea. "Rebellion," she says, thoughtfully. "OK. What's absolutely the worst thing you can think of for me to do, this holiday? I'm tribal elder, I'm fostern. This might be my last chance to do something excessive. Dare me."
Brooke looks over at her with a curious glance. "Well there's all kinds of rebellion. Some kinds you can't even toy with. I dunno. I'd say we should both go get drunk, and do some naked bar dancing. That's pretty wild. Also pretty dangerous. You got ink. Could get a piercing? Someplace really hot."
KL grins at the kin. "Not very dangerous, really," she says. "I mean, how dangerous a situation *is* it when you're with someone who could kill everyone in the building before they'd had a chance to go for their gun?" She nods at the suggestion. "OK," she says. "I mean, I was going to get my ears pierced for...well, other reasons." She considers. "Right... if you will too."
Brooke peers at the other, "You want me to get my hooha pierced just because you are? Actually - I'm pretty vanilla when it comes to my body. Call me back asswards, but I just don't like to mess with perfection. You -might- be able to talk me into the belly button, but that's about it." She grins again and then moves toward the car, "Should keep going. And we can debate the piercing deal."
The Fury gets back into the car, with a wistful last look at the sea. "Worth a try," she says, putting her hands back behind her head as the vehicle moves off. "How long do you reckon to San Fran?" There's a weird placidity to her, a sort of lazy calm, that's a little uncharacteristic.
"Another seven or eight hours. If you wanna crash out for a bit, I'm used to driving long hauls. Used to help my dad on the semi routes." She smiles fondly at this and then lowers the music down a bit and rolls up her window for a while. "Besides, if my shit was pierced, it's not like you'd get the benefit from it. Cole and Quentin would."
"Fair point," KL agrees. "And vice versa." She considers this carefully. "I probably shouldn't, you know. Not there. Given what's going to be coming out in the near future." She pats her stomach, then looks at Brooke. "So, will have to be somewhere else." She looks calculating. "Somewhere more pleasing for all my lovers."
"Your tongue." Brooke is quick to offer this suggestion, and a wry grin follows. "You'd have to dedicate it though, because even humans gotta keep that bar in or the tongue heals up too fast. Mmm damn you got me thinking now."
"I don't know what would happen when I shifted," KL allows. "It might be interesting. But yeah, I can dedicate it as part of my clothes, I think." She grins. "Worth a try, anyway." She settles back in her seat, watching the world pass by their window.