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November 09, 2002

.11.09.02. - bitch... interrupted [rune-pack]

[pine barrens, cont'd, some posts missing in fast moving chat madness]

(rune)

to Drums on Skulls, Blood Eagle, Lucian: They will hear her long before they see her, thrashing through the underbrush (even where most of it has been long-since trampled underfoot) and cursing colorfully beneath her breath. If the pack ever needs to sneak up on someone through the woods, it would be best not to send Rune.

Eventually, she just... stops. Lights a colorfully papered cigarette, exhales a thin stream of smoke and waits for her pack to make its way to her, rather than vice versa. With dark falling, it seems the wisest course. Rune could get so easily turned around in even the most shallow wood that they would need to send a search party out to find her.

Not so, the concrete jungle.

(erik)
to Drums on Skulls, Lucian: "Yeah, whatever. I'm gonna track down our naughty ahroun. Later."

(luc)
to Drums on Skulls, Rune: "Dude, I'm gonna wait around here maybe Hop a rail into the city--see if I can smoke out some Retard Named Dire."

And that was basically taht, would Luc fight with Dire? He WAS a Get, then again he was ALSO a galliard. Maybe he's go Opera style and start singing while beating the crap out of him--who knows.

(james)
there's a nod for Erik
there's a nod for Luc

"I'll catch you back in the city.... just be careul, huh? He landed a few good ones on Decker before our naughty Ahroun got the upper hand."

patting his shoulder
he likes the kid
also knows he'll do more smoking than outing
so he's not tooooo worried

"I"m going to go rescue bitch-rhya from the woods."

quirking a grin, and a wink
but the Gnawer moves off
knowing Cochran's are far better woodswear than the heels she's sure to be in
he doesn't need much to find her
he can feel her out here
meandering his way to her chosen clearing

(luc)
to Drums on Skulls, Rune: "Hmmm-Mmmm.. She one sexy-- er rhya."

Yeah. And with that he turns off retracing his steps back to the fire, the camp, the anthro, and the 'Ewww'.

(rune)
to Drums on Skulls, Lucian: ...even if she had not been making one unholy racket, even if the tug of pack were not a certain compass, he would still be able to find her. The acrid scent of her burning cigarette, the other scents, cityfueled, that cling to her after the long drive down the parkway - asphalt and motor oil, carexhaust and the tainted, chemical wind that poured itself through her hair during the long drive (top-down, it had been a gorgeous day by Jersey standards) are as sure a map as he needs, stand out stark against the piney woods as Dire would in Saks Fifth Avenue.

Back slung against a convenient tree, bark biting into the smooth suede coat, she stares up into the treetops, nose wrinkled in doubtful distaste. Why exactly did she come out here?

Heels dig unevenly into the fragrant mix of turf and leafmold, making her uncharacteriscally unsteady. She should have changed shoes, at least. She would have changed shoes, but she didn't think it would be that far really. Dark eyes drift down from the canopy as the tug of pack comes close, and the oh-so-familiar smirk crawls across her lips.

"Come to save the fair maiden, have you, from the fucking maze of the woods?" Pause, beat. Inhale poison, exhale smoke. "...how'd it go?"

(james)
smells like..... home
some sanity amongst all this pine-sol
a bit of a laugh entering her direct vision before she does

"No, I'm sorry, I told Luc I was going to go rescue the bitch-rhya, not some fair maiden.... you wouldn't make me lie to a packmate, would you?"

teased
chided
muscular shoulder finding its way to the tree that pressed up against her back
close enough to drown in the scents that pours from her thick enough to stop his sinuses from burning
(and probably start something else on fire)
though breath chuffs a soft sigh

"I'm not sure. Gabriel's mislead on a lot of things, but nobody can get through to him. Basically ended up that we're still keeping Decker out of his territory, and I'll suppose that eventually means us, too."

(rune)
to Drums on Skulls: "I'd never make you lie to a packmate." Dark eyes flash up, skim over features shadowed in the lowering light, the usual thread of ironic detachment momentarily absent. It returns, of course. It always does. There's a nod in the other direction, some other direction, though Rune isn't sure which direction it may be, as discombobulated as her internal compass is right now.

"Anyway, the fair maiden clearing's thataway." Her voice drops a minor third, and warm, smoketainted breath slipslides through the cooling air, finds it way to his ear. "Ain't no fucking maidens here."

Her body twists sidelong, weight shifting in an attempt at balance as she pulls the more endangered heel from the quicksand of fragrant turf and rotting leaves and whatever the hell else might be down there (eww - another pair of shoes ruined and her budget - such as it is - already shot).

"What the hell does the Fianna think Decker did, anyway?" Muttered, the words, and perhaps a little incredulous.

(james)
the smile spreads slow
that look enters his eyes
hidden in the shadows beneath the trees
hidden in the shadows beneath his brows
but she can see it in the curve of lips, slowly up
lower pulled into his mouth in though
leaning in.... whispering

"Oh? What does get fucked out here, then?"

then shoulders shrug
patches scraping against the bark
another few flakes plummeting to the compost on the forest floor
he really hasn't moved very far away at all

"Not sure, exactly.... disprespecting territory, elders, not respecting those benath him and using Eagle's might to fight unfairly with mortals, not chasing down the fallen Gaian he knew about, brawling on sacred lands..... some of this happened, yes, but not in the way Gabriel's interpreting."

(rune)
to Drums on Skulls: "You know what?" Ohhhhh, dear. That look. That smirking grin. "I don't think I give a fuck about Gabriel."

Inhale, exhale, in the gathered stillness of the wood, in the lowering dusk that settles dark and darker still, deepening the shadows all around. He's close enough to see answer to his slow-spreading smile twist itself across her blood-red mouth. He's close enough to sense the irritation at the strange politicking of the country cousins slip-sliding free of her loose-coiled form. He's close enough to hear the rustle of silk against breathing skin and the crackle of dry leaves breaking beneath her feet as her center of balance shifts and she leans close, closer.

Smooth suede brushes against the curve of bicep, leatherclad hip against thigh; dark hair dances across pale curving cheek and catches against rough bark as she dips her head and leans in closer until her brow is resting against his cheek and her smirking red mouth hovers above his ear.

"Three guesses. One hint." Ashen breath spills coils hot on the hollow beneath his jaw. "It's not a fucking elder."

(james)
that look is lost
hidden beneath falling lids
teeth clamping on lower lip though the smile spreads anyway
molten, scalding, and inherantly wicked

the Ahroun spins
that look - intense, hungry, craving.... daring
deepest umber finds polished mahogany
bark biting into suede
one Garou pinning the other against the tree
raggs against svelt against natural
all equally as strong

brow resting against hers
drowning in her smokey gaze
tempting further touch
daring a kiss
but so gallantly withholding

even he knows how spirits watch

hands slide down her arms til fingers clasp, lock
twine - mindful of the cigarette
limbs stretched
at first to the side, arching her chest against his
then above, wrists resting against the bark
murmuring warmly across blood red red lips

"Well... I am in the bitch-rhya clearing....."

(rune)
to Drums on Skulls: "Biiiiingo," she murmurs, her mouth moving against his in intimation of a kiss, hips arching against his in intimation of so much more. "...and on the first try, too."

The heat of her breath and the low gravel of her voice bely the pedestrian little speech. Her voice is taut as her body beneath his, taut as her arms stretched above them, taut as her fingers twisting in slow opposition to his own, asserting her strength, daring his own.

The sky above them is all but hidden by the fragrant canopy, the woods beyond them lost in shadows and eerily silent to her hearing, which is keen to the rhythms of the city but blind to the sounds of this godforsaken place. Within the cold night, they generate their own heat, which arcs electric from form to strong form.

"There's only one problem: bitch-rhya is spoiled to all hell," she continues, teeth catching hard on his lower lip, releasing to spill a few more heated words upon his mouth. "I don't know how she feels about fucking in the woods."

(james)
hands clench
there's a sound that catches tumbling in his throat to feel teeth clench
and the strength of his body trembles against hers
weight drops, spreads, hips lifting her into their hands held above

and he gives in
letting his mouth find hers
letting the sting of his bruised lip breach the sanctity of the kiss
letting the little temptation explode into infernos
desperate, savage, conquering
out here, the laws are not theirs
out here, this is forbidden
out here, it becomes so much more thrilling

"Does she wish to find out.."

(luc)
to Drums on Skulls, Rune: In that moment a mindlink goes out to his packmatyes closest to him: Help, gonna kill the bitch.

(rune)
to Drums on Skulls: Brushed suede drags soft protest against the crumbling bark of twisted pine, and fragrant needles dislodged by their grappling hands spill heedless over the arching forms. The sharp scent of sap fills the very air. The darkness bleeds quiet life, the wind rises in the canopy above, and somewhere, the stars shine down.

Her control snaps, breaks, shatters against his strength. Somewhere within them, rage calls to rage. Her body rises against the trunk of the unfortunate tree, leatherclad thighs parting by slow degree (ahroun that they are, it is always a battle, the tangle of limbs and the hard sure rhythm of bodies in perfect opposition; she's going to make him fight). Strands of nightblack hair catch and pull in the sticky, oozing sap, tangle and spill across her face and his. Red nails dig into roughened knuckles with enough (still restrained) force to break the skin, some daring little taunt, another thread of opposition, another battleground.

She does not need to answer. She does not need to answer because her can feel her answer in the rumble of response caught in her throat, the words that vibrate and form against his mouth, only to spill unvoiced into the dared (disgraceful, dangerous, devouring) kiss.

In a brief moment of respite, she drags a breath of cool pinescented air, and exhales it back across his mouth hot and sure. She does not need to answer, but the words come anyway, sharp and clear in his mind, bladed as her smile.

What do you think?

(james)
the night becomes their battleground
the tree becomes their castle
forces raging against it in conquest

in their consumption
in their craving
in their desires that rise the most potent dangers of all

but there is pause
before the reply volcanic it's heated depths
the voice, the plea

Eagle's command

there's something in his eyes when they finally see hers once more
apology
anger
Luc wouldn't call for help unless there was really some trouble

but the Gnawer pulls away
turning to run towards their packmate
following the pull that needs no sight to guide it
unminding the trench as it stags to further tatters on branch and bush
racing back to the clearing

(and yes, during all this, Luc went back to Gabe's camp and talked with Nova, who ended up pushing him to brink of frenzy.... now, in our next chapter)

(luc)
Its so soft the Gnawer perhaps doesn't hear it.
"Run Now."

He doesn't have that much Willpower to give ( He's ONLY sixteen) And When he says the look of intense concentration melts away.

Like the slide of flesh and the crackle one bone. Greyed pelt covers bulging muscles and hands become claws in the next moment the DIRE WOLF turns towards her at full speed--and it gives no indication of stopping.

(nova)
((Go in the right place))

Turning back to the fire, just in time to see him barrelling toward her, to scream. Nothing else. He rams into her, sending her flying. She hits a tree, falls to the ground with a thump.

(rune)
The GlassWalker follows swift in the Gnawer's wake. He blazes the trail, and she is hard on his heels, tumbling disoriented through the grasping woods.

Dark eyes still burning scattershot across the unfamiliar terrain, unseeing, betraying only the seeking pull of pack and need that spirals through the heated (and so close to feral) mind.

Predator.

Heels fall from running feet, stretching branches catch against sapstained suede and tangled black hair spills back from the pale face. Bare feet broken and abused by the uncertain ground slap through mud, blown leaves, over fallen limbs and through snaking creekbeds. She falls three times, but scrambles up again so quickly that blinking would make one miss it.

Following the call. Following the strange flaring scent of rage until the pair spill hard into the clearing. She overshoots, nearly runs through the smoldering fire, and has but a moment to take it all in, to react.

React she does. Feet spread wide, the Walker's sure stance is strange in the woods, but the Ahroun's gift rolls off her toward her frenzying packmate.

(dakota and santo)
Screams out in the middle of a forest. That always spoke volumes in movies. It meant that someone had opened the wrong locked door and let the movie badguy out to eat the extras.

Go figure it'd happen now, huh?

Kota and Santo both glance towards the noise and look at each other. They both nod at one another, a silent agreement.

Both shift to lupus running...

A pure white -literally - wolf and a mangy cross-breed with ears that were too large and motled brown fur.

(james)
they didn't really get that far did they
not in any sense of the word
it's not that much longer before the Gnawer explodes into the clearing at full tilt

dire wolf
hmm
not. good.

Nova flailing to smash into tree
not. good.

Walker flailing past almost into the fire
really. not. good.

he does the only thing he can think of
hands clapping together
thunder CRACKS
he'll send them ALL sprawling

"What the HELL are you DOING?!"

(luc)
TRUE fear.

..not the fake kind, the kind that makes you run like a nose without a tissue. Thats the fear that fills the galliard and muscled feral body twists only to stumble in the other direction.

......THUNDERCLAP......

Well, he DID ask for help, right?

(kota and santo)
They felt the wash of use of the thunder clap even outside of the immediate vicnity of the scene, so to speak.

What the hell...? Kota's mental words came upon her packmate with the sound of coyote laughter winging it in the far distance.

This merely caused the two mis-mtaches lupus to run faster, coming stumbling-come-clattering into the campsite.

Stranger, in the middle of a bizzare situation, to say the least.

At least one of the two was a bonegnawer. His lupus form just SHOUTED that.

(nova)
She sits up, winces, then looks at Drums.

"It's okay. He challenged. His loss of control also lost the challenge. I won't hold it against him as long as he leaves this place."

(james)
dark eyes blaze fire from within the frame of tangled dreads
lips pulled back into an angry sneer
hackles raise beneath the tattered trench
there's blood on his hands

one mellow Ahroun is not happy

so much he doesn't even notice the two lupus stumbling into the campsite
attention locked and loaded on the direwolf and the blue-haired girl
he listens to her side
then glance slices towards Luc
the Gnawer voice is seethingly low

"What's your version?"

(rune)
Thunderclap. Sent sprawling sideways, Rune falls (on her ass, baby and graceful, it's not), half-a-second later, she's lifting herself to bare bruised and battered feet, spread hands crunching on falling needles. So much for the manicure. So much for the pedicure.

When she regains her feet, the Ahroun stalks through the clearing and places herself definitively between Lucian and Nova. There's no need for another episode like that. Dark eyes spill over Nova, crawl and burn like corrosive over the Theurge's slight form. The woman's head turns, and she shifts her attention to Luc. The same look - dark and shadowed and sure.

(kita and santo)
The bitch white lupus form and it's counterpart - a mangy mutt of a dog - both shift to homid near the edge of the campsite. Kota, removes her mirrored sunnies from her leather jacket's breast pocket and slides them on before she grabs Santo by the shoulder, spins him around so he is facing her.

Go...

Not a word, outloud, is heard spoken between them. Conversation is kept purely mental for now. No need to provoke the yokels.

Santo nods, stares into the sunnies and fades out of sight, stepping sideways.

Kota then turns back to the gathering, watching the rage bantered around like no one's business, and leans against a tree, crossing her arms.

Just watching, don't mind us...

*luc)
And the (Economy sized, with 175% more wolf!)creature sits there for a stunned moment--n another melting into the teenager once more. Brown shaggy hair touseled and he still breathing hard, it takes a moment to catch his breath.

"She... FUCK! I didn't channge that bitch." Another breath. Stay calm man, stay calm. "She just spouted out some bullshit and wouldn't stop."

(nova)
"Whatever. You forced eye contact. That's a challenge if I ever saw you. Anyway. Sacred space. Pissed off spirits. Gotta do my job and try to make them happy again. And you..."

She looks at Luc.

"Had better talk to ThunderOak. It'll be worse if you don't, cause he'll track you down for defiling his sacred space."

(james)
he takes a moment
to think
to collect
to decide

he's not a Philodox, it is not his place to make judgement nor decision
and for crying out loud he's not ranked high enough to warrant this
but he's raging mad
and frustrated six ways from Sunday
eyes sliding back from Luc, to her

"You know what, Nova? It would surprised me that you provoked him into it. In the middle of Gabriel's camp. Where you know. You KNOW that it is a place for healing because it's your Spider Provoking Ass that needs to heal in it. You're a Theurge of my Tribe but you obviously have learned nothing by it - because Luc knows there's no fighting to be done here but how easy is it to goad a Get, hm? How easy is it to take your pity me angst out on a Get to get another of the Pack you can't join in trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if it was your twisted truth that got Decker into trouble.

So listen up, kid, and listen good.

Stay the fuck out of my city and I won't hold your existance against you. It's a big enough state. Stay away from me. Stay away from my Pack. Get your head out of your ass, learn what it is that Gabriel is trying to teach you and stop disrespecting my Tribe and his honor for taking you under his wing."

the glance sears across his recovering packmate
Let's go.

(kota santo)
Hey, Kota... uh... wanna give a little hand here? A little Summoning Spirits 101, maybe?

The mental comments between pack even comes through now, from the Bonegnawer to his pack alpa as he looks around the Umbra scape, scratching his head.

Dakota, meanwhile, just smirks and lets the poor Gnawer try and figure things out on his own. This real world scene was just far too... amusing... to just step out of.

(gunraven)
Petite.. Jet-black as the Raven's wing... The little shadow lurking about the woodlands, trodding up the heels of her 'mates. Their scents faint but trackable, guiding by the 'Yote's chuckles as words are passed over the totem phone.. though more like fluffy, anime thought balloons in the lupus's head. Yellow-gold eyes pick out the terrain as furry midnight ears perked at the sounds of distant thunder. It was enough motive to make the wolf pick up her paws and runs faster..

(gabe)
Moving out of her sight he pauses to look back, thinking to himself.

~Damnit~

Looking back he carrys himself off in the blink of an eye. Using the gifts of the nature and the gifts of the world he's been part of his whole exsistance he stops just shy of the camp, hearing the words of the Gnawer he sits in the dark and watches/listens.

(nova)
Seh shrugs slightly at Drums' speech.

"Fine. Don't help us build a future. And if you want me to stay away from your pack, keep your pack away from me. I didn't make him come here."

(rune)
Rune draws in a breath, long and slow and deep. Inhale cold night air, exhale the rage coiled dark and black in her gut. Viscious dark eyes slant away from Luc and return to the blue-haired girl, then slide to her packmates.

The silent invitation, echoed back at them. Luc. Walk away.

"What do you know of the future? What the hell do you know of the war? Are you a Theurge, to soothe spirits in the woods, or are you a Philodox, to judge the actions of another and decide whether a challenge has been made, or accept? Or are you merely a little fool, hiding behind another's shadow, provoking whomsoever you wish and then leaping back behind the shadow and your illusions of a future in the middle of the fucking woods?

"Jesus Christ. Luc. Walk. Away."

(nova)
She looks at Luc again.

"You know, it's sad that some people have no hope for what could be."

She stands, painfully.

(gabe)
Watching he folds his arms across his chest as his body falls back into the support of a large shadowing Elm. Every word, every emotion, he sees it, he hears it.

Silent as the wind, near invisable to the world around him... just watching.

(kota)
Watching he folds his arms across his chest as his body falls back into the support of a large shadowing Elm. Every word, every emotion, he sees it, he hears it.

Silent as the wind, near invisable to the world around him... just watching.

(rune)
"Luc.

Go."

Rune remains between them, still protecting the Theurge bodily. If Luc rages, it will be her pale, pampered hide he rends first. His claws will sink into her back. Nova has to strain to look at the slouching Get, she has to look around the tall, tattered glory of the sleek GlassWalker Ahroun standing before her, she has to seek the confrontation she seems to want to provoke.

Rune stands there, remains there until Luc has walked away, or until James snatches him bodily away.

"James. Get him. The Fuck. Outta here. I'm not moving until he's gone."

(james)
"LUC!"

the glare snaps back
don't push it, boy

"No you didn't, Nova. Gabriel requested to speak with us. And it is Gabriel that will make the call of whether or not we will be invited back here. It is Gabriel that will make the request for our help to build whatever future it is he is planning on building. Not you. I won't throat you in HIS sacred place. If I ever catch you in the city or my territory again, you won't get a second chance."

some may think he's picking on the weaker
Gnawers know women and men are equals
if she opens her mouth, she can bear full responsibility
that is when he turns
if Luc hasn't moved by now, he's grabbing collar and hauling

a bit of a brow lifting at Kota
hello there, when did you arrive?
but he's not taking the chances anymore
time to leave
Gabriel should be angry enough as it is

(nova)
"I'm a Bone Gnawer. It would be stupid of me to think I could speak for him, or anyone else. I know I can't kick anyone out of here permenantly. I don't need told that I have no authority."

(michael donnely)
That much noise is bound to draw attention - especially from someone who's been looking for this sort of noise for days now. The sort of noise that has GAROU written all over it.

And he? Has just hit. The mother lode.

The big man, husky, none too graceful and well over six feet, thumps up behind Gabriel (he had the look of the old clans...er, Tribe...)and clears his throat to garner attention. Affably, "Busy night, eh?"

(gabe)
"Could say that..."

He stands as the man moves near him, still against the tree, listening to the others in his camp. The words of Drums' spoken well and true. The rash word of youth and ignorance by others, the protests and posturing, yet he stood.

"And ye might be?"

Finally looking to the man who had approached him.

(kota)
When Drum lifts a brow in Dakota's direction, she unfolds one arm and finger waves with a grin.

(kota)
We got us a bonegnawer or two, babe. The girl and I'm assuming dread-boy that's walkin' out.

Her words, transfered via Totem Phone, as Gunraven so delicately put it, catches Santo's attention.

Santo had been drumming on a tree, attempting to wake the sleeping spirit.

Can I come out now? is his only request.

To the eyes, all she does is nod, but via spirit phone she replies... Go for it, honeysuckle.

And no few moments later, Santo is sliding back out of the Umbra near Kota, so to speak.

(james)
there's a grin at Kota
but it's not until they're a LONG way off does he stop
turning back to Luc

"Y'allright?"

for all her mystical magickal theurgeness
Nova's pretty damned obvious

(rune)
Arms crossed, Rune remains still as James and Luc walk away. She just stands there, staring at the young Theurge, still running her mouth.

The woman's hair is black as a raven's wing, but where the firelight catches it, it sheens the color of spilled blood. Her skin is pale as the moon's light, and her lips are painted red as anything. The clothes (tattered and battered after her headlong flight through the woods) scream quality.

"You about done?" Dark brows arch above acid eyes. She can feel her packmates' retreat more than see it, but none of the tension bleeds out of her tall form.

(luc)
Teeth were gritting the entire time and finally when he's a good distance away he exhales spitting again. (Damn, bitch MADE me bite my tongue!) He grunts under his breath fishing around for a pack of ciggarettes, and finally finding his Malboros he sparks one up and offers'em to James.

"..fine."

(nova)
She grabs a piece of wood and dumps it in the fire, then looks at Rune.

"Depends. Are you guys done attacking me?"

(kota)
"Much as I love ya'll Gnawer's cute fuzzy butts, you're pressing you're luck, sweetie-pie, picking it with a Get."

She breaks from the mental bantering with her packmates, speaking to Nova from where she was still leaning against the tree, arms crossed, next to Santo.

"You gotta know by now they have that whole angst-schtick about 'em"

(james)
what the hell
he reaches to take one
he'd rather it be a joint
but he's fresh out
sighing through a long exhale

"Don't blame you, I've wanted to smack her for a long time. She looked funny all flailing through the air."

he can't help the light chuckle
channel the Rage
breeaaathhhh it all out
(off with you, fly away now)

but he doesn't want to move too far off
else it risks leaving Luc alone again to go wave bitch-rhya from the forest

(rune)
"Did you bother to notice that my packmate and I saved your scrawny ass?" The words are strangely laconic, sketched soft across the night sky. The fire pops, the piney wood crackles and hisses its protest, sap oozing darkly into the fire. "Or were you too busy feeling like a martyr to figure that out?"

(nova)
"Yeah. Noticed that. Thanks and all. But frankly, words hurt worse."

(kota)
Both Kota and Santo look up and sniff the air simultaneously. A glance to one another. Someone was smoking. A grin passed between the two of them, since talking to Nova at the moment seemed pretty pointless. She was too busy waxing philosophical with Rune.

Kota pushes off the tree and as a pair, the two of them start heading towards the smell of the cigarette smoke on the air.

(luc)
"YOU just have some bad luck. All the folks I met semmed awright cept' her"

Its the contempt laden in that last word, it makes the skin crawl. The buzz of incects over feces didn't sound WORSE that the last syllable of his sentence. Lucian DID NOT like losing his cool.

Of course, Luc didn't deal well with pretension.

(kota)
While walking Kota fishes a pack of cigarette's in a pack pack out of her leather longcoat, tapping the bottom till one slides out and lights it, offering the pack to Santo. Like the pack itself, the paper of the cigarettes were black. The brand name just read "DEATH".

They walk up behind Lucian and Drums, catching the last of Lucian's comments.

(james)
"I'm a Gnawer, of course I have bad luck..... I've just learned to deal with it and roll with the punches rather than attempt being a martyr like some of my unfortunate tribesmates."

if there was ever a look of eternal suffering

"If she would just stake herself up on a tree and get it over with it would be a lot less painful for all involved, ya think?"

his head shaking
dreads tumbling
(can they ever have a few hours peace without something or someone interrupting?)
he understands how Luc feels about pretention
there's sympathy in his smile
why do you think he hates Lords so much?
turning at the crack of twigs to announce the other two arriving

"Well hello again...."

to Kota, Santo gets a lifted brow

"Fireworks show die down back there?"

(rune)
Oh. My.

She's... laughing. Strange how it bubbles up through the controlled knot of rage sunk low in her gut. Strange how it twists her shoulders and spills from her the curving red smirk between pale savage hands that try to restrain it.

Bare feet pivot in the soft, damp earth, the surety of strength tears through the top layer and sketched leaves, releasing more of the musty smell. Rune's shoulders are still shaking with amusement as she turns and just. walks. away.

And the laughter precedes her as she follows blindly the path sketched by her packmates, sensing their presence rather than tracking their passage.

(nova)
She shows no reaction to Rune's laughter, but is happy when the lady leaves. She just sighs and goes back to tending the fire, making food, anything to keep herself busy, and her mind off her aching back.

(kota)
"Just a bitta banterin' n' the like, sugar. Nothin' worth wasting good time watching."

She winks at Drums with a goodnatured smile. She was an albino decked out like a Goth in the middle of the woods with a guy that looked Latino, wearing a trenchie that was... well, it could be brown, could be gray... it was a little hard to tell under all the dirt.

(luc)
And the goth gets his attention. (Mmm somma' dat' PALE lovin.) His lips twitch briefly as he takes another slow drag of the ciggarette--

"I'll start shapening the spikes.."

Oh but his eyes are glued's to the Goth's breasts.

"..nothin' wrong wit' some banter."

(put Voice of the Midnight Shadow's arrival here)

(james)
Rune and Nova?
Bantering?
That oughta be rich

a hand runs back through his dreads
it's been a night
rebar drumsticks in the sling over his shoulder clanking with the movement
easy smile finally finding its way back to his features

"Sorry I wasn't up for introductions earlier... name's James. Loverboy here" yea, he knows where Luc is looking "is Lucian, my packmate."

(kota)
She drapes an arm around both her packmate's shoulders, grinning affably at Drums and when she notes Lucian staring blatantly at her breasts - which are quite easy to see, being that she was wearing a mesh top with only a push-up bra underneath for modesty's sake - she wiggles her eyebrows at the younger Garou and winks.

She looks back at Drums, although it is kinda hard to tell where she is looking, being that she was wearing mirrored sunnies.

"Name's Dakota, baby. This is Santo," She nods her head to Santo on one side and then nods breifly at Voice, "N' that's Jimmy. They're my packboys." A wicked grin.
(kota)
Santo leans down and looks at Jimmy's socks.

"Nice socks, rockstar."

(voice)
Now, with what he was wearing. No one ever said it was clean... His sneakers were about to die a very horrible smelly death by the looks of things.

He look at Santo, speaking.

"Thanks, man, Toni got 'em for me after we Rocked the Kasbar."

(rune)
Long pale fingers slip through dark swinging hair, barred from further movement by several large, sticky gobs of clinging sap. Bare feet slap painfully against the damp, crackling ground, and the laughter dies away as she gets closer to her packmates and the knot of strangers.

The light is uncertain, but it's easy enough to pick them out, and the albino in particular stands out starkly against the dark night beyond. Circling the group, she sidles up between James and Lucian, offering a brief nod to the rest and dropping a comforting hand on Luc's shoulder.

(james)
"Dakota Baby, huh?"

grinned
easy enough to remember
especially for Luc
.... if he'd ever look at her face

nodding to each of her boys in turn
grin widening at the Clash reference

"Rune here is one of ours, too, we hold territory up Northside.... where are y'all from?"

y'all?
you are definitely hanging around Decker too much, James.

(luc)
He blinks as she waggles her brows and coughs, nearly drops his ciggarette and hifting from foot to foot looks back at James. (...did you see that? I wasn't imagining that was I?) Oh, the things that can be conveyed b y a moon-singers. He straightens to the full 6'4 height the gangly length of his form, and then realizing how much taller his is than everyone else--slouched down down again with another drag.

"Ya'll don't live in the country do you?"

(One step away from, 'Whats yer number bay-Bee?')

(kota)
"We're touring, honey. Passin' through and all that. Ain't got a formal home. Gotta couple of gigs down in Jersey City in a coupla days." Dakota grins at Lucian's shifting from foot to foot and only grins more, winking at the kid again before she continues to speak.

"We're Urrah, sweetie. But Santo here wanted to come out and commune and stuff. Dance naked under the moon and make some sweet lovin' to the trees or whatever the hell the yokels are into."

(voice)
"The open road I call my home, until I die, her back I'll roam."

Go the Galliard. He then looks to Dakota and mutters.

"Yeah, we're touring Jersey."

(kota)
Santo spots the Rebars on Drums' back and grins.

"Nice sticks, man. You play?"

Ah, warriors of Gaia, the Masters of Small Talk.

(james)
there's a grin
Yea Luc, I saw it... saw THAT too...
he can't help the amusement at Kota's demeanor
poor young Skald wants so much
and when he gets? insta-shy....
it's cute
but he'd never say it
out loud anyway
he remembers when he was that age

course, now that Rune's here
he begins leading the conversation back towards the road
pine-sol is giving him a headache

"Born and raised Albany, I wouldn't know what they do out there..."

and the grin flashes to Santo

"Yea.... Momma Ruggs taught me and it's been a love affair since."

it it weren't for the reference right there
the Gnawer glyph in the patches of his trench would give it away

(luc)
Okay, Luc?
..he's turned bRIGHT beet red.

And seems to chuckle at nothing in particular. "Fuck!" And almost burns himself on that damn ciggarette even as he reaches for another one sparking it shakily even as he flashes a grin at Rune ('s ass.) Lips twitching still.

"And thanks for bailing my ass out, back there guys."

Is he talking to Rune's butt? No his eyes actually manage to find the faces of his packmates--sincere.

(james)
(adds)

a hand reaches over, settling on Luc's shoulder a moment
hey, that's what pack is for
you just had terrible timing, boy

(santo)
Santo grins, for lack of anything else, as the trio of Howls follow the other pack.

"You should come jam with us, man."

(rune)
"Stand up straight," Rune murmurs to Lucian, nudging him up with an errant shoulder as she falls into step beside with the rest. The heat of battle (or almost-battle, or just plain annoyance) is wearing off, and her bleeding feet are beginning to sting. Who knows where the shoes went? She searches through the pocket of her suede coat, now scuffed and stained and torn, and shakes a few more pine needles from her hair. "Don't mention it. Just don't come back here unless you're gonna go out and search for my lost shoes."

The flash of a grin encompasses both packmates, before sliding back into a smirk. Bad timing, indeed.

As they walk, she offers brief nods of acknowledgment to the other Garou, the pack of urrah also wandering the woods, but doesn't say much, doesn't say anything at all.

It's been a long night. Rune needs a shower.

(kota)
Dakota, on the other hand, is till grinning, but she is checking out body parts about as openly as Lucian was. Rune definately had a peachy-keen behind and the boys weren't bad either. For a Bonegnawer and a Get. Her arms were still slung over her packmates, one on either side of her, as she guides him.

In the lull that follows Santo starts singing to himself the opening lines of In the Jungle

(voice)
He notices Rune's feet and being the affable type that he is...

"You wanna borrow my shoes?"

(james)
another, easy, relaxed (ha!) grin

"I'd love to.... where'd I reach you when you're up North?"

it's not long
or at least it doesn't seem as long as Rune's tredge into the forest
he's got them nearing the road again
not like his sense of direciton out here is any better
he's just following her scent and inward trail
backwards

(voice)
He then breaks into song with Santo on cue, wailing rock-star style...

"In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight..."

Go the Galliard.

(luc)
And successfully sparked and inhaled. He stays tearfully close to Rune, not in a sexual way almost as if he's not quite sure what to do with himself. But see that perma-grin?--it don't come off. He straighten as Rune points out nearly missing a low branch as he does.

Did he HAVE to be so FREAKISHLY tall--geez.

(rune)
There's a brief glance cast over a lowering shoulder, sweeping over VotMS's shoes. Some small, suppressed little smirk plays across her lips. "No thanks. Doubt they'd fit, and it shouldn't be much farther."

Hopefully. If James knew what he was doing. She's too turned around to navigate.

"You know how to drive stick, Luc?"

(luc)
"Course.."

Note she didn't ASK if he HAD a license. And the information isn't supplied. A nervous tongue slides over his lips as the tall (Tall. Taller than a man, Like Ares he strides--Raise high the roofbeams Carpenters.)boy mananes to look behind him at the pale girl--nah it HAD to be in his head.

Yeah.

(kota)
"Ya'll wanna grab a drink or somethin'? Do a lil' schmoozing between packs n' all?" Kota offers over the bawling of her packmates.

(voice)
He saw what Kota said, more than heard and stops singing, eyes widened.

"Smooching? There's gonna be smooching?"

He belts out the first few lines of "I Kissed a Girl", flashing a shit-eating grin to Dakota.

(luc)
To that he faces -dead- forward.

Strae straight ahead, she can't tell what your thinking. (Stop thinking about--)Ugh it was almost painful the way the tall boy just stared straight ahead, smoking the THIRD ciggarette as if he were a soldier in the war.

Oh yeah, he IS a soldier in war--isn't he?

(kota)
Santo, who was still going along with In The Jungle, slowly fades out, looking confused.

"Awim Away... Awim... uh... what the fuck?" He stares at Jimmy.

(rune)
"Good. If I let you drive my car, are you gonna wreck it?" She snatches the cigarette from his hand, and takes a good long draw herself before handing it back. Strange, to be so dwarfed by a gangling 16-year-old. He almost makes her feel small. "Cos if you wreck it, I'm gonna hafta kill you."

They're coming abreast of the road now, Rune's Beemer gleaming on the shoulder a hundred yards south. As she climbs the berm and gains the crumbling blacktop, she turns and flashes Dakota a grin. "I'm going to hafta take a raincheck. I'm a fucking mess, and there's no way I'm going to appear anywhere in public looking like this."

(kota)
She looks at Rune's feet and shrugs a little.

"We got beers back at the pad if ya don't mind slumming it with us. Ya'll wouldn't be the group packin' it with Decker 'n' Dire, would ya?"

(james)

there's a bit of a flashed grin
he'll follow his Beta
onto the road, and home

Luc has choice of where to go

oooooh but that grin hardens, a bit

"Decker's pack... Dire is not"

(luc)
"Rune.. If there's a scratch--" A thoughtful pause. "..there won't be."

And He's grinning, a Beamer, a 16 year old and a hot albino woman givin him the eye.. oh yes--tonight is HIS night.

(kota)
"Guessin' you have a beef with the punk, as well?"

And boy did she not like Dire. She was the friendly sort, save to those who thought she would find it amusing to have a complete stranger rip out her eyebrow piercing like it was amusing or some shit.

(james)
there's a bit of a chuckle

"You can consider it a beef, I guess..... the punk isn't welcome in our territory."

we'll just glean over why

(rue)
"I got no problem with slumming," she smirks, attempting, once more, to slideshake long lean fingers through sap-anointed black hair. "...but I do have a problem with not getting shower sometime in the next hour."

Hands slide smooth over leatherclad hips. It's true: she's a mess. She's not just a mess. She's a freakin' mess. Lipstick smeared, tumbled hair filthy with sap and leaves and little bits of sticky bark, feet ooozing mud between toes with every step on the asphalt.

(kota
"Normally, I wouldn't consider myself a vengeneful kinda person, ya know, but when a snot-nosed kid comes up and rips out a piercing as a how-ya-goin', I figure... what the hell." A shrugs of her shoulders as she lifts a hand to finer-wave at Gunraven, the petite japenese girl looking some manga-ish out here in the middle of the boonies.

(voices)
"We got showers at the trailor park, miss... Miss... uh... what's your name, anyway?"

Oh you smooth talker you...

(rune)
"Rune," she offers her name. If they glance up to the license plate on the metallic purple Beemer, they'll see it there, too. R U NE1. Jersey tags, now, not California like they were, but some things never change.

(kota)
On the bonnet of the Beemer something seems to materialize out of thing air, running around the car with utmost enthusiasm. Like a child on red-cordial, even.

What the hell was a Pattern Spider doing out here in the boonies, ya gotta ask yourself?

(james)
that grin moves into sneer

"Dire has an.... interesting way of making friends. Makes more enemies from what I've seen."

then he looks to his packmate

"I've got some stuff in the city to deal with, Luc, you wanna hang with them I can drive Rune back."

(luc)
Quietly watching (see how insiduiously) he manuevers closer to Kota. ( Cuz the 6'4 white guy is REAL hard to spot.) Just a step or two, looks around another step and then..

(Ooo.. boobies.)
Freeze.

(voice)
intro

(luc)
"Uh.."

At the thought of being left ALONE he shakes his head vehemently. He says nothing, pulling out another stop and lighting it..

Damn, chain smoking now?

(kota)
Santo looks at Gunraven's bike and then looks at Dakota, a little pale at the thought of hitching a lift with either of his female packmates. They were not road-rule friendly people. They took the speed limits as suggestions, not laws.

Dakota tightens a hand on Jimmy's neck.

"You ain't walking back, boy." She knows, given a choice, Jimmy would walk everywhere.

"You coming with us, Lucian sweetie?" She flashes a mischevious grin at the lanky youth, wiggling her eyebrows.

(voice)
"See! Five people, two bikes. Someone's gonna hafta walk... so why I don't just start now?"

He didn't want to ride with either of his packmates either, by the look of it.

(luc)
"Anywhere you go.."

The words come out of his mouth before he has a minute to think about it--does it matter that his eyes are directed at the shifting weave of fishnet over cleavage? (Wait did he speak?) and he nods a moment afterwards as if agreeing with his earlier words..

Baby you so fine--I'd drink your bathwater. Could catch a fish without a hook--wanna put yuo on a plate and sop your pale self up with some bread...

MmmmmHmmm.

(rune)
"Pleasure's mine," Rune replies, in an easy SoCal drawl. The two-seater's Beemer's top is down, and if the three of them have to squeeze into it, it'll be a cold ride home. Rune slipslides an affectionate hand along the curves of the car, waiting for Lucian to decide.

There it is. And - of course - that's when Rune notices the pattern spider skittering across her Beemer. Her hand breaks contact with the car, and she takes a step (or three) back, suprised to see such a creature all the way out here.

"...the fuck?"

(james)
he's.... amused greatly by this
but as Rune jumps back
she bumps into him
and then he whirls

and a...

.... spider?
VIOLATING
Rune's Beemer

pick your jaw up off the ground James, that's rude.

(kota)
She lets her 'boys' go and sidles up to Lucian, flashing him a black-lipsticked grin and with him slouching, she can wrap an arm wound the kid's shoulders.

"We'll take care of you, kid."

She notices everyone stop and looks over at the Beemer, raising an eyebrow at the actions the Spider is taking with teh Beemer. Something was in loooooove, it seemed.

"Widget, get your fuckin' ass off the Beemer already."

The Spider stops mid stroke of the Beemer's shiny hood and skitters around when it hears Dakota's voice... It skitters back a little, wiggles it "ass" (who knew what passed for an ass on these things?) and taking a running leap it launched itself into the air... straight for Gunraven's Ninja.

Only to fall short. Splat. A couple of legs twitch. That had to hurt.

(voice)
Since Widget seems to have grabbed everyone's attention, he slowly starts to back away...

He casually makes his way down the road, now that Kota hasn't got a grip on him.

Maybe if he's lucky he'll be out of sight by the time Dakota notices he is missing.

(kota)
Santo wanders over to Gunraven to stand next to his packmate, now that Dakota has released him from the group 'hug'.

"Goin' for beers. You in, chica?"

Can I ride with you, Kota jubblies have a new fan... comes on the heals of the verbal speech, carried with Coyote's laughter and his own.

(rune)
Startled would not even begin to describe Rune's reaction. She grabs James' shoulder for leverage and takes another two steps back. It's then that the spider leaps off the car and goes splat on the pavement. Dark eyes widen, and red lips twist into a strange bemused smirk.

"Christ." Hands dive into her pockets and fish out the keys. She tosses them to James, not willing to drive the stickshift with bare, bruised feet. The faint grin flashes, still laced with discomfort. Pattern spider following someone around like a pet? That's just... weird. "Please tell me you can drive a stick?"

(luc)
And now he nervous.

What did he get himself into? Exactly (his first instict being to kill the thing..) And that it kinda jumped at hurt itself both brows push together in a facial expression of confusion. ( She's touching my shoulder--she SO wants me) And distrated utterly as a sweaty hand creeps around to settle, on what he suspects is RATHER pale, rounded rear.

(james)
he just.... stares
yep
stares

blinking as the keys jangle
snatching them out of the air
and flashing a grin

".... sorta."

once.
it's not the paint she has to worry about
it may be the transmission

(kota)
"Just tell me where to put my hands, babe." Santo breaks into a spanish dance, winking at Gunraven.

Dakota, being a tease and not above milking everything for all it's worth with a kid like Lucian, wiggles her ass a little against Luc's hand and flashes him another mischeivous grin.

Widget, the pattern spider, pulls itself off it's crash-splat position and stumbles like a drunken-lout, shaking itself and meandering towards the Ninja.

(kota)
"I think he's eyein' the muffler." Santo snickers in reply to Gunraven's distress. If nothing else, it was sometimes amusing to watch Widget at work. So long as it he wasn't trying to weave the band gear, that is.

"Whoa... what is he doin' to the fuel tank!"

(luc)
Its a shuddered breath as she wiggles her rear, and Luc just closes his eyes. (Oh man. Oh man. Oh man.) Will he ever get home will he be taken by wild amazons and be forced to assuage thier sexual urges? Will he come back dressed in leater with a long whip and cuff?

Stay tuned.

(rune)
"Oh," there's... doubt in her widened eyes, and they flash possessively over the beloved Beemer. "...well, maybe I should drive?"

Dark brows rise in query, but briefly. She's already circling to the passenger's side, long gait made not-quite-but-almost mincing by the stinging soles of her abused feet. The door swings open, but she pauses to dust off her rear (vigorously) before sliding in, not wanting to stain the freshly re-upholstered interior.

"I think I learned something tonight, James," she continues, finally sliding into the passenger's side. "Never again will I wear heels in the fucking woods."

(kota)
She links an arm through Lucian's, raising an eyebrow invitingly.

"You can ride with me, cutie."

She flashes Gunrave a grin and shrugs a shoulder, but she whistles over her shoulder and Widget's... uh... head?... lifts up and he launches off the bike, dissipating in mid air.

"Better, babe?"

(james)
spiders raping beemers and ninjas
is tentacle sex next?
he doesn't even want to think about it

tossing a wave over his shoulder
for.... everyone... really

"Luc, get a contact for me so I can jam.... night"

sliding into the driver's seat
sticks tossed into what there is of the back
this should be interesting
hands wrap carefully over the wheel
chuckling softly

"Probably a good thing to know, Rune."

the engine roars
and while his shifting may be a little rough
she doesn't have to worry about the paint

Posted by james at November 09, 2002 12:00 AM