December 18, 2002.12.18.02. - untitled [eliza-erik-decker-others][pine barrens]
(james)
hard work is a great way to blow off the growing Rage
and it's been growing
unlike his packmate, he hasn't had any stressful situations to channel it into
so he's been using the other alternative
just keeping it mellow, keeping it cool
sense of humors do a wonderful thing for Full Moons
at least one like the Gnawer
so he had spent the better part of the day helping Phil and Clyde with the stacksin return, he's now in the combi-van with Clyde
chatting about this and that on the ride out to the Barrens
a direction given here and there to navigate the roads towards the kin's house
then as gravel crunches beneath the wide tires at the top of the driveway
he gathers up the Jansport pack
door shutting with a solid thunk"Thanks man, take it easy tonight."
knocking on the metal siding in farewell
that's when he turns and strolls down the remaining drive
a brow lifting at the new plywood decorations
..... what the hell?(eliza)
The winter wind was chill and chaffing against the skin, howling mournfully through the trees at the most inopportune times, catching against the skin and dragging the moisture away with it.Lights were on throughout the house (all the better to see you by, my child...), but the front door was open and a truck was parked out front, already laden with several boxes in the tray.
Curious and curiouser...
(james)
well, with the truck
the plywood did make sense
or maybe it was the other way aroundboots thunk on the steps
then across the porch
knuckles lifting to tap on the open door"Eliza? Mae?"
(dire)
*He exits the glorified shack in the back yard and streches. Dressed as normal, Steel toed combat boots, jeans, Flannel, this one blue, under the Leather jacket two sizes too large. He pulls the neon green toboggan cap over his head and scraches an ear. Pup was sleepin' good deal. He casually picks up Bubba and hangs it inside the coat. The pry end still sticks out the bottom of the coat two sizes too large on the 6'3" skald. He sniffs the air and heads for the big house. Ohhhh lights. Ms Eliza must be back*(eliza)
Mae was standing in the living room, heavy sweaters making her older figure more round, more plump, more... doughy. Just what you'd expect from a mother that had already raised a litter of her own kids and seen them off through college for an education to better help the Furry Cousins. She was wrapping a few delicate items in newspaper, pausing before she stowed another item into one of the boxes on the dining table. Her lips pursed into a thin line, eyes flicking towards the hallway and then back to James."Come in, James."
She wasn't going to hold anything against James ... at least, not until James ran away screaming that he wasn't going to wear what she had waiting for him (James always got presents, it seemed).
(james)
his brow furrows, looking around
Jansport pack dropped and settled in the place claimed as his beside the door
for some reason
he's a little hesitant coming in
(would YOU dare approach a matriarch with that purse on her lips?)
there's still the friendly smile, though
he likes the older woman
even if she wants to lop off his dreads"What... happened?"
(dire)
*he hops up on the back deck. Quite the agile lanky Skald he is. Looking both left and right he gently knocks on the door. Sniffing the air for smells of cooking*
(eliza)
Mae, the matron nanny that was also Eliza's only support raising Lila and Jonathan, put her hands on her rather well endowed hips (hands curled into fists) and snorted."Testosterone."
The living room wall around the fireplace was scorched black in patches and partial fragments of rugs and other small items had gone to a place where there would be no resurrection for them.
(james)
his brows lift a bit
something clicks
and the Gnawer nods, slowly
testosterone, right
his sense of smell puts everything else together
at least what he canmake out over the pine-sol and acrid burn"Want any help?"
dark eyes flicking towards the knock on the back porch
(eliza)
Mae waves a hand to several already packed storage boxes with one hand as she returns to wrapping several more of the more valuable household items in newspaper, carefully stowing them away."You can help lift the heavier boxes, if you like... Eliza is in her office going through her supplies, if you came to see her."
(erik)
And finally...Finally
Crunching down the pavement, comes the alpha. Decker's boss. Absentee father. Deadbeat dad.
He looks up at the ruin of the house and thinks... Yep, this -must- be the place.
(james)
he came to see all of them, truthfully
that plan to keep it mellow, keep it cool
and he's not quite sure if it's gone out the window, yet
but physical labor is still a great way to channel
(damn. swollen. moon.)"I'll get the boxes first.... make room for you to sort out others."
so with a nod, he walks over
and it's a rather quiet procession
but the heavy (okay, all) the boxes are moved into the truck outside
they treated him well
he doesn't mind a little lifting and stacking
like he told Jael, hospitality goes a long wayafter the last box has been settled into the truck bed
the Gnawer walks back in
peeling those "gloves" from his hands and shoving them into a convenient pocket"When you've packed more, I'll move 'em out, too."
that's about when he hears the crunching on the gravel outside
getting that itchy pack feeling right between his shoulderblades
(uh oh, dad's comin')(eliza)
Someone (Decker) had obviously tried to improve the gaping hole in the front wall (near the door) with several large sheets of plywood. The front door stood open, the lights were on and illuminating the porch and living room (signs of life) and the faint sounds of life (and voices) spilled from within.Mae continued with her packing steadily, her lips pursed as if she was stopping herself from making any form of unwanted commentary: she knew what had happened (witness) and perhaps she knew more from proceeding nights. She wasn't about to say anything, however, because she knew full well the state of the moon and the state of Fuzzy tempers during their 'time of the month' ...
Soft bootfall from the hallway as Eliza emerged, a small wooden chest in her arms which she placed on the dining table beside the others.
A pause. Her tilting slowly to one side. The smell. The feeling... musles tightening alone her shoulders as she stood slowly straighter for a pregnant moment. Pause. A slight tip of relaxation. It hadn't what she'd thought...
"James."
(erik)
He glares angrily at the house. Truth be told, his ruined face couldn't do -anything- but glare angrily. Scarred. Outside and in.But now... Now... His face sets, gives new meaning to his perpetual anger. Yet a smal sigh escapes him. He can only guess at the carnage this has caused.
Stinkin fianna...
He just stands out there, now on the property, mere feet from the door. James'll come out. Eventually.
(james)
while he's in better control that others
it's still obvious this is his time of the month
there's that underlying ebb and swell of Rage that's slowly growing to match the moon above
and while the old matron bites her tongue
he's trying to not do anything to instigate a lashing, eitherthat's the funny thing about Gnawers
they treat kin and Garou alike
he's just as wary of a mother's tongue as he is a PMS'd Garou's claws
looking up with a grin that's seen as well as heard"Hey Eliza..."
and while he'd chitchat a little more in salutation
he can feel his Alpha behind him
a glance to Mae
and weight shifts to turn back around
dreadlocked head poking out the door"Erik."
(erik)
"Heya kid... 's a fuckin mess."He steps up onto the porch.
(eliza)
Eliza absently reaches up and rubs one of her upperarms slowly (agitation) before seeming to have the action dawn upon her and drops the hand. Mae, watching James and Eliza with a long-term mother's scrutiny, only frowns deeper and with a click of her tongue that sounded much like a repirmanding "tsk" she sets about packing again.Eliza, dressed appropriately for the task of packing in a cold house, carefully picks her way around the dining room table, hands out to either side and brushing along the top of the furniture she passes and boots nudging anything that gets in her way. The living room floor was still, as to be expected, a mess. The hadn't come back to clean, but to pack away the valuables that couldn't be easily replaced (sentimental value). Across the living room to James, mostly out of view, to lean against the wall beside the door (you should be paranoid about walls: you never know when a monster might come through one). She crosses her arms, fingers massaging corresponding upper arms unconsciously (agitation.residual.pain)and leans there, listening (but obviously not watching).
(james)
there's a soft chuckle from the Gnawer"It's even prettier inside."
the grin is a little tight
but dreads shake as his head nods back towards the inside
C'mon in
and he turns towards Eliza just inside"Eliza... Mae... this is my Alpha Erik."
his hand reaches out, a light touch on Eliza's elbow
a subtle direction for her to where, exactly, the Rotagar is and will be once stepping inside
said in that "I didn't bring him here but here he is" sorta way
whatever it is he came for, himself, is set aside
the Omega deferrence is obvious(eliza)
Mae put the last of the wrapped items into antoher box and without much scrutiny of the situation, even after all that had happened, she turns towards the kitchen with a comment passed back over her ample shoulder."I'll get some drinks."
Even now, the hospitality was there, even if the house (and certain occupants) was much cooler than was usual.
Eliza, meanwhile, pushed herself from her lean against the undamaged portion of wall beside the door and stepped further into the room... no need to get too close, was there? Gaia knew that, aside from James, the rest of the pack she'd met had the shown personality of a brick and whip-taunt tempers (and how well she knew that now). It wouldn't be too big of a surprised to find Erik followed the same trend.
(ra'gon)
Its the small things that count in life. A good pair of feet! Worthy shoes to comfort those pesky footfalls. Strong legs to carry you speedily with! And lets not forget that incredible speed! Barreling down twice the speed of ANY born of Gaia, his path a small moon sliver twisting and churning through the umbra. Greedily grasping the crumpled envelope in hand..no one ever dares request a 'Fragile' delivery from on of his ilk.(erik)
Followed? He sets the bar so high the rest of the pack needs a ladder to get to where he is.But he didn't come here for that.
He strides into the ruined house, once a home. Looks around, first at Eliza, then the retreating form of Mae. slides his eyes over the damage, the burned area, the blood. Yeah, its still there, on the wall. He has eyes for it. Then he looks at James.
Does even his pack ever get used to that mauled face, scarred deeply, many times. Badges of glory. Horrible and strong and pointless.
He know's this. Decker does not.
"Jeeze. Real fuckin mess. And the kids were here?" That's what he was told...
(ra'gon)
Out! Out like a ripple tearing through the gaunlet! As if shredding it suddenly assunder. Just as those boot heals touch the gravel churt, his movement stops...his body giving into a sudden halt. Eyes...deep dark...they spark to the left then to the right. A low growl eminates from his homid form lips. Damn! Damn! it followed! If this had been a haven for his own kinsmen he would sound the alarm! "Spiriti! Mogilua Spiriti!" But no alarm would he give. No! instead and with much determination he wrestles himself to control from bristle. He must endure the taunting, the conjoling..or worse yet..the attempt to harm.As suddenly as he arrived his compossure is restored. Donning a false grin as not to raise suspicion his eyes dart over the KOE village. "I wonder which huvel is his..hmmmm" He mumbles as he slowly stalks to the first cabin, eyes in search of a name plastured upon a door, a wall...for christs sake something.
(ra'gon)
to James, Eliza Bahn, Erik: 5'10, App-2 165ibs fit physique. Short wild and unkept dusty brown hair hides under a old world Romany scarf worn tightly around his head, it's tails drape down his back. One bright blue constrasts against a dark brown peer out from behind small rim sunglasses. His ears adorned with a single golden hoop in each. Wearing faded Gap Jeans with Wal-mart camel colored steel toe boots. A dirty white t-shirt under a Light tanned leathered blue jean denim style cut Rancher's jacket. His belt brown, with a brass buckle depicting a crocodile tightly secures his pants. Upon his belt a leather sheath housing a hunting lock blade knife rests. Around one wrist he wears a simple copper wide band, his other a metallic silver inlayed with a granite bear claw. Each of his fingers weilds a sharply contrasting ring. Some silver in design, some gold, all tribal from tribes all over the world.(james)
he does stand out from the pack, doesn't he
at least from those she's so far met
and it's not just in looks aloneat Erik's question, his head shakes
strong shoulders rolling in a shrug"I don't know, I didn't even know it happened until 20 minutes ago. It's her place."
nodding towards Eliza
then the Gnawer looks down
it's not because of his Alpha's face
unnerving as that is, he's seen worse, even if it is still unsettling to have the perpetual glare aimed at you
and it's not because of the automatic submission
there's somethign elsecan you feel it?
can you feel the sudden swell and tighten of Rage?
the edge that crept into warm voice
the lock of muscle along the side of his jaw
the dark storm suddenly gathering in deep umber eyes
the sudden whipcrack thunder of energy that roiled beneath his skin
one intollerance sets off another
the. kids. were. here.so much for being mellow...
(eliza)
Before she speaks she uncurls an arm from their crossed position and brushes it acorss James' shoulder. Some of the reason was because she knew it pained him and it wasn't somerhing she wanted to feel, some of it was because she didn't need her senses assaulted any further than they needed to be already and a small portion of it was because, dammit, she could.A wisp of calm spreads from the Kinfolk at her touch, wrapping around the Gnawer and the building Rage. Calm down...
"They were in the hallway."
Deadpan (glacial cool) tone and even more dead eyes (sight unseeing) sliding from the Gnawer and across to the Alpha, or more pointedly, to where she knew his voice to be eminating from. Sometimes, a missing sense can be a blessing, as it meant she wasn't inflicted with the perpetual sight of the Erik's ruined features.
(ra'gon)
Eyes cast downwards as his fingers unfurl the crumpled envelope. "Wonderful" He mumbles. There upon the envelope was scribbled words that formed a name...not a number! NOT A FUCKING NUMBER! "How am I suppose to work like this?" He growls as he ruins the missive again in his tightly clenching hands. "Lets see.." Stepping upon the porch of the # 2A cabin. ~So there must be a 1A..great..now its alphabetical as well.~ He knocks while grumbling and lets out a bolsterious hollar in a strange accent "Ello! Ich bez lookin for somvon...Ello?"(erik)
Yeah, hallway. And when she speaks he fixes his baleful glare upon her. He hammers it down, mountainous, heavy, revealing...It is just his way.
...then he shakes his head, saddly even. Kinda close for comfort. "That's fucked."
Is that all he can manage to say? Is that what he came out here for. Came back from his long absence for? Is that it?
"Been any nightmares since?"
(ra'gon)
He waits....waits...
Waits...
Sighs and waits...
Leans in towards the door and presses his ear against it
Eyes roll up...sqwint..
Pulls back...
Shakes head and moves towards the next cabin. Grumbling the whole time in a strange language(james)
he.... blinks.... at the touch
he had forgotten that little trick
and beneath the tangle of jungle-vine dreads - shoulders relax
(daaaaamn, if Rune could only get weed this good)
it's not all gone
but he's much calmer
about to softly grin a silent thanks
.... then he remembers himself
voice soft enough to not interrupt the conversation"Thanks Eliza."
now, definitely would not have been a good time
with everything else that has happened here, wouldn't be good at all, truthfully
but even he's a little surprised at his Alpha's..... short... remark
brow lifting on glance up
though you guessed it, the Gnawer stays quiet(ra'gon)
He halts quiet suddenly before mounting the porch of the Cabin. His hand swatting about as if being swarmed by pesky flies. Growling "Away! Away!"His eyes narrow upon some unseen thing..following round his head turns with till he lets slip another snarl and takes those steps. The sound of his boot heal over the plank boards of the porch cause his reluctant stare to return to the front. Again his balled fist rapports against the barrer. "Ello! ist somevon der?"
(eliza)
"Lila has, yes."Lila, the future Fianna ahroun who could have been descimated by a single garou claw strike. Lila the fey four year old who'd argued with Rune about which tribe was "biggera and baddera" and had fallen to sleep, curled up on James. Perhaps she should send future therapy bills to Decker, out of sheer spite (don't.mess.with.family).
She leans back against one of the more solid pieces of furniture, dead eyes flowing down at stare, one would think, at the mess below their feet. Silence follows for awhile.
"Decker won't be going near them anytime soon..."
Something about her tone, the way she phrased it sounded like even if the children hadn't seen Decker since the 'incident', they were the only ones who'd had that priviledge.
Making chairs: who would have guessed the Modi had it in him?
(erik)
He nods, then runs his hands through his long, black, 'gnawer-oily hair. "No blame to Noah, then?"(carmen)
She got tricked into taking a nap AGIN. She wasn't tireds atall until her dire started singin. She knowd he had to go and do sumpin, and if he's not back, she's supposed to stay inside.
but she's four.
she doesn't always listen..
even this close to chris'mis.
She rubs the sleep from her eyes, and clambers down from the bed, making a quick search (and potty stop) to see if her Dire's back yet. Not findhing him, little hands pop on her hips and she thinks.
Maybe nows the time to see if Mis'liza's comed home yet. She kin helps her with her question she knows it. She searches and finds her boots, and pulls them on over mismatched socks (on red, one purple), coat following over biballs with one side undone and t-shirt - though the coat remains unzipped cuz she can't figure outs how to get it started and stuffs. Teddybear in one hand, lipsticks tucked in coat pocket, and she's gots everything...
It takes all the little girls weight to pull open her door and again to close it behind her, and little footsteps run through the snow toward mis'liza's house.(eliza)
"There is ample blame to be passed around. Even to Noah."Just because he was Family didn't mean that there wouldn't be a grudge of some sort held, spoken or not. Her family, at least to her, came before the petty testosterone based squabbling of male Garou.
"Decker may want to watch where he puts his hands, however, lest he wants to make a complete hypocrit out of himself in the future, however."
If a certain Garou hadn't interfered, then Imogen possibly would have just kept the incident to herself. A private matter, that at that point prior to Decker claiming the other Fianna Kin as his mate, had been between Tribe: a Garou with rage and a Kin that had been punching his buttons till he'd lost his temper. It could have been worse: Noah could have killed her in a spat of temper. Such things weren't uncommon, especially so close to the full moon. Up until that comment, the same could be said of a following incident that had been just as close and resulting in the same problem. The only difference was... Eliza wasn't about to go tattle to Noah that Decker had done exactly the same thing to one of the Fianna only two days later.
(eriK)
He stands, suddenly, but goes no where. Just stands there. Looks pretty much nowhere. "I'll see to yer kid's nightmares."Stands there still, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his olive-drab army jacket.
(carmen)
She skips up the steps to door that goes into the kitchen, and little fingers knock and little voice rings out sweetly (oh the cute factor is in full effect) "Mis'Liza? you homes yet?"
She could probably look through a hole in the wall somewhere but that's like looking in windows and momma always said dats rude..(james)
the gift was a breath of fresh air
honestly
dampening things for a bit
but it's integrally hard for him
to hear this
he wants to get angry (angrier) but he just.... can't
so he seethsjust seeeeeeeths
the little would-be Ahroun that clung to him like an little Irish vine
the child that snuck out after her bedtime to cuddle and play
until she trusted him enough to fall asleep curled in his arms
one adorable little girl that made him smile and remember he could be genuinely. happy.
terrified into nightmares by his packmatehe doesn't hear that last part, about hypocrisy
he doesn't even hear the kid's voice(eliza)
If Decker gave her children the heebie-jeebies (even prior to the brawl), then it stood to reason that Erik would probably scare the hell out of them. He didn't seem what you would call a pretty poster pin-up of the Garou race with such ravaged features. But what was she going to say? No? Well, she could ... but it sounded like a genuine offer and if it would allow the children to be able to sleep easier at night, then it wasn't something to be tossed aside negligently."And Decker?"
(ra'gon)
Again his eyes roll with the lack of reply from within the huvel. Another step and he was off, his first inclination was to bound to the next cabin, but the shifting forms from his right caught his attention. There away from these cabins was a hulking mass of once was..well..another huvel. Odd?! He turns and allows his feet to churn up the churt as he treads towards the ruin.(mae)
Mae, who had secluded herself in the kitchen to make drinks (hospitality) and to stop herself from saying something out of place (she didn't believe Eliza's fibs), opened the back door for Carmon and looked down at the little child. Some of the tension was drawn away at seeing Carmen (mom instinct) and she drew the child in out of the cold (not the house was that much better)."There now, child. You must be Dire's girl?"
(carmen)
Her eyes widen as Mae and not mis'liza opens the door - but she knows a mom when she sees one and she smiles brightly and nods, curls tangled from her nap bouncing as she nods her head. "uh huh.. I's Dire's cub - I's a good cub too. Is mis'liza homes yet? My DIre had to go to do sumpin and I's supposedta checks in here first afore I go n play or anything...and wanted to be sure mis'liza's ok cuz someone putted holes in her walls.." brows knit into a frown - talk about rude. shouldn't puts holes into other peoples things...(erik)
He turns away, towards the door, still forgetting what effect his ruined, mauled, horrible face can have on people.He has got to be the ugliest person little Carmen has ever seen.
He turns back when he sees her there, remembering the last child that ran screaming.
Litteraly.
But he is back, and he can feel the resistance in the woman. she doesn't want him anywhere near her young. Smart. Wonder why she lets the fuckin Fianna coward around her. "Don't worry. I won't even have to come near 'em... I'm gonna take their nightmares... And give em to Decker."
and don't think for one second -kid- that your alpha can't tell what your seethin about there. Pack is pack. If you don't remember that on yer own, Erik might find the mind to remind ya.
(mae)
"Eliza is talking at the moment, lass, but if you want I can make you some hot chocolate and... I think we still have some cookies somewhere in here."This from Mae and Carmen, and thankfully Mae's ample figure was probably blocking most of the girl's view of the grotesque visage of the Alpha.
(ra'gon)
Ah glyphs! Look at that. Thank beez to Jesus most Garou are cocky enough to mark their homes as such....of course never thinking of the 'hello..yes..here I am..come and get me' that it also sends out. Will they ever learn? Shaking his head quickly dismissing the thought as it came. More thankful actually it was there for him to see than anything. Fianna huh? Kinfolk huh? Wonderful! Now those blokes dont fool around and raise the ignorant ones. They'll know..but I wonder if they know they are standing in a ruin of a huvel? Maybe they are drunk. And with that he grins as he nears the front of that ruined cabin."Ello to those inside there...mind if I trouble yuz volks a moment. Im lookin for somvon" Glancing down at his crumbled envelope
(carmen)
"oh nummy! thanks you! does you got marshmellows to puts in it? I likes marshmellows, but if ya don'ts got none that's ok too." She glances around but doesn't quite catch a look at the Alpha, not yet... and her attention is captured pretty quickly by the thought of cookies and stuffs. "Mis'liza gived me some cookies not last night buut the night before with hots chocolate and it was really good. Bestest cookies I ever tasted - I even shared one with decker even though he's a meany boogerbreath." all said in a single breath as she is quite happy to remain by Mae's side. "but he calls me by my name now so I guess he's ok"(james)
he knows
he .knows.
and the dark gaze flicks up towards his alpha
he can't help it
pack is pack
and even if it's not his place to do anything about it
it doesn't mean he can't be upset at how a little girl is affected
quick enough, though, the angry gaze drops againno sir, I don't need to be reminded
(eliza)
"Would it be possible to put a time limit on what you intend to do?"Because, while Decker always brought the worst out in her and had provoked a vindictive ire in the mother, she also ran deep into caring for others of the Garou Nation, tribe or not. It was why her home was open to all. She was a counsellor that helped remove such trauma, not someone who wished to continually inflict pain upon others: especially not those as fucked up as Decker appeared to be.
(erik)
"Hmph." He can hardly believe her concern and dismisses it off hand. "watch you care?"But he is already turning away, towards the front door, opening, whatever...
(ra'gon)
"Silence! bravi'os beng! Baxt!" He spits as he jumps to the left abit, his arm swinging madly round, slicing the thin air in a wild sideward chop. Another jump to the right, a pivot, a twist of his torso and another flail from his hand crashes through the dark airy night.Silence as he stands there. Eyes narrow with disgust and hate upon something unseen. Long he waits...silent as he stares into infinity.
With the sudden sound of the door, his attention once again recaptured, his dark seedy eyes glisten to his right. A grin sweeps across his lips, forcing his cheeks to lift.
"Ello..."
(decker)
"You know, I fuckin' hate it when people talk behind my back."Ah. Well. There's Decker. Waiting outside, hands in his pockets, more or less ignoring Ra'gon. He can feel his pack nearby; he can feel his Alpha. And there's Eliza, her and her nightmare'd kids. And her ...passion. There's a long hard stare from the Modi, before it turns to Erik.
There's no fear there, and only minimal deference: but there is respect. A damn lot of it. "Been wonderin' when you'd show up to kick my ass."
(eliza)
"'Cause some of us actually have the ability to enter that spectrum of emotion that means we still give a damn about other people, regardless of how much the person is an asshole."Probably not under her breath enough, because James would be able to hear her reply and being the living room wasn't huge Erik would have heard the offhand comment as well. Why was it that the Get always had that niggling, annoying ability to nudge someone just the wrong way just by existing and then doubling the problem by opening their mouths? In another time, another place, another situation, she possibly wouldn't have said anything, however, just as Erik seemed to be able to pick up the smaller intricacies of people's body language and emotions. She, herself, was also adept at such.
(mae)
Mae settles Carmen down in the kitchen with hot chocolate and a plate of cookies (all for her!), keeping the child out of the adult conversation in the living room and on the porch because a child was perhaps the least of what everyone needed to deal with at the moment. Especially when Carmen felt the need to refer to Decker as a boogerbreath meanie.(erik)
He heard her alright, and he don't feel like tellin her that she don't know him. Telin her that those damn emotions were what started this in the first place.Fuckin people. He hates fuckin people.
But Decker. No, he likes Decker. He just doesn't likethe size of the britches he's been wearin latley...
And he ignores Ra'gon too, after a baleful stare. "That what yer doin back here? This where you hold all yer fights? Well, hang on. Lemme git the kids first. Maybe they wanna watch. again."
(carmen)
Truth is truth and all, and to a four year old it comes out whenever it does (least she wasn't whispering this time, because that's always louder then anything else.) She climbs up on a chair and beams at the plate of cookies (all for ME!) and happily starts munching. Course, maybe mis Mae can answer her question. "Miss? I was wonnering - oh these are goood cookies! - Since I's living with Dire now and I's his cub, I needsta get him sumpin for chris'mis, but I don't gots no money or no way to shops or nuthin.. so i thoughts I might drawed him a picture.... but I don't gots no crayons.. does mis'liza gots some crayons I can use?" All dark eyed innocence and earnestness.. she really wants him to have something nice too... cuz santa's gonna find her.... shes gotsta help santa find her Dire too.(ra'gon)
The sudden appearance of Decker actually causes his hackles to raise. His preditary instincts taking play. The curl of his homid form lips quiver revealing only the tip of his incisors. Oh he knew this one. The GET.Flashing a curtious smile and inclination of his head back towards the visiage of Erik. This must be the man of the house. Fianna? Yes...A bragging lot of boilsterous lushes, but a fair tribe of talegivers and warriors.
But that smile fades quickly as there seems to be trouble afray...Trouble between the GET and the Fianna? Another snear takes the place of his given smile. While clutching the envelope in one hand, his other wrestles itself into a fist. Enemy of my Enemy is my friend.
Shaking his head and clearing his throat..no need to make battle yet...its late and his missive has not yet been give.
"Excuse me, Pardon a moment, just a moment." Glancing down at his addressie "I am seeking the one who built the Ark..the Fianna. A finger to point my way is all I need" Glancing to the left then to the right "So I can find him where? So I may return you both to your fight?"
(james)
now isn't he in a lovely position
Decker's drawl greeted by a half glanced up glare
but he's looking back down again
Modi outranks him, too, and you just don't glare at your superiors
even if they're about to get ripped a new one
studyin the cracks in the floor infront of his chair, or something
and then Erik speaks to him
oh, yea, THAT is what he needed to hearthe Gnawer is clenched. down. tight
(thank Gaia for small favors in little gifts, hm?)with what just may go down
he's wondering if he should just mosey out on back
pack dynamics, and all(decker)
A roll of powerful shoulders, accepting the barb from the Alpha without raising his hackles. Sullen, "Ain't woulda involved 'em at all if that fuck hadn't been hidin' here like a lizard under a rock. Called 'im three times 'n he just hid. Told'im I was gonna come in 'n git 'im 'n he hid some fuckin' more."(mae)
Mae watches the little girl munching away on the cookies and babbling about christmas and cranyons before she nods."Wait right there, lass. I'll see if I can find some."
Lila's crayons were still in the house and were easily replaced. Wasn't this the time of giving and sharing? Well, maybe not among most of them (whole different religious thing going), but the child was obviously still in the Christmas mind and mood.
She heard Decker's voice as she stepped out of the kitchen and a frown deepened. She flicked a very unimpressed look at Eliza, for some odd reason, before she went to retrieve the crayons.
(erik)
He steps out wholey into the open, and glares (ugliest mutherfucker I ever seen. damn cold stare too) shut up at Ra'gon."I know." Now he's walking down the steps, towards the Modi. "Whole damn tribe a fuckin cowards. Fuckin liquid courage cowards. And look at the muther fuckin mess you let one drag ya into now. Fuck Decker..."
Then, and only then does Ra'gon have his attention. "Now what's this?"
(carmen)
"oh thank you!" Her delight is genuine and she sips her hot chocolate and waits as patient as the little girl can. She's already gots da bestest gift ever in her Dire.. and chris'mis is da best time of year! only thing close is her birfday but dats not for a while yets. oh - she fotgots to ask for paper! but she stays put - hot cocoa and cookies and the promise of crayons and she's quite the content little girl.
even though just feet away the rage weaves and rolls and just a ways away anger plays in tightened jaws and sullen voices. Little shoulders roll and brow furrows.. but cookies are so much more fun to pay attention too, don't you think?(decker)
Decker grunts and keeps his mouth shut while Erik sent Ra'gon on his way. Or prepared to tell Decker to kick his ass. Or something, or whatever.*eliza)
Standing so close to James he might notice the tense ripple of something (pain? anger? agitation? or something else entirely?) that pulled Eliza straighter at Decker's arrival (memories.flush.to.the.surface).She crossed her arms around herself, fingers rubbing her upper arms slowly. Her eyes were staring blankly at the ground (seeing.nothing) and then flick up, narrowing. Insult the Fianna in a Fianna's house. How... polite. Grit teeth.
"Hypocrit." very, very softly under her breath so that James was most likely the only one who heard the hiss of her breath as words.
(ta'gon)
Blinks...Blinks again...Ok mistake number one..never assume anything ever again. Now nodding to himself.
Eyes swallowing the horrible visiage of Erik...wow..and his mouth does drop just abit..one of those..Damn dude..you's ugly brut..but he closes it quick.
"Ja Ja..I am looking for the Herder..Noah...Important message..I take it you are not he...his family? Or himself is where? Or have their pads taken them elsewhere?" Looking down at the envelope again mumbling something about delays in postal address changes.
(james)
not good
not good
just... stare at the floor, Jamesthere's a dampened bristle at the hissed word
yea, he heard it
he just put two other factors together, too
but. says. nothing.(erik)
"Yeah, inside." He jerks his thumb towards the wreck of the house and turns his back on the messenger (boy).Back to Decker. He just stares at him. Long moments pass while he wrestles with a decision or some inner turmoil...
(ra'gon)
"Many thanks" And after the visiage is learing away he slides past him towards the porch in which he just came.(eliza)
(Insult the Fianna in a Fianna's house: change to Insult the Fianna on a Fianna's property)She pushes off the table, bootfall against the rubble making her steps very carefully lest she trips towards the door.
"I am family."
Which was true, in the loosest sense of the term, being that they were kin by Tribe if not by blood or mating.
Dark eyes that were disturbingly dead or emotion or thought, flicker across the area, head tilted and listening to the play of voices. They pause on Decker for perhaps a shade too long before flicking to the sound of Ra'gon's footsteps on the porch boards.
(zoe)
A cold winds blows. . . beneath the darkened sky. . . The sound of a vehicle approaching Eliza's once happy home. Some may note it, others may not, but it came nontheless. She'd been to the Barrens since the entire debacle but hadn't, mercifully, seen anyone. She wasn't sure how well she may handle them. Eliza she could, Eliza was in a worse state then her, no doubt. It had been her family after all. Other reasons were why this hit her too hard. . . so the Jeep came, more to look over the aftermath once more, see what could be done, what may have been done. . . and because she didn't think she wanted another night out in the wilds of the Barrens in meditation. Solitude can only be one's guide for so long. . .
(ra'gon)
With an outstretch of his free hand he opens his palm. His other still clutching the crumpled envelope"Kinsmen or immediate family?" His voice detacted, somewhat professional..his hand awaiting payment as is norm to his profession.
(decker)
Decker waits.Decker isn't patient. He doesn't mind staring matches with Imogen, but - the woman was a little bit better-lookin than the Rotagar. He meets Erik's eyes for a moment before dropping his gaze, fishing his switchblade out to pick under his nails a moment: an absent gesture, because he was thinking too.
"Lissen," clicking the switchblade back - and then whatever Erik's supposed to listen to isn't spoken at all. Pack business. You figger out some way I kin atone fer the kids 'n kin, 'n I'll do it. But I ain't grovelin' to Gabe 'r nobody fer draggin' that ass who laid hands on my woman around a l'il bit.
(erik)
"Yeah." did he read the Modi's mind?Pack. fianlly, a real pack.
One thing Decker doesn't realize though. What he's gonna do to atone will be MUCH less pleasant than grovelling to Gabe.
No, strike that. Decker's gettin off easy. (have to go. dinner is here)
(eliza)
"Kin."She leans against the frame of the doorway, eyes never quite makig it to Ra'gon's face, following his voice instad, or even looking at the hand held out. Something keeps distracting her, (sightless) eyes flicking to one side of the Messanger towards the two conversing Get.
"Why?"
(erik)
(jumps order for last post)"Well, I got things to do. You better make some sort of peace with the kid. He's in there..."
and with a final, hard look, erik walks into the forest.
(ro'gar)
Brows knitting together. Dropping his openned hand, his gaze drifts to linger a moment on what has her immediate attention.With a sigh he returns to her "You have never done this before, this I can see. Come kin to the builder of the great ship...let me explain a few things. Then will your eyes open and see."
Smiling geniunely, his eyes upon her, his hand outstretched for her to capture
(zoe)
Brows knitting together. Dropping his openned hand, his gaze drifts to linger a moment on what has her immediate attention.With a sigh he returns to her "You have never done this before, this I can see. Come kin to the builder of the great ship...let me explain a few things. Then will your eyes open and see."
Smiling geniunely, his eyes upon her, his hand outstretched for her to capture
(eliza)
"Open my eyes and I will see, huh?"A wry twist of her lips, tone souring very slightly as she arches an eyebrow. She shakes her head and gestures for him to step into the living room of the cabin.
"Poor choice of words."
(ra'gon)
He only bows and beckons her command, slipping behind her into the interior. Nodding once to James "Ello" he gives with a grin(decker)
A glance up. A faint tilt of the younger Fenrir's chin up for the elder, and then the elder is gone into the forest. Like a fuckin' phantom.Left alone, Decker finishes cleaning under his nails and starts trimming them with the same knife. So James. 'Cause he could damn well feel him in there, too. Gonna feel better if you kick my ass around a bit?
(carmen)
She bounces in her chair and takes another cookie (all for me!) and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand after another sip of cocoa. Mis'Liza's still talkin, she can hear her and she shifts in her chair agian and scratches her side under her coat and just continues feeding her latest sugar high.(zoe)
. . . She comes closer to Decker, while he busys himself with his knife and hands. Yeah, that was so terribly reassuring to see, since the last time she had seen him had been a towering form of wolfen rage. He hadn't been the warmest of people befoire in her opinion and now. . well, she was at least civil. Too many years of polite mannerisms to let it all go even if she would rather do so. . .
"Decker. . ."
. . . The acknowledgmant a sort of greetibng, maybe, as she moves to walk past him for the rather tattered and torn cabin. . .(eliza)
"Are you coming in?"She could still feel Decker (in so many different ways) standing there, so she didn't follow Ra'gon in directly after he had slid past her. She just lent there, against the door frame, with her arms wrapped around her and thumbs rubbing her upper forearms (press the pain), eyes unerringly in his direction. At least tonight she didn't sound completely cool (glacial bitch) to the Modi.
(ra'gon)
Upon the arrival of the little.....Napalese his face lightens up with glee "Ello" he says with a nod of his head...then his eyes glance from James..to her..to the back of Eliza's head. Then after a moment of pause..and frankly cause he felt kinda odd..he stooped forward towards James in a whisper "Do they know they have holes in their wall?"(james)
yep
he's still sitting there, quietly
(seething)
a flicker of dark gaze up and a nod, up, in hello to Ra'gon
and while he can feel their Alpha moving away
he still hasn't really movedto get up and leave and work off what's veritably boiling would include getting his backpack
which is by the front door
and he's pretty sure Decker is still there
and while pack is pack
he doesn't want to start anything because his temper is flowing (however sedated)
he values pack more than thatfloor by the dining table must be real interesting
cause he's staring at it again
and then there's a half-snorted laugh
Only because you'd let me to make me feel better? the words are caustic and hard. as. steel No.
immediately he regrets saying it
sometimes you can't even control your mental tongueand with a sigh he's up
moving across the living room
he's not going to add to the raised tempers that have been in the house(mae)
Mae returns (belatedly) to the kitchen with a big box of crayons and deposits them on the table in front of Carmen with a stack of blank paper accompanying."Will that do ya, lass?"
Posted by james at December 18, 2002 12:00 AM