March 22, 2003
.03.22.03. - on the road to a healer [lucca]

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(james)
((continued from a scene in north jersey last night))

the tattered trench wasn't the only thing the Gnawer brought from the condo
he also grabbed a Hefty 40 gallon garbage bag and a few thick towels
powerwashing blood out of the Tacoma was one thing
he doesn't want to find out what it takes to get blood off of charcoal leather interior
there's a wave to Imogen, before the Ahroun is leading Lucca towards [i]her[/i] car

that's right folks
one Bone Gnawer
one Mercedes Benz CL500
(aawwww yeeaaah bay-bee)

now, he'd never actually ask to drive it
the thought would never cross his mind to make such assumptions
or to actually treat himself in such a way
but it wasn't only keeping Imogen out of the car with a strange Garou that made the decision to take the proffered keys and subtly suggest the purebreed kin to not joint them upon this journey
it's a sweeeeeeeet ride

after setting things up so the wounded Strider doesn't leak all over the leather
the ride out of the Hibernia is rather uneventful
for as bohemian as the raggedy man looks
his driving is rather mundane
there's classic rock on the sound system
there's a speed limit that's obeyed
there's ... you got it ... one uneventful ride

at least the scenery is pretty
the way too early morning hours are too dark to see the trash the city squadrons haven't picked up yet
rush hour is a daymare that the near empty streets have forgotten, for now
there's only the city's neon glow reflecting off the lingering clouds high above
then the near absolute darkness as the highway passes out of civilization and back to Gaia's own
of course, there's still Luna waning from full high above
and the fact there are not one, but [b]two[/b] Ahroun in the luxury car
but one is wounded, the other is fairly mellow, so the Benz is in little danger of Rage inspired damage

he made a few Totem Phone calls on the way
getting to Batsto is one thing
but he knows Zoe's cabin isn't exactly in Batsto, just somewhere near
she's no Theurge, but she [i]is[/i] a healer
it's only a wrong turn (or two) that gets him through the little township and to the right cabin
expensive German engineering pulling to a stop without even a hissing sigh of the brakes
his chin lifts towards the cabin
well.... the two cabins that are there
one possibly Zoe's
(the other would be Corrans, but he doesn't know it)

"There's a kin named Zoe that lives in one of those two cabins, healer, herbalist, if she can't heal it, she'll know someone that can.... tell her I brought you and she shouldn't turn you away."

a brow lifts a little
he'll walk up and help make intros if need be
but that's up to the Strider
and he does need to get the car back before Imogen needs to go to work.....

(james)
Lucca took the Ride. He even helped where he could to get things set up. He was even less easy about finding how much it took to get blood out of the charcoal interior. Thanking James for the ride. And asking him to thank the kin for him. He's not good at thanking them and was sure James could get things acrossed better. Even mentioned o­nce that he was glad at night. Probably safer with two Ahrouns in the car. They'd probably both suffer road rage and o­nly o­ne of them was driving. With the Ride made he nodded to James. Thanking him. And told him he'd pay him back for the help if James wanted it. It was o­nly fair for the help he and his pack in extension had given him tonight. Then he moved up to the cabins. Picking a door and Knocking. Holding himself up. He was an Ahroun. Mauled or not he would hold himself up.

(corran)
The door opens slowly and there is a blond haired 15 year old girl in glasses. She blinks. Her eyes widen and she looks up

"Um.... I think you want my brother...."

The door slams Muffeled voices, then a chuckel and the door reopens. Standing there is a 6'3 man. Sandy blond hair. Dark lime peel green eyes, athlectic built. He's dressed in dark brown pants, hiking boots fit slip fashion. a tan zip up shirt and leaning on an ironshod ironwood staff. He lookes the man over and arks a brow.

With him comes an aura of support and clamness that once felt can never be forgotten. A certin something that seems to up lift you simply being around him. His voice is a pleasent baritone.

"Can I help you?"

(james)
"No problem.... take care of yourself, Lucca."

chuckled with a wry grin
there's a bit of a wave
but when the door's closed
James is pointing the Benz towards home
should he ever need the favor repaid
he'd be sure to call on it

the drive home is just as uneventful
other than the warming sky from the rising sun
aaaaand a few more stops than on the way out

soon enough, he's on Imogen's balcony
she's opening the door to head to work
and suddenly there's a lanky Gnawer filling the range of her vision
head tilted to the side
wearing that easy lopsided grin
holding out one set of keys to a black CL500

a black CL500 with a full tank of gas
with no sign of anything leaky on the charcoal interior
with still steamy breakfast sitting on the passenger's floormat
with a bottle of orange juice in one cup holder
a large Irish Cream coffee in the other

she's going to work
he's damned well going to bed

Posted by james at March 22, 2003 12:00 AM
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