September 01, 2003.09.01.03. - you, me'n th' kid [erik] *e[port newark]
(james)
the heavy door to the warehouse slides open with a growl of chain
enter: one raggedy Bone Gnawer
half the day spent on the public dock earning change
other half spent on general roaming around their territory
it's been productive but... well... lonely
he's fully capable of functioning independently
but when the pack's been spread out for how many weeks now?
it eventually begins to get to even the most mellow of Eagle's Own
at the top of the stairs backpack's slung uncerimoniously towards the couch
next stop: kitchen. fridge. beer.(erik)
Erik's on the couch sleeping, until the backpack lands on him. With a groan he shoves it off onto the floor and sits up slowly. He sees James on his way to the fridge and grunts, what? Hello? Thanks for waking me up? Get me a beer too? Who knows? Then he burries his head in his hands, rubbing blood back into his face.(james)
it actually takes a few seconds for the grunt to filter in
the lanky Gnawer pausing and even taking a step backwards to tilt his head and peer at the couch
his head ducks a bit but the journey to the fridge soon continuesoh. brilliant move, Jamey-boy, fucking brilliant
better be thankful that pack was almost empty
and without rebarwhen he returns a beer materializes just to the left of Erik's head
bottle already opened, of course
it's also accompanied by a damp towel
he guessed at the grunt but the sight of the blood was easy
once the beer's taken and he rounds the couch to claim the other chair
heavy file folder slaps down onto the.... uh.... whatever it is that serves as a coffeetable this far from Rune's posh condo(erik)
Erik's nose parts the long, oily, black hair at the scent of beer. He smakcs his desert like lips in anticipation, takes the cold can in hand, and grunts a thanks. He doesn't look down at the milk crates-cum- coffee table until half the can if drunk. "Ahhh! Whuz sis?"(james)
"Fr'm Imogen."seems he's aligning with the packs habit for keeping things to the point
least with fewer words there's less slur for Erik to navigate through
his own bottle is used to lift and gesture at the file
though he's slouching a little lower and more comfortably in the chair"'bout En'ron.... got one've Fog's passin' through, an' questions fr'm Kemp.... whichya wan' first?"
(erik)
He looks squinty eyed at James, listens, then drops gaze to the package. He swigs beer againa nd lifts the folder, opening it and leafing through quickly. "Whichever you tell me first."(james)
the squint is met passively
this is defintely the first he's had to drink all day
and since he doesn't reek of weed
seems that slur is here to stay.... on top of the already harsh accent
though as the Fenrir looks through the file, might as well begin there"Names, s'me addresses, few articles'n reports, couple autopsies, drillin' locations. Imogen said th' holes c'n be filled in through th' DMV, but 'er requests'd be noticed..." that trails off, because they both know the absent Beta is the one with the hacking skills "... 'n when she gets more, she'll let 's know."
(contents: The names of the law firm that is currently handling Endron's affairs. It handles ALL of Endron's affairs. Addresses and phone numbers for some of the lower ones, but none of the higher ones. Names of several of the higher ups, including the name of someone who is dealing with New Jersey, and the name of his secretary. No address. Names and addresses of a few of the somewhat important but not high up people in New Jersey. The locations where they've started drilling. Names of two reporters who have done all the reporting for Endron. Multiple reports basically confirming what everyone suspects that Endron is BAD. Oil spills, etc. Just sort of shadey dealings.And a few autopsy reports that it looks like she pulled it off the computer. (printouts) It's hard to say why she put them in there. They're apparent car accidents of people who worked in Endron. Different locations, different medical examiners. All nice and organized, annotated, though most of the notes and such are hand written. (grins) She's got lousy penmanship, but usually when something's obviously impossible to read she's written it out again below, as if she went through later and realized how illegible it was and corrected the problem.)
(erik)
HE finishes off the beer while listening and reading through the files. Interesting stuff, togeather with what Lexi found out before she dissapeared (left town, he knows), it points to some major shit going down. "We're gunna haveta go in soon."(james)
he's only about halfway through his beer
inhaling food is one thing
but they all know the Gnawer can't hold liquor worth a shit
he's formed the habit to take it slow no matter what it is
so the nod is slow and measured
that's about what he figured after flipping through the file"Cori Lanc'ster is th' one up here fr'm the Barrens' pack, knows Bedlam.... said she's up f'r the holiday fun, don' know if she'd've anything t'add."
(erik)
"Good." He grunts it out. "Cause we're gonna need backup w'thout Deck and Rune. Haveta go in quiet."(james)
he.... can't help the slight - and lopsided - smirk
just without Decker and Rune?
Erik's the first packmate he's seen in weeks
only reason he knows they're all still alive is the link tells him so
he's seen more of Tucker and Kemp than he has anyone other than Imogen
apparently, everyone else got the bright idea to go on vacation during the sweltering month
or something"Jus' tell me when and where." not much he could, or even would, argue on that "Though Kemp want'd t' know where Carmen got sent off to."
speaking of the lack of normal faces being around, and all
(erik)
"Oh, I will. Don't you worry. And I got no idea where the kid went to. If I had timeto raise a kin I'd never have set er up ike I did." Yeah, everybodie's all of a sudden got their own projects goin on. Not that he faults them. HE does it himself. Latley he's been raiding drug houses, most, well, some beholden to the wyrm. Its how he's been keepin the pack solvent without Rune. sucks.(james)
there's a partially barked laugh to that response
he was one that supported Carmen's being shipped out
none of them had the time to raise her or watch out for her"Kid said she an th' elder kin dis'peared two weeks 'go without a word, tol' 'im I'd check with you if there was a reason."
subject dropped as easily as it came up
sometimes kin do that
he's only giving it more thought if his (paranoid) Alpha gives reason to
otherwise? he has his own shit to deal with too
not quite the personal projects everyone else had developed
but somebody's gotta hold the fort down while they're gone
(It's how he's been keeping sane without Rune. Sucks.)
but finally that beer's gone, and he's up to grab another round from the fridge(erik)
"Two weeks? Gone?" Said in the why-the-hell-wasn't-I-told tone. "Kin do dissapear, but if they don't want us trackin 'em down, they tell us when they go."He falls silent until his second beer arives. "Who knows about this?"
(james)
"I jus' foun' out th' other day."volleyed back in that the-fuck-you-been-to-tell? tone
and somewhere in that particular tone is also the Kemp-isn't-my-Tribe-or-responsibility-to-raise factor, as well
just because he's the only one the kid isn't terrified of in the entire pack doesn't mean he's playing babysitter
it's been made perfectly fucking clear before the Gnawer should keep out of Fenrir Family affairs
so the random drop-in at the condo to make sure the kid doesn't destroy it is about as much as he really needs to give
and that's more for the fact that's his home than anything else
(you can bet a couple rooms are deadbolted)
he doesn't need to get beat down twice to get the message anything more is unappreciated
thinking ahead, he just grabbed a six pack and sets it on the cratetable"You, me'n the kid."
(erik)
"Yeah?" He sounds irate, paranoid, and like an alpha who's pup is missing. Not good. Maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed... ten years ago. "No calls. I thought they was supposed to call..." Gears start turning in his head. "And no more shit bout where I been. It aint my duty to be wherever you or anyone else is. We got the damn totem bond fer that, don't we?"(james)
"Yeh, we do." said cooly over a slug from the new bottle "An' it's been dead silent f'r a fuckin' month."so.... the complete absense of pack has more than just begun to get to the Gnawer
he's used to the Modi or Theurge taking off for periods of time
or the others floating in and out as need be
but everybody being gone at once?
there's a response forming on his tongue to the almost lecture
but that's swallowed like the amber liquid and he just moves on"So what's th' plan."
(erik)
"Th' plan is, we do it on our own. You round up who you can get in a couple hours, and I'll get us stocked. Then we go have a look-see fer our lost little kin. Then maybe Rune or Deck'll be back and we can go out to the barrens with Bedlam and take care of that once and fer all." Beer number two is finished. He reaches for a third. He's thirsty. He ignores Jame's further prodding.(james)
the spike is ignored - and about what he expected, really
so instead he starts figuring out just who he can pull together in a few hours
.... realizing resources are seriously lacking on the experienced warrior front
seems they'll have to make do"Kid's't th' condo, may know more since then."
(erik)
"Hell. Bring 'em. They do good we'll cal it a rite of passage. I got barney's number if ya need it. Tell 'im I said to get is ass in gear. He'll come. "(james)
he.... can't help but laugh"Gotta Cli'th I jus' met, 'nother that's packless, a kin, a cub..... 'n what'ver th' hell Grania is."
that's more mused out loud than actually expecting an answer from his Alpha
this should become rather interesting, at the very least
especially because he STILL doesn't know who this Barny guy is
though that thought's finished off with the last of his beer
empty bottles are gathered and tossed in the trash
(bachelor pad yes, absolute horror no)
as Erik moves off to get stuff gathered, he might as well begin, toothe heavy doors rattle on the chains and suddenly it's exit: one raggedy Bone Gnawer
tired as he is from being out and about for the majority of the day
(gotta do something to keep from going out of your fucking skull)
there's a bit of a smile on him
the reaffirmation of pack means something infinite to the Ahroun
the fact they may be walking into the apartment and thus falling into a WyrmPit or Wonderland or any other number of things really doesn't seem to dampen that one bit
it's the little things that seem to countso, off he goes
Posted by james at September 01, 2003 12:00 AM
everyone he can think of is on a path between the docks and the ForestHill condo
but he's still trying to think of any others....
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