December 30, 2003.12.30.03. - ...while you were out [smokey-dustin-tristan-kemp] *sd / *me[riverfront]
(kemp)
Well his night had gone to shit in no time flat. First the guessing game that made him want to end his life just so he didn't have to play it. Then the news that made him want to puke, infact he had later. He'd put on a good face when he had to, but damn. Hoping tonight turned out better than the previous. Just felt like the house of cards was falling with him in the top.(dustin)
He is standing outside the garage. The mood from yesterday has passed- everything is back to normal. Perhaps going out alone last night and doing his thing had made things all better--things were back to normal. Everything was back-to-normal. Hands in his pockets he starts to walk up the street. He would go to the wherehouse- but he didnt know where it was--plus the thought of all those Germans- and Ahrouns- he just didnt wanna deal with it. He had been right- they could film a reality show there if there wasnt the veil. The ratings that would get. Just toss one unsuspecting mortal into that place, and let the claws fly.(kemp)
For his part, he was wandering and trying to figure out what he was suppose to do now that he was suddenly going to have a kid when he spotted Dustin up ahead. "Hey. What's up with you?" Anything was better than brooding.(dustin)
Brooding- breeding- small talk was better then both obviously. Head cants up at the voice and he nods. "Sup" he slows his walk up. "You get everything worked out with yoru girl?" The display last night was one of the funniest things he had seen in - a while- sure, it wasnt really funny, the fact Tristan would have to raise 2 kids-kid (cause that was what would end up happening) wasnt actually humerours- but the screaming about the sexual information on the internet- humping like a mongerel- and Kemp blowing his load on her ass was --much more information then he-- and the entire street needed to know- but still alas put a strange visual to things. And now his head was clear as well- which was better. Going out last night helped- and he felt like things were back to normal. calm before the storm whenever one thinks things are back to normal--they usually arent.
But he tempts fate and just assumes everything was -normal- whatever that meant. Hand comes out of his pocket to run through sandy blonde hair--"Where ya headin?"(kemp)
"No everything isn't worked out." Scowling. There was no way he was going to mention how confused and helpless he felt. "Just walking around to keep from climbing the walls. Even if it means I might run into that freak. Besides, can't get back in the warehouse until someone comes home with a key."(james)
the calm before the storm
apparently - somebody forgot to mention that technique to the Ahroun
there's a waxing gibbous far up in the sky, but it doesn't seem to do any good
as far as anyone who picks up on the mojo can tell: it's just as good as fullcalled back from New York - lovely, this time of year - to a Hunt
...... just. peachy.
but there's something else that has the Fostern strung tight as a Tyberry necklace
something that's literally chewing on him, working through his guts from inside out
it's what happens to be driving this roundabout stroll from the bus station to the warehouse
attempting to work off some of the steam before facing up to whatever's waiting in the old building(dustin)
He shakes his head- he knew it wasnt all worked out. He himself was still confused on the timing. The poor kid had just gotton his cherry popped less then a week ago, and was planning for a kid already. Dustin didnt even think that was possible- but understanding girls was not his specialty-- shit understanding anyone wasnt his specialty.
People are people.
He offers the boy a smile and nudges his shoulder. "Don't sweat it, you wil be fine- and you got lots of people to help ya out, if ya need it" supportive? Sure, Still glad it wasnt his problem to deal with. Few things he had managed to do right- not get any chick pregnant. And sure there were a few times he had scares- but thank Gaia he never had to actually deal with this problem.
"Lets wander then" he nods. Handing Kemp 2 keys. "heres a key for Tris and you. i know the place is a shithole- shit its nothing, but theres heat n stuff, and when you are locked out or need to bang your head against a wall--feel free.
Ahh garage sweet garage.
"scrounged enough change to get em made- still broker then fuck though- i gotta get my hands on a little cash soon- Usually have other outlets to get cash here and there- seem to be out of the loop these last few (fucked up twisted whirlwind) days"
(tristan)
Can’t get in.
Which means, no fucking income.
On top of everything else? Means one rather irritated kin. Take one day to not carry the beloved instrument around and be locked out for however long it takes to figure a way in. He’s not ashamed to admit he’s *this* close to rigging some sort of tower to a broken window from the inside, and a way to climb up from the outside.Worse. He’s is ashamed to admit he’s also *this* close to bailing. Time to find his own place. Especially if what was happening with kemp is what he thinks is happening. He told him to be careful He even provided the condoms for godssakes. But oh no. What ‘Mom’ says isn’t always remembered.
He’s sitting in front of the bay doors, ass on the ground, knees pulled up, arms laid across them, his head back against the door. If nothing else he’ll sit here until kemp returns and the two of them will figure out how to get in again.
(kemp)
"Thanks man." Smiles pocketing the keys. Heading them towards the warehouse with a turn at the next corner. "Might as well see if we can find Tristan before Jackoff the Pirate decides to eat him."(james)
he doesn't make it back to the warehouse just yet
(Eagle already knows he's home)
instead, residency takes the form of Alice pack dropped (SLAM!) onto a bench
the rebar sticks which make his trade rattle a precocious disagreement to the treatment
the protest, however, is treated to little more than a nasty glare from deep umber eyessecondhand Cochran's step onto the bench's seat
tattered patchwork trenchcoat folds and flaps as body moves to sit on the seat back
the long arch of muscle parallelling his spine coiled into bars of steel
dreads hang long and low, dangling in the night's taunting wind
mostly gloved hands seek and search for his pack of Camel's and the battered zippothe fact this fucking city seems to feel WORSE than when he left it two and a half weeks ago is not, even by an iota, countered by the nicoteine fix
(dustin)
He nods.
No problem. He nods at Kemp and shoves hands back into his pockets. Wishing for a smoke- knowing he didnt have one. The blue eyed guy walks next to the dad-to be.
"ya know Kemp..remember one thing- that Forrest Gump guy lied- Life is not like a box of choclates" lips curl up into a smirk and he shrugs.
"in fact sometimes--it can just plain suck ass"(kemp)
"Naw he was right." Coming in sight of the warehouse up ahead. "Life is like a box of chocolates and it all melts into one big brown lump of shit when things get hot." Nudging Dustin with a nod ahead. "Look ahead there."(smokey)
The beat up dodge neon prowled the streets of the riverfront. Its occupant was not its owner, or have permission to use said neon, but that never stoped him. Tonight he prowls for many things. He could find James with luck. Only Garou in the city he really know past being vaugly aware of existing. He could find that mark ass white bitch that stabbed his girl. Yeah, he had something for that mother fucker. Chances of finding here where kind of slim though, knowing next to nothing about him beyond the probably inaccurate description of 'looked like eminme'. Hell, maybe he's just enjoy the night, but he never got to do that kind of shit. But for now he just drives, bobbing his head to some generic hip hop beat repeating itself over the radio.(tristan)
He looks relaxed, for the most part. And he might very well be. His eyes are even closed. But he’s very attuned to what’s going on around him. Every sound, every slam, every footstep that carries on the winter wind. Hands clasp lightly, fingertips laced, as he sits (broods) and waits. They’ll come soon enough.... hopefully not the one eyed freak, but well. What can he do really? Piss his pants? Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.Th’fuck is Erik? It’s his grand idea not to block the motherfuckin doors. Even to take the trash out.
Th’fuck is Decker? Hell, ain’t even seen Imogen.Or James. He needs to connect with his bro more then ever. Just to know there’s one damn person here that understands... but he’s in New York (which means the Warehouse, even if he does get in, is cold as fuck) as far as he knows, and no one will say when he will return. Course – one has to see someone for them to say, right? Right. So! We wait, and brood.
(Another. Fucking. Kid. He warned the boy!)
(dustin)
He looks at Kemp--"what are we looking at?" Not sure which way he was supposed to look. the night he went to the wherehouse- he had not been in any frame of mind to remember what the wherehouse area even look familiar- so where he was looking- he had no idea.
Smokes and some cash- he needed to get on that ASAP.(kemp)
Shakes his head, leading Dustin on towards Tristan. "Can't you smell him? Up there." Nodding ahead again. "See, sitting there up against the doors."(dustin)
"Can't i smell who?" he looks at Kemp with a strange exprssion on his face and then looks again. It was dark, night, he didnt see shit--squinting his eyes to see the form of the person sitting there- then recognizing the wherehouse --putting 2 and 2 together. "Got it" he nods.
Fuck was the kid bringing him there for. If they were at the wherehouse that only meant one thing.
Dustin had to deal with cranky Garou bein all pissy to him. He knew this much- it had just been one of those weeks--he didnt expect any of them to welcome him with open arms--shit Kemp himself wanted to knock his teeth out at first.(james)
he must make a very interesting silhouette:
one Garou perched on the bench like some overgrown crow
dreads flinging about in the wind
trenchcoat tails not fareing incredibly better
each lungful of smoke whipping away to join it's brethren four blocks over
and a certain amount of Rage all but visably steaming around himdownright chipper, he is
if only his head would clear
or maybe he could forget what he's been thinking about
(we all know there's no way you'll ever forgive yourself, Jamey-boy)
or..........the fuck is that music coming from?
the random smattering of hiphop is enough to get James to turn and look over his shoulder
not the normal state of affairs for this street this late at night
(or had things really changed that much since he was gone?)(kemp)
"Yo Tris." Calling out with a shake of his head at Dustin. "I meant him, not the trash or sewer smell." Figuring the only reason Tristan was sitting on the ground was because they were still locked out.(tristan)
Hiphop sounds down the way but he doesn’t open his eyes. In fact, he doesn’t open them at all until he hears Kemp and even as (worried) introspective as he is, it brings a fond grin to his lips. At least he’s not calling him ‘Mom’ in public.This time.
Dark gaze glitters through dusty lashes as he opens his eyes, watching the two walk toward him. Who would believe just a few days ago those two wanted to kill each other instead of talk. It’s their own little Christmas miracle. He unfolds slowly, one leg sliding down, one hand falling to the frozen ground to push himself upwards and stand, wincing as muscles complain after being stuck in one position for far too long. “Hey guys. S’up?” Classic Eagle Nod Up. (sure sign he’s hung out with them a long time..) Hands brush at his ass to clean it off a bit.
(kemp)
"I'm not, that's for sure." Snickers tugging his hat lower. "Not sure I can be right now. Guess we're still locked out?" Digging in his pocket to remove the keys and give one to Tristan. "Dustin's gift, key to his place."(dustin)
He shakes his head - naw couldnt smell him yet- He watches as Tristan moves to his feet- blue eyes focus in the dark and the cute grin - wasnt that what you said you liked to begin this long strange trip - accompanys it. He runs fingers thorough the sandy blonde hair and stops there. Looking towards the wherehouse - dark and empty - he assumes- since Tris was outside. "Gave 'em" head nod to Kemp "some keys for the garage--n'case you get locked out n shit---gotta smoke?" he hated to be beggin but shit- he was nic fitting somethin fierce(smokey)
The neon turns the corner, illuminating James with its bright lights. It slowly drives up next to him, pulling up to the curb just in front. The window rolls down and almost instantly the music becomes even more (annoying) loud. Biggy Smalls rapping over something akin to electronic bells chiming in mathmaticly perfect harmony. Smokey lets out some bluish grey smoke from his nostrails as he stares for a moment, then speaks "You need a ride dawg?"
(tristan)
He laughs and arches a brow at Kemp. “What, seeing me isn’t enough? And here I thought you said you were gonna join the home boys team.” Winks, teasing, and fully expecting a smack for the insinuation. Then he takes the key and brow lifts at Dustin, and that slow grin is somehow just for him. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” Before it’s tucked into his pocket- the one without the hole.He stretches slowly, then shakes his head, digging for battered pack and lighter. “Of course. Don’t I always?” A wink, before he looks around, shoulders hunching against the wind. “Almost out though. Let’s head that way and I’ll get another pack.” Random direction that (coincidentally, of course) will take them past an as yet unseen Eagle playing Crow on a certain bench not too far away.
And then, a long look at Kemp, the question clear in his eyes that he doesn’t voice aloud...
(kemp)
Shrugs with that look before starting off in the indicated direction. "Go ahead, say it. She said she thinks she's pregnant. I must have super cum, that's all I can think. Miracle it hasn't eaten through the floor or something. Or swam through the water system and made every woman in the city preggers."(james)
as the window rolls down and the music flares
James' expression of interest and enjoyment cannot be described in words suitable for public consumption
for a half moment, the Ahroun toys with dislodging a length of rebar from his pack
and sending it straight through the neon's hood and into the engine
then the smoke clears and the expression leans more towards a lopsided smile"Nuh." with a half-shake of his head infused with trademark Eagle nod up "Campin' a bit 'fore head'n' back. S'up?"
(dustin)
He nods- "sorry man- dont mean to be a pain- havent come across the money im used to yannow?" Red lighter pulled out he lights one. "ill getcha back though i promise"(smokey)
He shrugs "Looking for this mark that was fucking with my girl." he turns the music down and fucks with something where the ignition should be but obvously wasn't. After some doing the entire car dies with a vauge thud. He reaches under the seat and grabs something, then steps out of the car against the back door. "So am I just sick or you feel something is about to go down too?"(tristan)
He nods and hooks an arm around kemps shoulders in a one armed (manly!) hug, before ruffling his hair. “We’ll work it through. Soon as you two decide what you’re gonna do.” Before he chuckles at Dustin. “No problem, man, you know that. Mi casa, su casa and all that shit. What goes will come around.” There’s a grin and wink. He doesn’t mind sharing, in fact, lights up one of his own too. “Though, of course, Kemp won’t kiss us now.”(kemp)
"That's right no kissing." Drudging along with a deep sigh before speaking again. "Guess we'll have to get married and stuff. But I guess I can't get married and stuff till I'm legal age since I don't have parents to sign for me and I sorta ran away back in Jersey."(james)
the (forever) lopsided smile wanders into a smirk
its translation and meaning left to others to decide
James makes the vague impression of scooting over to offer room on the bench"Won'er why th' city fel' worse'n 'fore I lef' it." Empire State twang coupled with the battlescar slur making a strange concoction of an accent "Not jus' you. Can' place th' fuck it is, though."
(tristan)
He shakes his head, slightly. “Need to decide if she’s going to have the kid first – well, actually, need to make sure it’s not some fluke and Virgin jitters first. She very well could be late simply because of stress. It was only a few days and all. Then need to decide if you two are going to have it, keep it, etc. There’s a lot of discussion you two need to do - Without broadcasting it all over the neighborhood.” Mild chide there for last nights behavior.Then a shrug. “And whatever you decide you know I’ll back your ass up. No need for a shotgun wedding and shit, thought, it is two thousand almost fucking four after all.”
(smokey)
He shrugs tucking up the gun at his side and throwing his sweat shirt over it. Glock 17. 'Used' one at that. Cheap, but it works. Had to get a replacment after the whole demon tearing his bowls out and what not. "God only knows what now. We got spawning pools in the Caern, we got man eaters hunting kin, we got rumors of a hive somewhere. Next thing ya know a valcono is gonna appear in the middle of fuckin grant park and shit."(dustin)
Longgg drag- hold- exhale. thank gaia for small miracles- something as simple as a carbon monoxide poison filled cancer sticks - listening to Tris coach Kemp - he cant help but chuckle at the comment about the broadcasting the dirty laundry. Smoke comes out his nose and mouth at the unexpected chuckle and he shakes his head. "Entertaining though either way" he smirks - walking next to the pair. "Yannow, gotta admit- i didnt even think id be seein 200 fucking 4" smirk playing along his lips once more--"so im guessin im ahead of the game eh?"(james)
he doesn't particularly react to Smokey's piece
unless it was pointed at the base of his skull and the trigger pulled
it wasn't really something the Gnawer had to worry about
it's the rest of it that actually causes a chain of events within the Ahroun's muscular body
the near-filtered Camel is flicked to the gutter
freehand now used to give the bridge of his nose an impromptu massage
deep brown eyes closing at the portent".... now tha' yeh mention it....." dryly. shoulders roll in a shrug "I'll as' my pack t'night, see what they' pick' up since I been at th' Green. C'n sen' whatev'r I find back through th' Chain."
stop.
backtrack.".....Which. Kin."
there's something about the way the bristling Garou is looking back at his Tribesmate which.... well..... the portent about the growing volcano seems a lot more inviting at this moment
(tristan)
He looks at Kemp and just nods. “I just mean it’s a decision both of you need to make. After all, you’re not the one pregnant. However, you know I’ll help however I can. Was planning on getting my own place anyway, I’ll set up a day care just for you. We’ll want him and care for him and make sure he’s ok....” Chuckles, then holds up a finger. “On one freaking condition – you use a fucking condom next time and every time! Got it?”Raising Kemp was hard enough. But well, others need, the hood provides. Kid seems to be getting a crash course in all sorts of things the past month. But no way was he going to let any child feel unwanted when he could do something to help. Put a cramp in his style, sure, but figure it should only be part time with Selphie’s help, and well, it is his duty as Kin, right? Right. So. Moving on. (And don’t be mistaken – he’s hoping it’s just virgin jitters... he’s really hoping..)
He chuckles at Dustin and nods. “So it would seem. Better then being behind the game, right?”
((st))
to MULTIPLE: (( ~in answers to Smokey's question. You all feel the ground begin to vibrate. Tiki Bars and hula girls appear. A giant volcano lifts up from the street like some giant pimple ready to burst!!~))(smokey)
He shrugs "None in particular. I just heard that shits the other night from my girl. I guess all of em." Alot of people would quiver and shake and all that nonesense at the inferno of rage standing before Smokey. But he dosn't. Its alot more then not his style, its more his mind set. James freaks out on him or something, he'll probably die. Maybe not, but probably. Aint shit he can do to change that though, so why bother? Atleast he can go out hard if it does happen. "Mine is named Samie. Bout my age. 18..." he winks "If you know what I mean. She mentioned it to me."(kemp)
"She doesn't have a choice. If she's pregnant she's gotta have it." Very clear and simple to him. Anything else was unforgivable in his book. "And who can think of condoms when they are busy getting lessons from a virgin using the internet? Ya'd think if birth control was something she was worried about, she'd mentioned that along with the, you didn't do it right."(dustin)
A shrug - this was definately where Tristan and Dustin were -oh-so-different. This gnawer wouldnt be runnin any daycare- takin care of an kid- noble gesture or not- Fuck that would be a living hell to him. Kids havin kids- He was glad his parents- even bein the piece of crap they were- instilled the whole- cover your stump before you hump- value. Fuck that--Dustin had no interest in bringing a kid into this fucked up world- at least not right now- That was for certain. This kid has no clue what he was in for- Say goodbye to the short-lived-childhood you almost had. He shakes his head a couple times n answers the pretty boy--"Been behind the game lots too"
(tristan)
Oy. Vey. He just rubs his temple with the heel of his hand and nods to Kemp. That kid can make even the most patient of men want to scream at times. But as he just got him to deal with the whole gay issue without beating in heads, he’s going to lay off the women’s rights issue for now. Going to have to let the kid grow up anyway, and now far faster then either of them wanted. “Just talk – and I mean talk not fly off the handle – to Selphie and make the decisions together. S’all I’m saying.” And all he’s going to say too.A grin and a nudge of Kemps shoulder with his own. Affectionate, before he turns to Dustin, and leads them farther down the street where in the distance, a block or so, shows the Eagle turned crow bristling rage. “Yeah, me too. More then once – but we always manage to pull out, if not on top, somewhere near breathing level anyway.”
(jude)
*Jude comes along the riverfront for his nightly jog, he is wearing a pair of blue jeans, t-shirt and a hoodie, on his head is a stocking cap.
He stops by the river and leans over, taking a break and leaning over the rail*(kemp)
"I'm willing to talk as long as I don't have to rub the magic crystal balls to see the answers. Not that I mind rubbing the balls and all. I just don't get no answers when I do. Get a good feeling and all, but not the answers she wants." Mouth going like it usually does while the other two talk.(james)
James is about two. breaths. from going ballistic
screw the prophecy volcano, the Ahroun's an earthquake looking for a building to shake down
it's been over six months since he's seen his mate
he just got back from New Fucking York
it's the time of year he hates above all else
the city feels more fucked up than before he left it
and now.... now the maneaters have graduated to the kinfolk course of their meal
maybe Smokey should just point that Glock at the base of his skull and get it over with"Mine's Tris'n." weight shifts to pull off the bench and grab his pack "'n I gotta fin' him. Now. Tha' ride still up?"
(sammi)
Stay off it. He had suggested Ok maybe told. But regardless she wasnt quite the type to follow directions well. Stay off it...she had stayed off it, all day, and now, she was back on it. Crutches? Nope. She in fact was walking [limping, but only slighlty]
as she headed up the street. Having scored a good day today.Wad of bills in her pocket and a smile on her face.
She is not much older then 18, jeans tight and forming on her round bootie. Black hoodie over layers as usual. Hood pulled up over her somewhat wild hair.
First of all she was out alone...probably not smart. secondly she was supposed to be letting that leg heal...but hey cant blame her, shes a rebel.(dustin)
He chuckles once more. "Guess so" he nods--flicking the smoke to the street. "Where we goin anyways?"
Finally used to these winter nights--he wasnt even all that cold. Eyes darting to each and every corner and alleyway as they walk- just waiting for something creepy to pop out and ruin the night. It was almost expected by this point.(smokey)
Smokey shrugs and pushes himself off the car. "You the navigator or the capin?" Opening the door and leaning in, setting all the things up in the jerrie rigged card until it vrooms to life, lights and stero coming on as well."(tristan)
He just has to laugh at the kid. If nothing else, he’s an endless source of amusement and he just grins. “Enjoying the slippery stuff you got for Christmas then, are you?” before chuckling at Dustin and nods up the way. “Circle K up there. Getting smokes before we run out again.” Pause, and a mental count at how much he has in his pockets still... “and a dog or something... m’starved.” Oh the shock – the Gnawer kin is hungry.(kemp)
"How can I? It's locked up in the warehouse where we can't get in to. I tell ya, I have left marks on the wall where I smashed into it trying to get in so many times I still dream I'm doing it even when awake."
(sammi)
I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lotShe continues up the street... quietly watching around her...she may be dumb to be out alone, but she was definately aware of her surroundings and not bein too stupid.
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave himShadows dance on the buildings, people walk by her...and she just continues up the street, slight limp, but she could run if she had to.
(dustin)
Looking up the way - he nods and hands go back to his pockets--only this was not for warmth, just habit. Tomorrow he would score some cash and toss some Tristans way. Guy had been givin him handouts the last week--and he wanted to at least get him back. Plus he was gonn pay t-bone a visit, fucker still owed him a favor-- 'n since the ol bitty died, favor wasnt called in on yet. He watches the 2 as they talk--seemingly quiet tonight, but the foul mood from last night has definately since passed. Which was good--even though the moon didnt prevoke any rage in him, being around Dustin in a foul mood still was no walk in the park.(james)
"Nav."he's circling the poor jimmied neon to the passenger door
it's not that his driving skills aren't up to par
he just rather not destroy the car then owe Smokey a ride back to the skids
that's when his Rage inspired tunnel-vision finally takes in the others on the street
including a set of three amigos about a block down the way
it's the tall one with curls sticking out from beneath cap that has his interest
and the flurry of animalistically directed movement..... stops..... well then. fancy that.
"Neh'min'."
relief floods off the raggedyman Garou in a visable wave
the comment tossed over his shoulder at the other Gnawer
pack slung over his shoulder for a beeline towards the three
something about his pace means business(smokey)
He shrugs and reverses the process, eventually killing the engine again. Didn't mean shit to him. Not like he's paying for the gas.(tristan)
He chuckles and nods. “Thought you were gonna call that chick and get a steppin lesson? Do that soon, will ya?” He chuckles and looks down the alley way they’re passing, tension coiled somewhere at the base of his spine, but they move by unmolested (some times the past few days – well, it’s a rare treat, that) and when he looks up farther ahead he sees the fast stepping rage machine headed their way.Others part from his path, and no doubt these two will as well, but he can’t help the grin that spreads slow (thank god he’s ok – odd the thoughts that mirror) in welcome as he nudges his companions. “Lookit what the rat done dragged home...” And aside to Dustin. “S’my bro... James, headed this way.” He doesn’t have to say anything about that business like stalk, it’s clear to him that he means business. And he’s not sure he wants to tell him all that’s been going on, but he also knows he’d never hold back either. He owes James too much – including honesty. (and what he wouldn’t give for a nice long ‘you done good glad your alive’ hug on top of it all. But he’ll happily take a few moments of his time.)
and he steps up the pace a bit to meet James at an even halfway point.
(dustin)
And as the words come out of Tristans mouth - the rage filled beast avalanches towards them. oh great Sure it was Tristans -bro- but the way he was barrelling over towards them- it didnt seem like it was gonna be any Brady Bunch Family Reunion. In fact the way he was staling towards them- Dustin couldnt ignore the feeling in his guy to maybe turn the other way and go - anywhere- else. But he doesnt- He nods one at Tristans comment and awaits his fate. Which by the looks of it -isnt too good-(kemp)
There was a mixture going through Kemp. Glad to see James, and yet a little ticked with the way he and Tristan had been just about dumped on their own with no sure way to get inside out of the cold. Muttering while picking up the pace. "Having had time to do anything, not with everything with Selphie and all."(danah)
The Toyota Celica stopped in the same place it did the other night -- not that far from the incident and not that far from the warehouse either, incidentally. The stereo is pumping a loud bass electronic stream of music; muffled by the car's metal doors it sounds like incomprehensible noise. As the car pulls to a rest it idles for a half a minute, enough for the buzzing noise to slowly fade and eventually die -- the song finished. The engine dies, the lights turn cold, and Danah casually lifts herself from the driver seat. Just like before she has a target in mind, and abandons her car for it, moving with purpose, intent. The streets aren't exactly spilling over at 10:00 on some of these streets, but the few civillians she encounters seem to shy away.(james)
there are several ways James could approach thishe could sprint the last few yards and tackle Tristan in a "thank GAIA you're ALIVE!" type of homecoming hug
he could sprint the last few yards and knock Tristan cold wondering what the hell he was doing out with maneaters in the city
he could, as a third choice, instill no physical contact and instead demand explanations for the past two weeks
but Gnawers are creatures of touch and contact
silent affirmation of pack and family in the processes developed by canid ancestors
body language composing endless prose and ascertation which not a single phrase could sufficeat the halfway point - fists wrap in the lapels of the kinfolk's jacket
were he not taller than the Ahroun, Tristan's feet could easily leave the ground
instead, there's a barely tempered brutal strength that - slowly - draws the prettyboy into crackling sphere of Rage
and a showman's voice schooled to capture the ears of an entire street drops to whisper (seeth) to a single pair"Tell. Me. Y'u're. All. Righ'."
the last time he touched Tristan with this kind of inner turmoil, there was fear in the kinsman's eyes.....
(kemp)
"Oh man, you guys aren't gonna kiss are you?" Forcing out a groan around the smile dancing across his face. Turning to make kissy faces at Dustin and hold his arms wide for a hug. "Give it to me baby."(dustin)
Oh yeah- now that was something like what he had expected. The three of them- or at least the 2 kin were about to be lifted up and cadapulted into the sky- only to fall to end up with cracking bones and bruises. Or maybe Tristan- bein the rage-machines bro n all would get the questions and Dustin would be lucky enough to take the flight alone--or even maybe something worse-- who knew.
Spin the wheel see where it lands-
A toss up. He glances quickly at the sky to check for the giant moon, in case he needed to show --elbows and asshole-- and run like hell. Shit- was Tristan ok? Hell no.
All the shit hed gone through since Christmas night. He could start tellin this dude now and not be done for about an hour.
Dustin was glad of one thing- at least he tried to help Tris out, pullin strings, maybe that wouldnt go unnoticed. Unless of course the time to talk is never given and this dude ripped off his head and shit down his neck.
The look in the Garous eyes obvioulsy showed he meant only business-- so a smart kinfolk stays silent for now.
He shakes his head looking right at Kemp. dude not now--this doesnt look like play time to me
(tristan)
There’s several ways it could be handled, and perhaps he has his own druthers of what he’d like. The first, most definitely. The second, well, it wouldn’t surprise him but he sure wouldn’t be happy about it after the fact. The third, he expects fully to encounter no matter the other things.He is a creature that revels in contact, that thrills in touch, that needs the connection of brotherhood he gets from his tribesmate, his family his brother.
Fist wraps around lapels, and he’s pulled closer into the slow burning boiling seethe, glad that he is taller so that his feet remain on the ground, pulled close to that tempered strength into a force of rage that pulls a moan from his throat, barely choked off before it’s completely heard. Hands lift and rest against James’, before sliding along his arms, the coiled muscles jumping with barely controlled seethe as he demands his answers in a simple sentence....
And receives it in the same. “I’m alright.”
Where Dustin is suddenly worried, and Kemp makes normal jokes, the pretty boy’s gaze is locked on his brothers – not in challenge, and though there may be some fear there purely because of how very close to the edge James seems to be, mostly, there’s relief, to have him home. Have him close. Hands slide to a stop along his shoulders, and he finishes the sentence. “It’s been bad. Was hurt, got patched up, they almost killed Roxanne, things have been bad. But I’m ok.” Could be worse. Could be dead.
(danah)
The alley was relatively easy to find, its location soddered into the folds of Danah's memory. The smell was still strong -- nobody came to remove the source. Gag reflex. A hand quickly covered her mouth, and she tried not to breathe, through nose or mouth. Shaking her head she quickly turned and left the alley, disgusted enough with just witnessing it. Shaking off the aura of death, she continued backtracking.. following invisible footprints in the sidewalk.One, two, three..four men in the street. Gaze turns forward, waiting until she nears before taking another look.
(dustin)
a group of domesticated animals trained to hunt or run together --a group of often predatory animals of the same kind a wolf packThe definition of a pack was pretty self explanitory. Tristan, James and Kemp - all a part of that said-pack-. Dustin however, had not been a part of any sort of pack- in fact he had usually stayed away from such packs. Partially due to the fact he had managed to stay out of the Garou lifestyle for a good portion of his life. Secondly cause he had never found the right group to Trust
Trust didnt come easy for him. Very few he truly trusted, and yet after a week. Tristan was on the short list.
(you can trust me) He remembers the words- and knew it was the truth.
So he stands there, hands in his pocket. That strange feeling in his gut, the one similar to when you are standing near a rabid dog who happens to be attached to the fence with a chain - just out of reach.
But this beast was not attached by any such chain - nor was he being retrained at all. Dustin felt as if the large red target was on him- the Garou was gonna need an outlet for the rage - Dustin could feel the rage pouring from the beast.
Unsettling in fact.
But he remains right next to Tristan. Standing there. Still silent.(james)
the relief is..... breif, at best
a proverbial emotional rollercoaster trapped in the body of a single Ahroun
the tension drains away at the simple answer
and slowly - devastatingly - tightens again as the explanation continues
Tristan can feel it as hands slide over heavy protective layers of clothing
bands of muscle wrapping steel around skeleton as he. fights. for. control.
it would be so easy to lash out and maul, destroy something to feel better for but a momentand for a split second, maybe that moment is found
his head drops, dreads spilling against Tris' shoulder when his brow leans against it
the miniscule drop of broad shoulders, the sighing breath, beneath kinsman hands speaking what he, himself, right now cannot"'House. Twen'y."
it's all he can force out through clenched teeth
it's a slow and controlled movement of one arm to pull the pack off his shoulder
and it's slung into Kemp's openly waiting arms - hard enough to nearly take the kid off his feet
followed up with a glare meant for the kissing remark
mangled jaw kept firmly shut to save publically reminding the boy of his place infront of a Fostern
that's when James unwinds his fingers from Tristan's coat
deliberately turning and walking away
finding something to take the frustration out on that's not the trio before him(kemp)
And he doubles over, breath knocked from him and the feeling he's going to throw up when he can breath again. Falling face first to the pavement. The second time in less than a week to kiss the sidewalk with his face. Not moving a muscle because he forgot how to breath for now.(Tristan)
He can feel the tension, the minute relaxation before it coils up again, as fingers slide under dreds, resting against the back of James’ neck when brow finds his shoulder, showering him in the slide of dreds. Breath leaves in a soft exhalation, as the contact says so many things that need never be said in words, and there’s a slight caress of hidden fingers as he nods and agrees. “Twenty.”He doesn’t even try to restrain the Fostern as he pulls away – it would be silly to even try, and though the Pretty boy is many things? He is certainly not silly. Or stupid. In fact, his hands slide away just as slowly, keeping the contact until the last minute before he’s fully released from the Ahroun’s grip.
Alice pack is slammed into Kemp’s chest, and the glare that follows is noted, even as his hand rests against the knuckles finally releasing the lapels of his coat. Only after his friend turns away does he fully breathe again. Hands slide through curls – knocking off knit cap in the process, catching it and tugging it back on before he bends to retrieve the pack and sling it over his shoulder. “Let’s go boys. Smokes then back to the ‘House in 20.”
Yes. Dustin was included in that – if he wants to be. After all, he’s family. Though he does give him an out with a soft (apologetic?) smile... “You can ditch before then if you want...” He’d completely understand.
(kemp)
Rebar in the pack was a wonderful thing when it slammed into you. Thinking he just might stay where he was cause the cement was cool against his face and frankly, he wouldn't have to deal with more shit down here. Slowly rolling over to sit. All the good humor in him was totally gone, retreating back to that safe place it went after Decker had tried to rape or kill him, still not sure which it was.(danah)
Another series of steps, the sound of boots clicking on pavement following on her heels. Unheard intimacies exchanged, hugs, grabs, and the sound of a body smacking the pavement, unmoving. An eyebrow lifts, curiously. As the walking ball of Rage walks away, Danah continues her approach, her head peering forward as though she were stalking some unseen prey.She stops on the sidewalk, paralleling the trio on the street. Placing her back firmly against the building behind, she settles her gaze on the group, obviously watching. She tucks her hands into her pockets.
(dustin)
Smokes.
That part he was all for, smokes was part of the plan he definately was all about. The other half- the house in 20- he wasnt completely sure about. Lets see, put yourself in a room with a ball of rage ready to explode, as his kin tells him all the shit goin on in this city...or do
anything else.
But it seems the loudmouthed smartass kid was getting the rage tossed at him- which was not only apporpriate for once- but also appreciated.
He doesnt hear Danah, he didnt have that super-human hearing and sense of smell. Nope. He is looking to Tristan, then to the street heading to his -garage-home. A shrug.
"Dont mind comin if you dont think im gonna have my spleen ripped out of my mouth."(kemp)
He'd come to the conclusion that when you couldn't think, you beat up people and so far everyone able to seemed to be out to prove his theory was correct. Point in fact, it had happened again. Brooding green gaze lifting for a bare moment to land on the figure across the way before looking down again. Nope, he'd had enough shit in the past week. Even got the icing on the cake from one he had respected and trusted. Sure didn't want alamode with it. Slowly rising without a sound. He'd make sure Tristan got back to the Warehouse, but then he was out of there.(tristan)
He sinks to a crouch by Kemp and reaches out to nudge his chin up. “Kemp? Bad time to mouth off to an elder. Remember there’s rank involved... but it’ll be alright. Come on.” And he stands and offers a hand to the kid as he rises,About the time that Danah stops and watches, and he lifts his gaze to hers, brow arching slightly, questioning.
Then he grins at Dustin, and hooks an arm around his shoulders and tugs him closer for a moment, taking a breath. “Brave man.” Chuckled softly. “Not sure what to expect, but hopefully he’s taking the edge off against a car or something first.” There’s a squeeze of his shoulder that lingers a little before his hand drops. “Let’s go boys.” And he’s leading the trio off toward the store.
(kemp)
Not a word, best not to say what was boiling around inside him like heartburn. He doesn't see any of these bastards for weeks. No one tells him shit, including how to deal with rank or what rank is other than everyone was something he wasn't and then when he does see one of them. Shaking his head and reaching up to pull the hat down nearly over his eyes. He'd follow and drift away.(danah)
Oh no, not that easy. Not that easy by a long goddamn shot -- too much time invested now. A high-pitched powerful whistle rips across the street. Followed by a single index finger, which crooks and gestures him across the street. Which one? Kemp.(dustin)
Something about a simple touch- Something about a brief glance or a simple touch that just seemed to mean something more- or maybe not. Custins head had been spinning like a demonic merry-go-round out of control. Or a rollercoaster even, the ups and downs- the round and rounds. Squeeze on shoulder- eyes move to Kemp as he acts like a puppy who had peed on the floor. bad dog and He nods to Tristan. "Brave man - or glutton for punishment" he smiles and his own hand -dicreetly- without hesitation lands on Tristans - on his shoulder- quick squeeze - and then it is gone. That smirk spreads back across his lips. Now that raging beast had taken leave. He nods once and starts off towards the store with Tristan. Unsure if Kemp was coming as well. "why do i think this --meeting-- isnt gonna be a party?" he winks once at Tristan.
Shit- he trusted Tristan-(kemp)
Posted by james at December 30, 2003 12:00 AM
Looking towards the sound of the whistle with a sense of dread. Either way he looked at it, he was going to get pissed on. If he went across the street, James would kill him. If he didn't go across the street, wasn't he ignoring the rank shit and then the woman would beat the shit out of him. Screwed either way he looked at it and about had it up to his eyeballs.
Finally calling out. "Can't right now, you're going to have to take a number to beat the shit out of me. I gotta do this." And he was pretty sure he was dead meat either way.
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