December 31, 2003.12.31.03. - catching up [dustin-tristan] *me[pack warehouse]
(james)
twenty minutes later
as a change of pace from previous weeks - the warehouse door is unlocked
the inside of the place is slowly but surely warming up
the Ahroun's little trick changing the temperature from what's on par with the night
to something a lot more comfortable when combined with the jumpstarted generator humming in the backgroundJames has settled within domesticity's island, back facing the door
legs swirling the pattern of BDU's into an indian-style criss-cross
his jacket and shirt(s) shrugged off onto the long abandoned mattress
dreads are tied back into some festive assortment beneath the faded bandana
smoke rising lazily from the Camel clamped between his teeth
long lines of his back are marred by the latticework of ashed scars
the savagery of which could have only been caused by chrinos claws
something filleted him open from shoulders to tailbonebut that's not what he's concentrating on
instead, some music plays softly from the boombox
and his head's bent to read the insert pulled from jewelcase
that, however, is carefully cradled in a rather bloody towel
more crimson dripping and drying from the lacerations covering his arms
at least with Rage blown - he's a far more inviting than imposing Garou(tristan)
Kemp stays back to talk to Danah, and will catch up. Smokes were bought, and with the last he had in his pocket he made sure they had at least a 6pack, unable to remember how much beer was at the warehouse anymore. It’s been a couple days since he’s made it inside after all. He’s been relatively quiet, but the calm that comes with knowing family’s home as brought that playful glint back to his gaze.Reaching the door, he grabs and pushes, and grins to find it open, bowing a little to Dustin. “After you.” Before he heads inside and toward the island of domesticity in the center of the mostly empty warehouse. The music playing widen’s that grin, and he even manages (in the face of blow Rage) a soft. “Hi honey, I’m home.” While setting down the beer, the pack of smokes, and moving instantly over toward his out of the way shelf to pull down his violin case. Over his shoulder. “Dustin, Gnawer kin - James, BeeGee Full moon and m’bro.” In introduction even as he’s opening the case and making sure his baby is in one piece.
(dustin)
Ok.
No problem- right? He enters the wherehouse. A quick glance around- yup this was the same place he had ran into when the --Quentin Tarantino- esque scene was taking place- the strider beaten to a pule- the piss stained handede theurge healing him- the chaos of that night--same place.
Different faces, but same place.
So that was James- heard bout him- not too much he was sure- but he had heard enough to know business was business-
Not a time for fun and games - nor jokes- he saw that with the reaction to the smartass kid on the street.
Glance to the bloody towel - good maybe his spleen would remain in his body another night. Garou made him nervous anyways.
The smile still spreads across his lips and he does make eye contact with the beast. "Hey" he does get one word out.
"Nicetameetcha" - look another word.(james)
dark eyes swing over his shoulder, holding Dustin for a few moments
battlescared Fostern sizing up the kin previously ignored
jaw drops a bit as cheeks collapse in inhale
soon enough a plume of smoke putting a hazy curtain between them
that's when the Ahroun twists to rise from the ground
case set carefully pack on top of the 'box
steps forming a far milder approach this time around"You been takin' care a m' boy?"
chin lifts up in a nod towards Tristan checking on his violin
(dustin)
Ok that was a question to him- first he had to shake the heebie jeebies from the stare he had received.
Clearing his throat - finding the vocal cords and summoning them to speak once more. "Tryin to" he nods. That was a fair enough answer. In fact he had tried - like- hell. Even got them a place to hide out at while --maneaters-- feasted on whatever was out there screamin bloody murder that night.Tristan in fact had taken care of him as well- funny how that was.
Shifting his weight a bit from foot to foot. eyes move to Tristan hoping for some help here.(tristan)
All in one piece. There’s no disguising the relief in his sigh as he runs fingers over gleaming wood, noting carefully the temperature and deciding to let it warm slowly along with the rest of the warehouse. And you can be damn sure that he’s not going to leave the warehouse without it again. His lively hood, the case at times his only protection, and well, his baby. He feels naked without it.He replaces it back on its shelf, all tucked away with care before he turns to join the other two in the ‘main’ area. Or so it would seem. He chuckles at that and sticks his tongue out at Dustin behind James’ back. “We been taking care of each other.” No need to say he put him up and spent his last dollar to make sure he had a place to sleep off his fever. “though he seems hard pressed to keep me out of trouble completely...” Oh there’s pure evil in that grin that is still behind James’ back, though voice remains even and easy.
(james)
the lanky Full Moon walks right on up to Dustin
still holding that, admittedly, unnerving gaze
if he can look Blood Eagle in the eye without turning away, sizing up a kin really isn't an issue
there's a bit of a grin that quirks lopsided at Tristan's explanation
then, with a final wipe of towel across bloody, swollen, and somewhat bruising hand
(what DID he beat the shit out of before heading back here??)
he holds it out to shake"Then pleas're's mine." spoken with that mangled-jaw induced slur "'n I owe ya one."
(dustin)
He - is- coming- towards- me.
Eyes watching the dreaded (literally) beast and he almost takes a step back - but he doesnt.
Pleasure?
he actually breathes a sigh of relief -oops-
and smirks a bit in embarrasment before offering a hand of his own.
"Must say, it was kinda a full time job" he chuckles - trying like -HELL - to relax a bit.
"Seems Tris here has been finding trouble even when he isnt lookin for it" he nods.
"But was no problem- actually kept me on my toes"(tristan)
He Chuckles, and swipes a clean towel to offer to his bro as he shakes his head., muttering.... “Not my fault I seem to be as tasty as I am pretty. Between Kemp and his girl and all the other shit, I’ve been hard pressed to breathe....”Grins as he winks at Dustin, before falling to sit on the couch, sprawled comfortably, near instantly. As hard as Dustin is trying to relax, it seems Tristan is completely at home in a way he hasn’t seen before.... even with worried family (both ways, thank you), he feels much better now that he’s home.
(james)
the Ahroun actually laughs at that
which may continue the unnerving motif because it's fairly obvious - not even counting the ability to see the wirey muscle flexing over forarm in the shake - that he could obliterate the boy without really thinking twice
and he's.... laughing"Foun' thatou' too, huh?" a strafing glance towards the prettyboi "Funny tha'..."
Tristan doesn't seem the only one that's completely changed
James also seems an utterly different being than Dustin previously witnessed
blowing off some steam definitely contributes to this switch in mood
but it seems he, too, prospers in the company of beloved family
even if there is still the underlying tension (heartbreak?) that's itching beneath his skin"Kemp'..... g'rl?"
deep umber eyes switchstance to the sprawled kinsman in something between curiosity and shock
there's a part of him - the manly man - that would begin to cheer the boy finally got laid
there's a part of him - the prudent Garou - that would begin to realize nothing is as simple as that around this pack
and by the time he's at the coffeetable and pulling out a longneck from the sixpack
one finger's held up for Tristan to just hold. that. thought.
first things first: one beer tossed to each of the kin
his own cracked open and over half drained
and then he? is taking his bloody self to the showerhe reeks of New York, subways, busses and whatever else he finagled to get back to Chicago
he is stressed out, pissed off, and far more grimey and worse for wear than anything
and now it seems like the night is going to involve one hellishly long series of explanations
so shower. now.(dustin)
"Shit, Kemps got girl problems i would wish on my worst enemy"
He takes the beer- and finds a spot next to Tristan on the couch. Eyes move to Tris then to James.
Ok so what up with going from raging bull to playful dog. Garou Mood swings were incredible.Not even explainable.
As soon as he opens the beer he is watching the Ahroun get up and head to --somewhere back there- which he can only assume is to the shower--or bed--or to go play more with whatever he could have back there beaten to a pulp.
Regardless-- he wasnt gonna inquire, he was just glad his organs were all still in tact.(tritan)
He chuckles and nods to the question. “Yeah...” and he starts to continue, but instead holds that thought. They have a lot to catch up on, and he grabs the beer, pops the top and toasts his boy. “Welcome home, pa...” with a wink.He takes his bloodied self to the shower, the water heater should be well and heated up now thanks to gift and generator, leaving the Ahroun to fully enjoy a really long hot shower to wash it all from his skin (if not from his mind) before the long explanations and stories begin.
The Kin obviously would have been a Galliard if things were different. And for the first time – he wishes they were. He wants that one eyed fucker pretty bad.
But it’s shrugged off and he grins at Dustin and arches a brow. “Told you my bro was the shit....”
(dustin)
Posted by james at December 31, 2003 12:00 AM
He nods.
"frankly im glad he didnt rip any vital organs otu of me before he left--but it seems something else-" he nods to the bloody towel- "got the rage first"
He leans back and lets out a sigh of relief. "can see why you were wantin him back though- seems hes gotcher back for sure-" he noticed the relief int he Garou when he saw the pretty boy was ok on the street.
Drinking from the beer and pulling out a smoke- offering one to Tristan first. Smiling at him.
"You look much happier to be back in here, i was wonderin when yer smile was gonna come back"
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