April 05, 2004
.04.05.04. - top dawg [city gnawers]

[riverfront, mcdonald's]

(jim larson)
Jim sat in a booth at the McDonalds munching on some french fries and a Big Mac, sipping a large coke, he waited in the very back, the fast food resturaunt was pretty empty today.

(yuliya)
One could wonder how Yulya hears anything [she hears everything....] but sure enough she comes striding into the fast food place with an expressionless face, that heavy leather jasket she always wore covering over her torso in anonymous weight. Black jeans, sturdy boots, pale face framed in wild lanky dark hair. She's one who has been little seen by the Garou of late, except Katya... lovely svelte Katya who had left her an apartment without word one day.

Don't you just hate that?

Dark eyes catching on Jim and to Jim she went. She didn't feel like whatever roadkill was on the menu today.

(jim)
Jim looked up and faintly recognized her, he absently thought "Wasn't she one of sputnik's kin?" he looks up at her and nods guesturing to the seat and offering a few fries without much word.

(yuli)
Slid easily into the seat opposite him, a few fries snagged at the silent offer. She says little, shoulders moving some to adjust to sitting. He could only imagine what was under the jacket... if anything. The only adornment, and t minor, was a small gold locket around ehr neck. It seemed so strangely out of place on the hard bitten kin girl.
"Did I miss meeting, or did arrive early?"

(jim)
jim looked at her and shook his head looking back to the bulk of the resturaunt "Early."

(james)
tonight - the moon is accepted as full
luckily, this particular Mccy D's is already particularly empty
else the appearence of one dreadlocked raggedyman would make it so
damn quickly

he chooses the booth just behind Jim and Yuliya
sliding in until his back is to the wall

(yuli)
"Get soda then.."
And she does just that, peeling some crisp bills form her pocket as she gathers a cup from the counter and pays the bored employe behind. Filling it she sat and gave James a nod of the head.
"I see still kicking James.."
The face cracks into a smirk... last time she saw him was on the bad end of a Kung Pao chicken fest.

(harold alder)
~Harold come into the McDonalds a bit late but thats what happens from time to time when your talking with a spirit you lose track of time. Harold is dressed as always jeans a shirt and his multi colored poncho and his back back slung over his shoulder. Its hard to change your style when you have two sets of clothes. He looks around trying to spot any one when he spies Jim and Hal heads over after buying a big mac meal~ Any of you guys hungry? ~He says to Jim and those assembled~

(jim
Jim nods up to james and continues picking at his fries "Not sure how many more're gonna show i think only hal's left, and speak of the devil" Nod up to hal "Nah i'm good" he points to the burger and fries he was picking at. "But i'm not gonna speak fer the others."

(james)
"S'm'thin' li'e tha', Yuli."

cracked smirk met with rogue wink
he hasn't forgotten the event, either
Eagle trait nod up handed out in greeting
then attention swings to Adler

"If y'r off'rin'..."

(yuli)
She just holds up the few fries of Jim's she was slowly chewing on, not apparently very hungry but Mickie D's made the best damned fries. Sip of cola and she waited, lounging back in her seat with a lithe ease.
"Nyet... Jim fries fine."

(jim)
Jim waited till they got settled taking a few bites of his burger and waiting for the others to get situated gnawers were nothing if not informal.

(harold)
"I am what can I get you?" ~He looks at James. He then turns and nods to Yuliya~ ~Russian~ Ahhh I do remember you Siberia isn't it?

(yuli)
"Da... we met on street... vodka run."
That same smirk. She's less cold and bitchy now... but its been months since Sputnik died and she'd reconciled with Una. Healing was progressing finally in spirit.

(james)
"Coupl'a qua'r poun'ers, cheese, 'n' a lar' fries'n co'e."

brow lifts in query of Harold needing that slowed down and translated
the thick Yank accent deeply slurred by battlescarred jaw, well...
no doubts there on why James didn't hit the counter himself

(harold)
~Russian~"Yes I remember you, you had a nice smell." ~He heads back to the counter and orders James order and then once he has it he sets it in front of James~ There you go.

(jim)
jim leaves part of his burger and some fries on the tray and leans back in the booth so he can take in all of those in attendance "So, Guess we're all here. What's up all?"

(yuli)
"Same shit, different day."
Sometimes even her broken english in that thick Russian accent is easy to manage. Sucking down a healthy gulp of cola and stealing a few more of Jim's fries she chuckled at Hal.
"Da... I shower regualrly. Gives nice smell."

( james)
"Thank' man." gratitude nodded and James inhales one entire burger in far fewer bites than is acceptable in anything than true Gnawer style before turning to the question at hand "Same 'here."

chin jerks up towards Mr. Buys The Food

"'cep' dunno him."

(harold)
~He sits down and begins to eat his food and between food~ "So what are we here about Jim I have my ideas why we are here but lets hear it from you."

(jim)
Jim nods "Might as wells give what passes fer introductions tween us." Jim looks at hal "I'm jim larson digs through trash, Ghetto warrior o' the quick."

(harold)
"I am Harold Alder Spirit talker for the Knights pack."

(yuli)
"Yulya Korjevna... I get shit... most you know what kind."
Yah, guns, knives, some few bombs on a rare occasion, cars, and more... that influence was a useful thing. Relaxing in the chair still cheweing through a frenchfry slowly.

(james)
"Jame' Brans'n, Fost' Fullmoon a Eagle."

(jim)
Jim nods "Now that the hi how are ya's're outta the way i'm guessin y'all wanna know why i called y'all here, since we got ourselves a new home i figgered we'd best show some kinda unified front and all less the higher ups take all the good shit we should have some kinda claim on, first things first, which one will represent our intrests? I know james' prolly the top dawg 'mong us." he gives james a sort og grin.

(yuli)
"I think woman logic represent best."
That dark brow lifting with a deapan gaze on the three garou she's sitting with, seemingly nonplussed by the amount of Rage beating aganst her.

A few loooooong moments and she chews up the rest of her fries.

"Kidding... is joke, da?"
Laughs a bit.

(james)
a (forever) lopsided grin counters the one offered
yeh, he's highest ranked allright
but there's been reason for his silence at other meetings

"Go'n."

(jim)
Jim nods to james "Well since we're usually the more reasonable of the groups where this sort of thing comes along Y'all want tah go for rank or put it tah a vote? After we figure out who's gonna represent us we can figure out what exactly we all want from this, and what's fair for us tah claim, you know how it is. I'm still low man on the totem pole and still learning but as it seems we're the only ones representing our intrests guess we're gonna need tah decide."

(james)
"Wh' we wan' is one thin'." this is slowed down to make sure he speaks clearly, no totemphone to help out among this bunch "S'who the res' of th' council g'nna lis'en to."

(harold)
"There in lies the problem James, were not even sure who is going to be on the council. As far as who they will listen too. Who honestly knows."

(yuli)
"Jim call much meeting all attend... "
Maybe thats her vote, it does seem to be a favorable opinon, not that all three weren't at least more then toelrated in ehr eyes. That said volumes right there.

(james)
"'zac'ly." muscular shoulders roll in a shrug and nod towards Harold "Though'r plan c'n be change' lat'r if't dun look 'ffective once't all fig'red out by th' res'."

not like Gnawers haven't adapted to social changes before

(jim)
Jim nods at james' point "Good point. Whoever speaks fer us has gotta be someone not only we can respect but ain't gonna cause the shaft from the higher ups. James here'd get respect cuza status but shit i dunno, I'd tak it if no one else wants it or feels they got a bigger claim'n me. I called y'all here tah see where we all stood."

(yuli)
Shoulders lifting in a shrug for the poltcal shit she's really not much concerned with. She told Una she was like a cockroach... all hell breaks loose and she's still there afterwards. Tenacious like that...
"Does matter? All good choice far as I know."

(harold)
"Well I doubt I will be wanting the spot myself so I think the choice is either Jim or James."

(james)
Yuliya gets pointed to with a french fry
then deep umber eyes glance to Jim
there's an element of resignation there

"Ain't partic'ly wh't I wan'ed f'r Chris'm's...." and that's pretty obvious ".... but rank 'n rep tend'a be lis'n to more, cuz we dunna wh'at bias we're g'nna have t' get pas' t ev'n be lis'n to."

(yuli)
She leans towards James and takes a bite of said pointed french fry with a smirk.
"No point if don't plan use..."

(harold)
"Agreed I think as usual our biggest problem is going to be the Fangs and Lords. I have yet to meet eiether one of those tribes I can tolerate for more then thirty seconds.. But then again whats new about that" ~He chuckles~

(jim)
Jim just sits back and listens to all sides. "I figger we all want what's best fer all o us and what we're all fightin tah protect right? Fangs an' lords're pretty hard tah handle but s'long as yah jes pat em on the head and let them think they're winning they're not so bad, that's the trick y'know. only so much shit one guy can suck up before he explodes."

(yuli)
Hal gets a bit of a long emasured look, considering it was a Lord who bled for the Crows in trying to save Sputnik and who helped save her sister. A Lord who helped her heal afterwards... and who recently left her set up in a good safe apartment after the frequently attacked hidey holes she'd been living in.
"I no problem with Lord... not all bad as some, Hal... prejudice no good."

(harold)
~He looks at Yu~ Well to each their own I have yet to meet a Lord in this city worth the trouble."

(james)
lips curl in a mock snarl
teeth bared at Yuli infront of a low - chuckling - growl
more in response to the other's opinions than her audacity at stealing his food
packing with a bunch of pissy Get
sometimes you forget what it's like to be around your own Tribe
and those with an outward sense of humor

"Jus' cause we make'm think we got a lead'r 'n rep' dun mean we gotta foll'w it behin' th' scene, eith'r."


(jim)
jim looks to yulya and shrugs "I take em on a one by one basis, best tah assume they're gonna try and fenaggle something, just tah keep yah on yer toes, but" he shrugs "Best rule of thmb i take is don't deal with the fangs or lords less yah have to."

(yuli)
Shrug given Hal and she resumes her easy lounge, draining off the last of her cola. Would ahev tasted better with a 'kick' but for some reason Mickie D's hadn't figured that out yet. James give a smirk and feigned shiver for his growl and low laughter ensued.

Yes she's been a lot less pissy as time went on. Cold at times, but this was family.

(harold)
"Like I said the choices are simple Jim or James. Which of you two would be best for the job?"

(jim)
Jim leaned back and sucked on a tooth watching the rest of the resturaunt for signed they were in danger of being eavesdropped on by those who shouldn;t be hearing this kind of stuff though they'd all taken pains to remain vague and use gnawer slang and code. he looks to harold "Why don't we put it tah a vote, push comes tah shove i'll concede tah higher status."

(yuli)
"I think both you should wrestle... in mud."
Oh my did she just say that... that smirk ever present as she picks fun at them.
"Winner take seat and I get good show."

(jim)
jim smirked at yuliya "Would the winner get a gold cup and a kiss on the cheek presented by yah in a bikini?" a wry smirk.

(james)
James almost spits out his coke laughing
it is a meticulous act of press lips together and swallow that saves him
and once he's free and clear to speak again..

"Wha'.... jus' a kiss? 'spect a leas' a strip tease f'r th' eff'rt."

(harold)
"I have a diffrent idea. Since I do not know James. You two should list qualities and faults of each other and then we will decide. I wish to know at least a bit of both contenders before I decide."

(yuli)
"I wore bikini for Sputnik... once."
For Christmas... th ill fated photos she'd lost when the wyrm had torn asunder her first apartment...
"And I knew him years... you I know... what? Months?"
She glances at Hal, the only serious one it would seem and nodded. Its not often she can relax even a little.

(jim)
Jim chuckles at james "I could go fer that too." He turns back and nods to hal and shrugs "That's a decent Idea." He looks to james "Whatcha say?"

(yuli)
Hands cup her breasts adn lift them... noticable cleavage showing but nothing indecent in public... snd smirks more.
"If this all it take, I take over with good pair breasts."
Cocky tonals in Russian and settles back in seat, to listen to them debate who was best.

(james)
at first there's a soft chuckle and helpless shrug
(heartbroken but not dead, dammit)
then the Ahroun gets back to business

"Fair 'nuff. Go 'head."

(harold)
"Can I try and get a quarter in between those.. I mean if your gonna flaunt them we might as well trying making a wish" ~He chuckles~

(yuli)
"Not needing that hand Hal?"
Deadpan serious herself and the glimmer of colder depths peeking. She wasn't carrying the silver, but it didn't make her any less capable typically.
Then smirk reaapears and she listens to business... so far poking fun or making opinions known wherever she wished.

(harold)
"I can get it back eventually. It may be worth it" ~chuckles~

(jim)
Jim nods, a smirk chuckle and slight oggle at yulia then he seems to seriously ponder james for a moment. "Alright, Well fer assets, he's a damned good fighter, seen it and heard bout it. he's got the rank, He's got a solid head on his shoulders and tends tah think b'fore he acts from what I seen. Good Solid guy, decent sense of humor. Quiet though, And speech ain't zacktly his string suit, like i got room tah talk right?" a chuckle "Seems tah be well respected though, even if he hangs out with a buncha get. "Another smirk." He could be a good leader i think. I know i could respect'm" it was honest, he wasn't trying to stack the deck against himself "Only major problem is the speech thing, most've us and those who've met him and talktah him fer a while could understand it but young ones and newbies and those that haven't had time tah know him might see it as weakness."

(james)
"Leas' th' scar keep me fr'm ram'lin' on li'e tha' Fang."

if anything, the misaligned bone keeps James concise
hard to orate like the formally educated when you sound like a drunk
well aware of the impediment it causes
(stupid fucking treasonous Silver Fang)
at least he's able to make fun of himself for it

and after the other speech has ended
James levels a discerning glance on the other Gnawer

"C'n say much th' same 'bout Jim. We're both fullmoon. Stree'wise. Cog'nizan'. Think'rs much's fight'rs save his pack built f'r recon 'n mine's f'r war." expression flashes a cavalier (lopsided) grin "Only pro'l'm I'd see w'th'm as rep 'zat he dun got th' rank'r previo's exper'ence w'th'a council that I do."

(yuli)
"Want for me to flip coin?"
This lobbying was sounding more and more like an election adn it was dull.
"You talk pretty like politician... where intern with kneepad?"
Looking around with a smirk, pointed in her verbal statements.

(harold)
Jim grins at yuliya "Yah volunteerin?" His tone let on it was just teasing.

(yuli)
Snorts a throaty laugh.
"I no office girl... I lead... my own people... they would where kneepad for me, not other way round."

(jim)
Jim just chuckles and sits back to get the final decision.

(harold)
"Well I have to vote for James if he has the experience in previous councils and hopefuly it was good experience he should take our voice to the council."

(jim)
Jim nods to hal and looks to yuliya, far as most gnawers were concerned their kinfolk deserved a chance to vote too.

(yuli)
"Well he no hold Kung Pao chcken wel, but James good... so no bikini for you Jim."
That same smirk and chuckling as she reached over to steal a fry off James' table.

(james)
the Ahroun nods and his eyes, too, look to Yuli
were Tristan and Dustin here, he'd offer them a vote
James considers most kinfolk as equals instead of breeding fodder
much less anything that's a substandard creature

"Hop'f'lly there won't be any at meetin's" smirked to the woman before turning to Jim "N'you?"

yeh, Jim gets his say as well


(jim)
Jim chuckles and nods "Works for me." He looks to yuliya and smirks a bit then lookks to james "Well the masses have spoken, I agree, and hell not like i'm signin away muh soul, if yah ever start tah fail in yer task i'll be sure tah challenge for it." A glimmer of mirth in his eye as he offered a slightly grimy hand to james. "Well done."

(james)
"Deal." slightly grimy hand taken in calloused one for congratulatory shake "Still g'nna make use a you f'r callin' 's t'gether."

appreciation for Jim's actions at hand
then a switchover for what they were really called here for

"Wi' that out th' way...."

brows lift to the others
they may be informal, at best
but he hasn't forgotten their reason for gathering

(yuli)
"We drink?"
Because obviously she's forgotten why exactly they got called together. Hands digging in her jacket for sigarettes now...needed a nic fix.

(harold)
"At this moment of time I have no idea what the tribes wishes are."

(james)
muscular shoulders roll in a shrug
even if it acts as an agreeable nod

"Me neith'r.... think 't's mos'ly t' not be look over'n lef' out 'a thing' get set'up roun' here."

(yuli)
"I cool with things..."
No gripes for once. It had been relatively quiet... well except for that emu incident... but otherwise.
"Which remind... want emu steak? I have too much at apartment."

(james)
emu... steak....?
a moment's perplexion crosses his features
then there's a nod

"Sure.... c'n convince Deck'r i's g'rmet 'r s'mthin'"."

(harold)
"No thanks if we are done here I should be off was nice meeting you James."

(james)
"Yeh, thin' we're done.... g'nna fin' my kin 'n see what's up wi' them. Y'll hear anythin' up ov'r the chain."

(yuli)
"Taste like chicken Hal... you miss out."
The smirk is a grin [shit eating even] as she nods to James, scootng for the eedge of her seat. She needed that cigaretta still.
"Come by my place... I hook you up."
There's a story there no doubt if anyone's brave enough to ask.
"Need go now though... smoke cig, arrange business deals."

[end]

Posted by james at April 05, 2004 12:00 AM