April 16, 2004.04.16.04. - nearly new [imogen-kelsey-tristan-leroy-nelly][riverfront]
(kelsey huber)
Getting ready to close up the shop for the night and maybe take advantage of the very warm evening. Things were slow, not so great for business. Standing in the front window of the shop, idly flicking one of the crystal suncatchers as it makes rainbows of the dying sunset. Hundreds of tiny rainbows dancing across her, the walls and floor. Light flickering out to blind anyone on the street looking that way at the moment.
Nearly New in bold letters on the plate glass window. In smaller letters beneath. Second hand shop with the hours of operation. Through the window, racks of clothing, shelves of shoes, handbags, odds and ends, even dishes. Just about anything you could think of, eventually came through the doors here.(imogen)
"Here, get the door, would yeh?" inquires the kin, as she prods the door briefly with an elegant black shoe, turning to look over her shoulder at the lanky Bone Gnawer, holding a box which likely the Ahroun knew better than to offer carrying. Friday night, and the weather is gorgeous almost tragically warm (because it's just a freak heat wave; tragic because it was never meant to last); weekends, James knows from experience is often when Imogen works, and when she is found here it is often for that. Her morbid business.Tonight, perhaps, was an exception. Considering her motives (Droppin' off books, she'd explained as he'd walked up to her. Must be eery, after a while, how sometimes she meets people she knows on the streets. Then again, maybe with that breeding that allows even strangers to walk up to her on the street, it was not so eery after all) and that she wears no pager. That she wears a jacket, but wears it open (so if she is armed, it is not in the traditional shoulder holster). That her attention was not quite distracted, waiting for that page or phone call.
Rare evening, this.
The slight slender woman steps away from the door, shifting the uneven weight of the box in her hands, the sound of books shifting within, as she imparts a small bit of knowledge, "owner's Fenrir kin," in a barely audible southern english (not to be mistaken for southern) burr.
(james)
rare, nights like this
not only is the good Doctor out and about sans pager
(not armed? surely you jest)
but that she allows James to help her in some form or fashion
even if it's just holding open something as meager as a door
when it's obvious the box she carries weighs considerably morenevertheless!
one lanky Ahroun reaches above and beyond Imogen's head
calloused drummer's fingers hooking around the barely offered ledge of the door
and hauling it open with about as much fanfare as one can expectit's a funny sight, this
at least to his own safely hidden sense of humor
she, as always, dresses with some sense of decorum
tonight's fare mere open jacket above her clothes
however, he - as a chin tips up to acknowledge her offering - seems to belong here more than she
very little on his personage (wolfage?) is closer to new than second or even third hand
from the wornout, dully shining Cochran's
all the way up ratty BDU's and drably colored t-shirt
to the greyly faded bandana holding back his dreadsthe quirk of his brow relays the slurred words which don't make it to his lips
(....'nather f'kkin Fenrir?)(kelsey)
Frozen in the middle of flicking one of the crystals, hand lifted with her finger extended. Lips parted with one of those surprised/stupid looks for a long second.
Door was opening and she'd been so busy gathering wool that she hadn't even noticed the approach through the glass."Oh! Let me help you there."
Crystal spinning back and forth, rocking slowly even as she headed towards the door extending her arms for the box.
"We can put it over here on the counter."
Offering to take one side of the box to help lift it to the counter, if Imogen wanted the aid.
Chestnut hair rich and deep in shade, a blend of almost red, brown and nearly black strands that added depth and luster. Eyes a gold flecked green in color. Her hair worn loose to spill just past her shoulders.
Casually dressed in jeans and a fuscia tee shirt. Welcoming smile going from Imogen to James, even as the feel of James slammed against her senses.(imogen)
"Ta," her version of thank you. She does not have to duck James's arm to enter. The height difference between them (a foot even, were she without slight heels, and still close to that because Imogen is pratical, and does not allow such things as a need to be tall get in the way of moving easily) is enough to allow such interactions to pass easily.Certainly, more easily than the small redhead attempting the door herself.
And maybe it is humourous, if only in the contrasts. Slight slender redhead dressed casually, but still, in a manner that speaks of some amount of money. A degree of comfort that does not require shopping in second hand stores, only sometimes requires dropping something off. when it is no longer needed, no longer wanted. Suede jacket, jeans low slung on slender hips. Whatever shirt, doubtlessly a fine fabric, doubtlessly a pale colour, hidden beneath the box she carries. Long hair pulled away, strands escaping to spill across her cheekbone as she glances once more over her shoulder toward the Gnawer.
The grin that speaks more than his slurred voice is met by a brief flash of a smirk, sardonic curling across a pale mouth.
There were certainly a few fenrir in the area. ... the more things change...
"S'alright," she says to Kelsey as the girl rushes to help. Soft spoken, is Imogen, "I've got it. S'not tha' heavy." And if there is relief to relinquishing her burden to the counter, it's well hidden.
(james)
the somewhat surprised owner's smile is countered with one of his own
lopsided, as it is
seems the muscles on the left side of his jaw don't work exactly right
and it may have something to do with the notch that runs along his jawline
but any ascertation is most certainly pushed away by the bodyslam of what's hidden beneath his flesh
(but the moon's only a bare sliver in the sky....)the Gnawer's eyes are quick to scan the shop's interior
(or is it the tug of pure breed that's caught his attention)
most likely he'd buy anything necessary here
instead of anything competing on the department store marketfingers lift and waggle a hello to Kelsey as the door swings closed behind him
(kelsey)
Surprised really that Imogen had come back, but pleased. Unable to hide the smile. Like the shop, her own clothing was well used but cared for."These are maybe the books you spoke of the other night?"
Shooting looks from Imogen to James. He was easy to figure out. Well, pretty much so. She could feel the prickling of her skin, that inner voice saying, Werewolf.
"Hello, welcome to the Nearly New shop."
Welcoming smile to James with his wiggle of fingers. A wave towards the rows of shelves and racks of clothes.
"Please feel free to look around. There's even a little furniture towards the back."
She'd done what she could to get the musty smell out of the shop when she had opened up. Hopefully with his keen sense of smell he would catch the smell of candles and flowers over anything else.
(imogen)
"They are," she says, fingers stretching now, relieved of their burden, before thumbs hook into the belt loops of her jeans, "Mostly british, like I said. If there're some yeh don't want, or don't think yeh can sell, le' me know, an' I'll take 'em back," the smirk crests again. The woman is likely the type to never smile and mean it, "Kept 'em f'r years now, I can keep 'em a while longer."(kelsey)
"You want cash, a credit voucher or do you want to put them on consignment?"Opening the top to rise up on her toes and take a peek inside. Sneezing when the flap flips back up to hit her nose.
"Like I said before, you never know what someone might come in looking for. I'm sure someone will be interested in these."
Rubbing her nose with the tickle.
(james)
James has half a mind to pop off a catchy retort
something like Sell them all to prove her wrong!
but considering he's still within Imogen's elbowing range
he decides the better of such a quippish actioninstead taking his attention (and bodily sanctity) to wandering the store
after a breif - Eagle trademark - nod up to the invitation
surely, his senses pick up what hidden smells beneath the flowers and candles
but given the places he, himself, has lived
the musty smell doesn't particularly bother nor concern him
he goes about his business poking around the store's novelties
(while keeping a trained eye and ear on both the kin)(imogen)
Within Imogen's elbowing range, and after all, was the kin likely to truely be unarmed? Not that she's shown any proclivities toward random violence (... well.); and after all, her dark gaze did not appear to have limits of distance to crisp a man's (and a woman's) skin, so perhaps distance was not the solution. Depending on her mood. And the subject.Within the dark recesses of the box a cover or two is visible, and what might be a text book or another. Mostly, they appear to be something literary. Obscure (though perhaps not in Britain) poetry books. Novels. And then the box retaliates, its lid thwapping Kelsey's nose, promoting a sneeze. "Gesundheit," automatic as the brunette sneezes, brief attention on James as he steps away, before her gaze turns back to the fenrir, as she shakes her head, "Never mind it," she says with a dismissive gesture of her hand, somehow selling them, or receiving money for them strikes her as odd.
(kelsey)
She was already trying to figure out if James was the one described to her the other night. Seemed like he might be the one."A donation then?"
Brows rising, smile flicking across her lips, touching her eyes with a crinkling at the corners.
"I could give you a receipt for taxes if you need one."
She didn't get many donations so the offer of receipt was automatic.
(james)
as his cousins prowl the vast countrysides of the world
James, urban wolf to the core, prowls around the store
interest peaked at a variety of delightful little things
Stuff!
but soon enough his attention strafes back to the redhead and brunette
and the lanky Gnawer slowly closes the distance between
pitching a hip to lean against the counterquiet, isn't he
still... mostly.... out of elbowing range
should the crisping glares begin for any reason
it's every member of the Nation for themselves(kelsey)
"If there's anything I can help you with, or if you have questions, feel free to ask."Smiling to James with his return. He had the raw animal feel of danger to him. The feel that both alerted one and for some, attracted them.
"There are things stuffed in every crack and cranny here and even some still in the back in boxes that I've not had time to sort out yet."
(imogen)
Imogen's a perceptive woman, all thing's considered (and not), so Kelsey's glance James's way might have sparked a memory in the dark eyed woman, which compelled her to incline her head toward the man with hair in dreads, a little taller than Decker and brown eyes, "That's James," she confirms."Receipt f'r taxes is fine." After all, every bit helps. Her attention turns toward the urban wolf prowling his way back to them. And for a brief second, maybe consideration sparks in dark eyes before it fades and she glances back toward Kelsey as she speaks. James's turn to answer, should he care to.
(james)
raw animal. danger. threat.
he could very well rip them in half without even shifting, if he wanted to
but there's something about his easy-going, lopsided smile that speaks deliberately otherwise
aside from it's inclusion just below razor sharp umber eyes which only confuses his seeming intentions
jaw dropping in a nod as weight shifts towards comfort"Q's'ion one." the words are soft, but thickly accented by New York's homestate status and an obvious slur "Where y' hear' a me."
he didn't miss Imogen's clarification
(kelsey)
Murmuring to Imogen."Thank you, I did wonder."
Then lifting her voice to normal.
"Great, receipt I can do. Now tell me, other than priceless, what would honestly value the books at?"
For herself, something was only worth as much as someone was willing to pay for it.
Always keeping track of James' actions. Casual and relaxed as he might seem, she knew he could likely move like greased lightning if provoked. Meeting his look head on.
"Decker told me if I needed to make contact, you were one to look for."
(imogen)
Her shoulder lifts in a one sided gesture, before lifting her chin, not in a nod (the difference is distinct), but in a gesture toward the books, "On th'back is th' price in pounds. Some might 'ave th'American dollar price, too, dependin' on where I got 'em, but if they don't, th'price is roughly double in american dollars. Text books are worth less because they're out-dated editions, so some o' th'information is out o' date."Threat. Her gaze turns back toward James as he speaks, but the kin does not bother supplying the answer, leaving Kelsey to her own devices on this one. She does not have quite the same watchful quality as Kelsey does.
So maybe the half-hopeful whispers of other kin is true. Maybe you do get used to the burn of rage, after a while. Numb to it. (...never)
(james)
now
James is an Ahroun
James is a Fostern
James is, for all suits and purposes, the ranking Gnawer in the city
and for aaaallll that rank and power it gives him in the Garou Nation
he doesn't seem to think twice a kinfolk meeting his gaze dead-on
actually, the wolf in man's clothing seems to prefer it
because that, combined with her explanation, inspires a softly musical laugh"Thaaaa'd 'splain it." the glance to Imogen ranks at "humoring saint" for what burden he must bear for Eagle pack, and weight shifts to extract an arm from supporting his weight and offer the hand in an introductory shake - friendly even "James Brans'n."
(kelsey)
The line of her back and shoulders, straight and proud. No sign of backing down with the extended hand."Kelsey Huber. Pleasure to meet you, James."
Warm fingers sliding against his in taking his hand to shake it with a little squeeze. Dad had always said, you measure someone by their grip, nothing was worse than a limp cold fish handshake. So she worked at giving a firm shake whenever the occassion arose.
(imogen)
Her hands leave the loops of her jeans to make a brief gesture in response to the humouring saint glance the Gnawer gave her. This mixed with a smirk, and the expression is perhaps best read as 'better you than me.'this can be taken several ways. Obvious is that simply she'd rather not suffer through it. The second more subtle is that he's better at it. This is singularly indicated that she's met Kelsey thrice now, and still has yet to offer her a name.
She rubs absently at her right shoulder, gaze flicking toward the open window of the shop and the sky burned red and roan (some might see the sunset in the colours of her hair) by the guttering sun barely visible above the skyline. And a man walking past, his gait shuffling and his shoulders stooped.
(james)
there's a lot to be said in a handshake
her touch is warm and smooth - firm with a little squeeze for flavor
his touch is searing hot (Rage) and roughed by thick callouses - he could crush her bones into powder
though, luckily, has absolutely no reason to
(.... fancy that)
he may think and speak like the formally educated
but James most definitely lived a traditionally hard Gnawer life
that much Kelsey can tell by the mere touch of his hand
forget about hearing the stories of his scars"Pleas'r's mi'e." again, that quirked grin "'m defaul' PR f'r th' boys..... mus' be I know my manner' 'r s'm'thin." ah, yes, the Ahroun has always been a street performer at heart, at it shows by such easy cadence of conversation with a stranger as compared to Imogen's remote silence "If y' can' fin' me... look f'r a kid name' Tris'n. Plays vi'lin. He'll know where t' look."
(kelsey)
Taking her hand back with a nod and smile."Tristan. He lives around here?"
Another name and now she needed a face. Feeling as if her hand was on fire from the rough calloused heat of his handshake. Giving Imogen her attention for a moment though she kept half an eye on James.
"If you don't mind, I'll take a look at those books, total them up and get that receipt to you in a day or two?"
As a donation she could give full price on a receipt for the books. Unlike if she were purchasing them for resale at a profit.
(imogen)
She inclines her head slightly, gaze drifting back from the window. "I'll drop by," she says, "migh' be more'n a few days, if I've work, but prob'ly within th'week."(tristan)
That boy. If it weren’t for Tristan, the kid would not have a single bit of clothing, let alone anything that remotely fits. Earlier earnings for today is going to change that. Again. He really needs to learn that rite of not busting through his clothes and shoes everytime he shifts too. Between the second hand clothes and donation bins, and keeping the boy fed? Tris is broke near all of the time. It’s a great source of amusement for Dustin, actually. Gives him no end of teasing... Den mom this, Den mom that...Good thing he’s cute.
So! With that in mind, it’s off to the new second hand store (something of an oxymoron there he’s sure) in search of shoes and jeans that fit his ever-growing boy. (....heh.) Door opens – and speak of the devil, here he comes.
Jeans, tank top that doesn’t quite hide some of his scars, battered boots, and those wind-tousled corkscrew curls falling into dark eyes and tickling around strong jaw... he earned the nickname ‘pretty boy’ fair and square.
(james)
"Lives 'n shopsss."the last part of the slur ebbing into a chuckle
James, surely, felt his brother nearing the store
fingers pointing a gun at the prettyboi moving into the store
firing off a pretend round to punctuate his notation(How's that for a hat trick)
(kelsey)
"That works for me, I'm generally here. Or upstairs."A wave towards the ceiling.
"Have an apartment up there."
Attention caught by the opening door and Tristan.
"Hello, welcome and feel free to look around. Any questions, just ask."
Pausing with the finger-gun at Tristan from James. Figuring he must know the new arrival.
Shelves of odds and ends, shoes, some folded clothing, books, knic knacks, even kitchen items. Racks full of clean, but used clothing. All in the best condition she could get them in with sewing things back on and up, washing and ironing.
Another pause as James' words register.
"This is maybe Tristan?"
(imogen)
"I'll come 'round," says the slender framed woman, as her head turns toward the door, a hint of a curl touching her lips, almost another smirk."Good timing," she imparts with the only form of humour she seems to know, which is to say: dry. A hand lifts to carelessly push back strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. Imogen, too, it would seem, knew the new arrival.
(tristan)
James surely did, and Tristan isn’t too far behind, though he does have the added benefit of hearing that voice tangled by slur, feeling the rage within and catching that round that is imagination fired his way. Eyes widen and he DUCKS behind the nearest shelving unit holding whatever is on it. “I surrender! A certain redhead...” peek, yup, she’s there too.... “told me NEVER to step in front of another gun EVER! Put it away – I’ll be good, I promise!”Maybe he’s still feeling drunk from last night – or maybe, he feels whole after last night. Either way – that plus 80+ degree weather has him in one hell of a good mood. First time one of them has been seen in a long time. Feels good, actually.
From around the other side, hands playfully raised, he walks up behind James and tugs on a dread playfully. “Talking about me again?” Nod (Up, of course. Hang with the eagles, discover a plethora of bad habits) to Imogen with a grin “You know what they say, timing is everything.” and then dark gaze rests on Kelsey. “The one and only. Whatever they said – unless it’s nice – is most likely a lie.”
James is not the only showman in the family.
Hand offered. “Tristan Stern”
(james)
"Def'n'ly Tris'n."the grinned remark quite possibly answering the both of their questions
however the throaty growl is ALL for Tristan's tug on his dread
teeth beared and everything"Shoppin' f'r y'r kid 'gain?"
(kelsey)
"Kelsey Huber. They didn't say anything bad."Smiling with taking the offered hand. Her's warm, the shake firm.
"You have a child? I do have some infant wear and toddler clothing. Then the larger sizes this way."
Poiting out the locations of racks and shelves.
(leroy)
"Ok LOOK!" He growled as they turned the corner. Creeping along as they always did inside that nifty Custom Chevy Van. "...I've been think'n and well..I miaght as well let ya in. After all...we need all the nekkid bodies we can get..and well..maybe you can be an inspiration to the kids. Do ya know anyone that can get us an electric bull..and cheap?" Finally deciding to let Nelly in on his wee wittle secret as they drove down the Riverfront street.(imogen)
A brief sound low in her throat, a scoff. Imogen, compared to the two showmen must come off as subdued. Quiet and reticent, she of small expressions and subtle responses.An eyebrow does lift slightly as Kelsey speaks, as she murmers, quietly, "how to mortify Kemp in three seconds or less..." leaving the sentence unfinished as she turns away from the counter, gaze flicking briefly toward the toddler and infant clothing that Kelsey indicates, before dark eyes deviate upward toward one of the crystals, following the light pattern to where the rainbows spark across the floor. there's no sun to catch in them now, but fluorescent lighting does almost as well.
(nelly)
She sat up straight in the passenger seat of the van. Her head snapped to the side, bedroom blue eyes widening upon LeRoy's vistage."What?!" she shouted over the radio, one hand snapping out to turn it down, "Electric bull?" black lashes fluttering at the mere though she could once again adorn her proper atire and hop back on one... the only thing mechanical she truely liked... her gaze narrowed, "In on what?"
(tristan)
Ooooooooh. The growling again. Enough to make a guy weak in the knees, it is, especially with them bared teeth. Worse part is James knows exactly how that affects him too.A nod to James. “Yeah – the boy either destroys them or grows out of them almost faster then I can get them.” His shake is firm, yet gentle, roughened fingertips of one who not only works, but plays an instrument as well. “Pleasure, Ms. Huber.” At her question though, he can’t help but crack up. And he does something like a nod and shaking his head at the same time And Imogen’s comment doesn’t help much either. “Well, yes and no, ma’am.” To Kelsey again. “He’s 15, and growing faster then I can keep him clothed. In the hunt for some new jeans, some t-shirts and the like for the warmer weather, and shoes for his damn ski’s he calls feet....”
(james)
urban wolf of the sensitive ears does, indeed, catch Imogen's murmured remark
and he can't help but snicker
taking the rimshot responsibility in full and deigning to explain"Tris'z sort've 'r den mom, leas' f'r few 'roun' these part'."
knowing the male kinsman doesn't look old enough to have a child of fifteen
in reality he's only a year or so older than James himself
though the Garou seems the battleworn senior by sake of appearence(kelsey)
"Just Kelsey is fine."Following the shake, nod, shake of his head with her own head movements while registering what he was saying.
"You have a 15 year old? You either age really well, or you were a baby when he was born."
Trying to equate this face with a 15 year old boy to care for.
"Is your wife as young looking?"
(leroy)
"M'and some of the boys are start'n a fraternity of sorts. Called them Swamp-Monkeys. We need a permenant fixture...an electric bull comes to m'mind. Ya know for them nuddy parties." Grinning ear to ear as the van crept along the sidewalk to park infront of a second hand store he had vaguely heard about from some of the flits in the diner. He knew Nelly loved that sorta shit..and well frankly he needed some cheap stuff as well to decorate the new 'hall' of the Swamp-Monkeys. Their downstairs celler aka dirt basement. Eyes narrowing upon its exterior. "I think this is the shop...Nearly New huh?"(kelsey)
Ok this was making more sense. Nodding while listening and looking back and forth between the trio. Den mother was it?"I'm sorry, had me confused for a moment there. I have plenty of jeans, teeshirts, shoes. And even started unpacking shorts and setting them out with the sudden rise in temperatures. Prices aren't set in stone in this instance."
Relations got special consideration, especially those taking care of younger ones.
"If someting catches your interest, or you have questions, just scream and I'll try and help."
(imogen)
Is your wife as young looking?Amusement flashes and Imogen turns away to study some clothing with renewed interest. That the clothing would never fit her and she'd never buy anything here to begin with doesn't quite seem to be an obstacle.
(nelly)
She sat in thought upon exactly what Butta was up to. If it had anything to do with him and Nookie's sexual fantasies, she'd have none of it. Well... she'd confiscate the bull, that was for sure, but she'd have none of the rest!But upon his explanation, her head tilted off skew. The white blonde ponytail swinging with the movement, "Are ya serious?" her face contorted in a mixture of amusement and confusion, "A fraternity?" those blue eyes turning out the window to where they had parked. A shop, second hand. She would be excited but her mind was occupied with figuring out just how this all got started and who exactly the 'boys' were. Hmmm... was Adonis included?
A quip of her brow and the seatbelt was undone, "Swamp-monkeys?" chuckling, "Ok, ok, lemme get this straight. Ya got some peps and ya starting a freakin fraternity. Ya want all the nakkid parties and lil gals runnin about, so you.." sliding out the door, she slammed it shut and waited till he was out, "Wait, does Nookie know about this?"
(tristan)
Oh god.
He’s gonna fucking bust a gut – it’s been a LONG while since someone’s well... just not known....
He’s still chuckling as he tries to explain.. waving to James’ comment there. “Um. I’m. Um. Not married.” To put it midly and all. Someone’s gaydar is WAY off today.“Kemp is mine by adoption, really as when these guys took him in, I took over the care and feeding of the kid. Couldn’t love him any more if I gave birth to him myself, though. I’m Den Mom to several wayward souls – this one included” nudges James and winks.
A nod, slightly. Dustin’s gonna die to find out he’s got himself a wife somewhere. Of course, Roxy is back in town – and if he ever crossed that street again, it’d be with her.... again. Oh man. Rich. Positively rich.
A not as she points toward the clothing and such. “Thanks, I’ll take a look.”
(james)
Is your wife as young looking?
James.... well... pretty much loses it for a moment
not as reserved as Imogen
he's easily laughing as the situation finally clears
then the Ahroun snorts"Thought I got rank a scand'lous affair?" sulked "Now'm back a jus' 'dopted?"
(leroy)
His door slammed shut behind him. Crossing infront of the van. "No..and I aint gonna tell er yet nither. CAuse.." Chuckling as his foot hit the sidewalk pavement "...I don't kno how yet" Laughing abit.With hands now resting upon his hips, he glanced upwards, sideways and even gave his neck abit of an inverted twist. The facade of the store quickly examined. "Hmmmm....lead the way boo" Gesturing for her to lead into the shopping vista as any girl with the knows should.
"But I can say I think we'll have a miaghty riaght time of it" Again upon the fraternity topic. "Think ya can ride that thing without yer nickers?" Now that was a stupid question. Aint liake she wouldnt..more would she allow herself to become the party visual nookie?
(kelsey)
A wrinkle appearing between her brows with her confused frown for just a moment before pushing the confusion away as another thought hit her. He said he was den mom and nudged James, including him with the comment. Maybe they were a couple?"Oh, you are adopted too?"
James' comment giving her thoughts another pause.
"For a moment I'm afraid I thought he meant you were a couple."
(nelly)
That one brow raised higher, "OOohhh ya gotta get punched if ya don't tell her somethin and she finds out," chuckling with a shake of her head. The girl would flip out. Such things needed to be handled with delicasy.Blue lazy lidded eyes swivled over the facade of the store. Ride a bull without nickers? Her face wrinkled up, "Does a bear shit in the woods?" stupid question gets a stupid answer. The only reason she was dressed now (skin tight faded blue jeans, AC/DC black tanktop nearly containing her Dcup breasts, red cowboy boots) was because she was in public. Opening the front door of the shop, she sauntered slowly inside, "Why Swamp-monkies?"
(imogen)
"Thank you," directed at Tristan, as her head lifts and she turns away (everyone amused, though maybe Kelsey's just confused, and Imogen not quite so) from the clothing to look at the Gnawer Kin, "for that lovely visual." Giving birth to Kemp. Or more specifically Tristan doing so. "It's one to be cherished." Sarcasm, the weapon of an englishwoman (cornish, too, apparently), before a glance at both Gnawers, flushed from laughter and still clearly amused."You're both blooody insane," she says with a shake of her head, the motion dislodging several strands of hair from her face, "should be ashamed o' yerselves, yeh should."
(tristan)
Snorts back, and swats James’ ass. “Look boy – You’re the one who wanted to keep it a secret...” Wink, and just scooooooooooot out of the way before he gets swatted back – but not too fast, in case, well, he was swatted.Blinks at Kelsey.... and dammit he’s cracking up all over again, practically in tears. He hooks an arm around James (Holding himself up, really) and takes a breath. Time to clear it up for the poor girl – not like she won’t find out eventually, and he’s in too good a mood to hide anything. Not that he ever hid, really. “Ok – maybe this’ll help.
“James here is my brother by choice, we met in Jersey and been inseparable ever since. And we’re not a couple, though not for lack of trying on my part. He’s all taken and woefully straight, which of course, I am not – well, except for the taken part, and Dustin is young looking, but not my wife..
“I am Den Mom to all of them by default, as I’m the only one who can cook decently, and doesn’t mind cleaning up after all their messes. And some of them.” Glance at Imogen. Her mate for instance. “Can make some serious messes. At this point, they can’t quite live without me... and aren’t willing to try. So I stick around.” Grins, nodding. “think that about clears it up – I miss anything, bro?” grinned, playfully.
And to Imogen. “You’re welcome, Imogen. You know I aim to please – and when am I ever ashamed of myself.” Grins.
(leroy)
Playing the faithful tag-a-long, he flanked her. Head tipped down, eyes level upon the top of her pink fuzzy cowboy hat as he spoke "Its a combo between Black Unicorn and them Eagles Patron. We is me and m'boy James and yer little date rape Kemp" snickering. Knowing full and well how Nelly may have permanenatly fucked the boy up just by letting him touch her 'sacred' breast. Shaking his head the moment he entered. Eyes rising to swivel about in surveyance. A tinge of his lip tugged at his corners. A grin soon appeared. Hand slapping high in the air as he gave a shout out to those he saw near. "Sweet Potatoe Pie! And my dawg Gibb!!"(james)
Why Swamp-Monkies?
instantly, James' attention clicks towards the door
and his mouth opens to hail his battlebuddy and one southern bellethen. he hears. Kelsey's comment.
and thank GAIA he was leaning against the counter again
cause if not, James would be one pile of laughing Garou goo on the groundto Imogen's comment he, clearly, cannot respond
best he can do is shake his head that no, Tristan did not miss anythingaaaaand he also seems capable of jamming his fingers into the kinsman's ribs right in that ultimately ticklish spot in leiu of a well-deserved smack
(kelsey)
Listening and hoping she was getting all this straight. Tristan was a mother to all of them and gay, but James wasn't gay, but maybe Tristan wished he was? Or oh hell, maybe her brain would pop and it would make more sense? All the laughter made her smile though, it was contagious even if she might be the brunt of a joke.Attention caught with the opening of the door and entrance of the two who had to be somehow connected just with the way the big black man was greeting someone he called sweet potato pie and dawg gibb.
"Welcome to the nearly new shop."
Greeting the new arrivals.
(nelly)
Like any professional bargin shopper, her eyes darted around with a pause just inside the second hand clothing store. A hand reached up to puch the brim of her pink cowboy hat back, glancing back briefly at Butta.James and Kemp... oh! the battle buddies! Makes sense now. Naturally pink lips split into a smile followed by a snicker, "Greaaat, testosterone filled fraternity.." chuckling, she turned back around and started towards the nearest rack, "Ah think its a cool idea ya..." pausing mid sentence as Butta bellowed out. Her gaze sweeping to find the faces. "Thanks, sughabee," to the gal who apparently owned or worked the shop.
(asiling o'connor)
New to the city and somewhat lost, Aisling meanders almost lazily down the city street, blue eyes peering into this window and that, long fingers touching a pane of glass here and there as she spies something with potential.She's a pretty thing, petite yet curvy in all the right places, with a wealth of copper-gold curls spilling in tempting disarray to the soft swell of her hips and is held back from her face by a pair of simple combs inlaid with amythest. Her blue eyes are wide, framed round by thick, pale lashes and lined lightly in lavender kohl. Her high cheekbones are swept with a pale, shimmering pink powder which matches the glossy pink on her full, sensual lips.
An ankle sweeping summer dress of thin, unbleached cotton skims her curves, baring her small, delicately sandaled feet to the eye.
Spying something particular, she slips into the second hand clothing store with a smile.
(leroy)
Brow quipped. Gaze swept right then left. Down steeply it went. Down down down. "Damn sugah..yer bouts Nookie's height" he snickered at Kelsey. "Miaghty obliged fur tae hospitality ma'am" Grinning wider than before. Allowing that mystical warmth and calm he radiated from his grins wash over her and then the rest of them.Eyeing Nelly's advance upon the shop and its particulars, he stomps past Kelsey towards James and Tristan. Arms held wide..outstretched. Swallowing up first Tristan, strangling him in a fierce embrace. Pecking a sweet innocent kiss upon the boy's lips. Suprised? Letting him go with a thud, only slapping his hand upon James' shoulder instead of giving him an equal hello kiss. "Howya doin dawg?"
(imogen)
She did not quite miss the glance Tristan had tossed her way, but had not, perhaps, caught the meaning of it, this fact echoed in the brief lift of an eyebrow, that is distracted as James literally collapses in laughter. And both eyebrows arch. "Hmph." Her lips twitching, amused, a gesture that is cut off as Nelly and LeRoy enter, and it was rapidly getting crowded in the shop.Rage and all.
Her hands reach into her jacket pockets, briefly, discovering what she looks for, and casting a glance toward the two disreputable Gnawers and the confusedly amused shop keeper. "Going t'smoke." Mostly directed at the Gnawers, but some glance Kelsey's way might have included her in the comment, before Imogen steps around the recently entered Nelly and LeRoy, and waits a beat for Aisling to step in, before catching the door as it swings inward, and steps out herself.
(tristan)
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He nods, then, that she’s got it, before YELPing as James unerringly nails that tickling spot and he’s squirming away, right on up to Miss Nelly Bell, who gets a wink and grin. “Evenin...” before he’s suddenly swept up into a....Hug?
By the man mountain and then
Kissed?!?And so he does what ANY self respecting gayboi would do, and flings his arms around LeRoy’s neck and wails...“Protect me! That boy there’s got a mean tickling streak, I swear.” And, still chuckling, as he’s let down he winks at James before moving to the side to the jeans that look to be Kemp sized, and starts checking through them for a couple that will fit.
(nelly)
Jeans. She needed more jeans. A shelf she found and dug her hands thru to find the right ones. But those bedroom eyes fluttered up, to where Butta had lovingly attacked James and... oh, Tristan. Chuckling, "How ya doin sughabee?" to the Eagle's pillowbiter her words were for, but quickly followed by, "Ah laik ya place," the girl, Kelsey, with a quick smile and glance upon.(kelsey)
"Welcome, feel free to come in and look."Extending the welcome to the new arrival, Aisling. Though Leroy's huge presence and the way he just hugged up Tristan and kissed him, well that got her attention again. Was this the other half then?
(aisling)
"Thank you!" She flashes Kelsey a smile before glancing towards Tristan and Leroy, chuckling throatily at their little display.
(james)
most people, much less Garou, when faced with the bear hug shoulder slap ensuing from the mountain of a man LeRoy happens to be - would wilt in the fact of such advances
James, however, takes it all in stride
quite possibly confusing poor Kelsey all the more"Better'n I been ' a long ti'e..." laughed, as chin lifts towards once-cowering gayboi ".... but he's lyin', dun' gotta mean streak imme."
"Kels'y Hub'r." paused, in order to catch the shopowners attention "Lemme 'troduce LeRoy Brown. Badass'n teddybear through'n through. 'n Nelly ov'r there. Sweetes' S'uth'rn Belle've'm all. Fr'en's a th' fam'ly."
so to speak
he's pretty sure Butta can pick up the kinwoman's purebreed and discern her affiliation for himself(kelsey)
"Thank you."Turning her smile on Nelly.
"If you need help just let me know and there's a little curtained off dressing room back there in the corner, if you want to try anything on."
Waving towards the back corner near the couple of chairs, tables, sofas and such as she had in furniture for sale.
(aisling)
"Ooh." She almost bounces as she spies the perfect dress, long fingered hands snatching it lovingly off the rack and holding it up to her curvy self, the hem touching the floor. So, it needs shortening, ah well.(tristan)
Chuckles and nods to Nelly. “Feeling vaguely assaulted, but not necessarily in a bad way...” A glance to Kelsey and her reinterested glance, and laughs. “Not the boyfriend – just a friend. Something of a. Oh. Kissing Cousin, apparently....”Still laughing, he plucks a couple pairs of jeans from the pile and murmurs to Nelly. “Sooooooo. Kemp came home all atwitter the other night. Let him cop a feel did ya?” Oh that smile is pure innocence. (topped with devilish grin).....
(kelsey)
Extending her hand to Leroy with the sure thought his hand was going to swallow her's alive. Her grip as firm as she could make it when he did take it to shake."Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brown. Ms. Nelly."
Including Nelly with a smile and nod in her direction.
(nelly)
A honey sweet smile played her lips all the while. The icequeen and the pretty young thing walking in the shop (a nod given to her) did not go unnoticed, just no words given to them.She found a pair of deeply dark Paris blues and unfurled them, holding them to her wide set birthing hips. Eyes lift to James's introduction, and her smile widened. To Kelsey, "Nice t'meet ya sugah. N' thanks," that southern accent twanging from her lips. She looped the jeans over one shoulder, glancing up to Tristian with a Grinch-who-stole-christmas grin. A shrug of one shoulder, "Yeah well, figured if he got a feel he'd pay attention to what was bein said instead of these.." glancing down at her breasts, "Why?" blinking, "Ya need a feel too?" laughing, knowing full and well the boy didn't need a feel of hers at all.
(aisling)
Kissing Cousin's...Sounds vaguely familiar. Chuckling softly to herself, Aisling saunters lazily up to the counter and lays out her purchase. "How you doin'," she asks Kelsey, smiling, her accent most definitely Brooklyn-ese.(imogen)
Her breath exhales briefly as she steps out into the warm air, which is at the very least, more refreshing than the quickly filling air of the second hand bookstore.Breath of fresh air doesn't last long, as she lights a cigarette, stepping away from the front window, a few feet away to where the building becomes concrete, exhaling cigarette smoke.
(kelsey)
Huge kissing black men and now the well endowed Nelly was offering Tristan a feel of her endowments? Maybe he wasn't gay cause seemed Leroy wasn't the other half of the pair."Wonderful, I think."
Not sure she would ever sort all this out, it got more and more tangled.
Smiling to Aisling with the reply.
"Do you want to try it on, or are you good to go? Unless of course you are still looking, I can hold this here for you."
Indicating the dress.
(spencer templeton)
A silver Geo Metro which has seen better days, pulls up to the curb near to the Nearly New shop (which seems to be the hub of activity tonight) and the engine dies with a slight sputter. He's going to have to have that looked at. Or start taking public transportation. From behind the wheel, he emerges, closing the creaking door behind him with a bang as he moves around the front bumper (adourned with Canadian plates) and onto the sidewalk. He pauses here to run the fingers of one hand through his spiked brown hair, glancing over the street with crystaline blue eyes before he tucks his car keys into a pocket and glances toward the Nearly New shop. He could really use some new clothes, and what better place to shop when on a tight budget.(leroy)
Missed the waffe of pedigree he did. All a rush to garnish the attention of his friends instead. Taking another long gander at Kelsey after James' intro..his grin was given again in appreciation. "Indeed..not one of mine though...too angular ya know..in them cheeks" Giving her a wink and James an elbow.Extending his hand towards Kelsey's own. Indeed swallowing hers and then some. Palms corse, hardened. Though his touch gentle like soft butter. "LeRoy sugah..Mr Brown is m'gramps." Fluttering an eyelash ruefully. "But yer a sweet dandified thang indeed. Pleasure to make yer acquantance."
Retracting his hand, attention once again upon James. Unconsciously cornering him with his mass and weight. Head looming down, grin ever present. Voice a meer whisper than as of yet given. "Ok..so Im look'n fur the bull, but I've got eleven girls reelin n'ready to ride it..we just gotta come up with the actual contest of sorts..I was thinkn' bout judg'n the chaffin..any suggest'ns?"
(james)
breifly, something seems to catch James' attention
but it's not something that's within the storefront itself
instead - he seems to distance and withdraw
like a thought grappled onto his consciousness
Totem Phonebecause of it, he misses Aisling's accent that should remind him of home
returning to the present to find himself veritably cornered by LeRoy's mass
weight slung against the counter to allow a moment of thought"Chaffin'.... bruisin'.... bouncin'...." mused, then the Gnawer stops, and angles a scandalous brow upwards "...'r ma'by th' size a her grin?"
(aisling)
"I think I'm good to go, doll. Granted, the conversation and company is a tad interesting. It'll fit. Gonna have to hem it but it'll fit."She flicks blue eyes curiously towards LeRoy and company, offering them each a bright smile in turn.
(tristan)
He laughs and shakes his head. “You kidding? That’s all he remembers of the meeting of course. And then his motorcycle ride with Midori getting himself a feel there too – all in the name of holding on for the ride. That boy gets more action then me – a shame, a right shame.” And a brow arches. “Now Miss Nelly, as fine as your... assets are, you know your not my type. Too curvy. But I appreciate the offer.” He chuckles, and rifles through the t-shirts and tank tops too, before grabbing a couple and heading toward the shoes.(kelsey)
A smile towards all the confusion and conversation going on."This is the most business I have had the entire time I've been open."
Ringing up Aisling's purchase before folding the dress neatly to place in a bag after giving the girl the total.
"Check in often, always new things coming through the door."
(aisling)
Smiling, she pulls the dress back out of the bag and pushes it towards Kelsey. "Gotta do our part for Mother Earth no? Gaia needs all the help she can get," she adds, glancing sidelong towards the one emanating that oh-so familiar feeling.(spencer)
Striding toward the Nearly New shop, he pauses outside the door, to glance in the window. To be sure it is open of course. The movement of people within, and the glare of lights beyond the window, suggest of course that it is, and so he steps toward the door, and pushes his way into the cozy second hand shop. Second hand everything for Spencer here. Better to hang a pair of some other mans pants on his skinny waist than to toss them into a landfill somewhere. Inside the store, he scans the area for a rack of predominately mens clothing. Dresses just won't cut it.(Kelsey)
Returning Aisling's smile while folding the bag to place under the counter."Thank you."
(nelly)
"Midori?" a quip of brow and another resounding laughter shakes her shoulders, "Damn, ya need t'get the boy mounted sugahbee. Can't think raight when ya all bottled up down low," shaking her head as the laugh settles to a chuckle. She moved on as well, to another rack of tshirts, her gaze sweeping towards the Purebreed waifing from the dark haired beauty of a shopkeeper, "Don't happen t'have any cowboy boots do ya sugah? Black ones?" the last being completely ruined from the sewer swim not long ago, "Ah think ya should let Trey have a go at makin one Butta..." calling out an addition.(leroy)
"Oooo" A finger rose to press upon his lower lip. Stepping back. This was James' time to escape should he take it whilst LeRoy pondered the possibilities of many rewards and contests wrapped up in one. Queen of Chaffing! Queen of the Blue! (that'll be bruising), Queen of the grin! Snapping his fingers "Kemp will cum n his pants" Laughing. "Which.." Canting his head "is another contest in and of itself..can he wrestle these two fine lasses I found for em without..and I dare say without letting his woody start rising out? My bucks on m'wee cousin..if her bossom bod can't cause ya to snap to attention..I'll be a blind man n'aye den of sin"(kelsey)
"Welcome, come in and look around. If you need help or have questions, just yell."Calling out to the new arrival as Spencer enters the shop. Racks and shelves of clothing, shoes, knic knacks, books, odds and ends. Towards the back a sparse scattering of furniture.
(leroy)
His gaze swivels to the mention of Gaia. The voice was soft and yet unknown to him. Upon Aisling did they find rest and conviction. A cant of his head in questioning, an elbow into James. "Hey..ya kno er?"(spencer)
Spencer is a handsome enough youth, with a hint of stubble on his cheeks and chin, though it is little more than peach fuzz. He can't be more than 18 by the look of him, his features are too youthful, they haven't yet taken on the wear of years. He glances toward Kelsey, his bright blue eyes catching the light to lend them a twinkle as he smiles, and nods in her direction. It isn't like she could look through the stock and find a pair of pants in a certain style for him, but its nice when people take pleasure in their jobs. So he won't silently mock her exuberance. Much. Spotting a rack of jeans, he steps toward it as he lets his gaze drift over the other patrons of the store. A popular place. For a second hand clothing store. On a Friday night. If this is Chicago night life, give me Toronto any day.(tris)
He laughs and shakes his head, though James gets a sidelong look at those comments, and a brow lifts, shaking his head. And he says that Tristan is the dawg. Puhlease. “Well Nelly, he’s slowly getting over his hatred of women, greatly helped by ya’ll. Sooner or later he’ll be ready to taste the waters again.” She moves off, and he grabs a pair of shoes, some socks and a pair of shorts before moving toward the counter and Kelsey again. “There, that’ll keep him for a while...”(nelly)
Her head turned towards the gal going for the doorway, "Hey sugah, hold up a sec..." dancing around a rack, and the new face guy walking in to catch up with her, "Ah gotta question... if ya got tahm.." smiling sweetly with a glance towards the shoe rack. She actually had the cowboy boots. I love this shop!(asiling)
"Oh!" She blinks, turning to ask Kelsey a question just as Nelly calls out to her. She flashes the other a sweet smile and nods. "'Course. I've always got time. 'Sup?" Her red head cants to oneside, copper curls tumbling over her shoulder and spilling pleasingly across her cheek.(james)
"Bro...." dreads scrape over his shoulders as James shakes his head, hand on LeRoy's shoulder leveraging him up to enable a semi-sly response towards the other Garou's ear "Kemp'll blow long 'fore th' wres'lin' start'."there's a firm slap on the broad expanse of muscle creating LeRoy's shoulder
then the Ahroun is slipping past in the slender escape provided
even if it placed an elbow squarely into muscular abs
(oof)"Nuh.... dunno 'er, but du'y call."
two fingers tap his temple
then the Fostern's weaving through the stacks and shelves towards the door
trademark Eagle nod up to those he passes in farewell((I gotta jet, folks, thanks for the play!))
(tristan)
Posted by james at April 16, 2004 12:00 AM
He looks up and nods toward James (up, of course) as he vacates. “M’Cookin tonight. Don’t be too late, or Kemp won’t leave ya any...” chuckled, before turning back to Kelsey and the counter and his purches.