April 29, 2004.04.29.04. - drumcircle [madison-yu gan-annemarie-pinky-patchouli][chinatown]
(madison cassidy)
Maroon doc martens on her feet. Carrying her up the sidewalk. Jeans and a black T-shirt that just reads in red letters. "FA-Q"
Funny, seems she is always wearing that shirt. A flannel tossed over it. Covering her toned body. things aren’t always what they seem to be
Does she look like someone who has been studying martial arts for years? Probably not.
But she is.Her eyes are a eerie blue, and her hair, jet black with a white stripe down the left side. [battle scar].
She has a mischievous look about her, but also a personality that doesn’t repel people the way she could if she wanted to.
Madison Cassidy...
Wyld Chyld.
New to Chicago...but already having found things she liked...and things she didnt like.It had been a while, a while of wandering alone and danging with herself to end up where she is now. Different then most, but she had no problem with that. None at all.
The streets are dark. The mischevious look on her face doesnt leave often. In fact, she wears it often. Each step on the pavement spaceed out and with rhythm. Thenight was dark.
She knew few people, and yet didnt seem to be bothered by a thing tonight...(james)
the night was dark
but that didn't seem to matter much to him
he's found a new spot to make a little cash tonightlong legs curled around an overturned plastic bucket
propped at a slant, there's a pillow poking up from beneath
on the top, wooden sticks tap out a primitive rhythm
Bone rhythm. - but how many passing by know?
a few bits of errant change have landed in the overturned tophat
the drummer seems to notice, but pay little mind
dark umber eyes lift, a smile slashes crooked in thanks
but he seems to be playing more for the pleasure than the paydreads hang down some junglevine waterfall over his shoulders
arms bare up until the black cut-off of his t-shirt
inside of his forarm there's a strange, tribal set of inks
near iridescent with the way muscle and tendons loosely move wrists
fingers nimbly coaxing the musical patterns out of that discarded bucket(maddy)
The sound.
Something she knows well Perhaps not the player, but the sound.
A drummer herself. Her drum tucked safely away while she found where shed be living.
Her drum, handmade, wooden, and the glyphs on the side that told the story of her life....so far.Fingers pass through the jet black hair. Lined with one white streak.
The sound drawing her towards it. The way it echoes through her head.
The beat. Inviting.Primitive rhythm.
Turning the corner she stops and leans up against the building.
Eyes stop on the dreaded (hair) guy and her lips turn up slightly into a smirk.
Shaking her head, coincidences were too common lately. Was there really such a thing as a coincidence? She had begun to trust coincidences as something more.
Again, this had proven to be true...Pushing off from the wall...
4 steps towards the drummer.
Now in sight as she lets a $5 drop from her fingers to the ground."If its a penny fer yer thoughts, consider this for your tunes"
Did he recognize her? Who knew. She had to try and place who he was, she remembered him from being in Eriks new pack...that was all.
(james)
primitive. primal. it's the sound of his soul
displayed on plastic for the passing world to see
(how little they understand....)
there isn't even a hitch as the fiver floats to the ground
presidential face gazing from a place before dull bootsthough his eyes drift upwards
a lazy scouting mission from docs to t-shirt
making no pause until meeting green
then a (forever) crooked grin widens, just a bityeh.... think I recognize you....
the beat hitches into something else
audial worship of spirits few are keen to see
dreads shifting on muscular shoulders as his head tilts"Goo' thing." chuckled, softly... easily, on verge of matching wink "Cause dun' have much thinkin' go' on."
(maddy)
Finding a new place closer, against the very same wall. Leaning up and crossing long toned jean covered legs.no, most dont understand...ever They never let the rhythm sink in deep...to most, it was just banging to some beat.
To her, it was so much moreTold stories, brought out moods, She never planned it, she would just straddle the drum and the things that came out was something channelled through her.
people didnt understand
she did"thinkin is overrated" she nods once and does a quick look around.
So many clueless people...
yes i think i recognize you...
"I know that beat" [or do i know you?]
"Jersey?"
one word, one city, one place she would have rather never had been.(james)
by casual observation - it would seem he isn't even trying
other than a glance to another rattle of change
his attention remains on Maddy
smile quirking marginally wider at the question
chin dipping in ascertation's breif nod"Barr'ns." tap-filled pause "Think we engage' inna shor' circle out 'mongst th' trees."
appreciation there, at the memory
(maddy)
Memories. Pretty much all she had as of late.
Fingers stop on her chin briefly.
Gabes Camp. The Barrens. Yes.A nod back and she chuckles. "was a long time ago"
how many lifetimes"Its been a while." (since Jersey? Since shes played her drum? Something else?)
And after a slight pause more words come from her mouth...
"Seems Jerseys been relocated, from what ive noticed"But she had left Jersey long before any of them, she had gone off on her own....and all to find herself back in a new City, with some of the same people from Jersey.
(james)
"Tell me 'bout it."there's self-reprication in his smirk
so many things had happened (gone wrong) in the months... years.... since that day
some of them inscribed themselves on his body
others permanently inflicted their passing on his soulbeats flinch to silence
an offhand wave of one stick to the mighty comfortable sidewalk next to him
just past the folded trench with the pack of Camels and battered bronze zippo on top
invitation and welcome to remain for a chat, kipe a smoke if she wants
then the pattering songs begin their stories once again"Yeh... som've th' ol' gang ma'e th' move." he recognizes her, recognizes her Rage butting up against the high-content sphere of his own (full moon's a'comin', Jamey-boy), yet remains cautious in how much he shares (how things may have changed....) "Any y' lookin' f'r?"
(maddy)
The offhand wave - an invitation to pop a squat.
Takes her a minute but she drops down and sits next to him.Next to Erik, she was the social one, the sarcastic one, the humorous one.
Next to Erik...
However she hadnt been next to Erik for a long time.things had changed.
And it seemed it had come full circle.
[some of the gang made the move]What would be the -new- gang. Not her gang. Once beta to him as alpha.
Before Jersey
Before Chicagolifetimes ago
A glance to the smokes. A shrug and she takes one out. A nod in thanks as she lets it lay in between full lips and lights it with the tattered Zippo.
"Was lookin for Erik. Found'm though. Uglier then all shit, somethin fucked him up r somethin, cant quite place it, but found him and got a good 3-4 words otu of him."a shrug.
he wants to teach me again.
How things come full circle.
Once the bratty backtalking kid, now on her way to becoming a warrior."Donno what pissed in his cheerios, not like he was ever mr friendly, but something just seems to have soured him even more"
a shrug, a drag and a smirk.
Unlike Erik, she was social, didnt mind smalltalk or meeting people, and certainly wasnt afraid to say what was on her mind.
(james)
there's a slow, thoughtful nod
Erik had borne the brunt of the battles in more than one way
luckily he wasn't considered the pretty boy of the pack to begin with"S'me nasties.... wh'n the spir't cenner fell." can't be anything more than streetslang between two urban primitives, yes? mojo symbolism shared infront of hidden ears that may listen "Th'n we all hadda sac'fice s'meth'n' dear buildin' it 'gain."
nothing more than vague references
copped up to a jive-speak recollection of something that happened in the Skids
the raggedyman Ahroun doesn't seem the type to be visiting pricey temples
but what's related may or may not shine light on the subject at hand
the details aren't his to tell, anyway, they're Erik's choice to share
the Fostern respects his Alpha too much to blab freely
regardless of whether or not he's aware of their connective past"Tho' we're all qui'ter here."
muscular shoulders lift and drop in liquid shrug
this chuckled phrase is mocking
while he still carries the thick Yankee accent
it's been dampened by the addition of the slur
she's not sitting on the side to view the dents in jawline
and they didn't speak enough before to place the difference"Ligh' me one?"
deep umber cast towards the pack of smokes
not wanting to break the rumbling, rolling rhythms they both obviously enjoy(maddy)
Leaning back against the wall. Quiet for a moment.
Letting the beats pulse through her.A nod, pulling out another of the smokes, lighting it, and holding it out for him to simply take with his mouth.
Quiet except for the thump of the drums.
The beats...One of the few things she related to...one of the few things she had passion for."Nasties can do that"
She knew there was more, but not for James to tell obviosuly...She had seen Erik only for a moment--theyd have more time to chat soon...
Placing the zippo back down on the pack she lets out a long cloud of smoke.
Resting now on her elbows, her own cigarette in between her fingers. she chuckles.
"Like it here much?"
Simple question(james)
torso stretches as the Ahroun leans to the side
carefully taking the filter between his teeth
brows lift towards tangle of dreads in half-smiled thanks
conversation ebbs to little more than staccato beats when lungs fill with smoke
they'll never blacken, ever.... all the more incentive to enjoy commercially smooooth and exotic tastedrumbeats
heartbeats
sometimes they're all the same
deep bass strike throbbing concert with the pulse laying beneath their very forms
the hidden lifeblood of Gaia constantly coursing through the moist earth
backbeat inspiration shadowing them through each hard-fought battle
(comforting them when they no longer have the strength to fight the war)
how simple it is, sometimes, to sing praise chorus to the holiest of complications
or let the swell and crest of tidal tappings speak the words they cannot"S'allrigh'." crackerjack strikes hinting at what frustrations victory grants "Same shi'.... diff'r'n' city. Leas' I'm gettin' a see 'n learn bout the worl' ou'side a Alb'ny."
not Jersey
that, in itself, was but a step on the path towards his own horizon(maddy)
The lack of words for the moment was hardly uncomfortable.
In fact the beats were inviting, relaxing, calming to her.She wished she had her drum with her.
More smoke pours from her lips with a drag.
silence broken. Words now slowly filling out the space that was just only for the beats.
"Hopin Ill stick around for a while, from what i see Erik could use some fuckin laughs"
Laughs? Shit he needed a comic enema....
"Funny how this life ages ya, yannow? Most my age would be thinkin of college or some shit, or whatever...shit, i just turned 21, and the shit we get to deal with is so fuckin deep."
another pause.
let the beats mvoe through me"dunno if anythin could have prepared me for a life like this, " she chuckles
shaking her head."but i guess id rather not have known...hang onto the good times, cause ya need those memories when all the shit is flung atcha, yannow?"
(james)
the Ahroun, for all his battle RAR - is easy enough to be around
silences filled with no expectations beyond sharing it
comfortable in fulfilling only one, singular objective
sharing the music that touches both their animal souls"I'll buy ya dinn'r if y' gettim' a laugh." there's fondness in the chide, it saddens him to see beloved Alpha so torn, but resolution in that it is the life they are all destined to live.... James knows all too well, already, the pains they're forced to bear "S'metime I won'er if smilin'd break wha's left've 'is face."
his head tilts - as if to watch what pictures his rhythms drew in the air before them
whatever he must see brings comment through softly chuffed laugh"Dun' think nothin' can." glance strafes towards his companion "Raise' roun' the crew'n Alb'ny, m'self, 'n still got struck down har' by th' time I w's nineteen." the deep, bone-chilling sadness glimmers only momentarily within his mellow, drumming thesad "Been gettin' har'er since. Bes' we c'n do is make th' bes' a wh't we're lucky 'nuff a be lef' with af'er, I'm guessin'."
"Else that depth'll consume 's."
(maddy)
She nods..."not only break whats left, shit back in the days, the scar near his mouth gave him perma-scowl"she relaxes a bit and chuckles once more...
"he taught me a lot, like brother n sister i guess...n i never really listened, stubborn [i am]...was always really fuckin stubborn"
she nods at his words.."makin the best of situation s all we can do, you are right, even when it seems life takes the preverbial shit on ya on a daily basis"
another chuckle..
a pause. Simply a pause.
"like whn i got this streak.." pointin to the battle scar...the white lone of hair in a jet black sea.
"wanted to dye it...erik woulda killed me...said i earned it, i get that now, didnt back then"
another pause...
Leaning back on her elbows once more..."lose a lot of people, close people, weird to think i probably wont make it to my 30s or 40s, ya know....fightin for a cause, dyin for the cause...
ya know.." she shrugs..."can get pretty lonely n stuff, i mean, i dunno"
(james)
"Learn' lot fr'm 'm, too."the nod is sage for the amount of truth inherant in that comment
James wouldn't have made Fostern without the pack as a whole
volume drifts away, allowing the facts to stand on their own
accompanied by nothing more than the soft patter of sticks on plastic
absent song to the great raptor spirit that guides them"He dun' say much..... but y' sure do lis'n when he growls atcha." humor coloring this phrase, though it's bittersweet "Dun' think I'd make it a twen'y, wh'n I got m' firs' scars. Growin' up Bee Gee made me 'ppreciate each day 'cause I nev'r knew if I' see t'morra'. Been gran'ed four year' since then."
finally, the drumming comes to an end
right hand calloused from fingers to palm extends in semblance of formality
(he's had a hard life, Jamey-boy, and it shows)
skin stretching the iridescent formations of ink collected on his innerarm
oblique lamplight gleams on arrival from half-block-away corner
catching the mysteries contained within on some errant shine"'m James."
alternate hand occupied in releasing the log of ash from the Camel
(maddy)
She nods.
"i remember." And she did, girl had a memory on her like nothing else.hand meets hand. Strong grip. years of martial arts.
"Maddy" She replies and smiles.
"yeah you;re righ, he dont say much, was why we made such a good team, him n i" another pause...
"was beta with him in a pack in st louis" hand releases his and she lifts the back of her shirt to show him the amazingly colorful tattoo. Grandfather thunder glyph in there, a whole story in art.
Phenominal work. And not always what it seemed. Some of the things dedicated to her were in that tattoo.
Fingers let fabric slide and the shirt drops back down.
"No moon, so i tend to annoy ol Erik cause as much as we are different, we are also alike...i speak without thinkin a lot of the time...yannow, stubborn ANd opinionated..." she chuckles..
"e' always watched out for me, but i had to go do my own thing, learn n shit...i dunno"
another pause, just for a moment, eyes moving down the street, mind racing to so many thoughts...
thoughts that didnt have to be spoken right now...
or at all
"Beat to my own drum i suppose...probably dont always follow the rules to a t. But who does, yannow?"
(james)
the grin he quirks says he was the one falling short on memory
howd'yado made formal in the strong shake
he hasn't had the years of martial arts
but simply in that grip - though tempered - is something else
he could break things if he wasn't so cognizant of his actionsphenomenal work, indeed, on that tat
comments phrased through exhale of a low-whistle"Ain't nothin' wrong w' foll'win' y'r own drum."
the drumsticks snap together in his palm
then tip towards her in offer
not possessive over a streetcorner, this Gnawer
especially as it isn't in his own territory
he just had that craving for some honestly good FOOD
making a bit of cash is gravy"Full, m'self. D'nno how I get 'long w' th' res've th' pack bein' German.... but Er'k seems a think I c'n hol' my own jus' fine. Guess't mean s'methin'."
in a war pack primarily constructed of Fenrir
one Bone Gnawer lasting over a year certainly does mean something
in the eyes of his packmates
in the eyes of his Alpha
in the eyes of his Nation(yu gan)
He walks down the street in Chinatown. It was pretty late at night, 9 out of 10 people still on the street at this hour in this section of town were of Asian decent. Not that there was an overabundance of them around.
Yu was one of them. Though instead of blending totally with the people he seemed to slip though them. Walking among them in thoughts that were not their thoughts.
He was tall for an Asian man. Topping out at about 6 feet, black hair starting to grow out now at Naomi's request. His eyes were so dark brown that one might easily mistake them for black. Broad shoulders a nice chest dropping to narrow hips and legs built for running.
Dressed tonight in black soft soled shoes. Black pants of a airy fabric, a matching shirt of chinese cuts with the one button at the collar where the little string loops around it. The leather jacket of aztec design had been left inside this evening.There was something a little extra about him though. Invisable to normal eyes it was almost as if there was an aura of menice or a field of danger about him. Slipping though the people he was unconsciencly given a bit of room.
It's that same air he picks up almost like a scent that turns him towards James and Maddi. Heading down the street he slows his approach. One obsidian brow lifting as he slows to a stop about 10 feet from them. James he'd seen. Maddie not.*
(annemarie)
When working in the line of work she has recently acquired, it is understood that it will take you many different places, however this is the first time it has brought her to Chinatown. Cheating bastard found, pictures taken, and camera secreted away again into the pocket of her light trenchcoat (one of two, Ethan still has her other) along with her hands as long strides carry her down the street.Conveniently toward the ones talking on the corner, and the one approaching them.
Work clothing tonight. Black slacks, black tank-top, and the trench over both. Shoulder holster, slight bulge under her arm showing she is armed – for those that look to see such things. And naturally, that’s not the only weapon she carries. Long and lean, her 5’11” height is further enhanced by the 2 inch spiked heels on her boots. She carries herself with purpose, with pride, with a bearing that speaks of royalty though her blood speaks of nothing but common thieves and whores.
And there is no mistaking the presence of rage within her. A palpable force, that slides ahead, parting the way as she moves with confidence.
(maddy)
She shakes her head to the drumsticks.different style of drumming
her hands were the sticks, the way they hit her drum, the animal hyde...putting herself into each note.Eyes move to the bucket [drum].
She could give it a go, even if it wasnt her drum.
Spinning it towards her and letting it find home in between her legs.
Glancing at it...before she comments.
"erik think you can hold yer own, then no doubt bout it you are one badass" she chuckles and adds...
"yeah all them germans can make ya wanna runt o the hills at times...
Erik taught me everythin i know, im Fury, but raised by Get and never having met another Fury.
[my choice]
makes it so i had no choice but to move to the beat of my own drum yannow"a smile, a wink...-pause-
and now the silence broken by her hands beginning to hit the top of the bucket...slowly at first. [its beena while]
rhythm comin from within.Her jade green eyes close as she lets her hand hit the bucket.
(yu)
*Yu pauses and looks from one to the other. Then the dark black eyes flicker past them up to AnneMarie. He's seen her at the caern too. This has him just a wee bit on edge. Wondering if they were here for one of his pack.Softly his hands are brought around to press together infront of him. Observing and awaiting accknowledgement.*
(james)
"Hear tha'." humor barked in short laughter "Funny how it obv'ous yet other's 'ssume I'm one a them 'stead a wha's true. Dun' bother me, though."funnier yet how one particular Fianna assumed he was Decker, much less Fenrir
but that's not a story to tell just yetshe takes the plastic 5-gallon bucket serving so far as drum
and as she adjusts, he tucks the sticks away
safely propping them in a fold of nearby jacket
long legs unfolding to let ankles cross on the sidewalk
stretching out the long hours he's sat here playing
personal homage brought through the bone rhythms offered to the night
small notion of thanks for passing through and damn good foodas another Camel's dug from the pack
lit off the ember of what's now all but filter
he turns his head towards the presence that lingered
chin tipping up in salutation for Yu Gan
though he doesn't speak to interrupt Maddy's play(annemarie)
Yu stops nearby and is acknowledged, but the others, and the brief glance upward to take her in is noted and met with her own even gaze. Hands still in pockets, she stops nearby as well when the girl starts to play the makeshift drum, brow quirking slightly. Fingers slide free, to lift and smooth over short-shorn hair, before tucking into the pocket of her slacks instead, the coat pushed back over a hip as shoulder finds the lamppost she stops next too.Weight shifts into a comfortable lean as she listens, watches. She doesn’t interrupt, merely watches the flash of fingers against plastic, the rhythm growing under talented fingertips.
(maddy)
Eyes remain closed for now as she slwoly [rhymically] beats on the drum [bucket].Each beat creating the music from the drum.
a nod as he speaks...and her eyes open once more...now there are others there. James having acknowledged one close by.
Heands stop beating...as she rolls the drum back to him. [song done] Prematurely, but done.
Gathering her thoughts back as she clears her throat and nabs one of the Camels offered previosuly to her.
Tattered zippo ignites the smoke.
She remains quiet.Her eyes slowly walk over the 2 new arrivals.
Tall asian man. China town. She cant help but feel the smirk fighting to spread across her lips.
words in her head
just remember who you talk to, people in this town beat your ass for no reasonShe shakes her head, coincidence was NEVER all it was. She could almost bet the guys name was Yu. He matched the description of the one....
Leaning back on her elbows, but not before taking a long drag from the smoke...
Head tilts towards James as she mutters softly..
"friends of yours?"(yu)
*A raise of that slender brow again and he silently nods to James. A look of curiosity over his face as he looks to Maddi and then up at the rather sizable Fenrir approaching. Intresting footware there. His eyes do notice the jacket. If one had those taylored they didn't show as much but the way garou go though clothes it seemed ill advised.
AnneMarie Acknowledged him as well but nothing had been said. Usually he was the most silent one in a group. This might take a while if they decided on inturperitive dance and gutteral clicks to try and communicate.So he looks back to Maddi playing and listens.
When she speaks to James, Yu's eyes slowly move to him. Yu had worked with the Eagles many times. Though usually though Decker.
He awaits the answer to the friend thing.*
(james)
"Mmhm. Work' 'geth'r few times, nah." murmured in a hum, just as soft as the pressure of palms on plastic "'s his digs."quite a bit translated through that bit of slang:
the man is Garou
the man is Alpha
the man is Alpha of the pack that claims this part of the cityany introductions between Yu and Maddy are left up to them
he's PR guy for his packplastic make-shift drum now serves as a table between them
folded trench, sticks, and his pack and lighter placed neatly on top
(respect another's territory, and all that)
then deep umber eyes drift to the statuesque fourth nearby"Dunno her, though."
(maddy)
Eyes to Yu and then to her as she easilly follows his slang. She was fluent in mumble and mutter, along with growl and grumble.A nod. shifting her weight to one elbow, taking a drag fromt he smoke in the other hand, and then rolling back so the weight is displaced back on both elbows.
smoke bellows from her mouth and she shrugs.
Well isnt this just the time to be indroducing n stuff.
A nod. a smirk and she speaks
"Madison Cassidy"
and that was enough for now. If more was needed she was sure hed ask.or beat her ass Which was what she had learned was some of the people in this citys way of welcoming newcomers.
(annemarie)
Dunno her, though.Not unusual, as she’s not met many in the grand scheme of things. Chin lifts toward Yu, however, gathering that this is his territory by words that so softly hum free. Voiceless she may be, however hearing has picked up quite a bit of slack.
She still waits, listening, gaze sliding from one to the next.
Madison speaks, and she tips her head slightly in a silent hello, hand sliding from the pocket of her slacks, a battered notebook between her fingers. She flips, one-handed, through to a mostly blank page, with the most simple of her introductions on it. Hips pull body into motion, standing upright, before she offers the notepad to Yu first, to be passed on as he sees fit.
On it, written, simply. ~AnneMarie Hoch.~
Following Madison’s lead. When they ask for more, they will receive it.
(yu)
*Yu listens to Jame's reply and nods his head. The Quick and the Eagles worked well together. The Quick found lots of ugly stuff for them to kill and the Eagles killed it plenty dead.His dark eyes shift back to Madison. He doesn't have that instant dominating glare that many garou try and acheive. He seems pretty comfortable in his position and where he is and all. Bravo wasn't usually his strong suit.
China town was NOT closed to other garou. As long as you didn't do fucked up stupid shit, you could come and go though the Quicks Protectorate as you liked.
The list of those not allowed actually only numbered one at the moment.
He smiles softly to Madison when she offers her name, not showing teeth, That might be preceived as challenge.
His voice when it comes out is soft. Cultured. No trace of asian accent at all.*
A pleasure to meet you Madision, You as well AnneMarie. James, A pleasure as always. Welcome to my home. May I offer the three of you hospitality? Perhaps refreshment?
*Minding his manners. More flies with honey and even more with good beer*
(james)
the two fingers scissoring the Camel lift up to his brow in pseudo-salute
drifting coil of smoke suddenly snaking a curved hitch in its skyward progression
relaxed as the Ahroun was from the impromptu drumming session
the swelling crackle of electric fury still hums deliberately around him
in league with how the moon high above grows heavily gravid
it could, quite possibly, be the reason he's not standing up
no disrespect intended, he'd rather not implicate aggressionmost the lanky raggedyman does is lean foward to take the notepad
deep umber eyes, the color of Gaia's moist earth, drop to skim across the letters
tilting it so Maddy can read, before he's handing it back"James." spoken carefully in means of introduction, making sure the slur doesn't annihilate his own name, then the unoccupied hand drops down and pats very full belly "Y'r locals took care a tha', f'r me." the others, again, on their own "Thank' though."
(anemarie)
She takes her notepad back with the slightest quirk of her lips – that might, if it lasted long enough, become a smile. It disappears, however, almost before it appears, leaving its actual existence an exercise for the viewer. Her other hand appears then, and fresh page is found, and writing resumes. Her script flows quick, neat, precise – thus no matter the speed with which it appears, it is still easily read.Written. ~No thank you - I am just passing through to my own turf. No disrespect is meant. I was unaware who claimed this area.~
Passed toward Yu to again make the circle.
(maddy)
And she reads and nods to AnneMarie.Eyes slowly moving back towards Yu. who was the only one who didnt find the need to tell who he was...
typical alpha male
Only made her smirk more and shake her head."naw thanks, im cool"
A quick glance around... check please
Was getting mighty crowded, and a whole lotta rage. She still didnt know shit about whos territory was whos, but she knew about this place, also the fountain, and how one could be beaten up and drowned if they spoke to kinfolk.
she had learned a lot in a short period of time.
Now she missed the sound of the drum.
Now she missed the comfort of the beat. Now she missed the casual conversation as she was flung into -technicalities- and -introductions-A quick glance of AnneMaries next scribble and she nods again.
claimed the area Man she missed just being able to go wherever and do whatever.
So many lifetimes ago...
Elbows push her from her ass to her feet and she leans up against the wall once more..."was thinkin of bailin soon anyways"
(yu)
*He bows his head to James with a smile. They did have pretty good grub here. A bit of a smile playing the young Uktena's lips. Turning to the two oh so charming ladies his head is cocked for their replys. He kinda likes the pad. He'd used one a while when he first got to town. About 3 weeks laer he'd spoken and even starteled the shit out of Decker. It was an intresting memory.
Taking the pad he looks.. almost sheepish. Clearing his throat he softly hands the pack back to the integuing young woman.
A look to Madi and he replys to AnneMarie* I must apoligise. My name is Yu Gan and my people do protect this area, though it's open to any that would not cause trouble. Feel free to come and go in peace.
*A bow of his head to AnneMarie and he looks to Madison. A smile* You needn't leave unless you wish to. If you do, please go in peace.(james)
"Know where a fin' us?" attention tilts to Maddy's stretch "Shou' bring y'r drum s'mtime 'n jam."subtle invitation back to the ease of conversation and the comfort of the drums
(the Full Moon can understand how tension, invariably, rose as they gathered)
they both agreed how deep the things they must deal with become
sometimes it's nice to just relax beneath the blanket of tone and rhythm
basic indication that yes, he likes her
at least on the level of simply chilling outdreads shift shoulders when gaze swings back around
not privy to the notepad this session
James keeps his peace and blows smoke rings(maddy)
She gives a nod to the other 2 and then looks back at James."think i will" she smiles..."i miss havin folk to drum with"
another nod and a smile, smoke moving back to her lips...
"im sure ill catch ya around soon..."
(pinky)
::On a random street, on a random corner is exactly where Pinky is walking. Her slip-on sandals clip-clopping her steps as she goes, as always a lollypop hanging from the young blonde's mouth::(annemarie)
She nods a goodbye toward Maddie as she takes her leave, watching her for a moment, before back to James, and then Yu. She slides to a crouch, easily enough, before pivoting weight back, to sit on the curb, jacket flaring around her before settling again. The movement itself is graceful, confident as if she belongs sitting on sidewalks. Long legs fold under her, and the notepad is returned to her grip and settled on a knee.A glance sees pinky nearing, and then it returns to the two men who remain near her. She, characteristically, is silent, until pen scratches across paper again. It seems the other two know each other – and she cannot place James with the pack’s she’s seen right off. His is not a face easily forgotten, so the question is valid. ~Who do you run with, James...?~
And passed, of course.
(yu)
*Yu watches Madison leave and looks to the others. His voice quiet* I hope she didn't leave on my account?
*Eyes flickering up to note the young blond's approach. A soft scent of the air. She smelled of good breeding. Yu's nose was better in homid than many had in lupus. His sight was exceptionally acute, most of all at night or with movment.
He watches her near and turn for the store.
Those dark eyes flicker down to see if AnneMarie would share her note with him. She didn't have to fork it over. He could see it from his place*(pinky)
::At school they always passed notes, and the girl notes it under the sweep of eyelashes. Usually gossip, or so Pink assumes her lips pressing together after the lollypop is pulled from her mouth. For the most part, she's just looking around. Chicago was a dangerous city and she wasn't stupid ...just.. y'know hyper.::(james)
"Take't easy, Maddi." for once, a name that he's capable of saying without butchery, then his head shakes slightly "She's jus' passin' through."dark eyes follow Yu's towards the newcomer
but he allows the Uktena to handle watch
attention turning towards the offered note
freehand waving towards the sidewalk and smokes on the bucket
AnneMarie's welcome to make herself comfortable with eitherinstead of answering vocally, fingers waggle for the pen
series of words and glyphs neatly inscribed for her to read
may as well get it over with - Yu Gan already knows anywayDrums-On-Skulls, Fostern, Full Moon, Bone Gnawer, Eagles.
(pinky)
::Pinky dresses in you guessed it, pink. From the pink rhinestone-studded strap of her banjo to the pink-dyed cotton of her T-shirt. The only relief from pink is the fadded denim of her cutoff and the suntanned complexion of her skin. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. And that THATS when she spots the drum.::Oooooah!
(annemarie)
She doesn’t make use of the buckets or the cigarettes, comfortable where she is, and doesn’t smoke. She takes the page back, and wonder of wonders, a slight smile slips over painted lips, before fading away. She flips to a prewritten page, angling it so Yu can see as well.~AnneMArie Hoch, Bitter Grace to family, Ruhigar to the nation, Cliath Fenrir Modi, beta of the Tar Crawlers of Skid Row.~
Under it written. ~I’ve met Decker. Almost as silent as I am.~ Talk about a painful conversation – with her writing, and his less then steller reading ability. It takes time, for sure.
(pinky)
::A musician at heart, and yes, quite hyper created a significant impact on the girl. Baby blue eyes fly wide open and arms spread wide as if she were standing in front of an audience instead of walking down a quasi-deserted street in the middle of night on a sugar-binge. After a short hop in place she starts to rush the muscian::Y'play th'drums?
(yu)
*Yu feels Pinky's breeding but watching her causes a bit of a confused look to cross his face.
Dark eyes flicker back to AnneMarie and James. Reacing her pad he softly extends his hand and raises his brows to see if he might barrow it. If she lets him he jots his own title down.
Watching Pinky's approach as he does.
Yu Gan, Fasttrack, Uktena Fostern Ragabash. Alpha of the Quick, under Roadrunner.
When he's done writing in a crisp legible script he gently hands it back to AnneMarie. Turning his attention back to Pinky.*(james)
well, a sort've drum
it's more of an empty 5-gallon bucket hired on as a temporary drum
but with the otherwise overall appearence of the raggedyman
(dreadlocks, worn-thin fatigues, black t-shirt that's seen better days)
there's the remaining question of whether or not he actually owned a real one
though.... looks can be decievingon Pinky's unbridled approach - AnneMarie's note is folded under nimble fingers
callouses spanning palm to tip making the move easy by provisionary traction
Yu Gan's addition tripling the brevity of their title's aired in public
and James handles the explosive approach in stride
offering a pleasent, if crooked, grin
(deliberate opposite to the Ahroun's growing Rage)"Yeh." elbow props on the overturned bucket, thumping accordingly "'r whatev'r I c'n fine tha' agrees to a beat."
a part of that is thick Yankee accent
a part of that is battlescar caused slur muddling the words
he holds no expectations of the hyperactive purebred understanding him
(pinky)
::Her attention flickers, y'know, like a flashlight with a low battery.:: Hi. :: Her well manicured hand lifts and opens to shake in a wave that is undoubtedly the friendliest thing ever seen. Until you see that giggle that follows, infectious this blonde girl was and hyper as her gaze flickered to the paper passing::D'ya'all know origami?
::And then James speaks and she bounces from foot to foot on those dangerously elevated sandals her hands clapping together before the loollypop is withdrawn once more. Sour apple. Yummm, her lips are green. Never in your life have you seen someoone so rev'ed up over music at 4am.::
"Thats great! I'm a musician to!"
(annemarie)
She takes back the notepad, nodding to Yu’s addition, before expertly flipping the pages to another, clean page somehwere in the middle. If any found the notebook before she destroyed it, the conversations would be disjointed at best, and definitely of random order – making no since at all. She carefully destroys each page every night, as it is, as an added procaution.Steady, level gaze rests on Pinky, and she just... blinks.
Breeding is pure, and noticeable, but a bit overshadowed by the... over exhuberance, of the woman’s greeting and conversation. Intersting.Brows furrow slightly at the question of orgami, before simply shaking her head.
(yu)
*Yu slowly blinks watching Pinky and slowly looks to AnneMarie and James to see if she's with them, her words would indicate no aquatainceship though. Slowly he looks back to Pinky. A bit speachless to say the least.
A nod to her question of Origami*(james)
rather than being overwhelmed by Pinky's.... exhuberance
the Fostern watches with an air of calm
chuckling softly at the peppering of questions"Nuh. No or'gami, though can' speak f'r these two." they are definitely on their own "What'cha play?"
(pinky)
::And the crowd falls into a stunned sort of silence. Her cue to chuckle again perhaps a little more strained than the last. Pinky's a youngster perhaps no more than 15 or 16 at most - and she settles the lollypop back into pink-glossed lips, hands free to run through the edges of blonde curls::Heh.
::And then James speaks her smile returning with the pleased expression to paint joy into her face. The shifting from side to side begins as if she were preparing for some kind of race. At James's inquiry Pinky tugs on the pink rhinestone-studded strap to bring the banjo around for public viewing -- a well manicured thumbnail sliding over the string with a light florish::
"Ah' might-could play the guitar a bit too."
(patchouli jones)
4:30 a.m. (Or so.) Random streetcorner. Random street. Patchouli walks randomly around the random streetcorner and that's how she comes into play: another golden blonde. The (uncertain at best) illumination from a street light glints on the remains of glitter crusted along the crease of her eyelid and dusted down her cheekbones, as if sometime in the recent past she'd fallen asleep with out washing her face. Her head is up, her gaze has that curious alertness known to coffee addicts, insomniacs, and spies. [ A fevered glitter, 'cos she's a teenager who revels in being up so late? But she's also godamned tired, and determined to NOT be. You know how it is.] When her gaze alights on Yu Gan, AnneMarie, James and Pinky -- her nostrils flare and she lowers her head like a bull, stomping on over like the pavement were her own personal drum.(annemarie)
Definitely on her own. It’s not the first, nor will it be the last time that happens. She, as is her way, remains quiet, her hand folding over the notepad resting on her thigh, pen tucked between fingertips, held at the ready, though the page remains blank.The stomping pulls light blue – so light almost gray – gaze over toward Patchouli, and the bulldogged approach that sounds over the cement, giving the walk a beat of it’s own.
(yu)
*Brows rise even higher at the pink rhinestone banjo. Another slow blink and he's still trying to place this somewhere in a frame of referance.
Turning his dark eyes he notes Pat's approach and tilts his head. This was intresting.*(james)
"Multi'tal'nt'd."or, whatever translation that slaughter of symbols became in accepted English
sadly enough, even with the accent and unavoidable slur, James remains the best speaker of his pack
head tilts a bit, watching Pinky with those dark umber eyes
Patchouli ignored since there are two other Garou keeping watch
even if the Ahroun's quietly amused at their stunned - if natural - silence"So wha's got you out so late, kid?"
conversational and easy going as he may be
there's something strange with such a young'n - pure bred and crackling with Rage - being out so late
especially with the top dog of the area not recognizing her
and the suspicion shows in set of kind eyes turning steely
muscular body relaxed against the wall deceptive in the strength it holds
(he takes not chances on where it is the Wyrm could lay in wait)
he's not outwardly hostile, not by a long shot, but he damn well easily can be(pinky)
::Ever seen Legally Blonde? Pinky has, she has there and watched the DVD non-stop for days and days studying the DEEP and meaningful lessons of life. Rule Numero Uno: Never attempt anything looking Less than your best. It seems Patti has broken this rule supposedly she has a good reason, right? Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. She's absorbed with the OTHER musician. Its an ALL exclusive club - no one ELSE invited. And yes, she's preening under the attention dragging the lollypop from her mouth.::Ah'got th'munches. You?
(annemarie)
Silent, quite naturally, though amused perhaps on some level. Though it’s hard to tell, as expressions seem to barely flicker to life before fading away to carefully learned calm. To have Modi, a metis modi at that, maintain such control, it is perhaps difficult to imagine the extent of the teaching, the harshness of the punishment for failure when such things slipped. Or perhaps not. Their’s is not, after wall, a pretty world, no matter how many Pinky’s with rhinestone=covered banjo strap’s populate it.Gustav is never going to believe this one.
So she watches, she listens, she remains her normal quiet self.
(james)
a soft roll of laughter chuffs out of the urban wolf's chest
not hard to miss she's preening beneath the sudden attention
the amusing thing is just what she's preening before
(ah... the joys of youth.... forgotten such things, haven't you, Jamey-boy?)"Huh-m." head tips towards the floppy top-hat near one knee, bottom filled with various coins and bills "Raisin' funds f'r nex' time. You fr'm roun' here?"
dark eyes switchstance to Yu Gan
fairly sure the Quick's Alpha can pick up on the signals he is
but noooot his job to deal with strange Garou wandering through Chinatown
the Uktena can pick up the conversational slack depending on her answer(patchouli)
James may speak in syllables of English butchered by the war-wound in his cheek, but the last line of syllables was readily understandable enough; the cadence of sandals stomping against the pavement stills and silences, and Patchouli's voice can be defined by how deeply it is, at this moment, aggrieved -- conscious of injustice. "She snuck out!""Again." Her hands are shoved deeply into her pockets; without taking them out, she nudges Pinky with one arm/shoulder, trying not to scowl too deeply in front of the strangers. Geezus, and what stranger trio would be out on this street this time of night? Her gaze goes swimming over Yu Gan (bad ass) and AnneMarie (calm?).
'Cuz caution is this teen's middle name. ...right next to "protective." And "Galadriel", but we won't get into that.
(yu)
*Yu catches James look and has to repress a bit of a grin, looking back to Pat as she makes her entrance into the corner scene. The greeting is a bit cryptic "She snuck out?"
But then Yu Gan is guessing that she ment Pinky.
Turning to behold the pair of them he raises his chin a bit and clears his throat* I don't think I've had the pleasure of making your aquatianceship ladies?
*Voice not having any Asian accent. Hell he's from Cali.*(pinky)
Oh! Sorry!::She blinks, and quite obviously Pink's just not from around here. She tips one sandalclad leg back and digs into the pockets of her cut off producing two wrinkled 5-dollar bills and 26 cents. She's distracted staring at the money for a moment and then nudged. BLINK::
Dang it Patti!
::Hushed shout. You know the sort, as she glaring at the other blonde. They looks somewhat alike two tow-headed kids from the sticks. But this one's middle name isn't caution its: Anastasia. Though her attention is up now and fixed on the girl. Scowl. And then she looks to the silent badass::
Y'almost made m'drop m'lollypop! Uhm thats Patti and I'm Pinky, we're passin' through from Nebraska.
::Attention? Pink SUCKS it up like a sponge. Moon-Dancer.::
(annemarie)
AnneMarie – for her part, is caught simply staring at the duo in front of her, though expression remains carefully schooled... she could fade right on into the background at this point.(james)
Pathcouli speaks up, and the Fostern lets loose another soft chuckle
.......the Truancy Officer has arrived
chin jerks up - Eagle style - as the second teen joins their group
amusement deepens at Pinky's awkward pocket dig then linger"Wasn' a reques', Pink, jus ans'rin' y'r ques'n."
(yu)
*His eyes widen at the accusation of her and that green substance she's licking, or is licking her as it's on her lips. He looks to AnneMarie and James and back to Pinky and Patti. Swallowing his laugh he nods gently to the ladies* Well... welcome to my area Pinky.... * Yes he pauses. Did he just address a Garou named "Pinky"?
Resisting the urge to look for hidden camra's he goes on* ANd Patti. I am Yu Gan.
Have you been in long from Nebraska?(patchouli)
"Or Fred," Patchouli slides in after uhm thats Patti and I'm Pinky, etcetera. "Patti or Fred. Or Cin." Thoughtfully, she fingers a golden tress back behind her ear, sparkles rubbing off on her the side of her finger. "Still haven't decided what name will best suit me in these tumultous years." The edge of her grumpines seems to have been taken off. [Yu Gan called them ladies. Not girls.] "Uhm." Now her gaze is on the bills in Pinky's palm. If Pinky doesn't seem to remember them? The girl gets another nudge. "It's nice to meet you."(pinky)
::Her attention span? A flickering light that fades in and out James speaks and she blinks at him confusedly.::Huh? Oh.
::Before she looks down at the money in her hand going back to SERIOUS contemplation briefly, before cracking a smile - green tinged and all::
Naw ah'was jus'gonna spend it on candy anyway.
::And wasn't that the SAD truth of the matter. The girl managed to exist on lollypops and chewing gum, luckily it affected very little besides her energy level. Either way the girl seemed to radiate that solid mid-western upbringing - with a healthy dash of FUN thrown in. After 'Patti' speaks she blinks tossing a wrinkled 5 into the pucket before she echoes her cousin.::
Yeah, real nice to meet you folks.
(yu)
*Yu nods and reaches up to run a hand though the dark inky hair that's just starting to finally gain length, at his mates request* I'll let my assioates introduce themselves should they wish.
*Yu looks to James and AnneMarie. Repressing the smile. Normally he's the sneaky ninja type ragabash but this is just too good to pass up. Looking back to Pinky and Patti* Are either of you hungry? I tend to expend hospitality to those in my territory.(annemarie)
Even she is still trying not to react to the overwhelming.... perkiness... of the pare before them. She lifts a hand and slides it through close-cropped hair, nails scraping at her scalp lightly, before resting at the back of her neck and down to her lap once more.(james)
"James"offered in way of an introduction
as much information provided as polite in such a situation
though he's more for remaining quietly in the background and watching the game commence
fairly experienced with Yu's low-key stealthy approach
quite a change to be forced into hyperdrive by the pair of glittergirls(annemarie)
A blink, and she flips through pages in her notebook again, before holding up the one that simply says on it ~AnneMarie Hoch.~ to show to the girls, before laying the notepad in her lap again.(patchouli)
"Yeah!" Bounce.Wait. Bounce? No. Wayyyyyyy too Pinky-esque. Patchouli coughs slightly, running her fingers through her hair in an unconscious (? -- like the reflection of a ghost) immitation of AnneMarie. "I mean, yeah. That'd be cool."
Oh man oh man oh man -- breakfast with a real YAKUZA BOSS.
(It's. late.)
Then, unthinkingly, to AnneMarie: "Do you want a cough-drop?"(yu)
*He nods gently to the ladies and James. He'd eaten but it'd been more than 10 minutes and the man was a Gnawer. His brows raise to encompas Anne and James again. To see if they'd like to come.*(pinky)
::Food is offered and YES Pinky is bouncing, foot to foot, the banjo slide back around towards her back.::"Food and Music - Like back home when we smoked from the--Shhch!"
:: Words abruptly halted as an elbow edges straight to Patcholouli's ribs. Yeah Pinky was energetic, but that hyperactivity to have a strange almost painful edge on occasion. Like her elbow. THe 15-year old's face turns bright red before she glances down. Now in an attempt to be subtle.::
"Uh, or a lollypop maybe?"
(james)
the Ahroun's mess of jungle-vine hair sways towards gravity's call
prompted by the distancing of his gaze, the introspection of his countenance
.... duty calls
and one lanky form extracts itself from sidewalk's grip
bucket turned over to receive it's package of trench, drumsticks, and now-folded tophat
he may be a Gnawer, but he damn well cleans up after himself"Thank' f'r th' hosp'tal'ty, Yu, but gotta g't s'me take-ou' f'r th' boys 'n check-in a 'r own turf. Nex' time." gaze turns to the others in the group, departure signalled with a polite nod "La'ies. Nigh' all."
the bucket's collected off the ground
thumping gently against his thigh as the Fostern retreats to his own territory for the night(annemarie)
A coughdrop? A lollypop? Brows furrow slightly, confused for a moment before she realizes they think she is merely saving her voice, or has lost it in a far less permanent way then she did. A glance up to Yu, and a slight shake of her head. She needs to return home to check in with Gustav in the near future.She stands then, half a beat after James, before, to the girls, lips quirk into an almost smile again, as she writes quickly and turns the pad so they can see. ~No, thank you. Your offer is appreciated, however.~
To Yu. ~I must return to work. Thank you for your offer. Goodnight.~
Before she simply turns, and walks away.
(yu)
*Yu bows his head respectfully to the Gnawer. Holding the position a moment before looking up.
He reads Anne's note and bows his head to her as well. TUrning to Patti and Pinky* Looks like it's just us ladies. Shall we?
*One of his arms extends and he motions down the way.*[fade]
Posted by james at April 29, 2004 12:00 AM