May 16, 2004.05.16.04. - elderman [imogen-ratchet-rumor-tristan-steven-julian](james)
the first thing anyone really notices is the dreadlocks
most people can recognize others by the movement of their gait
however, for James, it's far easier to pinpoint his step's effects on the jungle-vine hair
starting six feet one inches above the ground and dropping a good eighteen inches back down again
thick ropes of variegating shades of brown tumble and bounce across muscular shoulders
personalized drumbeat as tips tap against planes of wife-beater exposed skin on his yoke and arms
(it's only May, he's still working on that summer-come tan)
percussion punctuation to a very typical ground-devouring stridejust like the generations of Bone Gnawers before him:
James can walk across a city and back and never once seem to actually have to try
long, lopey steps just seem to cast the blocks awayluckily he doesn't have to pay attention
cause it seems he's more fixated on drawing the pack of Camel's from a pocket
sunglasses slipping down his nose to gravity's call when deep umber eyes strafe
skull slanting for the addition of sight to such an endeavor.... the fuck did that zippo go....
(imogen)
She'd watched, briefly, as the Fenrir Modi walked off, before her gaze straifs away, attention caught by Kemp's antics just up the road, Rumour visible just beyond him, features half expressionless as she lifts the cigarette back to her mouth, the action half halting as she catches a brief glancing scent of her hands.She has no misconceptions as to why a Garou might keep the distance from her, this night, this moment. Scents like that catch her unaware, suddenly strong and memorable after five, ten minutes of having sunk beneath other scents as she grows accustomed.
It was a busy street tonight. James's foot scrapes the concrete, or maybe she feels his rage, or he mutters to himself as he looks for the zippo, and her head turns, finishing her action, putting the cigarette between her lips, and taking a drag as she watches the Ahroun for a moment.
"James," strange how a name can change when wielded by a woman of british descent. When she has his attention, her arm extends, bronze plated zippo held between her fingers, "Here."
(kemp)
Squealing to a halt so close to ratchet he could reach out and kiss her. Debris spewed up by his back tire. One foot down, touching the ground for the balance needed for that sudden half spin, half skidding stop. A rev of the engine. Sunglassed vistage locking on Rachet for just long enough to flash a joy filled, wicked smile and wiggle of his brows. Then he was pushing off with a squeal of that tire to head back up the road.(ratchet)
grunt of satisfaction, pilfered metal disappearing into one of many pockets sewn into long coat that covers gaunt frame from shoulders to ankles. coat holds many treasures, heavy and oddly bulging here and there.dirty hands grasp end of dumpster then, and in flurry of movement just inside alleyway near James and Imogen, skinny form is in motion, swinging over the side and dropping lightly to feet, folding instantly to crouch, long coat fluttering around to pool on filthy cement. a moment spent, head canted, the blossom of sound wary around dirty creature, constant.
(clickclickclickclick)
gaunt frame stretches to stand most of the way upright, shoulders hunched down, making oneself small as possible as feet scurry through shadows toward the mouth of the alleyway. dark hair hangs tangled, lifeless, thick over shoulders as body sinks to crouch, ass against heels, skinny chest pressed to knees, rocking forward slight to peek out at the walk, and those standing there. hand dips into pocket seemingly at random, crumpled wrapper found and in moments constant click is replaced by shove of burger found between lips, shovebitechewswallow in quick succession.
then.
head snaps up as bike comes barreling down on skinny form, and shoulders press tight against wall, making target smaller, harder to hit, dark eyes wide before with sound that borders on terrified, burger spills from hand, and filthy form is up, scurrying around the corner and to the sidewalk avoided, hugging against brick, arms wrapped tight around skinny chest, all but running away...
...narrowly missing collision with James and Imogen...
( clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick)
(rumor)
And he comes barreling past once more. She sticks her tongue out and rolls her colbalt blue eyes as he passes.
Stops. dibris flys and he is headign back towards her.
who gave this kid this machine?
Board off the ground once more she is now ready as he comes barreling towards her.
This time a yell
"You really oughtta get you a white jumpsuit like ol Evil Kineval had, cause you keep drivin like that, you may as well charge people to watch"
Probably only heard
get you a white jumpsuit like ol Evil
Cause he was already passing her once more, not to mention the sound of the bike tuned her voice out. (along with the knack he had for tuning female voices out anyways)
Now she walks...hoping some other ragamuffin prankster was watching and would do the ol cherry bomb trick as she could be just the innocent observer.(james)
James
damn strange when that name's molded by a British tongue
it's an old name. Biblical origins.
essentially boiling down to mean one who siezes another's property or place
(born and raised a Hood, baby)
somewhere in Old English derivatives produced nicknames
so one would think it's a fairly natural thing
almost sounding somewhat dignified when coiled on Cornish accentthen.... one looks at the guttermutt
grin spreads lopsided across the Ahroun's face - when he looks up
right side of his mouth quirks a little wider
the left side hitches when muscles across his jawbone protest against scar tissue"Muh he row."
exagerratedly drawled as pretty as a Southern Belle
one debutante who's reaching arm is smeared with dust and grime from this week's laborous job
fading sunlight catches oblique upon the iridescent inks swirled on right inner arm
sinew and tendon flex over skeleton's granite bone
and the brassy flamage clackZ'Ps cigarette to embrous lifeKemp's vehicular acrobatics barely pull his attention off first drag
ratchet's close call, however, gets the Fostern to huff an acknowledging grunt on exhale
lighter palmed back to Imogen(kemp)
All he caught as he flew past, flashing that grin at Rumor this time, was something about something white and evil. Oh man, she wants to see my shorts! He'd show her something evil alright. Stop that, can't drive if ya don't have blood to the right head, dumbass. Constant chatter going through his head. Nearly running up on the back end of a truck before having to slam on the brakes hard.(rumor)
Alas. People would pay money to see that. Kid on bike face planting into back of truck.
anyone check those breaks lately? he uses them so much they had to be shot soon. She...was...not chasing after him.
No fucking way. So instead she drops the board back to the ground and begins to head up towards the redhead. who just caught her eye. The cop for the dead, or sort-of-cop who worked when people died, or..whatever it was she did. She liked Imogen, although something about the redhead sort of intimidated her. Not as much scared, then respect. Rumor didnt really respect many people. Imogen, she gained respect at the first eyebrow lift at her and arm grab. And that was that.
push push coast towards the redhead.
Shit. Now she was giving pimpleass the prime ass view as she propelled herself up the street. Good thing it wasnt winter, or shed need eyes in the back of her head for incoming snowball-bombs.(imogen)
He can see her stall over what he said, a brief momentary flicker. It's not his slur; she's given that look to a thousand americans, their accents momentarily baffling her and losing her to their sounds. Then it clears, and she smirks, absently, "No more 'Gone wi' th Wind for ..." you.Words cut off as Ratchet nearly collides and the redhead sidesteps to avoid the collision in a breath of pure breeding, rotting death and cigarette smoke, the ember of her cigarette (held between two fingers) coming perilously close to the escaping thing's face before the slender woman snatches it back out of harm's way. Stares briefly at the retreating form, before the squealing of breaks catches her attention.
busy night, isn't it? Her nerves are shot, to be honest. Noises are almost too loud, irritating. She knows too well the symptoms of extreme fatigue. And knows too well how to control them.
Gaze flicking toward Kemp and his psychotic antics, "someone decide he wasn't crazy enough on his own?" her gaze sliding downward toward the girl (pushpushcoast) who approached.
(ratchet)
at grunted huff eyes widen, head canting to cast dark gaze over James and Imogen, the last gathering a second glance – having seen her before – though it is the first that pulls attention back to him. eyes lift, from ground, to eye level, which for the skinny form is less then 5 foot even if she was to stand fully upright, then up further to briefly meet gaze.nostrils flare
(sniff. sniff sniff)though it is more the rage falling off skin that gets attention and gaze to snap back to the walk, dirty fingers pulling knit hat further down over ears, over brow, voice barely audible mumble. “sorry rhya”
(kemp)
Getting his heart back down out of his throat after a second of sitting there, breathing heavily. Man, almost wrecked the bike. Prime concern for the bike, not his life, he was destined to die some grissly death sooner or later as it was. Likely eaten by something nasty. Turning to go back down the street at a more sedate pace, just so he could make sure Rumor heard him. "Shake it baby, shake it!" A wolf whistle and blare of the horn.(rumor)
How could she hear the whistle over that godforsakenly awful horn. She couldnt. However she did hear the shake it baby and tilts her head slightly to shake it at him.
Her middle finger. "Thats what you meant isnt it?" barking back at him as he passes her. "Cause if i flash my ass at you, youll be crashing that puppy for sure"
push push coast.
push push coast.
Stop.
Imogen, and others. No one she knew...but it was no matter. pop the gum snaps and the bubble goes back into her mouth. Something inside her, (cant fight hormones) even when you WANT to and pretend they dont exist...something inside her, making her look briefly back to see if he was in fact following.(james)
the look shot towards Imogen's admonishment is something akin to - unrepetant?
coupled with a shrug flexing the ashed scars creeping up from beneath the back straps of the wifebeater
James would almost look innocentif he wasn't a walking, talking, full-mooned version of primal nightmare
luckily the moon is slender rising in the skydeep umber eyes follow gravity's pull towards the little creature all but disappearing into the sidewalk for apology
he doesn't need to see what Kemp's doing to know how balls out insane it is
the sound effects are creating quite a mental image above already known and expected methods of behavior
(nice to know the kid's doing AOK)
dark orbs peering over the sunglass rim in something resembling curious inspection
(sorry rhya?)
attention flicks towards Rumor's arrival - but soon enough it's back on ratchet
brow lifting a bit towards frame of heavy dreadsno matter how long he's been Fostern, even to the point of serving on the Elder Council, such titles tend to still catch the Ahroun a biiiiit off guard
"No worry, kid....."
(kemp)
He was rumbling to a halt behind the little gathering. Glasses put away, too damned dark for him to see with them on and he didn't want to hurt his baby and be on foot again. Murky green eyes the color of moss on the bottom of a pond. Those eyes went from James with a lift of his chin in greeting, to Imogen with a wiggle of his brows, then to Rumor to snicker. Last to Ratchet with open curiosity. "Who are you?"(imogen)
Rumour's approach results in a brief regard of the girl, what serves as a greeting before ratchet makes an apology, and the slender woman's gaze flicks that way, head half tilted toward the sound of banter at her back, attention paid more out of prudence than anything else.The sound of her pager (loud, sharp, repetitive) likely does little to soothe ratchet, even as it is killed abruptly with a muted curse ("Shit.") that sounds all the worse for the fact it spoken by a british tongue, and the brits always seem to curse as if they mean it, rather than as a part of the conversation.
She's already stepping away as she pulls the pager away from her pocket, glancing at the lit display as her brow furrows briefly (sleep, apparently, was not in the order of things to be doing this night), glancing briefly at the assembled before turning on her heel with a muttered excuse (it's meaningless because she's said it a thousand times. It's likely a "pardon me" rather than anything else. Something subtle quiet and formal), dropping her cigarette to the ground to kill it beneath a shoe. Her hands and skin still smell of death, and it's not likely to improve, as she reaches for her cellphone to call into the number at which she'd been paged, making her way quickly to her car.
(ratchet)
wilt. more people. lots of people. redhead and girl on wheels and bike that breeds tremble in the depths of filthy coat that hides skinny form.disappear.
shoulder against the wall, gaunt form folds, falling into comfortable (protective) crouch, flash of silver in hand breeds sound that clicks constant in state of terrified agitation at near running over someone who bleeds rage even on slender shape of luna’s rising. swallow. hard.
dark eyes peek up. dive down. it is not precisely a cower. it is expectant. No worry? always worry. especially when rumbling machine pulls up, and sends gaunt form around to put James between her and the man on the machine.
swallow. hard. (always answer.) “..ratchet. who you.”
(kemp)
"Ratchet?" Was that ratchet or wracket? No he was the noise maker here. "Kemp, of course." Chucking his thumb at Rumor. "That's Random." Never saying her name right. "Heya James. Where ya been? Like my bike?" Off and running at the mouth now. "Isn't she sweet? Man, I still can't believe Midori bought it for me. I mean, look at it man!" Just about dancing on the seat. "Runs real fast too. And corners like you wouldn't believe."(rumor)
She looks quietly at ratchet. A smile flashed that way. wonder if she took her advice on where the good food pickings were Hadnt seen her for a while, actually had forgotton about the odd one. But soon remembered the clickclickclickclickThen her attention diverted to the dreaded guy. More dreads, like Roxys, only dark. And he was. wow.
Double take as she glances at James. Damnnnnnn.....The chirping of Imogens pager snapping her out of her teenage gaze and she watches Imogen quickly retreat to do whatever it is she does. Work with the dead, cop style. Hell she got a badge and shit. That couldnt suck...Rumor was sure she had a gun too, not that a few words alone from the redhead couldnt stop crime if need be.A pause. Cheeks flush slightly and she turns her head quickly.
Shit i hope i didnt stare too long.And Pimplefaces voice sends her gaze back to him, "Runs better when you arent smashing into things" she grins.mWatching him get all excited over the bike. He was cute too...she couldnt forget that, plus it was like frick n frack, bonnie n clyde, ren and stimpy (minus all the snot)
Turning her head back to James, "Rumor, not Random, pimp--- (Not in front of others) Kineval there just has some sort of problem with remembering my name"(kemp)
Pausing right in the middle of his showing off the bike to blink at Rumor. "Right, Random, like I said. Anyway. I was thinking eventually I'll get a bigger bike, but for now, isn't this sweet?" Patting the tank between his legs. "I don't bite, much." Adding with a look to Ratchet. A quick scan to see what he could of her. Man, no tits? "Ain't seen you before."(james)
chin lifts - Eagle style - and some impression forms over the lines of Totem phone
a familiarity in the greeting, objective reassurance of pack's close proximity
but the slender creature further accomplishing the disappearing act drags his attention around
he doesn't follow her movement, precisely
(she's trying so hard to HIDE)
it's more peering over his shoulder at her new position guarding his heels
(.... he'll... hope.....)
casually taking another drag off the Camel
(he can smell her agitation and the growing shadows of terror)yeh, very much acting the beeeeeg protecting Ahroun from the sheer threat of.... Kemp.....
considering he's stopped the bike
he's probably far less of a danger, reallyJames keeps the amused thought very much to himself
pawning it off through the wave for Imogen's departure
(like that was out of the ordinary)
following the Rotagar's avalanche of information for a moment
(more like catching up)
and giving poor ratchet a chance to adjust and relax"Been 'roun'." scruffy as the Ahroun looks, resultant mess from work aside, the way he speaks is a far costlier affront to the decorum of contemporary society and the English language itself.... thick accent spawned from the gutters of New York butchering words further by the slur he's trying very hard to speak slowly enough to avoid, thus avoiding repeating himself to clarify for present company "S'a cool bike, bro... but learn'a dri'e this'n 'fore you think 'bout more horsepow'r."
that might even be a chiding smirk, thereabouts
"Jame'z."
on the wings of a half-apologetic chuckle to Rumor
since Kemp took care of introductions
there's a hand offered in semblance of formality
dark inks catching the light as right arm extends
hands that could crush bone through a shake tempered to little more than firm
palms mapped by thick callouses brought by a life that's been anything but easythat done - he turns back to ratchet to repeat the introduction
hand stopping before it gets too close
(he doesn't want to scare her)
letting her choose to shake or sniff or completely ignore
(rumor)
Damn. It was getting a bit chillier as it was getting later. The gnawer kin felt slight goosebumps begin to raise on her arms. Tank top did not cover much, and sun was now gone. Untying the lightweight flannel shirt from around her waist she puts it on leaving it open.Jamez she nods and shakes his hand...now completely in control and certainly not staring. It just caught her off guard, was all.
"Nicetameetcha" she nods and points a finger at Kemp. "More horepower would be a badddd thing, hed embed himself in a manure truck before the week was out"
a chuckle and James tends to the scared one.Rumor moving to Kemp now...a grin. "See you managed to stay alive these past few days, lucky huh?" she grins and messes his hair quickly before taking a step back. Cant swipe at her if hes balancing on the bike.
"dont forget you still owe me a swim" she smirks "Plus....i got something kick ass to show you...when you arent so busy"
Now her excitement is showing, like his was about the bike. "Seriously.."(ratchet)
words flow around and swirl and kemp talks more then steven and its a slow blink that covers dark eyes for fraction of a second before sullen glare watches again.guard the ryha’s heels.
sound is steady, constant clock as thumb slides over nub in agitated caress, drawing comfort from favored tool, toy, namesake. head cants – animalistic, watching. Kemp. RandomRumor, James.blink at hand. touch, on street, means a multitude of things primarily pain. hopefully trust. it takes a moment, nostrils flare, before silver slides from one hand to the other, and right lifts to touch James palm quickly, leaving dirty smear in wake of just as fast retreat.
“new.” reply to kemp before dark eyes flick up, meet his, then back down again. murmuring “diner man said look for james rhya with viney hair and funny talk.” pause. “you?”
(kemp)
Frowning with the lack of support for a bigger bike from Rumor. Then the messing with his hair really brought on a scowl. "Watch the hair!" Like the wind hadn't made the shaggy mess look wild already. The frown turning to a look of interest for a moment for Rumor's show and tell. Boobs maybe? Then his attention was back on Ratchet hiding there behind his packmate. A slow easy grin showing. "Me what? Me Kemp, remember?" Nostrils flaring slightly with his lean forward over the handle bars.(tristan)
Long steps seem to devour the ground, carrying the lean form down the walk toward the group at the other end. He’s been following a certain kids random path through the city for a while – it’s not TOO hard to do, really, the trail of obsenities and horn blowing and casual flip offs flow in the wake of his boy on his bike. Amused now, as he sees the bike has pulled over momentarily – most likely momentarily at anyrate, because he knows well the boys obsession.Hand tucked into pocket, the other occupied in lifting cigarette to lips and letting it fall to tap ashes to the cement, before lifting again. In something of a good mood – though there’s a lingering worry under skin. Shake it off, pretty boy – and say hello to your family – hand reaches up, and musses Kemp’s hair. “What was that? mess with your hair?” good natured grin, nod up for his bro and rumor. “Someone forget to invite me to the party?”
(steven)
*He'd let Jo use the truck tonight and she'd dropped him off at work. The shift ended a bit early. Slow night on the drive though. So he hits the door heading out into the evening.
Dressed like most of the people in his profession in the stanard ugly ass uniform. Black pants, a green and yellow button up shirt that has a name tag reading "WELCOME TO O'TOLLYS, MY NAME IS STEVE on his head is the ballcap, green with the big yello "O'" on it, long sandy blond hair pulled though the back of it. In his right hand he has a bag fulla gutbusters. About the only perk of working at a fast food joint. You can raid the old burgers out of the window when you bail for the night. In his other hand he's got one of those Huge gulps, the big ol 64 oz ones filled with pepsi. He's sucking on that as he looks around* Where you at this evening BettyJo?(james)
"May teach'm 'ow a dri'e quicker'n pussy footin' it 'roun' a this thing."winked at Rumor
James was, after all, a showman at heartthere's the illusion of a momentary pause as his gaze seems to... distance a little
conversation between him and packmate passing before it even really began
such is the convenient of TotemPhone
makes it real easy to clarify where others stand before discussion continuesdrawing back to ratchet's soft, soft murmuring
chin dips in a nod as the raggedyman drops to crouch
palm folding over the dirty smear of her greeting
as if to cradle the effort of her contact (trust) in strong hand"Yeh.... tha's me." he voice isn't any louder than ratchet's murmur, but it's flavored with easy (lopsided) grin "BeeGee Eld'r at'cher service."
(rumor)
"Oh i watched the hair..its all over the place" she chuckles and drops the board once more. Circling around the bike.
push push coast push push coast.
Her secret finding ignored. And that was the last shed mention it. Fuck that.
Head turns as Tristan repeats the hair game. Making her smirk more.
"Hey there, it was an impromtu party...but you did almost miss Kineval here face plant into a truck" she grins.
(kemp)
"Oh man, not the hair mom!" Once more finger combing his hair down with a frown. Waving the smell of smoke away. "Gonna give me cancer." The standard response to Tristan's smoking. "Second hand smoke kills faster than first. Surgeon general says so." Shooting Rumor another glare for ratting on him like that.(spider)
Everything is spirit. Everything has a spiritual residue, leaving a shadowy trace upon the umbral reflection of this world. For those that know how to manipulate that spiritual ether, very little remains hidden. Particularly the presence of a Garou in Tribal territory.Across the Gauntlet, umbralside, Spider watched the gathering through the convenience of a lo-tek weaver device, making sure that everything stayed in order. True to his tribe.
(ratchet)
viney haired man crouches and head tips slightly, gaze dropping to hand, and when he doesn’t wipe grime away, head ducks a little to hide any expression, before dark eyes peek up again. head cants, slight, and voice still soft. “ratchet. little nomoon gnawer cliath. said to meet you. me and..”gaze fades much as his does, before huff of annoyance. ~not name! ratchet!~ before ~meeting gnawer elder here. come too? bring food? ratchet hungry. boy almost runned me over, dropped food.~
and back to James. “steven comes too. steven smart. pack.”
(steven)
I'll come. Have food for sister.
*Steven takes a moment to concentrate. Feels the link beteween he and his packmate more than some might. Sniffs the air a bit and turns. Heading "that" way at a stroll. His sneakers eating up the ground in an effortless stride.*(julian easter)
He locks his place up for the evening, deciding to go out and get a little air. It couldn't hurt could it? Besides he had to get down to buisiness, and didn't wanna find himself locked up in his place night, and day.So with a flick of the wrist, he twirls his keys in one finger then stuffs them in his pocket. THe first place his eyes go are up, looking over each building as he passes. However one cannot decide on where to go when they have no clue what path they will take to get there.
So he finally lowers his eyes back to earth, and with that notoriously charming smile of his he heads straight ahead. There has to be something entertaining to do with ones evening in a city this large.
(tristan)
He just laughs, and watches James deal with the little.... girl? woman? streetkid? before hooking an arm around Kemp’s neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. “A truck, huh? you were wearing your helmet weren’t you....” standard mom response to his almost killing himself over and over.a wink for Rumor. “What’s this I hear about a special place to go see and get into trouble at? and swimming? How come no one ever invites me? damn. straight boys get ALL the action...”
(rumor)
Yeah and she could save his ass too with her remarks.
"wore the helmet and missed the truck." a grin, "thing came out of nowhere ... thinkin it ran a red light...Uberquick reflexes had him swerve and miss a near collision" grinning back to the glare.
(adds)
"first, he invited me to this swimming thing, but never actually showed me where it was, so im thinkin it was all a line-o-crap"
she chuckles. Still circling around the bike. Push push coast.
"and my place...well he was uninterested...but ill take ya for SURE...ya gotta check it out...its bitchin"
She stops and thinks..."but wait, you board, or ride, or anything? Hell doesnt matter, theres something for everyone!"
(kemp)
Just about to say something when Rumor piped up and actually managed to stump him for a moment. Mouth moving a few times like the words were stuck before getting out. "Uh."(james)
"Nice a meetcha, Ratch't." breif glance and widening grin shot towards Tristan, but he doesn't let attention stray from the little Ragabash for long, carrying on in the name of officiality: "Fos'rn, Full Moon."not that it wasn't, y'know, obvious
but James isn't the type to ignore the convention of dignifying another's efforts
exhaling the last bit of smoke pointedly awaaay from ratchet
then flicking the butt to the nearby gutter(kemp)
One thing he didn't do was lie. Why lie when the truth was so much better at times? Especially with his gift for latching onto something obscure and blowing the hell out of it. And he never, ever lied to Tristan. So this was one of those times that Uh was about all he said.(rumor)
Quick whisper to Tristan as the circling around the bike get him close to the pretty boi
(rumor)
to Tristan: "Holy shit, he is family" nod to James. "now thats one hottie"
no intentions on pursuing something as rediculous as the fostern going for a 15 year old, certainly not, she had her eyes on Kemp..even if he ANd she didnt know it...but who can resist eye candy when it is offere
(ratchet)
nod, sharp, animalistic, quick. hands lift, fingers dig behind ear, scratch, hat dislodging slight and quickly pulled over odd-shaped ear, tugged low again before scratching shoulder. hip. ass. and folding again around knees, press of chest tight to bony limbs. “diner man say you ok. elder an stuff. so if James need ratchet or steven or pack james barking chain. ratchet come.”trust. on the words of others, she offers aid when needed. though nose wrinkes. “ratchet small, but strong. smart. fix anything. fix steven’s cooker. he make eggos! you like eggos?” syrupy goodness was inhaled just that morning, scent of maple still on chin, jaw.
sudden duck of head. lots of words for quiet ragabash.
clicks bloom, but slow and steady. totemphone. ~think elder is good gnawer. speak soft. crouch at level with ratchet though ratchet monster.~(julian easter)
He seems to be whistling to himself. His smile is almost sickeningly cheerful. The bright look on his face is almost too pleasant to be trusted. Still he mannages, he is young, healthy, and full of life.Clean cut, and nicely dressed, though not too nice. A light brown suede jacket covers him, with a black t-shirt underneath. Blue jeans, and fairly new tennish shoes. Nothing fancy, nothing of any particular note, just nice.
He keeps on his ever forward path, flashing a smile to those he passes. Sometimes even stopping to say hello to complete strangers. Saking them about the weather. It is as if he were born in a small town, and felt some compulsion to say hello to everyone he meets.
He even stops to help an old lady across the street, and is thanked with an akward stare as the woman turns the other way to wander off.
Taking that with a shrug, and a smile he crosses the street in her stead, muttering an obscenity or two under his breath. Hey he was trying to be nice? Last thing we need is the fire department having to scrape old woman off the street rather than having to deal with a real emergency.
(tristan)
“Sorry, don’t bike or board – I’m not where near graceful enough for that kind of shit. And I think you’d both have too good a time laughing at me falling down...”Broad grin and wink offered to his brother, before watching the teenagers banter back and forth and rumor do the unthinkable – cause Kemp to be speechless..... leaning into the whisper and cracking up with a nod. “I agree. 100%. All the way around.” a wink, and then back to Kemp. “Cat got your tongue there, boyo? never seen any girl render you speechless.....”
(steven)
*Adding though the alleys and blocks between them Steven closes in on his packmate. Humming to himself as he goes. Pausing in an alley about a block off to releive himself, he zips up and heads on towards where she'd pulled him.
You're not a monster Ratchet. You're my sister. You're a good garou. I'm almost there.
He turned the corner a block off and sees a group of people. Hurm... heading that way he lets his spring blue eyes travel over each, Guy on a bike, girl on a board, another guy, kinda pretty in that monkey way, big guy crouching by little sister. Seems this was the place. Stevens strides bring him closer. The smell of burgers and frys preceeding him.*(rumor)
She smirks and chuckles.
push push coast. push push coast. Making her way around the bike and the kid on it.
Turning back to Tristan with a wink. "Oh believe me theres even more to do, ya dont haveta bike or board...this place is like findin a goldmine..but pimpl" (not in front of others..) pause..."Kineval here didnt wanna see it, so what can i say, but ill show ya tomorrow...shoudlnt go there at night anyways"
a pause and now a quick whisper to Kemp as she approaches him in the circling...(kemp)
"Oh you're graceful enough. I seen some of the positions you twist into." Rolling his eyes at Tristan. Unable to hold in a smile. He didn't get to see mom as much as he'd like to. "And no, no girl made me speechless. That's just Random."(james)
whatever oddies her scratching seems to uncover
or whatever means she quickly enacts to cover it back up again
James doesn't seem to pay it any mind
ear lent towards the small Ragabash
though he's still somewhat paying attention to the others
meeting her offer with an easy smile"Yeeeeaaaah, love eggo's. 'precia'e more y'r off'r a help - you'll hear fr'm me." head cants, sending dreads slanting off one shoulder tipped with black-ashed scars, smelling the burgers and fries faaar before seeing the guy carrying them "Tha' Steven?"
(tristan)
He snorts, and shakes his head. “Thought you were sleeping the night Roxy came home to stay...” oh that grin slides wiiiiiiiiiiiicked. and he just winks, chuckling. Glance to Rumor, and a nod. “Sure – I’ll go tomorrow. maybe the stubborn one here will finally give me a ride on the bike and we’ll both come.. what do you say boyo? let me cuddle close for a ride?” Teased – he agrees. Don’t get to spend near as much time together as they used too. damn bike. stealing his boy away....
(kemp)
Turning his head to watch Rumor circle till she whispered. A shake of his head before reaching behind himself for the helmet on the back of the seat. "Naw, not tonight. I got things I gotta do." Plopping the helmet down on his head. "Gotta go do my rounds." A nod up to James again. Quick hug for Tristan. Not afraid to show open affection for him. "Sure, I'll take you tomorrow. Think you can handle it?" A wiggle of his brows. Then he was nodding towards Ratchet. "Nice to meet ya." He'd been very good and had curbed his usual forward ways because the girl was busy hiding. "See ya tomorrow Random. I gotta get." A nod up for Rumor and he was backing the bike away to start it with a kick. Green eyes slipping over the new arrival before he was taking off. Shooting over the phone. Yell if ya need me.(ratchet)
nod, slight, at that, though there’s not quite a grin, as head cants and gaze shifts following the scent of food.sniff. sniffsniff.
sharp nod. “steven. bring food. want some?” brother. packmate. brings food – nothing more could be asked for. waits until he gets closer, before unfolding, and quick steps carry slightly hunched form to make the distance disappear, slipping under arm knows will be offered, face buried against steven’s chest, breath deep, before turning. grab of free hand, and tug, pulling steven closer, faster, and falling again to crouch before elder man. “steven. james. elderman.”
hopeful look at bag....
(rumor)
She chuckles..."you gonna get ON that thing with him?" she shakes her head..."make SURE you take something for your stomache though, if he doesnt give ya whiplash with the turns, youll get nautious for sure"
She had been on the back of that thing...
Roxy....the girl withthe dreads who cooked, fixed cars, and had bigger balls then most.
Stayed...
Tristan twisted in positions...
Kemp said Tristan was gay. Ok drop it, she had NO idea what the hell kinda reality show sitcom these eagles were involved in, but shed just wait and watch to see who got off the short bus next..."we'll see if ya show up big guy" she winks.
(tristan)
Laughs and shakes his head. “You don’t have anything I can’t handle boyo. Be careful on that thing, huh?” Followed by warm hug, never afraid to show affection, especially for his kid.And at Rumor’s confused look, he laughs and arches a brow. “You look confused there kiddo...” spit it out – he’s virtually unoffendable, after all.
(steven)
*His arm is indeed extended to her. Hugging her close and kissing her brow. THe bag given over effortlessly and he sips on his huge gulp as he's lead over. Gently scraching Ratchets back he looks betweent he people there then lowers his eyes respectfully. Switching the big gulp to his left hand he drys his right on the O'Tollys shirt and offers it to James* Nice ta meet cha.
(rumor)
She shrugs..."Pimpleass" (yes she was dumbass to him, he was pimpleass to her, and no she wouldnt call him that in front of the others, like he asked, unless of course...he had GONE already)
"Said you were gay" she says it like its no big deal...casue it wasnt..."which was a shame n all, cause just means another one gone forever" a shrug and she just pushes randomly up and down in a figure 8. "So, hearing him talk about you and the blonde all twisted up...made me kinda wonder, either he was fuckin with me, or Roxys a transvestite" she shrugs.
"regardless, and nonetheless, its no matter to me" she chuckles and blows a grape bubble
pop
Tristan asked, she answered.(julian)
He stops at another corner, and lifts his hand. Pulling the sleeve up to look at his watch, and shrugging to himself.When the light changes he crosses yet another street. Looking up, and down the street as he does. Wanting to get to know this place the best he can. Which shouldn't be long, he has a knack for getting to know the streets in the area he lives.
After all, how the hell are you gonna get away if you don't know where the hell you are going?
(james)
the banter of the kin and Rotagar gets his attention to stray
brow quirking upwards... maybe he should have paid a little more attention
nevertheless, he tosses another nod up after Kemp
Will do, kidthat timed with ratchet's dart for the safety of pack
he takes the moment to go from crouch to ass-planted-firmly-on-cement
(slinging stock is a damn tiring thing to do for hours on end, even for an Ahroun!)
long lumbar lines pressed up against convenient brick wall
arm extending, er, up for Steven's salutory shake"Pleasure' mine." framed by an easy, yet lopsided, grin - let's just get this out of the way now, Jamey-boy - speaking so it's pretty much meant for Steven alone "Jukebox. Drums n Skulls. Fos'rn full moon a Eagle n...." this part rolling on a soft laugh that formed somewhere in his chest, dreads swinging as head tips towards ratchet's provision of information ".... BeeGee Eld'r."
that fucking introduction is getting longer and longer and longer.....
(tristan)
He chokes on inhalation and laughs, shaking his head as he mixes laughter and coughing for a few minutes, cigarette flicked into the gutter. There’s a glance at James and the newcomer, and the scurry of the little street rat, before catching his breath and nodding to Rumor.“I am gay, Roxy’s a really good friend of mine, and got me drunk and took advantage once. It’s a matter of great amusement among the eagles, some of whom hoped I’d been ‘fixed’ of my little problem. But I’m still less fashionably challenged then all the rest.” winks.
(ratchet)
..hand snatches bag with hum of appreciation, crouched she still manages to seem smaller then either of them, even when James is sitting and leaning agianst the wall. bag set before feet, dirty hands digging inside of still warm bag, first wrapped burger and fries found offered without hesitation to elderman. it’s the way it should be. next is offered to steven, and when they have taken first bite, only then does starving waif unwrap one and start to shove greasy burger into mouth.shovebitechewswallow.
clicks are silent now, though sliver ratchet is still in hand, seen between bites, under cuff of too long coat.
(steven)
*Steven looks up to James eyes for a moment during the intro so he'd know that he was listening then lowered them again. Looks to Tristan and Rumor and smiles a bit, then starts to scrich ratchets back. His own voice very low. Barly over a whisper* Steven Card, Fastball, Ragabash of the Gnawers. Member of the Whirlwind. Twisters chosen.
*A nod to Ratchet* Brother of Ratchet here. Hope we're not infringing on turf man?
*He takes one of the gutbusters and smiles unwrapping it. Flicking the tomato and lettuce to Ratchet and taking a bite*(julian easter)
He reaches into a pocket as he crosses yet another street. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, and going to his pocket for a light. As he walks across he can be seen patting all of his pockets once by one. He finds nothing, and curses himself silently.With a sigh he looks up ahead, seeing Tristan, and Rumor gathered he decides to ask either of them. So he finishes his crossing of the street, and calls out."Hey, either of you two got a light? I seem to have left mine behind somewhere."He smiles, it is hard for him not to. That grin of his playful, and charming as ever. Friends, or strangers, it did not matter. He seemed to enjoy everyone's company alike. At least on the surface, he would try to.
(rumor)
She thinks and nods..."oh..ok" And that was that. Made perfect sense to her. "Probably a good reason to not drink alcohol...never know who youll end up with, right?" a grin.
Ok so Roxy wasnt a transvestite...fair enough. Worked for her.
Like Kemp had said, she just blurts things out before thinking sometimes, and doesnt apologize for it. Now flipping the board into her hand she looks over at Tristan, and is in range that unless someone was purposely trying to eavesdrop, it was just a one on one type covneresation, not to say she was whispering, but there was enough go0in on she wasnt worried."So whats pimpleass's problem, he just like pickin on me enough to keep me around to annoy, but then every time he actually plans to go do something fun... (TROUBLE probably) he bails" a shrug. She does not sound like some crush-ridden sex starved wannaboyfriend girl, instead more of a ..why does frack leave when the adventure is bout to begin...or why does Tom Sawyer bail right when Huck finn comes up with the idea.
a pause..."hes a funy one yaknow...great ideas...(chaos and trouble!) Not so good on the follow through" she grins.
She glances up..."No sorry..."no light here, she was one of the few who didnt smoke...wait.
packrat.
She had everything in those pockets of hers.
"actually here" she pulls a pack of matches from some random bar she had found at some point out of overalls and tossed them to the voice.
"Keep em i dont need em"(james)
ooh. burger. fries.
color James a happy camper"Thank'." nod of appreciation for ratchet's offer of food - one boot reaches out and nudges Tristan's, getting the kinsman to turn, and then James does what most would think, well, unthinkable for an Elder in this day and age, he splits the burger in half, rewraps part, and tosses it up to the prettyboi, fries in turn offered to Rumor, before he continues on "Nuh.... our turf's riv'rsi'e... here's share' by a few gangs."
slang infused for proper garouly terms upon Julian's arrival
he gets a nod, since James isn't one to speak with his mouth fu........ where DID his half of the burger go?
(gone baby... in.haled.)(leroy)
VAAARRRROMmmmm ZZOoooommmDown the corridors of the city's streets. A double stacked florescent headlight beamed through the night. The Black BMW K1200RS scretched down one street before another. The yellow jacket Bell Helmet wearing mountain upon its back twisting and swerving this way and that upon the large crotch-rocket.
(tristan)
He chuckles and nods, slightly. “Kemps a good kid, but a bit gunshy about girls. bring him nothing but heartache, you know. He’s still mourning the last relationship, though don’t tell him I said so. He doesn’t like to talk about it. But he’s fun – and when he follows through, he’ll probably surprise you. Just take it slow with him, and you’ll be fine. obviously he likes you enough to hang out – that says a lot for my boy.”Julian walks up and hands dig for lighter, but Rumor beats him to the punch. flash of grin suffices as hello for him then.
blink at the nudge, and he looks down at his bro, and grins, catching the offer. “Thanks, bro.” winked, and he unwraps the gift with a nod toward ratchet and steven. “Appreciate it...”
inhalation to rival his brothers, commences.
(rumor)
Fries from the *swoons* elder. Cheeks flush she catches them and nods a thanks...she would SAY thanks, however, kermit the frog has taken residency in her throat and she seems to have lost her tongue.
cough cough
A quick glance to Tris, who knew exactly what she was thinking.
Hell she was 15, hormones ran through her like arabid waterfall. And James, not only plesant and charming, was eyecandy to the young teen.(ratchet)
glance up as James further shares food with boy with curly hair and the other girl, head tipping slight. ~he share!~ incredulous, really, but in a good way. catches lettuce and tomato from steven, adds to burger, and continues until licking wrapper clean, fingers sucked into mouth and juices licked from them as well, before garbage ends up in one of many pockets, seemingly at random.more fries grabbed before hmmmmmm increases. “remembered!” and from the bottom cherry pie is pulled out, box pried open and with a moments thought, piece broken off and offered James, before sugary delight disappears into starving waif’s gullet.
(leroy)
That headlight engulfs the gathered crowd from afar. A block down the bike guns its engine towards them. Closer, closer. Lightpoles, letterboxes, parking meters pass him. Its these moments he feels like he's a pilot taking off from the Battlestar Galacticashishishishishaaawum!
And then the bike came to a screaching halt near them. Its massive engine purring a soft mutter as the mountain of a man. Obviously black by the color of his skin wearing only a t-shirt and faded blue-jeans; lifted to raise the visor of his helmet. LeRoy's voice muffled from it. "Whats up bro? Where's lilt broken eart?" Glancing around for Kemp after finding James and them.
(steven)
*Steven watches the interplay among those here. Taking another bite of hs burger and chewing slowly. Kept him from needing to talk. A nod to James' words though. He caught their meaning.
Sucking his teeth a bit he sniffs the air and looks around and back to James and Ratchet.
A nod to Ratchets mental observation. Hand dips and Suddenly there is a Wrapped Gutbusterburger gently lobbed in LeRoy's direction. Food on the wing*(tristan)
He cracks up at Rumor’s sudden loss of voice, and arches a brow, his grin un.re.pent.ant. as he wiggles his brows at her, and stage whispers. “you think he’s hot now, should see him in just a towel after a shower.”oh. that aughta help.
Cue innocent look as he grins up at LeRoy. “Hey Butta...”
(julian)
He takes the matches, and gives rumor a smile. Stepping back a step or two closer to the edge, though still facing them both.He lights his cigarette to calm his nerves, and looks up and down the street, before looking back to both of them. They didn't seem particularly harmful, and he was out to try to find people. He figured he would try to start somewhere.
He looks first to every face, not wanting to single anyone out or leave them thinking he is trying to ignore anyone.
"So you guys live around here?"Sure it wasn't the perfect way to start up a chat with complete strangers, however he had little to go off from what he knew about them, and all he needed was one interesting little hint to get a full blown conversation going. He was nice enough looking that he could be thought of as little more than a good looking tourist, looking to meet people. There is no harm in that is there?
(james)
"Yeh met these two ye'?"yet another Eagle-style nod up towards Tristan and Rumor
as the question is directed to Steven and ratchet
one big ol' smile delivered at his battle buddy
Julian's question answered with a shake of his head and offhand wave in the general Riversidely direction
mouth currently occupied with the offered piece of piewhich also serves purpose to delivering another nudge - kick - to Tristan's ankle instead of any snapped remark
(julian)
LeRoy's arrival is duely noted. As it should be. The large man catches the smaller man's attention. He was not quite large enough to be concidered intimidating. Of pretty average build, and size, so it is unsurprising that LeRoy would catch his eye a moment or two. The man was large, and the bike he was on made enough noise that it would alert one to his presence even more. The man was far from unnoticable, so it was that simple fact that caused Julian to look his direction.It was not long however before he looksed back to the crowd he had been more or less attempting to speak to.
(tristan)
YELPS as he’s kicked by his brother, but the grin is STILL unrepentant as he winks that direction, and then toward Julian. “Nah – hang more riverfront way, just wandering tonight. yourself?”and then at James’ words, shakes his head, switches position with still stunned Rumor, and crouches down beside his brother. “Haven’t had the pleasure, I don’t think. I’m Tristan. James here is my bro.” Hand offered to ratchet and Steven.
(leroy)
Both hands rise to catch, befuddle nearly drop but finally capture the tossed burger. A muffled chuckle, burger raised in triump. A bellow of muffled laughter is emmitted first before more muffled words. "Hiya lova" Giving a wink through the visor slat towards Tristan. Attention drawn upon ..rachet..and Steven. "Why is everyone try'n to feed me lately? Am I loose'n weight?" Glancing down at his belly with a hearty chuckle before back to the two. Steven and ..rachet.."Hiya Vicious" Another muffled greet. "Where's the playboy?" He asked James again. Attention falling upon him as the bike idled in place(ratchet)
Shakes head slightly, before looking up at the voice. “diner man!” toward Leroy. before looking back at james and at the boy with pretty curls in hair. head cants. sharp – animalistic, before hand is looked at. look between him and james, before briefly hand sticks out, touches tristan’s and pulls back again, leaving smudge in it’s wake.“met other. rumor. before. tell me where find diner man’s dumpster for good food.”
(julian)
He gives a nod to Tristian's answer, and takes another slow drag off his cigarette. Exhaling off to the side before answering."Actually just moved in a ways down the street. FInally got settled in, and decided it was time to see what this city had to offer."He smiles to each person, before looking to Tristian who seemed to be the only one really speaking."I gotta start somewhere right?"(steven)
*Steven smiles to LeRoy and nods a bit* Just being hospitable and respectful man.
*Handing Ratchet the huge gulp so she could drink some pepsi he finishes his own burger and balls up the foil and drops it in the bag.
Hand going to scrinch Ratchets back. A shake of his head to James query, he'd not met them. A sile to Tristan and Rumor. Hand offered* Steven. Nice to meet you.(james)
"Makin' roun's."finally, after a chew and swallow
further commentary to ratchet and Steven waved off with a half-chuckle
Tristan taking over the introductory responsibilities
he's beginning to lose his position as Eagle PR guy, it seems(tristan)
He smiles at ratchet, and much like his brother, closes his hand over the dirty smudge offered to his palm. “Nice to meet you. you ever need James and can’t find him, you look for me, ok? Usually on a corner playing music.”A nod to steven, hand grasped briefly “Same for you. If you can’t find someone, I usually know what direction to look in.” Networked pretty boy, that’s for sure. And then he’s standing again with a look at the little... girl? and her brother, before hand tugs on James’ dreads, fondly. Turning back to Julian.
“Exactly – never get anywhere holed up in your own room. So looking for anything or one in particular? Kinda pride myself in knowing what’s happening where, or being able to find out...”
(ratchet)
food devoured, soda grabbed, sniffed at, before several swallows taken, quickly, and offering it back, leaning into the scratching at her back with humm of appreciation. flash of silver sees sound renewed, though soft, random [content. steven understands.]“music?” in Tristan’s direction, gaze briefly lifting to James’ before falling again, respectful.
~music man has pretty curls. ratchet want curls like that.~
(rumor)
Towel.
After shower.
check please
Face turns red. Not that hue of a cute healthy blush. No, more of a did i forget to put my pants on today before i walked out the house.
never rendered speechless
this time just caught off guard. Now twice.Must snap out of it.
No notice to the kick, nor the others there now. Head fuzzy. Just from embarassement. Embarassment could do so much to someone, especially when its someone who normally plays the smartass role, the prankster, the tomboyesque girl who didnt have a care in the world.
Towel...after a shower.
check pleaseShe coughs once more...board hits ground.
-to Tristan- "ill swing by the factory tomorrow, i gotta go, have stuff to do"
To the others..."later peeps"
To James...
"have fun making rounds...thanks for the fries"
-pause-have fun making rounds? what the FUCK was that? have fun making rounds...Jesus H christ cuold she look like a bigger dumbass at this particular moment.
Time to go and take the beet red face with her. She wouldnt make the same mistake again, next time, shed be just fine.
(leroy)
"Ah.." Raising the burger in a gesture of thanks towards Steven. Attention returned upon James. "Well shiet" Muffled from the visor. "Wanted tae race em" Chuckling. The helmet was removed. A task in and of itself for sure as LeRoy's head was almost to big to fit to begin with. The burger unwrapped and in a single bite, half was gone. Another and it was all being chewed just once before swallowed. The paper wrapper however was crumpled up and pushed into his back pocket. Hands wiped themselves upon his jeans as he tried to coax the burger remains down without drink. Another moment and the helmet was returned. "Lata then fellas.." Muffled as he gunned the engine high and fast and shot off down the street like a rocket.(steven)
*He watches the interchange and nods to Tristian. Always good to know who to go to and stuff. Listening he watches Rumor blush and sniffs the air a bit. Brows perking. She was leaving and he takes back the drink from Ratchet. Looking over to LeRoy.
We can ask Jo, she might know how to do that with hair.Then LeRoy was gone and Steven tilts his head. A bit baffeled, looking to James*
(rumor)
A quick glance to Tristan as she heads off on the board
push push coast..."Let Pimpleass know we are goin tomorrow, so he doesnt make plans to go crash his bike or somethin"
muttered as she heads off(julian)
He keeps that smile on his face all the time. Polite, and never in any way does he appear to lock down or scorn anyone. He is the kind of guy who tries to get along with everyone.His plan appears to be working so far, as he hasn't been shoved aside, or ignored."Well I wasn't lookin' for anything in particular. Just thought I would head out, and what do you know? You guys seemed friendly enough. I thought maybee I would get a drink, meet a few new people, then head back home to catch a little sleep."He grins to Tristan."These things aren't exactly the kind of things you write up an agenda for. They kinda just happen."
He looks to Rumor as she goes, and holds up his matches."Hey thanks!"He calls out to her. Waving them a little before tossing them back into his pocket.
(james)
head cants, giving into the playfully fond tug on his dreads
lip curling, mock snarl chasing after the kinsman
but any show of his inner beast dissolves into a low chuckle in the back of his throatexactly. nobody other than Tristan could do such a thing and keep his hand
"Plays vi'lin...." answering ratchet's curiosity ".... 'n I play drums." then that smile turns to Rumor, decidedly and casually not making note of her sudden discomfort "Take care ya'sel', Rum'r."
(julian)
He keeps that smile on his face all the time. Polite, and never in any way does he appear to lock down or scorn anyone. He is the kind of guy who tries to get along with everyone.His plan appears to be working so far, as he hasn't been shoved aside, or ignored."Well I wasn't lookin' for anything in particular. Just thought I would head out, and what do you know? You guys seemed friendly enough. I thought maybee I would get a drink, meet a few new people, then head back home to catch a little sleep."He grins to Tristan."These things aren't exactly the kind of things you write up an agenda for. They kinda just happen."
He looks to Rumor as she goes, and holds up his matches."Hey thanks!"He calls out to her. Waving them a little before tossing them back into his pocket.
(ratchet)
slight jump back at the growl and snap toward tristan, until elderman laughs, and head tips. affection something unused to, though steven hugs and scratches and stuff for her.~jo probably make ratchet take bath first. no bath.~
then brow creases with thought, looking up at James again. “drums and... villin?” glance to steven. drums she knows, but the other confuses her.
(steven)
*Steven smiles and looks down* Violin. Like a fiddle.
*He nods and softly strokes her head, hat and hair*She probably would at that. Baths arn't that bad. She makes me take them too.
(tristan)
He chuckles and nods to julian. “Well, I’m friendly, but that one there bites, as you can see.” jerk of head toward James, with a grin. As rumor runs off, blushing. “I’ll make sure he’s ready, Rumor! we’ll see you then!”Hard not to like the pretty boy when he’s in his element. street corner meet and greets seem to suit him just fine, though his bro is still the pack PR man.
(julian)
He smiles to James."He bites does he? Well I don't mind, just don't get any blood on the jacket. These things cost a fortune."He chuckles, speaking more to both Tristan, and james, though his eyes are directed at James for the moment.It is not long before he offers his hand to Tristan."Names Julian, and you are?"
(james)
fingers hit his brow and snap off a salute to LeRoy's departure
(good Gaia almighty he's gonna get Kemp killed by racing him)
looking back to Twister's pair with a soft chuckle
nodding at the translation"Jaw broke 'n dunn heal right." head tips so dreads fall away, and fingers tap the left line of rugged features, highlighting the notches in structure connecting to scar tissue which hitches normal movement of muscle and tendon "S'why I speak funny. Dun' ev'r be 'fraid a askin' me a repeat stuff, 'right?"
brows lift a little towards ratchet
since questioning an Elder is normally social suicide
(at least to someone that has been through what she seems to have...)
attention finally swings around to Julian, mostly because of Tristan's biting comment
followed through with a laugh as hands are held up in innocent surrender
even if deep umber eyes evenly hold the other man's gaze
(moon's a sliver in the sky, but your Rage is still so volatile, Jamey-boy)"No worry, man, I c'n respec' 'nother's threads." quipped with showman's easy smile, then after the others shake, he stretches to join in jumping through salutation's hoops "James."
(ratchet)
rocks back on heels a little, leaning into the scratch, the pet of fingers over hair and hat, reaching up to make sure ears are still covered. all while staring at elderman.question him?
blink.
(clickclickclick. clickclickclick. click.)“....kay.” acceptance of the suggestion, the request that she question if need be, and nods, slight, though voice drops to whisper to steven. “like fiddle... what’s a fiddle?”
(steven)
*Steven smiles softly and nods to James, but he doesn't quite make eye contact. He knows his place. Softly scraching Ratchets back he blinks and looks to her* Um.. stringed instriment played by rubbing a bow across the strings and changing notes by holding or not holding a series of the strings to change the resonance of them as the bow is drawn across.
*He mimics playing one a moment. Maybe the movment will clue her in*(tristan)
Hand easily stretches to slide into Julian’s, grip strong, but not as strong as some. but certainly not pansy either. “Tristan, Tristan Stern. Pleased to meetcha, Julian. That there, the biting one, is my bro” he pauses as James makes his own intro, grinning at him.then to the others. “steven there, and his little sister ratchet. See – thought you’d meet only a couple, now have a whole 4 under your belt. it’s your lucky night.”
(julian)
He grins back to James. His own eyes look the man over. A simple assessment of the man, nothing that could be taken as hostile or threatening. A man needs to know who he is talking to, and the size, and bearing of a man often gives you quite an advantage in deciding just how to approach him.James seems to hold some kind of status within the group. Tristan seems to be the mouth, and the others? He isn't quite sure about them. However it shouldn't take too long to figure that much out.
Getting a responce from James is a good thing, and his smile only brightens as he exhales once again. Smoke drifting up into the sky, and dissapearing into the night. He looks back to Tristan, and waits, he seems quite patient. The tinge of rage felt by others doesn't seem to bother this man in any way whatsoever. He is just as comfortable as can be. He could be in a dark alley being mugged, or stuffing dollar bills down a dancers underware, and he would still be wearing that smile.
He looks around, and there appears to be a tiny little spark of mischeif in those eyes. It isn;t likely that it is directed at the others, however this guy is just a little too harmless looking.
He nods back to Tristan."Four people in just under an hour. Must be a new record."He nods to Steven, and Ratchet, but offers a hand to James first."Nice to meetcha..."(ratchet)
blinks. watching steven. the words are odd, but the movement and something clicks and she nods, ducking her head again. “oh – seen those. elder had friend who played one once.”elder not held in high esteem. elder teach her she’s monster. elder teach with fists and hands and have many friends.
a shrug to get imagery out of head, before leaning slightly into steven again. comfort. pack. brother. (clickclickclickclick)
(steven)
*He looks to Julian and nods when introduced. Looking down at Ratchet he senses her agitation and softly rubs her back. Smiling he murmers* Check my pocket.
*When she does, she finds.. ohhhhh what a treasue, a second cherry pie. He was going to give it to her in the morning when she woke but it might calm her a bit* So... you're the top kick around here James? Anything you need done?(james)
he could crush bones with that grip
tear away flesh by the rough callouses protecting palms
however, the shake for Julian is tempered to being cordial and polite
regardless of whether or not the guy seems too calm in the face of one ragey Ahroun, much less the three Gnawers combined
all in the name of PR maintenance, or something like that
face it, James is in a good mood, and it shows
doesn't mean he can't go six ways furry from Sunday in an instant if provoked
he's just far more comfortable parking it on the sidewalk with Steven and ratchetthere's a certain element of general "goodness" in being surrounded by Family....
especially when you're one Bone Gnawer packed up with a bunch of Fenrir
(and maybe it's a subdued effort, on his part, to gain poor ratchet's trust)"Pleasure' mine."
then his head tips to the side
hands busying themselves with pulling the pack of Camel's from BDU pocket
taking one for himself, then offering to Steven and ratchet
(even if he doubts they smoke, it's ingrained into the Hood)
Tristan last on the list in ransom for his lighter"Na'yet.... s'mos'ly keepin' y'r eyes 'n ears peel' 'n keepin' the lines open a th' rest've us."
(julian)
After Shaking James' hand, he moves to Steven, and then Rachet. Again he is careful not to offend, and the two looked close. He did not want the man to think he was after his woman if such were the case."Names Julian..."He says to Steven.(ratchet)
she checks pocket, and humms delight, leaning against steven before contentedly digging flaky sweet dessert out of package and inhaling it. glance up at James, then to steven, and the boy with pretty curls, and the other one. head shakes at cigarettes, nose wrinkling a little, before pie is devoured and ratchet involved in sucking every last bit from dirty fingers.jo’s going to make her take another bath soon. she just knows it.
Posted by james at May 16, 2004 12:00 AM
(tristan)
Wink as he grabs the pick, and a cigarette, lighting up before lighter is easily offered in return to his bro. Inhale, and light chuckle, before to Julian. “So what do you do man?” idle conversation. this one