[Missed most of it!]
[Roman Turner] ((I seriously need to sleep before work and as it sits right now, you'll have to remind me again that I have met your characters. Just think of the movie 50 first dates and there you have my mind. Thanks for the play. Night!))
to Frost, Gwen Sullivan, Kora
[Gwen Sullivan] [[G'night!]]
to Frost, Kora, Roman Turner
[Frost] (nini)
to Gwen Sullivan, Kora, Roman Turner
[Frost] Her eyes track Roman as he flounders about over the night they met and then tucks metaphorical tail and retreats. Predictably blue eyes glimmer in amusement, but the girl's tale is what has her attention at the moment. It's almost unimaginable to her, the impact of learning you're garou could have on your life, your plans for the future, you career even. What if she'd caught just a little more of the blood and had gone all furry during her training at Quantico?
[Kora] "Denial's a pretty powerful thing," the low thread of Kora's voice is a counterpoint to the back and forth between Frost and Roman over his lost evening. The hood is mostly off, now, and her pale hair catches the light, glows in the darkness. There's a certain messy ease to the style, pulled back from her face, twisted and secured against its own weight. " - my mother's Fenrir kin, with two true-born children. I started having dreams of the past when I was - a kid, really, but she was so - well, " a pause here, quiet, musing on the word, the idea, without allowing herself to inger in the past.
" - you know your folks better than I will. I'll leave that to you. Might tell them you'd prefer to get a GED, though. Or, finish up over the internet if you see more incidents in your future. Hard not to, really. At least if you get into a fight at the Caern, you know you're fighting with Garou who know what you are. When the moon's full, it's worse for everyone, but even on your own moon you're vulnerable to - well, rage, if not frenzy, over the smallest of slights."
[Gwen Sullivan] Gwen nodded, and again it was a heavy, solemn thing. It looked out of place, this kind of serious demeanor on a teenager with ridiculous hair color and piercings in her face. She looked like she should be sprawled out on someone's couch in a basement, watching a marathon of Aliens and smoking a joint with a few buddies, maybe making the occasional trip to 7-11 for snacks and energy drinks.
This was what being a Garou did, though. It took everything you were 'supposed to be' and turned it into something entirely different, whether you like it or not. Gwen, personally, couldn't say that she liked it, exactly, but she wasn't going to reject what she was. She called it 'taking life with a grain of salt'.
"I get ya, I do. I figure what I need to work out is living arrangements and income... Where I'm gonna go and how I'm gonna survive without my folks's income, you know? Until then the high school is really just an umbrella for me to stay there."
She paused, frowned at how flimsy her own argument was, then sighed, shook her head, and massaged the bridge of her nose with two fingers. "I know how it sounds. It's just... a fuck of a lot, right? I'm still figuring it out."
[Frost] She swirls her noodles, listening to the exchange. Learning. How will the girl support herself? If her formal education ends at a GED she'll never have much. The lessons her father taught her regarding the importance of kin and their role in keeping the social structure functioning suddenly meets reality in her mind.
[Kora] "The more you get used to being Garou," they are sitting in an abandoned church, the soaring ceilings, the warmth from the ceramic heater radiating out, chasing away the chill that settles around them, the cold night outside, the promise of winter on the horizon. There are long shadows inside, the roof of the choir loft 10 or 12 feet above them gives the space the illusion of intimacy, before it opens up beyond. Talking, now, rather than eating, Kora glances from Gwen to Frost. " - the less you will be concerned about supporting yourself in the human world."
The creature's dark eyes linger on the kinswoman then, watching the shift of the FBI agent's expression as she swirls the noodles in that little white box. "Maybe the Glass Walkers can keep a human job, but for the rest of us, the war take primacy. Believe it or not - " a faint twist of her mouth, " - my mother still deposites a few dollars in my old bank account every month. My mate works. This is what I do. Maybe you could find some sort of menial work, day labor if you're keen on it - but mostly, we rely on our kin to support us."
Here, a brief gance back at Gwen. "It's a thankless job, I think, being kin. Requires a different sort of courage, beyond the physical."
[Kora] (gah! it's midnight, guys. I need to get to bed a bit earlier tonight. I hadn't realized how late it was. Forgive me if I beg off? )
to Frost, Gwen Sullivan
[Gwen Sullivan] [[ I'll wrap with my next post? ]]
to Frost, Kora
[Kora] (that works for me!)
to Frost, Gwen Sullivan
[Frost] (ok)
to Gwen Sullivan, Kora
[Gwen Sullivan] She nodded, slowly, while listening to Kora. Money came from family, from Kinfolk. They existed not just to propagate the race, but to be there for the Garou. Without Kinfolk, they would disconnect from human society altogether, live out in the woods and away from human view, rarely donning their human skin, forgetting a half of them, forgetting why they protect humans, and perhaps most drastically they'd be displaced from the heart of the war.
She contemplated this, twisting a strand of hair from her loose bangs as she mused aloud. "Parents, so you do need to keep contact with them..." And, a separate thought... "How do you have Kin without a Tribe..."
She sniffed, she'd have to find one sooner than later.
Dark along with chill settled, and patrols had to be made by the Pack, and Gwen needed rest in another body in order to finish healing. She would spend the night if the space was offered up, and if such was the case she would sleep where indicated, in Lupus, with her clothes removed and folded nearby. She didn't know the Rite to dedicate them. Maybe one day she'd learn that.
That particular list, of things to learn, was ten miles long.
[Gwen Sullivan] [[ Alright! Goodnight guys! :) ]]
to Frost, Kora
[Frost] (good night! Assume Frost gave her her number in case she needs anything)
to Gwen Sullivan, Kora
[Kora] (eek! it did not refresh!)
[Kora] (thanks for the scene. :) )
[Kora] transcript!
to Kora
[Roman Turner] ((I seriously need to sleep before work and as it sits right now, you'll have to remind me again that I have met your characters. Just think of the movie 50 first dates and there you have my mind. Thanks for the play. Night!))
to Frost, Gwen Sullivan, Kora
[Gwen Sullivan] [[G'night!]]
to Frost, Kora, Roman Turner
[Frost] (nini)
to Gwen Sullivan, Kora, Roman Turner
[Frost] Her eyes track Roman as he flounders about over the night they met and then tucks metaphorical tail and retreats. Predictably blue eyes glimmer in amusement, but the girl's tale is what has her attention at the moment. It's almost unimaginable to her, the impact of learning you're garou could have on your life, your plans for the future, you career even. What if she'd caught just a little more of the blood and had gone all furry during her training at Quantico?
[Kora] "Denial's a pretty powerful thing," the low thread of Kora's voice is a counterpoint to the back and forth between Frost and Roman over his lost evening. The hood is mostly off, now, and her pale hair catches the light, glows in the darkness. There's a certain messy ease to the style, pulled back from her face, twisted and secured against its own weight. " - my mother's Fenrir kin, with two true-born children. I started having dreams of the past when I was - a kid, really, but she was so - well, " a pause here, quiet, musing on the word, the idea, without allowing herself to inger in the past.
" - you know your folks better than I will. I'll leave that to you. Might tell them you'd prefer to get a GED, though. Or, finish up over the internet if you see more incidents in your future. Hard not to, really. At least if you get into a fight at the Caern, you know you're fighting with Garou who know what you are. When the moon's full, it's worse for everyone, but even on your own moon you're vulnerable to - well, rage, if not frenzy, over the smallest of slights."
[Gwen Sullivan] Gwen nodded, and again it was a heavy, solemn thing. It looked out of place, this kind of serious demeanor on a teenager with ridiculous hair color and piercings in her face. She looked like she should be sprawled out on someone's couch in a basement, watching a marathon of Aliens and smoking a joint with a few buddies, maybe making the occasional trip to 7-11 for snacks and energy drinks.
This was what being a Garou did, though. It took everything you were 'supposed to be' and turned it into something entirely different, whether you like it or not. Gwen, personally, couldn't say that she liked it, exactly, but she wasn't going to reject what she was. She called it 'taking life with a grain of salt'.
"I get ya, I do. I figure what I need to work out is living arrangements and income... Where I'm gonna go and how I'm gonna survive without my folks's income, you know? Until then the high school is really just an umbrella for me to stay there."
She paused, frowned at how flimsy her own argument was, then sighed, shook her head, and massaged the bridge of her nose with two fingers. "I know how it sounds. It's just... a fuck of a lot, right? I'm still figuring it out."
[Frost] She swirls her noodles, listening to the exchange. Learning. How will the girl support herself? If her formal education ends at a GED she'll never have much. The lessons her father taught her regarding the importance of kin and their role in keeping the social structure functioning suddenly meets reality in her mind.
[Kora] "The more you get used to being Garou," they are sitting in an abandoned church, the soaring ceilings, the warmth from the ceramic heater radiating out, chasing away the chill that settles around them, the cold night outside, the promise of winter on the horizon. There are long shadows inside, the roof of the choir loft 10 or 12 feet above them gives the space the illusion of intimacy, before it opens up beyond. Talking, now, rather than eating, Kora glances from Gwen to Frost. " - the less you will be concerned about supporting yourself in the human world."
The creature's dark eyes linger on the kinswoman then, watching the shift of the FBI agent's expression as she swirls the noodles in that little white box. "Maybe the Glass Walkers can keep a human job, but for the rest of us, the war take primacy. Believe it or not - " a faint twist of her mouth, " - my mother still deposites a few dollars in my old bank account every month. My mate works. This is what I do. Maybe you could find some sort of menial work, day labor if you're keen on it - but mostly, we rely on our kin to support us."
Here, a brief gance back at Gwen. "It's a thankless job, I think, being kin. Requires a different sort of courage, beyond the physical."
[Kora] (gah! it's midnight, guys. I need to get to bed a bit earlier tonight. I hadn't realized how late it was. Forgive me if I beg off? )
to Frost, Gwen Sullivan
[Gwen Sullivan] [[ I'll wrap with my next post? ]]
to Frost, Kora
[Kora] (that works for me!)
to Frost, Gwen Sullivan
[Frost] (ok)
to Gwen Sullivan, Kora
[Gwen Sullivan] She nodded, slowly, while listening to Kora. Money came from family, from Kinfolk. They existed not just to propagate the race, but to be there for the Garou. Without Kinfolk, they would disconnect from human society altogether, live out in the woods and away from human view, rarely donning their human skin, forgetting a half of them, forgetting why they protect humans, and perhaps most drastically they'd be displaced from the heart of the war.
She contemplated this, twisting a strand of hair from her loose bangs as she mused aloud. "Parents, so you do need to keep contact with them..." And, a separate thought... "How do you have Kin without a Tribe..."
She sniffed, she'd have to find one sooner than later.
Dark along with chill settled, and patrols had to be made by the Pack, and Gwen needed rest in another body in order to finish healing. She would spend the night if the space was offered up, and if such was the case she would sleep where indicated, in Lupus, with her clothes removed and folded nearby. She didn't know the Rite to dedicate them. Maybe one day she'd learn that.
That particular list, of things to learn, was ten miles long.
[Gwen Sullivan] [[ Alright! Goodnight guys! :) ]]
to Frost, Kora
[Frost] (good night! Assume Frost gave her her number in case she needs anything)
to Gwen Sullivan, Kora
[Kora] (eek! it did not refresh!)
[Kora] (thanks for the scene. :) )
[Kora] transcript!
to Kora
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