Three’s Company (or: The Chaperone)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[And for record-keeping/log purposes, this is tonight, oui?]]

[Amunet Trujillo] (Yes. Early dinner.)

[Leon Davenport] (yes tonight…early evening…the day after he spoke ot both ladies)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Perfect!]]

[Leon Davenport] (did they picked htem up..or they rendez vous there?)

[Amunet Trujillo] (I’m going to assume that Sarita would want to meet him there)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Yeah, meeting would a) be best and b) make the most sense.]]

[Leon Davenport] (all right..sounds good to me)

[Leon Davenport] The lback lexuswas parked and Leon, dressed in jeans, boots, -tshirt and leather jacket was waiting in fornt of the restaurant ofr Amy and Sarita to arrive

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The Bitchmobile pulls up outside of the building they are supposed to meet Leon at. Sarita has, to be fair, played nice and is even a bit dressed up for the occasion. Does that mean she’s wearing a dress or anything like that? Oh, HELL no. But she’s at least left the duster at home and her T-Shirt doesn’t have any profanity on it. That’s dressed up for the Ragabash. She pulls into a parking spot and kills the engine.

[Amunet Trujillo] Amy is in tight jeans, heeled boots, and a clingy sweater. She’s carefully applied makeup to cover her bruises as much as possible, and she’s done up in such a way that she’s either trying to impress Leon all over again, or there’s somewhere else she intends to be later.

“No flipping out on him, okay? Promise.”

[Leon Davenport] He spotted them and waited for htem to be closer. How Amy was dressed didn’t escape his notice. He offered them a nod a smile “Good evening, you’re obth looknig beautiful tonight”He say before opening the door for them

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No flipping out.” He nods a little bit. “I promise, I will be good, as long as he doesn’t backhand you across the table.” It’s meant to be a joke, though this may be one of the rare times the Strider’s humor falls flat. She slips out of the van and gives Leon a polite, though not exactly friendly, smile.

“Hello Leon.” A little nod and she slips in the door.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Hey.” She smiles at him, half leaning in to kiss his cheek but stopping herself. She balances awkwardly for a moment before settling back at Sarita’s side.

[Leon Davenport] He let them in, eyes on Amy for a moment. He doesn’t say anything yet, and they entered. His rage was at his highest tonight, his presence felt by those around. Yet, he seem in control, even with some of the thoguhts moving through his head. There are led to theeir table, and if he hadn’t reserved earlier, maybe they mgiht not have let him in. PEople were almost shaking around him. Once they were seated, he look at both of them

“How was your day?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Fine.” She sits next to Leon, putting Sarita to her left and across from him. “How was yours?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She takes a seat, rolling her neck on her shoulders. She’s staying quiet for the most part, more here as an observer. And, while it may surprise both of them, she’s keeping as inconspicuous as possible.

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “Mine was the usual. Work”He say, looking at Amy as she sat beside him “Well someone will be lucky tonight. And I simply mean that whoever you’re dressing up for, he’s lucky that you’re doing it for him”He say with a nod, then picked his glass of water, trying not to think too much about Amy’s late evening. Instead he look at Sarita “Are youok? You’re being really quiet”

[Amunet Trujillo] Raising a brow at Leon, she licks her bottom lip. “He who?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m fine.” She says it with a faint smile, mostly sincere. “Listen…I know that my presence here is not what everyone wants. I understand that. So…unless you guys would rather otherwise, I thought I would just play ‘Pretend I’m not here.'”

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “You look liek you might be going out later. I just assumed you were going out with someone tonight” He say, his intese blue eyes looking into her eyes. It’s one of the few times he has done it, most were when they talked yesterday morning. She had the right ot look into his eyes, whenever she wanted to. And he wasn’t shy about looking iinto hers

“Sorry, it’s none of my business. But you look gorgeous”He say with a smile then looked at Sarita “Actually, I odn’t mind you being here at all. You took the time to come, I’d rather if you join us completly and have at least an ok time than being bored. And call me a masochist, but if you stay silent, I’ll miss your wits”

[Amunet Trujillo] She won’t look at him. Won’t meet his eyes, instead tracing the rim of her water glass with a finger. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles a little bit and shrugs. “Well, all right then. I promised I would be nice, but don’t worry…I won’t be too nice.” She winks and leans back, opening the menu and looking at it.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “All right” There was a small flare of rage, very brief as her obvious lie. But it was quelched…well almost. She had the right to keep secrets now. They were only friends. HE didn’t like it, but it was part of hte deeal and he would deal with it and try no to be passive agressive about it. Yes there was some jealousy somewhere..but he guessed it was better that he was confronted to it sooner than later

He look at Sarita “Good, I don;t need you to act in a way you don’t feel”He simply say. His rage seemed to be in check, despite learning about Amy’s possible date. He won’t lose control again…no matter what happen.

[Amunet Trujillo] Her casted arm moves closer, and she rests the fingers on his arm.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “So we’ve never actually talked about it, Leon. What business do you work for, anyway?” She takes a sip of water, looking at him. “I know it has a boardroom, ’cause you talk about ruling the boardroom all the time…” A little grin. “…but I don’t know what it is.”

[Leon Davenport] He look at her, offering her a small smile. He wasn’t going to push the matter. He told her he would respect her and he would. Her life is hers to live. He wasn’t perfectly ok with it..yet. But he was working hard on it. He didn’t move away from her touch, just gently placing a hand over her fingers for a briewf moment then moved his hand away.

He looked at Sarita “My actual profession is business consultant. I help businesses making some decision about expension and such. What I really do, is look at companies runned by the enemy, find another in position to step in and take over, contact them, confince them they need me to help them. Once I”m hired, I focus the board of that company in the dorection of the enemie’s and either take over, or manage to dismantle it by making said company look liek a competitor. It’s tricky, needs for me to do a lot of research, but it’s very satisfying.”

He grin “SOmetime..well I have to bea little more hand on to make the company stock plummet, so that’s when having a pack is useful. Property damage, scared providers or personal make you look bad and it shows on the market”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s actually…pretty impressive.” She nods again, with a smile. “You know me. I love a creative outlet to the War. I like that thought process. It’s got to be tricky though, with…you know.” She makes a circle with both hands, like a full moon, and then positions her hands like claws. “All that.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She glances at him with a slight smile when he touches her fingers, brushing her hair back behind her ear with her good hand and staying quiet for the minute.

[Leon Davenport] He smiled back at Amy before looknig at Sar “Well, when we’re around the same time as this month, I either work from home or do the hand up part of the operation. I scare the opposition’s board members enough on my best days, it would be counter productive to face them when I”m liek this.”He say and pointedly look away from away. He hated to lose control, it was one of his greatest fears and he had done it around her. That he hasn’t forgiven himself yet.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods a little. “Yeah, that makes sense. Hell, ~I~ try to keep things low-key around this time or the opposite, and I’m practically chill by comparison.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She sighs. “Sar…”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That wasn’t an attempt to insult,” she says to Amy, brow furrowing. “I’m saying that I understood what he meant.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She chews at her bottom lip and nods. “Okay. Sorry.”

[Leon Davenport] He smiled at the sisters “You’re right. Sometimes my nature makes it hard ot work with humans, but I manage well enough.”He smiled at Sar “And I”m working on what you told I can be more..chill” He grinned slightly

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just remember…” She shuts her eyes and puts her hands on the table, palms up. “Ohhhhmmmmmmmm….” It’s said with a grin.

[Amunet Trujillo] That makes her laugh, and she chokes on the sip of water that she just took.

[Leon Davenport] He grinned “I thoguht that maybe rub my ears, saying Woossah liek they did in Bad Boys 2 might work too”He smiled at Sarita.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She laughs when Leon makes a movie reference. “Okay, that was good. Kudos points to you.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “See? This is good. Everybody’s getting along.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “So far, so good.” She gives a little nod, smiling slightly, and looks to her menu. “So, what’s good here?”

[Leon Davenport] He grinned at Sar “I do watch movies once in a while” He smiled at Amy’s comment then motion to the waiter who has been trying to avoid the table for hte last 10 minutes “Are you ready to order ladies?’

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Go ahead and start,” she says, mulling over the menu. She looks to Amy and gives her a smile, before looking back. “I’ll have mine figured out by the time it gets to me.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I think I’m just going to have a salad”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “All right, I’ll have some beef and rice..would you both like some wine?” He ask, looknig at them, before his attention is back on the very uncomfortable waiter

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Cerveza, por favor, if you got it. Corona’d be good.” She shrugs. “Wine otherwise. And I will have…the chicken and veggies.”

[Leon Davenport] The waiter nodded to Sarita and Leon order himself a beer unless Amy prefered to have wine. Then he’d switch ot half a bottle of red to share with her. Once the man had left them, Leon turned his attention on the sisters again “So what are you up to later?” He ask then slgihtly frowned…yeah that osunded liek inquiering about Amy’s plan for after the dinner, so he added “This week?”Big things coming?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Sar still needs to talk to Lukas. That’s the biggest thing.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He’s been busy,” she says with a nod. “I’ll chat at him and the rest good and soon. No stress.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Yeah, I guess the man has a lot to do.” He say, watching them. He odesn’t ask if Amy will be training. He made sure it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. He frowned slightly “If both of you are ok with it…I could find something for Amy to learn about, while she…recover”He say, the word having trouble getting past his lips and shame “So she can already be and even better asset to your associates” he say say, looking at them both

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She considers with a bit of a frown, looking at Amy to gauge her attitude toward it, though she’s got an idea her half-sister will jump on the chance. “What kinds of things are you thinking about,” she says after a moment, looking to Leon. She doesn’t sound unopposed, just weighing positives and negatives in her head.

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “I don’t know yet. Nothing that need her to move a lot. Myabe computer research”He say with a plauful grin, knowing Amy owuld hate that “Might actually be useful to find dark things about a contact and stuff like that.” He smiled “I’ll try to find something more interesting for her to learn. Might not even have to be around to teach her, jsut show her the way and let her learn by herself”

[Amunet Trujillo] Amy…. stays completely neutral about it. Instead, she seems content to sit back and listen to the two of them discuss her fate.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy,” she says, looking at her. Her head cocks to the side, honestly curious as to what she wants.

“What do you think?”

[Leon Davenport] Hisattention was on her as well. He wouldn’t try and teach her something she didn’t want..or teach her if she didn’t want him as a teacher.

[Amunet Trujillo] “I think that you two seem perfectly comfortable discussing me as if I’m not in the room.” Her gaze is more on Leon, though she glances to Sarita any time he looks at her directly.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We weren’t doing that at all, Amy. That’s why I wanted your thoughts on it.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I think that Lukas pretty much gets to decide what I do from now on. No point getting ahead of ourselves until we figure out what that is.”

[Leon Davenport] He look at Amy “I’m…sorry. That wasn’t my intention. I offered something for you..that will work only if you want it. I idn’t realize it sounded liek I wasdealing with your sister. Even though you know I won’t do anything Sarita isn’t ok with…it all start with you. It’s you I care about you know.” He tilted his head when she mentioned Lukas “No, oyu’re wrong on that one. Lukas doesn’t get to order youaround too much .He cna ask you things, can tell you not ot go with htem..the rest of the do what you want Amy”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Leon, I think it’s become abundantly clear that I can’t do what I want, and when I try to, I wind up like this.” She lifts her cast, then lets it fall to the table again with a wince and gasp of air.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] That makes her frown. “Amy…” It’s at once a plea and a sigh. She reaches up and rubs at her temple a moment, then looks between them.

“Okay, how about this. I’ll talk to Lukas. I’m positive he won’t have a problem with it, but just in case he does…not that it matters…we’ll cover our bases.”

[Leon Davenport] He looked down “It’s ont true can do what you want. And if..what you did was really what you wanted to do…then it was really best that I stepped away…though not the way it happen.”

He looked at her “You’re your own woman Amy. And you can do jsut about anything you want. Some things you won’t be able to do…no one can do everythign they want. But you’ll figure out how to do most of what you want”

[Amunet Trujillo] “See? You guys can agree on shit.”

[Leon Davenport] He glanced at Sar with a smile then look at Amy “I just want you to be happy..really. I have a an idea of your worth, but not your full potential because you let me only glimpse at it. I’m trying to find ways for you to reach it, because I think you’ll be a great member of the city when you do. But you have to bleeive in yourself also. See in oyu what your sister and I see, and stop being pissed because you’re not like us. You’re odesn’t you less. In fact on some things, I think it makes you better”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She raises an eyebrow at what Leon says. She’s surprised by it…whether it’s surprise because he’s got that opinion or because he’s willing to speak it to Amy is difficult to say. She takes a sip of her glass, watching to see what Amy says to that.

[Amunet Trujillo] “You would think that, wouldn’t you.” It’s part question, but certainly part accusation.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Aaand there is is. She sighs again, shaking her head as she looks between them and looks to see (and pray) that the alcohol is coming.

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “Why not? You have choices, mre than we do. Maybe you can’t be as strong, or as fast…btu you can be anything you want. A fighter, a singer, a mechanic. I don’t have much choice. I’m awarrior..and fuck it if my dream was to dance on Broadway..I’m forced to serve , nothing I can do about it. I learned to live with it though..and then adapted my interest to fit with my duties and my duties to my interests.”

He let out a sigh “We are what we are Amy. And to be hoenst..if I could give you what I am to make you happy..I’d do the trade..but I can’t. I can only help you find a path that suit you”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her eyes narrow dangerously, pinned on the table now.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Ixnay on the infolk-kay ave-hay it etter-bay off-ay…” The look Amy gives is sheer apology, even if she’s the one who didn’t say it. “Amy, he’s just not being good with his words. Drastically not-good.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I have to pee.” She’s up like a shot, striding away from the table a moment later.

[Leon Davenport] He forwned at Sar “SHe really jsut need to accept who she is and move forward…until then…she won’t be happy.” He let out a long breath “I..I’ll butt out..can’t find thew words to help I’ll stop”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “In this, would-be loverboy, you’re kinda sorta in the clear. It only takes just the wrong words to set her off.” She rises. “I’m gonna check on her.” And her long strides take her toward the bathroom.

[Leon Davenport] He leaned into the cahir and looked at the ceiling. The waiter brings the beers and Leon had vaguely the notion to rip the man apart. Just to rip something apart. He knew it wasn’t worth it and barely moved except to grab his bottle and down half of it.

[Amunet Trujillo] She’s at the mirror in the bathroom, looking herself over at a distance. Her eyes don’t move when Sarita enters, though she doesn’t seem at all surprised that she’s there.
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey.” She comes up behind Amy, looking her over in the reflection as well. A pause, and she smiles a bit.

“Do you know what I see?”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] “I should just get back together with him, Sar. It’s the safest thing.” Her eyes briefly move to Sarita, then back to her own reflection. “What do you see?”

[Amunet Trujillo] (Oops. *Sweeps that to PMs*)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Um. Hell to the no.” She shakes her head. “You guys are bad for each other in that way. I’m sorry, it’s true. He may be good here tonight, but even tonight I’m seeing hints. This has just reaffirmed what I thought. He’s trying, but he needs to try harder.”

She’s quiet a moment after, then looks back at Amy through the mirror. “I see someone who could kick my ass. Probably without breaking too much of a sweat.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] “Well, not right now. But generally, yeah. That doesn’t mean that it means anything in the big picture though.” She doesn’t bother arguing about Leon, nodding a little.

[Amunet Trujillo] (DAMNIT!)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[You put the check box next to the name… 😉 ]]

[Amunet Trujillo] (You just don’t help! 😀 )

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives a mock hurt look. “Oh, I see how it is…bitch.” She grins a little and hugs Amy from behind. “Leon’s trying. Frankly, I think it’s progress. Maybe one day he’ll get there.”

“The point I made is valid though. You and I know that you’re at least as capable as me in a fight.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] “We know that. I think he knows that. But he’s not the important one.” Her head shakes. “We have to go on something with Hunter’s pack. You have to talk to him.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “If I ever see Hunter again, I’ll bring it up to him.” She nods. “Don’t give up, sweetie. We’ve dealt with this before. It’s just that this time, we’re gonna be around enough to change peoples’ minds.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] “Part of me really wants to tell him that I’m going out to get laid tonight. Just to piss him off.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “One, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t suggest it, though…he was looking pretty raw at the idea that you were even going on another date. The poor waiter may not survive. And two…Tee-Emm-Eye.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Amunet Trujillo] She smirks, looking at her in the mirror again. “Yeah, well. Just don’t plan on waiting up for me. You’ll be disappointed.”
to Sarita Ecos de la Risa

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Maybe I’ll go out and get plowed myself.” She grins, then pats her shoulder. “C’mon, let’s head back out.”
to Amunet Trujillo

[Leon Davenport] He finished his beer, looknig at his watch. Maybe he should jsut up nad leave. Pay ofr the bill but not stay around. It was fgailing miserably. And it made him…twitchy. He actually got up and headed out, without his jacket, just to do something

[Amunet Trujillo] “Okay gross. Thanks.” She grins at Sarita, taking her arm as they leave the ladies room and heading back to the table and the abandoned Leon, only to look absolutely panicked for a moment when he’s not there.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns a little bit when she sees that Leon isn’t there, and she looks like she’s about to say something that will destroy the innocence of everyone in the room. Then she notices his jacket.

“He just went somewhere. Jacket’s still here.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Oh. Okay.” She nods a little, letting go of Sarita’s arm to sit.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She takes a seat. “Oh sweet…beer.” She takes her Corona and downs a swallow. She doesn’t use the glass, just takes it straight from the bottle. “Much better.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I need a drink. Why the fuck didn’t I order a drink?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Fuck if I know. Because you made a bad choice?”

[Leon Davenport] He came back a few minutes later and took back his seat “Hey” He simply say, picking his bottle and drinking from it ( was supposed ot posted a while ago :P)

[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m a fucking idiot.” She waves down the waiter, and orders a bottle of wine. Who knows if she’s planning on sharing.

[Leon Davenport] He jsut leaned into his chair, silent. He had hurt Amy..because he wanted to help her. Hem uch prefered to be silent right now. It would be better that way

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Relax, Leon.” She nods to him. “We all say shit we don’t know will suck before we say it. Shit happens, okay?”

[Amunet Trujillo] Alcohol secured, she reaches to rest her fingertips on Leon’s arm again. “I’m not angry at you, babe.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded at Sar then looked at Amy “If you say so..iddn’t look that way earlier”He say softly. He was calmer…going outside did him some good.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, we aren’t the only peeps that get pissed and then chill quickly, Leon.” A little smile.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Just because I don’t like hearing something doesn’t mean that you’re not right.”

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “Maybe…doesn’t mean I like hurting you..even if what I say is true, not true or jsut badly put together”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s quiet, letting them talk as she drinks her beer.

[Amunet Trujillo] She looks about to say something else, eyes flickering to Sarita instead.

[Leon Davenport] He watched the sisters, his brow raise slightly, but he say nothing, finishing his beer instead

[Amunet Trujillo] She’s saved by the wine arriving, and her posture relaxes a bit with the promise of alcohol.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “So, how about them…” She pauses, then frowns. “Um. Fuck. What sports team from here is currently playing right now?”

[Leon Davenport] He chuckled “The…bears were eliminated at football a few weeks ago by the packers” He say, placing his empty bottle down

[Amunet Trujillo] ((*Snorts* Fucking Hawks….))

“I wanted to die.” She throws it out almost casually, sipping her wine after it’s said.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[That’s that thing with the big sticks and the black flat ball thing, right? *DUCKS*]]

She opens her mouth to make a comment, then it dies in her throat when Amy blurts that out. And she quite literally facepalms.

[Leon Davenport] His blue eyes settled on her “So I heard. I never understood why. And yes..I know I’m dense about those I was forced ot face earlier tonight”

[Amunet Trujillo] ((Don’t make me punish you, darling.))

“Something about admitting that you have a problem is the first step, right? Something fucking like that.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded to her “It usually is yes. Want to talk about it? Maybe you’d prefer to discuss it with your sister?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No…no, you’re right there.” She nods, lifting her head and smiling faintly at Amy.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Nothing to discuss. I tried to get myself beat to death, and couldn’t even manage that.”

The poor waiter is just trying to deliver their food, his eyes getting bigger and bigger until there’s some danger of them falling right out of his head.

[Leon Davenport] He look at the waiter, motioning him to place the food quickly then the man moved away..almsot running. He looked at Amy “What owuld that have accomplished..except deprive us of someone we deeply care about?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She watches the waiter leave and then looks at Amy. “Well, it wasn’t for lack of trying or skill, sweetie.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She nods vaguely, concentrating on her salad now.

[Leon Davenport] He didn’t push the matter and ate his meal, without real appetite. He did motion the poor waiter for another beer

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She raises her hand for one as well. “How’s your group doing, by the way?” Yes, she’s making conversation. Someone’s gotta.

[Leon Davenport] He look at her “We have a meeting later. Owen might have find some people willing to join”He say before taking a bite of beef

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Very cool.” She smiles a bit and nods. “Glad to know things are looking up there. I wish you the best of luck.”

[Leon Davenport] He nod “We’ll see how things go. Hopefully this time it’ll turn all right”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m sure it will. You guys have a good plan.”

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “YEah, we do…just have to meet people who share the idea and the way we want ot do it”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You’ll find them…they’re out there.”

[Amunet Trujillo] (And fade it into uncomfortable meal from hell?)

[Leon Davenport] (sounds like an option)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Sounds good. 🙂 ]]

[Amunet Trujillo] (Whee! Amy will kiss Leon’s cheek when they leave)

[Leon Davenport] (He’ll kiss hers back and let them go)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Thanks for the scene. 🙂 ]]

[Leon Davenport] (you’re welcome)


Hospital, Round Two

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s been to the Brotherhood to cover the price of the bed and get the shattered remnants of it out. Now, she’s arriving back at the hospital. She’s without her duster at the moment, it having been left in the van. Her T-Shirt has one of those visitor tags on it that says “Hello, My Name is Martine.” She’s tired and mirthless; it’s been a harrowing night.

She slips into Amy’s hospital room, shutting the door quietly behind her and looking to her sister in the bed.

[Amunet Trujillo] Click. Click. Click. Amy in hospital is pretty much just like Amy in the Broho, only now she’s in a bed rather than on the couch. Other than that, it’s a normal Tuesday morning.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks Amy over, frowning. She walks over to the bed, looking her over. The Ragabash’s eyes look to Amy’s temple, her wrist…looking over each of the kinfolk’s injuries. She reaches out and sets a hand on Amy’s good wrist, just a light touch.

“Hey.” There isn’t a lot of joy in it, but it’s not cold or flat. There’s warmth and support…she’s just softer than usual. Less larger-than-life. The Strider who laughs the loudest is just a normal person right now.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Hey.” She looks over at Sarita, blinking slowly. “My head hurts.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s ’cause you got hit really hard, sweetie.” She smiles, very faintly, and reaches up to brush some errant strands of hair from Amy’s face. “How else you feelin’.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She shrugs her shoulder, looking at the television again. “I think I got dumped.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Fuck ‘im.” She shakes her head. “He had no clue what he had, he was really bad for you and he doesn’t have a fucking brain in his head. You’re better than that.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “He was nice. He was training me.” She rotates the forearm of her broken wrist arm, watching it. “How did this happen?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, he was an abusive dick who didn’t deserve someone like you.” She looks to the wrist. “The doctors say it looks like it was probably rebroken when you fell.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Fucking Mother’s Touch.” She sighs.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Or fucking he hit you so goddamned hard that you hit the floor at faster than running speed.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t think he hit me. I’d remember if he hit me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Either he hit you or you headbutted a steel post. We have no steel posts in our room.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Also, he pretty much said he hit you.” She frowns. “But you were alive, as if I shouldn’t worry”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her eyes get big for a second, as if some flash of memory has come back to her. “Oh…”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her brow furrows, and the hand on Amy’s good wrist squeezes just lightly. “Oh, what?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t know. Nothing. I don’t remember.” She continues, babbling now “Fuck, I hate this. Just like fucking Dallas. I still don’t remember shit about most of that day.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey, hey…” She leans in closer, catching her gaze. “Easy, Amy. You need to relax. I promise, it’ll be okay. What is the last thing you remember?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “He wanted to know about the bite mark. I was going to put on my hoodie to cover it, but he saw it.” She frowns a little. “I think.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “From the other guy?” She may have been stunned into not trying to ineffectively murder Leon, but she did hear him. Her voice isn’t judging though, when she says it.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Yeah.” She nods, wincing and stopping the motion immediately.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, he hit you. Very very hard. And he wrecked my bed. Like, into pieces.”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her eyes flicker away quickly. “I don’t remember that. I don’t remember him shifting.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Per+Subt: Is that a trying to pretend look-away, or something else?]]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Amunet Trujillo] (This is seriously starting to creep me out…)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns. “My ass. I didn’t tell you he shifted.”

[Amunet Trujillo] Fuck.

“I don’t think he did? I don’t remember that…”

They must have gotten that guilty expression from their father, since they seem to share it.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy, don’t do this. Please, tell me.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Just leave it alone, Sar. I did something stupid. This isn’t his fault.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her eyes darken. “This is his fault. Yeah, you fucked some guy. Oh well. That doesn’t give him the right to beat you. And I swear to god, Amy. You’re about a doctor and police officer away from saying ‘I fell down some stairs.'”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her mouth opens, then closes again.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Tell me I’m fuckin’ wrong. And you know that I say that only because you and I both know that I’m not.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “So it doesn’t matter if I tell you that you’re wrong or not.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m not saying that you didn’t do something that set him off. I’m not making a judgment call on it one way or the other, but I am saying is that it was wrong for him to beat you for it.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “He didn’t mean to. He just lost it. I should have known better. I knew it was his moon”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He was drunk, officer, he doesn’t mean to beat me.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Stop it. You know goddamned well what I mean, and what the difference is. He almost frenzied on me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “He could have stopped himself. It is within us to do so. There are Ahrouns all around the world who aren’t abusive. Even in a situation like that.” She frowns.

“Would you tell a Black Fury what happened? That should be your criteria.”

[Amunet Trujillo] She sighs, running her good hand in her hair and loot meeting her gaze”

[Amunet Trujillo] (Or not meeting it. Either way)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Only way I know how to take that is ‘No,’ sweetie.” She sighs a bit, squeezing Amy’s hand again.

“Listen, Ames. It’s possible he’s a good guy overall. I personally have my doubts, but I’m also trying not to go and burn his big fancy fuckin’ house down while he sleeps so I do have a bias. It’s somewhat conceivable that he’s a good Garou. But I don’t think there’s a single sane person on the planet who would say that he’s a good partner, based on current evidence.”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her head shakes again, but slower this time. “He didn’t just completely flip out though. He could have” She sighs and gives Sarita a tiny smile, scooting to the far end of the bed to make room for her. “Think we’re going to get kicked out because of the bed?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No.” She smiles a bit and slips onto the bed, being careful not to jostle Amy. Am arm slips around the kin’s shoulders. “I gave them some money to cover it and hauled the remnants out. I think we’ll be fine.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Shit. Okay. I’ll go out tonight and get us some more money, okay?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns a bit, looking a bit less than convinced. “Don’t worry about it tonight. We got enough to last us another few days or so. You need to rest up some still, okay?” It’s a request, not a statement or directive.

[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m not going to go out and jump anybody or anything. I don’t know. We’ll figure something out, hey?” She leans her head gingerly against Sarita’s. “We always do.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, we do.” She shuts her eyes, letting out a slow, calming breath. “I’m sorry that shit got so bad. I should have been paying closer attention.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Closer attention to what? I can handle myself. You’ve been getting your ass into a pack and shit. Busy with stuff.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I know you can…not meaning to suggest otherwise. But…” She shakes her head. “You’ve been through some serious shit in the last week or two. I should have been more attentive to that.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Owen probably hates my fucking guts even more now.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She snorts. “Fuck Owen. He can suck my non-existent dick.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Which he would probably be totally into. Fucking Theurges. Bunch of fucking freaks.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles faintly. “Yeah, can’t say I ever really understood Theurges well. Too much time dealing with spirits, not enough time dealing with ACTUAL flesh-and-blood people.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Fuck ’em.” She pats Sarita’s hand “So what’s going on with the pack?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Haven’t talked to ’em in a couple days, so I’m not sure. I should probably stop by their hangout spot. Bellemont Whatever-It-Is.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Um. Yeah, you probably should.” She scowls. “Why the fuck aren’t you in their asses until shit’s done?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “‘Cause it’s been like, three days, it was the weekend, and they probably don’t have hunts every other day or the like.” She is smart enough to not even suggest And I was busy dealing with Leon multiple times and getting you medical care in any part of her words or body language.

[Amunet Trujillo] “Well get on it, woman. Jesus fuck. In order for my master plan to work, you have to be packed up with them.” She looks guilty anyway, trying to hide it behind bravado.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I will, I will.” She looks Amy over. “And don’t go there in your head. Ain’t your fault at all, okay?”

[Amunet Trujillo] “Little bit my fault. I’d say that I was acting out, but we both know that’s bullshit.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I think you were, to a degree. Sweetie, you went through a lot of trauma over the last week. I think it’s unreasonable to expect that you just bounced back up and were suddenly just fine and dandy.” She’s not excusing Amy, necessarily. She’s just giving a reason.

[Amunet Trujillo] “I got my ass kicked Sar. It’s not like I haven’t gotten my ass kicked a hundred times before. I’m fine.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s not all it was, Amy.” It’s said without harshness, just in a gentle but matter-of-fact way. “You know that.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “As far as anybody else is concerned, that’s all it is. Nobody else needs to know how fucking stupid I got. Especially him. And if Leon says anything, then we can play it like he’s just trying to start shit because I dumped him”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns, deeply. She doesn’t seem comfortable with that at all, but she nods. “You know and I know that it was more than that, though. And we know that it you’re not totally okay yet. We’ll get you there, but you’re not now.”

Shit Goes Downhill

[Amunet Trujillo] “What is what?” Her eyes get wide, panic and guilt mixing in them.

[Leon Davenport] He placed his hand around her throat and his tumb pressed the mar, hard “This”He growled the word

[Amunet Trujillo] Panic wins out, eyes even bigger when his hand circles her throat. “Let me go”

[Leon Davenport] He was staring at her, breathing hard, his eyes filled with rage, pain and betrayal “What the fuck did you you?”He say in a very, very soft tone,shaking slightly, his grip slightly tightening

[Amunet Trujillo] “Let me go, Leon.” It comes out as forcefully as she can manage, eyes flickering to meet his, then dropping away again. “Please.”

[Leon Davenport] He pushed her toward her bed, hard “What the fuck did youdo last night? Who the fuck was it?”His face was a mask of betrayal and rage

[Amunet Trujillo] Her jaw sets and she looks away, shoulder shrugging “I don’t know. I don’t remember his name” She starts to look at him, but stops herself.

[Leon Davenport] His body was shaking, muscles rippling “You slept with a nobody? WHY THE FUCK?!!” Hescreamed at her, shirt ripping as he was getting bigger and larger

[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m kin, Leon. I pretty much exist to spread my legs.” She makes the mistake of looking at him, then closes her eyes tight. “I’m sorry.”

[Leon Davenport] He slapped her hard, a back hand slap “Is that what you think? Fuck you Amy. I thought you were better than that. I beleived in you, that you’d rise up to be more than a the loud mouth slut people said you were…well I guess they were right”His body was still rippling with the barely contained effort to keep himself in homid form

[Amunet Trujillo] She’s surprised, both by the slap and the force behind it. Her head is knocked to the side and she steps back with one foot to steady herself and keep from falling. Jaw set, she looks at him but won’t meet his eyes. “I guess so.”

[Leon Davenport] “Iguess so? I GUESS SO!” He was again screaming his shirt ripping complelty, his pants dispearing somewhat “That’s all you have to say? You betrayed me and you find only …I”m a kin, made ot spread my legs and I guess so as excuses?”He continued to grow, his head reaching the ceiling

[Amunet Trujillo] She doesn’t move though she’s shaking just slightly, eyes flickering to his and away again. “You know how I am. I mean, I only knew you how long before I fucked you?” She feels panic building inside her as he gets close to snapping, but forces herself to stand her ground and not let him see how guilty she feels.

[Leon Davenport] That was too much for him, telling him he was no different from last inght’s no name. He was standing hunched, all dark fur and wicked fangsand claws. He hit her once more, another back hand..much stronger this time, as his hand wa bigger than her head

[Amunet Trujillo] It knocks her off her feet, and she lets out a panicked yelp. She puts her hands behind her to break her fall, wincing when too much of her balance lands to the left and the barely and hastily healed wrist snaps fresh.

[Leon Davenport] He picked a bed up, raising it but it it caught by the ceiling. He snap it and pick a very long and wicked looking pice of wood from the base and and hold it pointed over her chest, breathing hard, eyes fillede with hatred, a snarl on his face with a loud, deep growl.

[Amunet Trujillo] Now she meets his eyes, the look in them all at once pleading and defiant. Her voice is very soft and small, breathing shallow as she glances between him and the piece of wood, then back again. “Go ahead. Kill me.”

[Leon Davenport] He stared at her, standing over her, immobile, except for his breathing. He wasn’t even blinking. Then he started shifting back, hair dsapearing, his pnats reapearing, leaving him barechested and barefooted, holding an oversized piece of wood. He kept looking at her for a few moments and drop the wood on the floor. His eyes were reddish, he looked hurt, almost defeated

“You’re not worth it” He say flatly, turning to walk away, watching the damage he had done to the room “Send me the bill” He say as a farewell, leaving the room.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s just stepping up into the common room when she hears the cracking of wood and crashing of shit. She frowns, moving into the hallway as she tries to get to the source…realizing with real worry that it’s coming from the direction of their room. “Amy?”

[Amunet Trujillo] You’re not worth it.

She curls in on herself, breathing speeding up to the point that she’s going to be in danger of hyperventilating soon, and the sound she makes is somewhere between a sob and the pained cry of a wounded animal.

[Leon Davenport] He wasstepping out of room 10, wearing only pants, a look of cold anger on his face as he was taking his cell phone out of his pockets. He saw Sarita and placed the phone back “Save me the call. She’s alive.” He say flatly “I don’t want to see her again…or even hear her name again”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at him from her spot in the hallway. She doesn’t seem to understand for a moment why he’s leaving with out a shirt. Then… “What happened?”

[Leon Davenport] “She fucked up…fucked some other guy. I snapped. It’s over..between us I mean. I’m not even trying anymore” He say, sounding empty.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She purses her lips and pushes by him. He’s not even a thought now. There’s a look of abject panic in her face as she runs to the room, running in and staring at Amy. Her heart falls, and everything in her just crumples. She kicks the door shut and falls next to her sister, gathering her up.

[Amunet Trujillo] The blood is already starting to pool on the side of her head and her cheek where the force of the last blow broke blood vessels. What he said seems to be the source of the most severe pain though. She cradles her slowly swelling wrist as she allows herself to be enveloped by Sarita, strangely quiet now except for the gasps for breath.

[Leon Davenport] He walk away, not looking back. People stare at him when he exit wearing only a pair of pants. He walk out ot his car, not looking around. He got into his car, and placed his hands on the wheel, gripping it tight. He slam both hands on on it “Fuck!”He yell in the car and then press his forehead against the wheel.

She had fucked up, he had fucked up….now things were broken and over between them, with Sarita as well and maybe others. Time will tell. He wished he had jsut left…then again, he wished Amy had been..more controlled? He shook his head and then drove away, heading to his house, feeling like shit and not sure about what to do next.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Shhh…shhh.” She curls around the kinfolk, just holding her. “I’m here. It’ll be okay, Amy…I’m here.” Obviously, it’s not okay. There’s a whole world of shit that may fall out from this. But for now, Sarita is there for Amy. That’s all that matters for the Strider, is that her sister needs her. And she’s here.

[Amunet Trujillo] “My head hurts….” It’s all she can think of to say right now, and she stares down at her wrist like she’s not sure what happened to it.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “C’mon, hon. I’m gonna get you to a doctor.” They’re burning through ID’s fairly quickly now. She picks Amy up, carrying her gently through the Brotherhood and out the back. Now is not a time to freak out the people downstairs, nor to raise alarms. Shit just got real, sure…but for now, Sarita’s handling it alone. For tonight, at least, it’s just the two of them again. When it’s just the two of them, they can fix anything.

[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t need a doctor.” The words sound slurred, and she leans her head into Sarita’s shoulder before closing her eyes.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m fairly sure you have a concussion or something. Yes you do.”

[Amunet Trujillo] “My head hurts.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s because you got hit in it, and have a concussion.” She sets Amy in the passenger seat, shutting the door carefully, and gets in on her side. The van starts up, and off she goes. She’ll tell someone about the bed later.

Coffee With Detective Anderson

[Neda Stevic] “It was nice to see you again. Goodnight, Detective.” She slides out and stands up too.

[Derek Anderson] He nodded “All right, guess, I’ll see you around”He doesn’t say call or text despite the fact they each have the other’s number

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looking fairly irritated when she pushes into the diner, flicking a cigarette out on the street as she does. It’s warm enough that people don’t have to bundle up, and so the Strider is dressed in something a bit more her style. The duster covers a tank top and jeans, with cowboy boots replacing the usual heavy steel-toed ones. She’s a country girl, this one. Who’da thunk it, considering that she has a tendancy to rock out to the most annoying pappy crap she can find.

She takes a look as she slips inside, seeking out a table. When she sees Derek she smiles a little, the irritation fading just a bit as she makes her way in that direction.

[Derek Anderson] He felt and saw Sarita coming and his lips curled into a smile that not Izzy, Neda or Sasha had gotten tonight. Tey had been at the end of small, warm, friendly, even charming smiles,but Sarita receive one few has gotten in the coty. It wasn’t a lvoer’s smile, or a lustful one. It was a Hey, I missed you smile.

He did missed her. Their drunken night had been broken up the other time and he felt liek there was so much they could have talked about. Maybe tonight was gonig to be that moment. Sarita looked liek she might need it

“Hello beautiful lady, how are you?”He say with a plauful smile now, teasing her

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey there Detective Anderson.” She grins and walks over, moving to take a seat. “What’s shakin’, eggs and bacon?”

She seems to be in a good mood, despite the irritation that she showed when she entered. Maybe it’s a front, or maybe Derek just lifted her mood. Hard to say, really.

[Derek Anderson] He grinned at her “I’ve been good. Just getting acquinted with someone I mgiht end up working with once in a while. Sarita, meet Neda” He say with smile. He didn’t ask Sarita how she was, not now anyway. Later, if they are jsut the two of them. Then he might get an honest answer. Now, he would probably just get a fake answer.

“By the way, I spoke with Montoya today..word of advice, tell Amunet ot stay away form her”He shay shaking his head “I owuldn’t want anything to happen to her..or to Montoya in retaliation”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns. “Are you fucking serious? One wrong word and the bitch has it out for her?” She sighs and shakes her head, before looking to Neda. The woman is offered a smile and a hand.

“Hey there. I’m Sarita. He already said that though.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Empathy For Another Scene]]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6) [WP]
to Neda Stevic

[Derek Anderson] He shrugh “Might be more than that, but that’s none of my business. I thought I’d give you the heads up. I like you and have nothing against your sister. And I”m actually getting along ok with Montoya. Don’t want her to do something foolish and then get hurt because she hurt Amunet and by association you”

He shrugh “Anyway, want something to eat? I jsut ate but could stay. Or feel like having a drink?”

[Neda Stevic] She smiles and offers her hand “Neda Stevic. I was just on my way out, actually. I have an early morning.”

[Neda Stevic] (And the record stands! WOO!)

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Nice to meet you Nada.” The handshake is warm and friendly. “Have a good one. Chat atcha later, I’m sure.”

She looks at Derek. “I could have a drink. Ain’t up for eating, though.”

[Derek Anderson] He offered her hand to help her up “Then let’s not stay in a dinner. We could find a quiet bar, have them play some classic rock and have a few drink while wechat. How’s that sound?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That sounds peachier than a peach.” She grins. “A-let’s do it.”

[Neda Stevic] She nods to the two and heads back home to sleep

[Derek Anderson] He nodded “All right, let’s go”He head out with her, leaving the staff wonder how the hell that guy ended up surrounded by 3 beautiful women at one time, exchanging numbers with them and then leave with a 4th one. He suddenly and irrevocably became a legend to the male staff of that dinner. Maybe even a fantasy to the women there. Not that he’d care about it if he ever learn it.

He walked beside Sarita, having let go of her hand as soon as she was up in the dinner, now putting them in his pockets. “What have you been up to?”He ask her as they walk

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, you know…the usual. Hanging out, making my rounds, earning some cash, yelling at morons.”

She looks at him, grinning. “There’s a lof of each of those things. Rounds and morons.”

[Derek Anderson] He chuckled “Yeah, well I don’t know about rounds, but I certainly about morons”She should know..if she remember his story from the other night. He stopped a nearby bar “How about this one? Or you want to drive somewhere you already know?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, I remember.” She grins at the memory. “It’s still a fuckin’ classic, days later.” A grin, and she chucks his shoulder lightly. It’s a friendly gesture.

When he points out a bar, she looks it over and then shrugs. “Naah, fuck it. This one’s as good as any. Don’t matter if everyone don’t know your name.”

[Derek Anderson] He had smiled at her gesture. It felt weird but in a good way to be so easilly friendly with a true born. Sarita certanly wasone of a kind: gorgeous, smart, fun and down to earth. He opened the door for her “No it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re in good company”

e let her in and stepped in after her “Should we start..liek the other night or more slowly?”He ask her, unzipping his jacket and taking it off, revealing a darl long sleeve shirt, fitting nicely on him

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Fuck starting slowly. I wanna get a little sloshy tonight.” She grins, looking at him as she makes her way to the bar. “I’ll even help you carry shit this time. See how nice I am?”

[Derek Anderson] He smiled “You’re the nicest, but I can handle the carrying, if you don’t mind finding a place.”He ask very politly, not about to give any order to a Garou, even a friendly one “What do you want ot drink? Shots? Beer? Jack?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Shots. José Cuervo por favor, señor policía.” She grins and walks over to the jukebox, programming a few tracks in. The first to come up is “Behind Blue Eyes” by the Who. Then she picks the table right next to the box, settling down.

[Derek Anderson] He smiled and went to the bar. After a few minutes, he came back with a 26 oz bottle, salt, two shot glasses, limes and a knife “All right, I hink we’re set for the next 10 minutes”He say in a playful tone, seating near Sarita, sideways to her like the other time, not opposite the table. He placed his coat on the back of his chair

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Probably about that.” She grins and nods to him. “Set us up, partner. Let’s get our booze on.”

[Derek Anderson] He put the salt between them on the table, cut the limes, almsot all of them already. He didn’t trust himself with a blade later, then poured the tequila in the glasses. “All right”He licked his hand, poured some salt, waited for her to the same and raised his glass “What do you feel liek dedicating tonight to?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Mmmm….men.” She grins and nods, picking up a shot. She does the salt, but not the lime it seems. “No offense, I don’t count you as a man…” She says it with a wink, clearly joking. “…but rather all men who stupid, hormone-ridden jackholes who wouldn’t know how to fix a problem if the answer smacked them right in the fucking head.”

“God, love ’em.” Or not. She does the salt and then the shot.

[Derek Anderson] He listened to her “All irght, I can live with that” He licked the salt, drink his shotand bit the lime. He iddn’t need it, but kinda liked the feeling. He poured them eac another shot “Want ot talk about what’s been troubling you the other night..and tonight?”He ask, picking his shot up, watching her with his kind blue eyes

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Ehh…kind of.” She shrugs, lighting up a cigarette. “I don’t really feel right talking about it to people not familiar. It’s not really fair to those involved. Let’s just say that a woman who was the victim of something bad is getting shit made worse by her stupid fucking boyfriend who doesn’t realize how much he sounds like an abusive spouse.”

[Derek Anderson] He watched her for a moment “Damn, I”m really sorry for that woman”HE said and meant it “Anything Ican do to help? Talk to her maybe? Put the guy in jail? Unles..well..if he’s true…I can’t do that. I can always find a way to mess with him, if it makes you feel better?”He say with a playful smile. He licked his hand, poured salt and when she was ready, drank down the shot and bit the lime, looking at her, though never meeting her eyes

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grins. “Thanks, you’re sweet for being willing to abuse your power for me.” She winks at him and shakes her head. “Nah, he’s True, and don’t worry. He does right, or I will use my many, varied and vast resources, wit, contacts and bootheels to put him into the worst living hell he can imagine.”

She’s joking. Mostly. But she’s way too gleeful about it, whether she’s joking or not. She takes a shot and shrugs. “Truth tell, I like the guy. Other than him being a walking cock.”

[Derek Anderson] He laughed. “I don’t want to sound petty…but aren’t most true that way? All rage and hormones? I mean, you take regular men and most are that, for true, it seem amplified”he shrugh “Not trying to find xcuses, but, let’s face it…msot men are pretty desen. I’d include myself in that group sometime”

HE smiled “I ain’t perfect after all” He pured them more tequila “And I wouldn’t liek to be that guy if he mess up. Having you as an enemy msut be as bad a curse as having you as a friend is a blessing..or Isuppose..about both”He say, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t want to assume she was thinking of him as a friend.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Okay, most of us are heavy on the anger, yes.” She pause. “Okay all of us, in varying degrees. But that don’t mean we’re rampant sex fiends. Thing about this–and don’t ever, EVER tell her I said this–Katheine’s pretty high with the righteous anger of Gaia, right? Do you really think she gets down in an uncontrollable way every time Luna’s half-full?

“Or Lukas. Dude, he almost makes ~me~ uncomfortable that way.” She grins. “But I don’t see him as that type. Our Rage is an excuse. It makes it harder, but if we can’t control it, maybe we shouldn’t be dipping our pens in someone else’s inkwells, y’know?”

[Derek Anderson] He nodded “Lukas has a better grip because he’s experienced maybe? I don’t know. I think it mgiht dpeend on your moon phase. Though most of it can probably be related to the individual. Some people are just looking for excuses to do bad things. I see it all the time.”

He look at his shot “If you think that guy could be harmful to thatwoman, maybe you should step in and break it up before it gets worst. I know ome good people, really stand up firends, that I would never present a girl to because I know they would treat her badly. It doesn’t make them bad people..just bad boyfriends you know?”

He shrugh, pured salt and downed the third shot

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods. “I’m keeping an eye on it. Girl in question’s in a dangerous state right now. Separating could make ’em worse…but we’ll see.” She shrugs a little bit. “Love Detective Sarita is on the case!”

A grin and wink, and she takes another shot.

[Derek Anderson] He chuckled “All right. Just saying. Be careful, maybe all the bad things should happen one shot than let something dark crawl and fester, destroying everything that person was rebuilting at a later date.”

He poured them another round “So beside you friend being are you feeling? How’s your new association going?”He ask with a smile

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Not too much to it yet.” She gives a shrug. “It’s still prospective, not all official yet. But it’s…good. I’m looking forward to it.” She smiles.

“It’s weird as shit, ’cause I ain’t had but one person to rely on for a long time and no one for even longer before that. But good weird, you know?”

[Derek Anderson] He smiled “I’m glad you’re excited. I’d sayI understand the feeling..since I have family and friends to rely to, but from what I’ve heard, the hmm association mentality is very different from that. I can just kinda relate.”He shrugh. He seemed comfortable with his limitations as kin.

“At least you should have interesting times with them. Katherine, Sinclair and Lukas seem special, each in their own way”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grins. “Yeah, they seem really cool. And if you want special…just wait till you mean Asha.” The way she’s grinning means she wants to see the expression on his face when he does.

[Derek Anderson] Hechuckled “The one with the herald right?” He say, remembering the conversation from the other night. “From what you all were talking about…she seem singular to say the least.” He smiled holding the salt up to pour it on her hand before doing the same for himself.

“So any big plans beside fitting in with your new group?’

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She nods and raises her hand for the salt. “Keep all my kin safe. I think somehow I’m kind of the de facto leader of the Striders here. On account of possibly being the only Strider Full in the city. And oddly, even though there’s only three of them…it’s a full-time job in and of itself.”

[Derek Anderson] He poured the salt on her hand “Well from what I heard, your sister seem to be a handful, don’t know the others but I guess some kins might be hard to keep an eye on, especially for one person”

He poured salt on his hand and went to lick it and down another shot “It’s a wonder you get some time to relax”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Kinda hard, yeah.” She nods a bit. “Amy’s a bit of a handful, Kyle’s in and out all the time so it’s hard to keep track of him and Gina…hates our tribe. For good reason.”

[Derek Anderson] He frown “Gina? Cue, caramel skin, talk so weird you need a translator? Not entirely..the most law abidding citizen?” He was with a raised brow

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s her, yes.” She nods. “Why, what’d she do?”

[Derek Anderson] He chuckled “Nothing..except she see to be running from people and not pay her drink bills”He say with a chuckle, picking up the bottle moer slowly, before pouring the shots “Nothing major”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, that’s not so bad.” She gives a ‘psssh.’ “If I had a dollar for every meal and wheel I did…well, I could probably actually have paid for them.”

[Derek Anderson] (* she seem to be..)

[Derek Anderson] He laughed “Like I said, nothing major. But she might end up in some serious trouble eventually though”He say with a light shrugh

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Maybe. I can help them so much. Let ’em fall but be there to catch ’em, you know?” She takes another shot.

[Derek Anderson] He nodded, drinking the shot, skipping the salt and the lime “Well, like everyone, they need ot be responsaible for themselves. Doesn’t mean they don’t need or deserve some help” HE say with a soft smile

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And I’m always here to offer help to my kin.” She nods. “But yeah, they gotta walk when they’re ready to try.”

[Derek Anderson] He smiled “Well they’re lucky to have you watching over them” He say with a nod, picking up his new shot.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The grin becomes more of a smile, and she nods. “Yeah, thanks. I can only hope I’ll be able to look after ’em right.” She runs her finger idly over the rim of a shotglass.

[Derek Anderson] He smiled, watching her “If you need some help, let me know all right? I’ll do what I can” He said leaning into hischar, eyes not leaving her face

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shrugs, still looking at the glass. “Thanks. I think this one’s on me though. She takes the shot, knocking it back and then looking at him. Her head cocks to the side when he sees her watching him. “What?”

[Derek Anderson] He blink “A well you’re..”He shut his’re getting drunk..drunk is never the tiem to say anything more than empty words..shut up, shut up, shut up….got it “Nothing” He shook his head and downed his shot, trying to look away

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Her mouth opens, and she smiles then. “Ahh.” She grins a little. “You’re sweet, amigo. Maybe someday.” She sighs. “For now though, I need to get home. Long week ahead of me, I think.”

[Derek Anderson] He blinked “What?”He looked uncomfortable “Sorry..didn’t mean anything”He say, shaking his head

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grins. “I know. You didn’t mean to say anything, and you didn’t. I’m just smarter than your average bear.” She gets up and leans in, kissing his cheek. “And you didn’t do shit wrong, so don’t feel embarrassed. Have a good good, Detective.”

[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her “All right. Take care of yourself Sarita”He say, staying seated as she left.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You too.” She gives him a little smile and makes her way out.

[Derek Anderson] He stayed there for some time, jsut letting hte liquor filter out of hissystem a little. Then he picked his coat and left, hailing a cab as he exit.

A Run-In With a Cop And A Pack-to-Be Meeting

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] The bar is a fairly low-end place; not a true dive, but hardly the greatest watering hole on the face of existence. Or in Chicago. Or even in this area. It’s got personality though, the kind of place that regulars frequent and everyone knows everyone’s name. An old big-screen TV is showing one of those crime shows, CSI or NCIS or SVU or LMNOP or something like that. No one’s paying attention, because they’re not here to watch TV. They’re here to drink and forget their troubles.

In Sarita’s case, she’s here to hang out.

This is the kind of place the Strider likes best. She’s able to hang out herself, and chat up a few locals. Make some friends, have some booze. Maybe get in a fight, maybe get laid. It all depends on the night, her mood and her luck. Of course, her luck hasn’t been great as of late, but she’s always willing to go out and see what’s coming for her. And whatever the result, she usually enjoys herself.

She sits at the bar, a few empty shotglasses in front of her. She’s not a regular, and as such she’s got the attention of the locals. Her locks can’t hurt that much of course; she’s already had to turn down a couple of middle-aged drunks, though she’s doing it gently with amusement. She’s not feeling particularly mean tonight. She nurses a beer as she looks around, toe tapping to the Lynyrd Skynyrd coming through the jukebox.

[Derek Anderson] He enters the bar, not making a big thing out of it. He’s a tall, muscular man, around 6’3″/6’4″, with short blond hair, kind blue eyes and good looks. Yet, he doesn’t seem to posture or anything, to stare anyone to establish dominance or anything. Of course he wasn’t trueborn, but it was something typically male. True born just do it better. He’s dressed in boots, jeans a white and blue long sleeve shirt fitting his upper body nicely could been seen as he unzips his winter jacket. He looked around, grinning at the type of show they had on the TV: Cop show. His lips turned into a warm smile when his eyes stopped the beautiful Strider sitting at the bar.

He move in a smooth, easy way, back straight, looking ahead, looking almost regal toward the bar. There seem to still have nobility in his blood. He wasn’t pretentious or anything, it just was natural. He stop beside her, leaning forward, elbows on the bar

“Penny for your thought and mind me offering you another beer?” He say in his deep warm voice, still smiling widely, looking at her

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She over at the door as Derek comes in a little grin curling up on her face. She certainly seems pleased to see the man; she enjoyed their little talk the other night. She gives him a little nod, waving him over.

“You can absolutely offer me another beer. I think you’re overpaying for those thoughts though.” She gives him a wink and gestures to the stool next to him. “C’mon, have a stool. Technically it’s not mine, but I can sublet for it on behalf of management. How the hell are you?”

[Derek Anderson] He chuckled at her words, motioning for two beers at the bartender “Really? I thought that it would be a hell of abargain. You have the most interesting thoughts” He smield to her as he seat beside her, making many patrons jealous. He didn’t seem to mind them much as his eyes stayed on Sarita

“I’ve been quite well, to be honest. I learned that one firend of mine” He say, knowing she would catch his meaning “Met a few very interesting people. Probably people you know: Joey, Kora, Hunter, Tabitha, a silent guy, Detective Montoya. Let’ssay that all of them in the coffee shop I was with Cordy…had an interesting effect on the crowded place…In the end, I think only Tabitha and I were left with a shaking barrista behind the counter”

He did had a small look of pity when he remembered the poor girl. But it was still kidna funny when you thoguht about it. He paid for the beers as the tender handed them to him and he slid one in front of Sarita

“How have you been?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Ohhhhh….” She gives a laugh that fairly broadcasts what kind of a shitty week she’s had. It’s still amused–she has gotten her sense of humor back–but definitely has a subtext of “Fuck February.” It’s her mantra for the month…and the month is only half-over.

“It’s been interesting.” She sighs. “Okay, let’s see. Joey’s a cool girl for the one time I met her…helped her get a ‘promotion,’ so to speak. I don’t know Kora. Tabitha’s nice enough, though her best friend is a little off-putting. The silent guy is probably John.” She leaves that one there.

“Izzy I’ve only met once, and my sister pissed her off.” She pauses. “Wow, I’m saying that a lot lately. Anyway…yeah, know most of them. Thanks,” she finishes with, taking the beer and downing a good, long swallow.

[Derek Anderson] He smiled at her description of those he had met a few nights ago “Kora is..well she isn’t subtle, but she look to be nice enough. I think you would like her. And yeah, Joey is fun and I don’t know your sister, but Izzy is..well not the most accessible person.”

He smiled “So having some sister related probems?”He say, tilting his head, as he grabbed his beer “And you did avoid my question about how’ve you been. My guess is..not so good. Want to talk about it or just get stupid drunk? Ideally..we should do both. But I”m not going to pry into your life if you don’t want me to”

He drank form his bottle, still looking at her. He really didn’t mind of she want to keep her personal life ot herself. Everyone had that right, Garou sometimes even more…some of them had the worst lives…

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, Izzy didn’t seem too accessible.” She shakes her head. “To be fair to Amy, she didn’t do too much to piss Izzy off. Said one wrong thing if I recall.” She shrugs. That’s Fenrir for you. “Whatever, s’all good. Even Steven.”

She looks over at him when he asks if she wants to talk about it or get drunk. “I don’t mind chatting about it a tiny bit, maybe. And stupid drunk…that’s something I’m TOTALLY down for.” She grins. “C’mon, let’s go get a table away from the bar.”

[Derek Anderson] He nodded and tell her “All right, go ahead, I’ll join you”He got them to pitchers (right word?) of beer, paid for them and walked to the table she had picked. He put htem down, went ofr glassesand came back and sat with her, not directly beside her, nor directly at the opposite of hte table. He put his chair sideways so he could look at her, facing her, not too far, not too close either “Ok, I think we have everything to start the evenin well”

He say with a smile “And you can talk as much or as little as you want. When you’re the one people confide to, or help people see the way, soemtimes, having someone do the same ofr you can be helpful.”He shrugh “Not saying it’me..jsut saying” He wouldn’t presume that a true born needed to confide in him.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[That’s the tight word, yep!]]

She moves to a table off in the far corner of the bar, next to the jukebox. The Lynyrd Skynyrd song as changed to “Simple Man,” and Sarita’s nodding her head to it, humming along with when Derek comes over. She may love blasting the Kanye West and Ke$ha, but when it all comes down to it, she’s a Southern Rock and Classic Rock girl at heart. And for all her snark, she’s has her simpler, quieter moments. She snaps out of one of those and smiles as he approaches. She exhales a drag of smoke and moves the ash tray so he can set the pitchers down.

“That’s a good start, but what’re you gonna drink?” She winks and takes one of the glasses, pouring out some of the beer. “Thanks. You’re a doll.”

[Derek Anderson] He laughed “Well the bartender said he’d keep a tab open for me. So I’ll get something later I guess” He grin at her, looking relaxed, enjoying himself. “And don’t call me doll too loud..or all my work trying to look manly will be destroyed. I’ll be doomed”He say mock afraid, then flashed her a charming smile

He poured himself some beer to o”So, want to talk about you..or anything else?” He say, blue eyes looking at her, but never directly into her eyes

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Ehh…we’ll get around to me.” She smiles a bit, taking a swallow of the amber drink. The glass is settled back on the table and she takes a drag of cigarette smoke. “First you. Any intriguing cases lately? Any good jewelry heists or bank robberies?”

She grins. “I know you have stories. C’mon, entertain me with one. I demand entertainment.” It’s in no way an order, of course. Not in any serious way. Just a request, phrased jokingly as an order.

[Derek Anderson] He listend to her with a smile. “i’m not a very good story teller. I do have a peculiar case though. It’s about a local Pittsburgh celebrity, a boxer, who had some good years, won a few titles but he wasn’t the smartest guy in the world. The proff? Well..don’t ask me why, but the guy robbed a convenience store in the middle of night, the old fashioned way, ski mask and gun and then ran away. Thing is it had snowed liked an hour before. We arrived on the scene, asked questions and then got out. I see those boots track on the ground, looking liek the right size of boot ofr a guy of the height and weight described. So me and my partners start following them like one block down and would oyu beleive me it lead us right ot his frigging doorsteps.”

He shook his head with a smile “Amreica’s dumbest criminals: celebrities” He looked at her and drank from his bottle

[Cold Victory] The world of Garou is rife with coincidence, and it just so happens that the bar that Lukas asked Amunet to meet him at is the same one at which Derek and Sarita are currently kickin’ it.

It’s cold in Chicago, and there are double doors everywhere. The first one takes the temperature up twenty degrees; the second one, another twenty. When Lukas crowds in, though, it feels like the temperature in the room rises another ten. Or drops fifty. He fills the doorway — very tall, wide across the shoulders, a monolith of black in his overcoat — and conversation around him lulls for a second before picking up again. The moon is waxing again. His rage rises with it, a subdermal beat in the air.

He spots Derek and Sarita, heads toward them with a quirk of a smile. “Hey!” he says to Sarita as he gets closer. A nod to Derek — “Sorry, quick interruption,” — before he’s looking at Sarita again, “Your sister here yet?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grins widely at that, about to respond when Lukas comes in. She looks over his way and grins, sitting up a little bit more. “Hey there boss man.”

When she asks if Amy’s here, she blinks in surprise. “Uh, no. Why, what’d she do this time?” It’s said mostly kidding. Mostly. You gotta admit, Sarita has precedence to ask the question. What, you don’t think she does? Well, you don’t know Amy. And she’s nothing like that guy Jack that you don’t know either.

[Amunet Trujillo] She’d texted her sister with a quick “Holyfuck, he wants to meet” before heading out, making her way on foot since the bitch took off with the van. She paused outside the door of the bar, a shiver running down her back before she took a deep breath and headed in.

[Derek Anderson] He looked at the man interrupting them. He had felt his rage and certainly wasn’t gonig to brush him off. “Don’t worry about it Sir”He say politly “If you have business with Sarita and her siter..would you like to me to leave you all alone?”He ask, looking at Lukas but not meeting his eyes “Or you’re welcome to join us” He say with a nod, motioning the empty chairs nearby

He wasn’t about to attend a meeting of true born without being invited that’s for sure, Maybe it’s a pack meeting or something. After all, he has no idea that Amunet is not Garou, but kin like him.

[Cold Victory] “Oh.” Lukas looks briefly puzzled. “I thought she must’ve told you, and that’s why you were here. Coincidence, then.” The Shadow Lord unwinds his scarf, then rolls it up in his hands and dismisses it with a smile. “I got your message, by the way. I’m glad to hear it. Welcome aboard.

“This,” and he hands her a printed slip of paper, and it might not be coincidental that it’s eggshell white with dusk blue type, “is the address to Kate’s loft. I let the rest of the pack know to expect you. We don’t really have a packhouse, but that’s the closest thing, and you’ll more often than not run into one of us there.”

He glances around the pub then; back to Sarita and her friend. A shake of his head, “Thanks, but I’ll butt out for now. Maybe I’ll swing by later, after Amunet and I have had a chance to sit down together.” He extends his hand to Derek by way of introduction and goodbye at once, “Lukáš, by the way. Sarita’s soon-to-be packmate, hopefully.”

[Amunet Trujillo] Deep breath, Ames. Just breathe.

She stops just inside the door, looking wholly surprised to find Lukas talking to her sister. After watching for a moment and watching some sort of note passed, she moves that way slowly.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She takes the slip of paper and notices the color of the paper and font. A wide, Cheshire-like grin breaks over her face, and she chuckles at Lukas. “You, my good man…are THE man.” She slips the paper into her duster…and THEN her phone vibrates. Stupid T-Mobile text message lag. She pulls it out and flips it open, reading the text. “Oh, yeah. Hey Lukas, Amy says you want to meet with her. Also, I hate my cell phone provider. Can you hear me now?”

She puts the phone away and nods to Lukas. “Sounds good. I’ll stop by. Oh…and Lukas, this is Derek. We met out there in the Park the other night. And had a random encounter tonight. They may have implanted a ‘people who know me’ magnet in here.” A smirk.

[Derek Anderson] He got up to shake tha man’s hand, it was polite after all. His grip was firm, confident, but no way a test of strenght. Sarita told his name ot Lukas so he was left with a “Pleased to meet you Sir” He paused then said “I’m sorry if I”m forward Sir but would the Kate you’re talking about..a Katherine? If so, I”m looking for one, she’s family.”He say, still not looking at the man in the eyes

He had been trying to reach the onyl Silver Fang he knew of..well there was the other one with hte herald, but Sofie didn’t remember her name. It was a lnog shot asking that man about Katherine..but it couldn’t hurt..too much

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks over as Amy comes up and nods to her. “And here’s Amy. Hey, you…just got your text. We need to switch providers, these guys suck.” She’s grinning to the kinfolk, but her eyes say Relax, it’ll be fine.

She looks between Derek and Amy once Lukas and Derek are done with introductions. “Amunet, Derek. Derek, Amunet. Now you two have met.”

[Cold Victory] “Katherine Bellamonte, the one and only,” Lukas confirms, his own grip much the same: firm, confident, without excessive brutality or squeeze. There’s a look of curiosity in his eye, which resolves into comprehension a moment later. Of course. With that unmistakable breeding, he should have known. “She’s my sister. I’ll let her know you’re looking for her. Have you a number she can reach you at?”

Even as he’s speaking, he’s turning – alerted to Amunet’s approach by some sixth sense. He’s not sure if he’s met this woman before — the truth is, Lukas’s worldview rarely includes the various kin and mortals he meets every day. His pale eyes flick over her face, curious and assessing for a moment before he nods a hello to her.

“You could also drop by the Loft when you get a chance,” he finishes, turning back to Derek. “Sorry,” he adds, quirking a crooked grin at the frou-frou little slip of paper he handed Sarita, “I only printed out one of those things. But I’m sure Sarita will let you peek.”

He steps back from their table, then, raising his eyebrows at Amunet. “Want to grab some beers and find a table?”

[Cold Victory] [SPEAK OF THE DEVIL.]

[Katherine Bellamonte] [WTG Lukas, you summoned her.]

[Amunet Trujillo] She nods to Derek, but most of her attention is understandably on Lukas. The kin is oddly subdued, eyes flicking around the bar every few seconds as her nerves clearly show.

[Amunet Trujillo] The kin nods at Lukas, chin lifting in a show of confidence, then lowering just a touch so that she doesn’t come off as too self assured in front of the Elder. “You get the table. I’ll get the beers.”

[Derek Anderson] He nodded “Thank you Sir” He rached into his pocket nad hand a card to Lukas, reading Detective Derek Anderson with a cell number. “As for Sarita, I”m not sure if she’ll let me peek or play guessing game, but I assume she will give me the adress.” He gave him one last nod, almsot a bow “Have a nice evening”

He turned to offer a smile to Amunet “Pleased to meet you Miss” He say to her and understanding her lack of response, he sat down once Lukas attention was on Amunet. He then smiled warmly at Sarita

“Well congratulation are in order it seem. Guess we have a good reason to get drunk now” he say in a playful tone

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She laughs a little at that. “Yeah, I guess that we do. Not that I need a reason to get drink, but hey, if an excuse gives you a reason to feel good about it in the morning, feel free.” She gives Derek a wink and takes another draught from her glass.

The semi-dive bar’s jukebox switches from “Simple Man” to “Freebird.” The Strider has loaded up the damned thing’s queue with enough Skynyrd to last until closing time.

[Katherine Bellamonte] [I swear I’m typing now! Was just finishing up another scene. *zoom*]

[Cold Victory] “Just Lukáš,” Lukas brushes the ‘sir’ off. “I’ll see you guys later.”

The jukebox queues up more southern rock. Most patrons like it. A few are disgruntled by the lack of trendy underground music — this is the Loop, after all, or close enough not to matter — and go elsewhere. Lucky for Lukas, a table just so happens to clear out. He’s tossing his coat over his chair as Amunet returns with beers.

“Thanks,” he says, taking one before gesturing her into the other chair. There’s a sort of unconscious courtesy to him: he waits for her to sit before he does as well, relaxed, accustomed to these human, social, slightly upscale surroundings. He knocks his longneck back, then smiles across the table at Amunet.

“So, what’d you want to talk to me about?”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her hand brushes through her hair quickly as she glances to Sarita before focusing fully on Lukas.

“Couple of things, actually. I know that Sar accepted your offer. I need to know what my part in this is going to be” There’s a tiny pause, and she looks at the table before looking back at him. “If I’m going to have a part.”

[Derek Anderson] He nodded to LUkas, next time he will adress him, he will use the man’s name. He laughed at Sarita’s words” Well to be honest, having a drink with you was a good enough reason, you receiving a good news just made it better.” He raised his glass at her “To your..promotion?”He say, not actually about to say pack out loud even if lukas and Sarita’s presences had pushed the patrons to the other side of the bar.

He didn’t know if Sarita will talk about her last week and how she felt now that her sister and new packmate were around, but it didn’t matter, she seemed in better spirits already.

[Katherine Bellamonte] She had long ago drawn some line in the sand, Katherine Bellamonte, about what she would and would not allow herself to enjoy with the excess of privilege and wealth that came with her name and titles. From a mortal standpoint that meant she had a lovely sleek car — all dark lines and tinted windows — but never employed a driver to take her anywhere.

There was one on retainer to her family, but she very rarely called on him.

There was, after all, a certain freedom in being the one behind the wheel and Katherine Bellamonte had always relished the power of being in the driver’s seat — such as it was, this mentality was reflected, or had been at least, in many other areas of her life — both human and monster. Tonight, the figure that swings long legs out of a black BMW has been called to by her Alpha. One of the Kinfolk she’d recently been informed of was present, and the Strider Sarita, now a prospective pack-sister was also here.

Come and meet them, Lukas had urged.
Honor’s Compass had sighed, and closed her novel.

Now, you could scarcely have imagined the blond female who swarms in the door of the Pub in her winter’s coat with fur-trimmed sleeve and collar, with her perfectly coiffed hair and pink glossed lips had ever been laying on her sofa, in a lazy state of repose. She was a striking woman, there was little to be argued against it with a fine, thin nose and high, crafted cheekbones. Pale lashes swept each, and her eyes were of a particularly pale blue that seemed to dominate her pack; Sinclair and Lukas both also bore the shade, though each carried their own slightly different hue of it.

At the door, Katherine checks her progress, and her eyes unerringly discover Lukas. Then, they flick and disconcertingly quickly place Derek. He, she studies for several seconds.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Mmm, let’s say to my new professional association,” she says with a chuckle. “I tend to think of our version of promotion as something different.” She finishes off the beer and then goes to repour.

“And that was a friggin’ awesome story. America’s Dumbest Criminals indeed. How good was the look on his face when he realized what had happened? Please tell me it carried all the way to his mugshot, and that you have a copy of that mugshot..”

She looks over, noting Katherine. Okay, no way is this coinkydink. She smiles a bit, nodding to her. “Hey Derek, we got more incoming,” she says as she smiles to Katherine. “One you were asking about.”

[Cold Victory] Lukas sits with his back toward a wall, his eyes facing most of the bar. That sort of placement doesn’t even seem purposeful anymore. It’s something he does. It’s something he’s used to doing. It allows him to see Katherine when she walks in, though. Amunet can see his eyes flick over her shoulder and beyond. The smile he gives his packsister is a world away from the subdued, polite smiles he gave the stranger that was her kin.

Across the pack bond, Katherine can feel Lukas’s mind brush against hers: a warm, dark, solid presence; an unvoiced greeting.

Then his clear, pale eyes come back to the kin across from him. He looks curious again, and curiosity is an animal thing on him. Everything about Lukas is animal: somehow not quite human, somehow just a touch savage, no matter the facade of civility and courtesy he wears so well. “Your part,” he repeats, as though tasting the words. “In truth, Amunet, I don’t consider myself the Alpha of those kin allied to my pack. You remain your sister’s ward, and the only time I’d interfere is if her good judgment regarding you somehow failed in a way that damages the pack as a whole. So I suppose the simple answer is … you’ll be involved however she wants you to be involved.

“If you’re actually wondering how you can get more involved, though, that’s a different matter. I suppose I should ask you: how do you want to be involved?”

[Amunet Trujillo] And here they go again. She sits up a little, leaning forward to be able to keep her voice down.

“I fight. It’s what I do. I’m not like normal kin, who are happy to stay on the sidelines. I’ve got too much training and have fought too hard to do that. Ask Sar if you want. I can hold my own as good as she can against anything this side of… you know.”

Her eyes flicker to Sarita, then back to him. “I want to be part of the pack.”

[Derek Anderson] He nodded “I know..I jsut couldn’t find better. So yeah, to your new association” he smiled even more when she came back to his story “You wouldn;t beleive the face he made. It was priceless. I’ll try ot get you the picture. Might actually make a good poster”He said good naturelly. The man had been a world class idiot.

He was drinking from his glass when Sarita noticed Katherine and told him about her. He almost choke on his berr..Dammit, he thinks, how will I look right now, dressed casually, with two pitchers of beer probably looking liek I”m flirting with her new pack sister? He thinks to himself, feeling embarassed. Wiping his mouth with a nearby napking, he got up to greet Katherine.

He was a tall musuclar man, about 6’3″/6’4” with short blond hair, kind blue eyes, usually a charming smile, but right now, it was sa slightly embarassed smile. He was dressed in boos, jeans and a white and blue long sleeve shirt, the sleeve partially rolled up. He stood straight, looking at her but not meeting her eyes. The way he had moved from sitting to standing spoke of grace that few big men possessed.

He waited for Katherine to be closer before slightly bowing and say a very respecful “Madam Bellamonte, I”m honored to meet you”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles at Derek’s reaction, and rises herself. For her part, it’s a simple respectful gesture to the Master of the Challenge and her potential packmate. She even stubs her cigarette out. Sure, it was about dead anyway, but that is totally not the point. What is the point? I’d think that’s obvious. You’re obvious. You’re a point, too.

Oh, right. So anyway, she lets Derek do his introductions. Tribe business before gonna-be-packmate business, she always says. Well, she just started saying now, anyway.

[Cold Victory] Lukas’s dark eyebrows flick up, then furrow. “Are you asking me to treat you like a Garou — to bring you along on hunts, put you in harm’s way as a warrior?”

[Amunet Trujillo] She nods slowly. “Within reason, of course. I won’t expect or ask to go on anything that I would be a liability on. And I’m prepared to prove myself, if need be.” She catches her bottom lip with her teeth, holding it there for a moment before going on. “I can do this. I can be an asset to you, if you let me.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] They ought to be careful, deferring to a Silver Fang like that. One might think such gestures would go straight to Katherine’s head. Still, after she greets Lukas — silently, naturally, a brush of familiarity — she heads toward the table where the True Born and her Kinsmen are rising to meet her. There’s certainly a curve of her mouth upward in the suggestion of appreciation for it.

But there’s also amusement.

“You must be Derek,” Katherine’s voice was not exactly what one expected, and then again, it was entirely as it should seem. Sweet, peppered with the faintest traces of french [affected or not it was there, though she was in large part American born and raised] which gave her something of an exotic air. He greets her as madam and the smile grows.

She laughs, it’s hard to resist. A ripple of gold and light; silvery and genteel for all that she feels like a monster up close; smoldering with Rage beneath that tan skin. “Enchante, I am sure but please, call me Katherine.” Sarita gets the benefit of a warmer smile, too and the Half Moon gestures that they sit down.

She remains standing only to unbutton her coat.

[Cold Victory] There’s a sense that Lukas is somewhat at a loss. His brow is furrowed; in his hand, the beer bottle turns in place on the tabletop, slow circles whose sound is lost beneath Lynyrd Skynyrd. After a while, he picks the bottle up, takes a drink, then hunkers forward over the table.

For the most part, Lukas dresses tastefully, with an eye toward concealing the weapon that is his body more than he flaunts it. His coats are cut to make the breadth of his shoulders seem less imposing. His shirts sleeken him. When he sits like that, though, he seems a mountain of strength: all thick shoulders, heavy chest, biceps bunched and forearms corded. An Ahroun of the Adren rank, through and through.

“I believe in your dedication,” he says quietly, “and I believe in your skill. But the fact is my pack is a pack of war, and most of us are Fosterns or higher now. Strong enough to face the mighty foes Perun directs us against; made stronger still by Perun’s blessings.

“I don’t doubt that your heart is great, Amunet, but you simply don’t have the raw strength to follow us into most of our battles. You would be crushed in an eyeblink, or else the rest of us would have to struggle to protect you constantly. The brutal truth is — on a pack hunt, you probably would be a liability more often than not.”

A pause.

“There is this much I can offer you, though. Last year, my mate tried to form a coalition of kin. For numerous reasons it never panned out, but if I remember correctly, there was plenty of martial interest amongst the kin. If you want to form and lead a fellowship with likeminded kin, I’ll keep your group in mind in the course of the war. I’ll send you against lesser targets that I find.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey Katherine.” She sits down when the Philodox makes the motion, relaxing. “Can I get you a glass? We’ve got a couple pitchers here.” She gestures to the the containers of beer on the table. The Ragabash isn’t exactly sure if Katherine will accept…Sarita’s seen her in a bar before, but she doesn’t remember if she was drinking. Still, she’s gonna make the offer, if only to be polite.

Yes, Sarita’s polite. She’s the fuckin’ very pinnacle of etiquette. Prove it’s not the case. Okay, beside that one time. And that time too. And the one with the goat. The goat was totally asking to get hit though. She’d swear to it.

[Amunet Trujillo] She nods very slowly, picking at the label of her beer as he talks. When he’s finished, she runs her fingers in her hair again and nods more decisively.

“I appreciate it.”

Her eyes flicker over to Sarita, watching her now as she continues. “You made a really good decision with her. She needs something like this.”

[Adamidas] There is a pop, somewhere. And it’s not sonorous or over-stated. It’s just quiet and doesn’t seem to make much of a fuss.

It’s accompanied by the flush of a toilet. The running of water. A theurge walking out of the bathroom.

Now, there are lots of questions that one could ask. They could ask why is a small brunette wandering out of the bathroom? How long has she been in there? They could ask how come she isn’t cold? She’s wearing a skirt for crying out loud! They could ask isn’t she a little young to be in here in the first plce?

There are enormous, gaping plot holes that are linked to Adam’s entry into the bar, especially since they came from a non-conventional entrance. Those plotholes are glossed over simply by the answer she’s a theurge, it’s what they do.

She wanders to the bar, and doesn’t order a drink. She asks for the time, and smiles. Grins ear to ear.

Not last call yet.

She orders a beer, and the bartender looks at her funny. She orders a coke and he seems more okay with this request.

[Derek Anderson] He nodded to Katherine, answering with his deep, warm voice. “Yes Mad…Katherine” He say with a slightly sheepish smile. He moved to sit down as Sarita invite Katherine over. He was glad the Strider did. He wasabout to do it but didn’t want to go over Sarita and decide for her.

When Sarita offer Kaherine a glass for the beer, he has a feeling the Silver Fang would prefer something else, like champagne or maybe Brandy. But th offer was made a true born and he wasn’t about to counter it and suggest something else. He did say “It’d be a pleasure if you joined us.”

He wondered if he should leave, it seem that Lukas pack and pack to be was gathering. He felt like he was intruding in a very select group. He didn’t appear too uncomfortable but he was considering letting the pack be with each other. He could always talk and drink wth Sarita later.

He was about to say something when the young brunette came out of the bathroom. His blue eyes watched her for a moment. This almsot dive bar had just too many incredbly beautiful women around.

He prefred to drink form his glass, glancing at Sarita, one of those beauty and jsut smiled. Suddenly the place was “crowded”

[Sinclair] The moon is hers tonight.

Normally when Sinclair enters a room there’s not a mortal nor wolf who can ignore it. There are plenty of Garou whose rage eclipses her own, and there are plenty of Ahrouns whose prowess in battle is better known, but it’s just something about her that seems a little more feral, a little more wild, a little more hungry. Her looks imply a girl-next-door sort of neutrality: wheat-colored hair, sky-colored eyes. Freckles. Not the girl who wore heavy eye makeup in high school but the girl who might have been the prettiest band nerd or the most wholesome-looking cheerleader.

Not anymore, though. The rage and the predatory grace of her every movement are augmented now. Metal glints in her ears, ink coils under her skin. She has a low center of gravity, walks with the ingrained physical awareness of a dancer. Or a killer. And on nights like tonight, when the moon waxes away from Katherine’s phase and into her own, Sinclair is a thing to behold. Light catches her hair differently, glints in her eyes, making them gleam. She looks softer. She seems stronger. She’s a pretty girl. Under her moon, she’s beautiful.

Even indoors, which is where she’s walking now, there is something about Sinclair that makes people look. Even the people who sense her and feel a cold, clammy terror in their guts as they lift their heads.

She walks straight for her packmates, wearing — of all things — a pair of well-fitted green pants and a charcoal gray v-necked shirt screenprinted with white silhouettes of birds rushing across her chest towards her shoulder. The shirt is longsleeved, hems nearly covering her hands to the knuckles, tissue-weight cotton. It’s revealed in patches and then in whole as she grabs a chair and swings it around, sits down at the table without asking if she’s interrupting, and unbuttons, shrugs her way out of a black peacoat with a broad turned-up collar.

Other than a glance across their faces, she mostly ignores the two kinfolk they’re sitting with at first. Gives a little upward nod of greeting to Sarita. Then looks at Derek and Amunet. “‘Sup.”

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine’s attire, much like her Alpha’s, was tasteful. Though she tended toward white more often than other darker shades; though black had, for many years, been making an increasing dent into the Silver Fang’s everyday wardrobe. Still; tonight she wears her favorite; a white blouse paired with winter slacks. The material neatly pressed, the lines clean.

The boots she wears with them are impressive, and add to her height, rounding the Philodox out at just over 5’10. When she seats herself; it’s with a fluid, albeit thoughtless grace. Derek would not be the first unsettled by her, or her pack’s close distance. The Ragabash asks after a drink for her, and the half moon fusses with a wayward lock of hair, thoughtful a moment.

“I would like that, perhaps you could see if they serve Champagne? Or if not, a glass of their house white will suffice nicely.” She returns her attention to Derek. “Now, I want to hear all about you, Derek. Tell me what brings you to Chicago, and how you have been settling in. My main duty toward all my Kinfolk in the city is to be your source of connection, and, should the need arise — your protector.”

It’s somewhat ludicrous, this slim young thing, barely into her twenties, telling a fit man like Derek that she will protect him. Some would take offense to it; others would flush with anger. But it’s there, subtle, felt — the potential for lethal threat implied in the Fostern. Pretty and poised she might be, but she was just as monster as all the rest.

Speaking of — there’s the slight turn of Katherine’s face as the door opens once again.

Sinclair’s presence is felt, answered by Katherine before Sinclair has even progressed far into the room. “This is Sinclair, Brutal Revelation. My pack-sister. A Galliard of the Glass Walkers. Sinclair, meet Derek Anderson, a new come addition to my tribe in the city. We were just getting acquainted.”

[Cold Victory] It doesn’t escape Lukas’s notice that Amunet’s face falls; that she changes the subject soon thereafter. There are Ahrouns that are little more sensate than clods of dirt. Lukas is not one of them. Most who make it past cubhood, make it past Cliath, aren’t. He looks at her for a moment, his eyes pale and keen. When she mentions her sister, his eyes move toward Sarita for a moment; he smiles in spite of himself.

“I think we need someone like her too. We haven’t had a Ragabash in a long time. And this entire Sept has a distinct lack of wise Ragabashes.”

A pause; a sip of beer. Then, gently, “Listen, Amy … I know it’s not easy to hear that the one thing you want to do most is something you can’t do. I can’t imagine how hard that must be. But for what it’s worth, I am going to try to find ways for you to be useful to us. I’d do that even if you weren’t willing, yourself — but that you are is a big plus in my book.

“Is there anything else you do well? Any other skills you have, or are willing to learn?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She seems to be fairly amused as she’s sent off to ask about Champagne or white wine. Mental note: must program some Allman Brothers into the jukebox to take place after Freebird, That Smell, Simple Man again, Freebird again, and the Kid Rock ballads. Yes, Kid Rock ballads. If you don’t like it, spend your own quarters. Kid Rock ballads rock.

She grins and nods to Sinclair along the way to the bar, then talks to the bartender. Adamidas gets a brief nod as well. It takes a little talking to the man, but eventually she’s coming back with a glass of the white.

“Sorry, no champagne.”

[Sinclair] For a member of a pack that lives (mostly) in a place like the Loft, where one Ahroun is a mated Adren and alpha of pack, auspice, tribe

and one Ahroun is the daughter of a house of kings

and the Philodox is nearly an Adren herself and wealthy beyond dreams,

Sinclair sort of stands out. She has nicer clothes than she did when she first came to Chicago but she hasn’t upgraded from the car she rebuilt with her father all those years ago, that nasty green El Camino parked outside. She doesn’t dress like Kate and Lukas unless Katherine is taking her to the symphony or some such shit and letting her borrow a dress. Lukas is in dark clothes befitting his tribe, Kate wears white. Sinclair wears a pair of Skechers that, by god, have seen better days and were once a bright, silver-lined magenta. Against green pants. And a gray shirt.

Look at this fucking hipster.

She is introduced by Katherine as she sits. She is given the name of the male and she looks at him for a moment. But then she drags her eyes off, following the conversation Lukas is having with Amunet.

[Adamidas] Sinclair is pretty. Adam’s never actually noticed this; she knows that Sinclair has a nice bone structure and that she has a unique look and she’s got some very pretty blonde hair. At this moment, Adam looks at Sinclair and the first thing out of her mouth isn’t thank you for the coke in her hand, it’s-


Right. She realizes it’s come out of her mouth and she isn’t embarrassed about it. Tonight, Sinclair iis Calliope. She is Thalia. She is Melpomene and Erato and Mnemosyne. Seriously, kids. Look. At. That. Fucking. Hipster (and be awed.) At about the time where she’s musing about the muses and realizing oh yeah, I still have a drink, she realizes she’s staring like a dumbass. So, her response to staring like a dumbass is to wave hello in that general direction. Kate, Derek, Sinclair? They’re all covered with that wave.

Luckily, Sarita nods at her and Adam, in turn, turns her head and heads over that way.

“Why do I keep seeing you in bars?” the song changes, “what’s on the jukebox?”

[Derek Anderson] He felt more than saw Sinclair coming in and when he saw her, the beer stopped from reaching his lips for a second or two..It’s getting ridiculous, he’s tihnking to himself. Somebody shoot me. He blinked and swallowed. “Good evening” He tell Katherine’s packmate with a smile. “Pleased to meet you”

He found enough of his smarts to offer Sinclair a hand. He willshake her hand brieftly and firnly if she take it. His hand not calloused nor smooth. The base of his fingers was harder inside his hand and the knuckled were rougher as well.

Hisattention turned back to Katherine to answer her, his glass on the table. He wasn’t sure if he had enough focus to handle holding a glass while talking. It hadn’t happened often to him. But tonight, well..anyway..

“I was transferred from Pittsburgh” He tells Katherine “I jut made detective and made to try my luck somewhere else. A spot opened in the 18th precinct and here I am. I’m also slettlng in well. I met various people and all seemed pretty friendly. I can’t complain at all” He say with a smile. “And it’s very generous of you to offer your protection”he say in a respectful tone “If I need anything, I will call you without hesitation” Hewasn’t embareasse or offended. After all, that’s how things worked

[Amunet Trujillo] Just a few days ago, she would have gotten angry and launched into a defensive argument about what she’s capable of and how he’s just not seeing it.

All of the fight is out of her now, though. This is, after all, just another thing on the list of what she wants but can’t have. Better to keep her temper in check, and salvage something.

Her eyes move over the others at her sister’s table. The blissfully unaware kin. The woman that represents a threat so severe, it made even the stubborn Strider kin reconsider her priorities. Sarita looks at home here, among these people. She owed her more than stubbornly insisting that she’s somehow special.

“I can learn anything the pack is willing to teach me. I don’t really know much other than fighting, but that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to try”

[Sinclair] There’s a hand coming her way. Sinclair notices it, but she glances at it like she’s just seen something curious amidst the fallen leaves on the ground. It takes her a second to go ahead and take Derek’s hand. She gives him a small nod. “And you.” Polite, but not exactly warm. She takes her hand back when he seems done with this greeting and mercifully goes on ignoring Amunet. Mercifully because, from the feeling this woman brings into the room with her, being the object of her attention is an uncomfortable place to be at best.

“There’s always things that need doing around Bellamonte Park,” Sinclair says, though, more to Lukas than to Amunet. It sounds like a suggestion. “That place is like a revolving door for any humans Kate hires.”

[Amunet Trujillo] Her eyes move from her table to Sarita’s again, looking over Sinclair as she tries to process what was just said in her direction, feeling the hopelessness that’s building inside her grab a little more of a foothold.

[Cold Victory] Lukas thinks a moment, his eyes drifting over the bar — glimmering even in the dim light here. Catching that light, refracting it, throwing it back. There was a running joke that blue eyes are a trademark of this pack — common across Lukas, Kate, Sinclair, even Christian. Some of their fallen, too. Mrena with her pale eyes. Katarina. Sam.

Not Asha, though. Not Sarita, either. The truth is, the pack evolves. Time passes; they all change. Lukas’s eyes come back to Amunet. He takes a swallow of beer, then sits back.

“Maybe you could help us scout,” he says. “Not the sort of battlefield scouting I’d ask Sarita to do. Something more along the lines of scoping and staking things out. The Wyrm is entrenched deep in the fabric of the community up north. There are plenty of organizations and institutions either fronted by or composed mostly of humans. A woman without Rage could slip in and out of those places more easily than even a Ragabash, and your combat skills would come in handy if you got in a pinch and needed to fight your way out.

“I’m sure your sister could teach you some tricks. And perhaps Katherine and her kin too, if it’s more subterfuge and intrigue that you need to learn.”

[Sinclair] [Cut the bit in my post about Sinclair speaking to Lukas/Amy about Bellamonte Park.]

[Amunet Trujillo] She chuckles softly, peeling at the label on her bottle again. “Oh, I’m good at lying to people. Point me in a direction, and tell me what to keep an eye out for. I’ll be happy to do the legwork.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks back at Adamidas and grins. “There’s a good reason for that. I drink a lot.” She picks up her glass of beer and, as if to demonstrate, takes a drink of alcoholic goodness. It’s set down and she pulls out a cigarette, settling down into her seat at the table with Katherine, Derek and now Sinclair.

“And on the jukebox, by the way, is the epicn brilliance of Ronny Van Zant and Lynyrd Skynyrd. All ‘y’s’, no other vowels. Just shut your eyes and let the sweeping guitar solos take you away.”

It’s said as an side to the main conversation between Katherine and Derek. She’s not meaning to interrupt that.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine is brought wine, and it likely doesn’t even strike her to consider that perhaps it was not fitting to send another Garou on an errand for her in a Pub. Then again — Sarita had made the offer to begin with. The Half Moon accepts the glass with a murmur of appreciation for the Strider’s handiwork and raises the glass to her lips; perfectly groomed eyebrows rising a notch as Derek begins to tell her about his coming here.

She listens, Katherine, her attention is wholly fixed on him for as long as he speaks, and she answers. For all her apparent youth, there is a sense of established knowledge banked in the Fostern’s pale eyes; it’s present in her voice, too. In the friendly, if politely practical manner she lays out her reply. “I do not believe we have had a Detective of our own,” of her blood, she means, “at least not as far as I can recall. I’m certain you will make a most useful asset to the Sept, and to the tribe.

A few things I should lay out now, while I have you here.

I run a tight ship, as far as our tribe is concerned. As Kinfolk, some of the demands I set are not yours to answer to, but, by the same token, because you are Kinfolk and my responsibility, if you cause trouble that is laid at my door I will hold you accountable for it, and punishment will be dealt out. I have no time for stupidity in my blood relations — those that are useful, I reward with tasks. I treat with according respect.

Those that waste my time, I will see they find little to enjoy.”

A beat, a sip of wine. “My home, the Loft, is a safe place should you find yourself in trouble, or needing temporary accommodation. In short, Derek, I am gladdened to greet more family, and as long as you keep your nose out of trouble, we should only need to meet formally every other moon.”

[Cold Victory] “Will do,” Lukas replies, the corner of his mouth tilting upward. He lifts his beer bottle up, eyeing it to see how much remained before taking another swig. “So, that’s item one. Anything else you wanted to talk about?”

[Sinclair] At I have no time for stupidity in my blood relations Sinclair can’t help but laugh. It’s a quick, half-stifled thing, a burst of amusement — though the reasons behind it are probably unclear even to Kate — that is followed by a grin when she informs Derek that those that waste Kate’s time are …well.


Sinclair gives a nod of greeting to Adamidas as the Theurge joins them, and glances over at Amunet and Lukas. She senses they’re not done. Can see it in the way Lukas holds himself. Turns back to those she’s sharing a table with, particularly Sarita. “You know, I wouldn’t mind you joining if only because the Fang-Lord parade of swank needs more of a shakeup than lil’ old me can provide. Did you know our other Fang has a herald? A herald, woman. Now Kate wants one, too.”

[Adamidas] “You’re pooooor liver,” she says. She even sounds like she’s lamenting, but it doesn’t quite hit her eyes, and her mouth hasn’t quite caught that she’s lamenting, either, because she’s grinning her underaged head off. She takes a drink of coke and looks at the conversation taking place. Her voice has dropped and she’s half-muttering asides to the Strider like they’re going out of style.

“So, Lynyrd Skynyrd… the number of Y’s proportional to the amount of badass in the band?” she asks because she does know better. She’s been made to ride in the back of a pickup truck for questioning the goodness of Skynyrd.

[Amunet Trujillo] “No. That’s pretty much all of it tied together, it seems.” She flashes a smile. The rest of it, after all, is irrelevant now.

“Thanks for your time. I wanted to make sure that you knew that I was ready to help out. I should probably get out of here, and let you talk to your pack.”

[Adamidas] She sees Sinclair, and this time she doesn’t stare at her. Oh no, she plays it cool and offers her the same upward nod that Sinclair gave her. Sup without saying it.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She grins at Sinclair, a chuckle escaping. “Happy to shake it up. I’ve…yes, I’ve met Asha and…Thomas, was it?” It’s clear from her expression that Sarita really doesn’t know what to make of that still. She’s gotten some perspective by Lukas, and that helps her understand a bit, but still…she just nods.

“Yes, I’ve met them.” You just said that. So what, I’ll say it again. When you get something more tactful to say, lemme know. Since there isn’t, it’s just that and a smile.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at Adamidas and grins about the Skynyrd comment. “You know it. I like the way you think.”

[Derek Anderson] He nodded to Katherine “I will do my best Mad..Katherine. I try to stay out of trouble, I have the authority to stop some of it. I won’t bring you embarassement or will accept the consequences if I do. I doubt you’ll have to see me for anything other than reports or if you ever have need of my skills.”

He kept it at that. He could profess he has good instincts and judgment. That he had met many true borns and kin in the city and has been behaving as it would be expected of him. But it would sound too much like he need to pro himself.

His eyes did wander to Sarita coming back with the beautiful brunette, then Sinclair, back to Sarita and the woman, Sinclair aaaand ceiling. Yup, ceiling is good. With beer inside of him. Definitely. He downed his glass and brought back his eyes on the pitcher and poured himself another glass.

He took a smaller drink from it this time.

[Derek Anderson] (*He keep it at that…)

[Katherine Bellamonte] “Yes, Thomas.” Katherine’s expression softens, adopting a wistful cast. “Wonderful herald, comes from a long line of them, too.” That raises such fascinating questions about the Silver Fangs. Did they breed a family simply to serve as heralds? How did it work, exactly? Was there a market somewhere in France where they were bred, and kept in pressed suits with sticks to bang against the floor before commencing?

“I must ask him about his family.”

[Sinclair] “Thomas is one of my favorite people ever,” Sinclair informs Sarita, deadpan. “I think my very existence makes him weep for the future, and I kind of get a kick out of that.” She shrugs. “Asha’s great, though. She will tear shit up in a fight, too. I think second to me, she’s Tripoli’s favorite wolf.”

Tripoli. Said like triple-e.

If Sinclair knows that Sarita is withholding judgement of the young Fang of Blood Red Crest or her herald, she doesn’t seem to acknowledge it. She doesn’t bring it up. Doesn’t argue. What she says about Asha seems, at least on the surface, genuine enthusiasm for her packsister. Dismissive, accepting amusement and little else about her traditions. Her herald.

Stop half-saying Madam and then calling her Katherine,” she says suddenly, though, looking at Derek with a swing of her gaze that pins him like a butterfly. “Listen to yourself, man, it sounds like you’re calling her Mad Katherine. Hello. If you start to say Madam because you can’t stop yourself, then don’t stop yourself. Chase that feeling. But Jesus. It’s making me twitch.”

[Cold Victory] “They’re your pack too now. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Lukas gets up, grabbing his coat off the back of his chair as he does. “Come on. Let’s go say hi to Kate’s new cousin.”

[Adamidas] “I’m one wise mothafucka. I need to get it on a wallet like Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction,” she says.

She looks at Kate and blinks. She catches the part about heralds. Having come from a long line of heralds, and it makes her think. She looks at Kate longer and harder, like she’s trying to think of something.

“Wouldn’t that get really frustrating? Having a person who… what exactly does a herald do? It’s, like, a person who rattles off all the important information for you, right?”

[Amunet Trujillo] She stands as well, keeping the smile in place and nodding. “Yeah. Sorry. Just kind of a new concept, you know?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] And with one single, solitary line and Samuel L. Jackson, the Fury is on Sarita’s “Badass People of Chicago” list. She smirks and looks about to say something, before she notices Lukas getting up. She gets quiet suddenly, watching Lukas and especially Amy, taking in their movements, reactions, body language and such.

[Sinclair] For no apparent reason, Sinclair knocks on the wooden table with her knuckles quickly.

[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine’s mouth quirks at one edge at Mad Katherine.

Her eyes shift to Derek, she’s almost soothing as she says, “I’ve been dubbed far worse, I assure you. If Mad Katherine is as bad as it ever gets again, I shall count myself the luckiest of women.” She smiles around her wine glass, sips from it and then says, idly as an aside to Sinclair.

“I thought you said I was Tripoli’s second favorite wolf because I cleaned her so often.”

Then, Adamidas is staring, and Honor’s Compass is turning her attention on her; expectant. “Oh, no. It’s very useful. In fact, you can have them memorize not only your entire lineage, but remember other important things like your social security number or the combination to the safe. Endless uses, honestly.”

She may be joking, judging by the gleam in her eyes.

[Cold Victory] “You’ll get used to it,” Lukas reassures. His hand comes to her shoulder briefly, warm and heavy. “At least I hope you do.”

Then he’s ushering her back toward the larger table, his half-finished beer snagged up as he goes. When he returns to them, he nods to Derek again, then drops his coat over the chair between Sinclair and Sarita. The Ahroun follows, dropping down much the same way — palpably comfortable in the presence of his pack.

“Hey,” he says to his sisters. His beer bottle clunks down on the table. “You guys meet Amunet yet? She’s Sarita’s sister.”

[Adamidas] “…. oh my god, I want one. Can I get them at Target?”

[Cold Victory] “And I always thought I was Tripoli’s second favorite because I just kick so much ass,” Lukas puts in, and affects a sniff. “Katherine, I think we’ve been played.”

[Derek Anderson] “Yes Ma’am!” It came instinctively and he was sitting straighter under Sinclair’s gaze. She handn’t told him to call her by her name. And the way way she spoke, reminded hin of his drill sergeant. He looked at Katherine “I’m sorry, Katherine. I hope I haven’t offended you”

He nod back to Lukas and offered a small smile to Amunet. Ok…now he was really intruding into pack business “Hmm maybe I should leave you guys alone. Being all associated. Might want to discuss things that are none of my business”


[Amunet Trujillo] Sarita gets a big smile, and she leans against her sister’s chair as she nods to the others. “Hey.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[I Empathy You!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
to Amunet Trujillo

[Derek Anderson] (Wow..hmm scratch one way…and the last He who is completly alone and useless ;0 )

[Sinclair] Sinclair blinks at Kate, furrowing her brows together in bewilderment. “Her? Dude, Asha helped save him from slavery to the Wyrm. You polish him with Turkish towels. It’s a tossup but I think she still wins.”

Gently, she kicks Katherine’s shoe under the table. Smiles at her. Lukas sits down beside her and she leans over, bumps against his arm before sort of bouncing off. She doesn’t sit up straight. She slouches, sprawling. She hasn’t gotten anything to drink yet.

“Hey, Amunet,” she says to Sarita’s sister. Without looking at her much. Without missing a beat before: “Dude, it’s really kind of sad that you want to be a wee gaffling’s favorite, okay? He barely even knows you exist unless you give him cutlery.”

Derek sits up straighter. Calls her Ma’am. Sinclair gives him a weird look. It looks like this:


[Cold Victory] “But he’s really cute,” Lukas argues, sounding utterly earnest about it all. “If you gave me the choice, I’d totally rather have a metal gaffling than a herald. Sarita, you meet Tripoli yet?”

[Katherine Bellamonte] Lukas gets a look, it’s at once fond and exasperated, and then pale blue eyes are turning on Amunet and the Silver Fang presents her with a winning smile; a flash of straight, white teeth. “Bonjour,” she purrs amiably enough and then — returning Sinclair’s kick beneath the table as if they were five instead of their respective ages she turns her attention to Derek once again.

“You really don’t need to go, unless you wish to. Stay, please. Have a drink with us, and get to know my pack and some of the Garou better. Have you met Adamidas properly?” She inclines her head at the pretty brunette Theurge. “She is our Sept’s Theurge Elder.” Then, a seeming random belated protest:

“Those are imported towels. If I cared nothing, I’d use the toilet roll.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks up at Amy, and her expression softens a little. No one knows Amy better than Sarita, and big smile aside, the Garou can see the little things that betray how the other is feeling. There’s a bit of sympathy in the Ragabash’s yes for her sister as well as a touch of sadness. She gives her a look that says I’m sorry, we’ll talk about it before she leans back against her sister, looking back to Lukas.

“I can’t say I have met Tripoli. I’ll have to do that, though, at some point.”

[Derek Anderson] He offer a sheepish smile to Sinclair “Sorry, old habits from my upbringing sand police academy. Don’t mean anything by it, but you’d scare my drill sergeant” He smile a little more, the lookede at Katherine. “Ok it it’s all right with everyone, I’ll stay”

Of course it had started as a drink with Sarita..and now it’s have a drink with our pack. Yeah, they owned the place now and he was just a guess. He did offer a charming smile and his hand to Adamidas “Pleased to meet you”

[Derek Anderson] (*if it’s all right with…)

[Cold Victory] [don’t wait for me! i’m conquering egypt!]

[Adamidas] She offers her free hand, and she stands up to her full height. She’s comfortable in her size, shape, the amount of space she’s taking up. She’s not too self-conscious. Her features are young, her eyes are dark, and so is her hair. She has pretty teeth. Her eyes are too far away, though.

“No problem, I’m Adam,” she says. Boys name in a skirt, “and stick around.”

He’s a cop. But he’s kinfolk. He’s a cop but he’s kinfolk. She regards him closely, looks over details and is right there for a split second. Adam nods to some unseen force. Derek is deemed acceptable.


[Adamidas] [NEVAR!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She smiles around and gets up. “I’d love to stay and hang, but it’s getting late and we should go. Been a long day for both of us.” She smiles at her packmates to be, and then Derek.

“Later guys.” She drops down some money for the drinks and then makes to go.

[Sinclair] “Well, who wouldn’t,” Sinclair says, as though wanting a gaffling over a herald should be obvious. She turns to Sarita. “A little while before I made Fostern, Asha and I fought some minions who were enslaving metal elementals and… well. This one poor dog.” There’s a faint wince in the words, in her eyes, though not her expression as much. “One of the gafflings sort of followed me home after that. He’s been getting stronger, though. And he’s pretty much the most adorable thing ever, but he’s sleeping somewhere right now. I like to think that when he sleeps, he goes to the umbral pocket realm that is filled with nothing but the epiphlings of Tin Cans and Coke Can Tabs.”

A nod, then. “Later, Sarita. And Amunet,” she adds, obviously an afterthought.

Derek gets her attention for a moment, then, after the sisters have taken their leave. Smile or not, sheepish or not, she didn’t return the expression as he told her that she’d scare his drill sergeant. “You military, too?”

[Cold Victory] Lukas — sprawled out in his chair — looks up as Sarita gets up next to him. He holds up his hand, clasping hers briefly, fraternally, before waving to Amunet.

“See you guys later,” he says. “I’m glad we talked, Amy. And — I’ll keep what we discussed in mind. See what I can find you. In the meantime, you should think about what I said too. Forming a fellowship, all that.”

Hospital and After

[Leon Davenport] There is no sounds in the room except the beeping of the machines in the room, checking Amy’s status, helping her stay alive. There wasn’t anyone in the room except Amy and a very silent, very angry person sitting on a chair. Doctors and nurses have come and gone, never staying long in the presence on the blond man, with the scary presence, looking at the young woman, almost unblinking

Owen had been called, the theurge was on his way to help Amy. He had no idea if Sarita was coming back soon. The Strider had been really pissed during their conversation. She wasn’t sure how soon she’d be back.

So he was there, since a quarter past noon, the staff hadn’t been too much of a trouble when he arrived. The “fiance”looked concerned and grigtening enough that they ust let him take a chair and sit. He hadn’t moved ever since, not to get water, food, nor going to the bathroom. His eys staying on her, watching for signs that she will wake up

[Amy] Her eyes open at one point, closing again almost immediately. She’s perfectly still, though that may be as much from the broken condition of her body as anything else. A female officer is on standby to question her, though evidence collection had been accomplished when she first arrived.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She makes her way back through the hospital. She’s calmer, certainly. She’s had time. And killed someone. Anyone looking very, very close would see a few flecks of blood on her duster from the spray after the bullet entered Ricky’s temple. No one would see it unless they were looking for it, though Leon can probably smell a faint coppery odor of the when she comes in.

She shuts the door behind her, nodding to Leon. There’s no smile, just steps that take her to the side of the bed, where she looks at Amy with a blank expression. “Hey.” It’s to Leon, mostly. Her arms cross over her chest. “How is she?”

[Leon Davenport] He tilt his head “I think she’s awake, but not entirely sure, she might have passed out again” He say in a low voice. He look at Sarita’s duster “Trouble? Or Therapy?”He ask, knowing she would know what he was talking about

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shrugs slightly. “Therapy and removing a potential problem. Step one, anyway. Step two will be later.”

She moves around to the other side of the bed and reaches out for Amy’s hand. She pauses and hesitates, like she’s afraid the hand will turn into a snake and bite her. She takes a breath and steels herself, then gently takes Amy’s hand.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Want me ot come for step two? I think it would do me some good” He say, the chair squeaking as he finaly got up “You have no idea wehy she got hurt?’

[Amy] Nothing bites. Nothing moves. She may well be out again, except for the slightly elevated heart rate on the monitor.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I imagine she was pissed at John.” She shakes her head. “She was at the skinhead bar that we hit the other night. Being a fucking idiot by going in alone. She knows better than to go in alone.”

Indeed, she does know better than to go in alone. She lets that point hang in the air, shaking her head. A deep breath is drawn in and out.

[Leon Davenport] His handscurl into fists “John?”He simply say, the tone flat, but the anger, the rage spiking. He thoguht it was over with John. ODesn’t seem like least not before this morning. He doesn’t come closer to Amy’s still form. He stay were he is, trying to breathe deeply so he could control the fie burning inside him

[Amy] Her eyes open slowly, pinned on where she thinks Leon’s voice and rage is coming from.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey.” She looks at Leon. It’s not hard to see what he was thinking. “It’s been over since about when it started, more or less. They haven’t been doing anything. Trust me. This was residual closure shit. And don’t take that any way but words, cause it ain–”

She cuts off when she sees Amy’s eyes open, and squeezes the kin’s hand. “Hey, you.” It’s gentle, and even with a tiny hint of warmth. As much as she can manage. “You’re an idiot.”

[Riddle me This] *He doesn’t exactly break the land speed record with his shitty little 80’s civic. Were he to even try the complaining beast of a vehicle would no doubt dump the theurge on the side of the road. Such were its quirks, the car was churlish at best. Still, Owen nudges the muddy brown deathtrap quickly down the highway and through the city, streaking beneath the shrouded judges moon on his way to the hospital. On his way to Amy.

It was true, he didn’t enjoy the kin’s company to date. She was foolhardy. A danger to herself and those who would have to rise to defend her, through bonds of sentiment or duty. Still, Leon cared for her, she was kin, and therefore a sort of family. Family Owen understood. So he drives as though it were Bella, or one of his cherished younger sisters in need of him.

Only Family can see her. Owen’s rage spikes hot, and the strangeness of his unbridled spirituality has the triage nurse worried he’s escaped from their psych ward upstairs. So it is that Owen’s approach farther down the hall is heralded by a chorus of “Sir! SIR! You can’t go in there! Only Family is al- sir? SIR!!? Someone call Security?”

And he’s not even in the room yet.*

[Leon Davenport] He’s still angry. So pissed that he might visit the bar later and lock the doors and not care who’s in the place, if all, any or none of them has touched Ay. He mgiht jsut fgo there and realese the pent up anger. He doesn’t say anything back to Sarita. He odesn’t explain how it hurt to know that she’s feeling something for John that she isn’t for him. How it feel ot know that no matter what you do, you’re second best. He doesn’t like it at all. He wasn’t made to be second. Part male vanity, part wolf instincts, part Ahroun pride.

He cared for her, more than he had cared for a kin since his first change. The fact that her relation with John is over because the Get didn’t want it, didn’t make it easier for him. Not at all. So instead of saying anything stupid or hurtful, he bit his tongue hard enough for blood to fill his mouth, just looking at Amy.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks up, toward the door, and sighs a bit. Yeah, this is clearly going to go well. She looks between Leon and Amy and, after a moment’s hesitation, she lets go so she can go try and smooth the situation over with the staff. “I’ll be right back.”

She looks at Amy. “Don’t go anywhere.” It’s a joke, even if it’s short on humor. She slips out to go intercept the nurse and security people and explain to them that “Steven” is “Jessica’s” spiritual healer and that as her sister, “Martine” will vouch for him.

[[Persuasion FTW!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Amy] Her eyes move from Sarita to focus on the doorway, somehow already knowing that something related to her is the cause of the commotion in the hallway. Her hand tightens on her sister’s for a moment, before letting it go.

She hasn’t bothered to argue the charge of idiocy. There’s no point.

[Riddle me This] *To say Owen is disheveled is an understatement. The lanky eco-shaman has barefeet shoved into hiking boots, a dull grey wifebeater half shoved into pajama pants. Navy flannel. “Steven” was a spiritual healer by general aura alone. Smell of pot hanging heavily and no doubt familiar about his clothing, the nursing staff easily buy Sarita’s story, helped along by long hair and general intensity. That and the fact that Sarita could talk god into pulling an eighth day of overtime, and “Steven”looks like he’s going to.. do.. something if he doesn’t get his way.

He nods to Sarita wordlessly and enters the room, green eyes falling to his tribemate, then the kin on the bed, then back to his tribemate. Waiting for an update before acting.*

[Leon Davenport] He slihtly move closer to Amy, but nowhere within reach of each other “Iasked Owen to come over”He say iwthout much expression “He’ll heal you” He doesn’t look directly at her. Seeing her like this hurt…and with everything else going on in his mind..well better that he look everywhere but at her

He felt Owen coming in and nodded to the man “Thanks for coming Owen. Can you help her without things being too obvious?”He ask his tribesmate, eyes on him, with his barely controlled rage reflected in them. It wasn’t directed at Owen, the theurge probably knew that.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shuts the door. “Obvious isn’t too much of a concern. We’re all under false names, we can get her out of here.”

She walks back over, looking like she wants to get close to Amy again but keeping some distance so as not to crowd the Walkers while Owen works. “We just don’t want her doing backflips on the way out.”

[Amy] She doesn’t quite meet Leon’s eyes when he talks to her, and doesn’t put up any sort of resistance when it’s announced that she’s going to be healed. She only gets a certain number before things start not quite knitting together right, but this is as good a time to blow one as ever.

[Riddle me This] You. You’re family. Sign her out Against Medical Advice.

*Curt, the door closing and general tenseness of the room spurring the normally reserved spirit talker into action. He turns to look idly for cameras and nods to Leon, voice rumbling with low authority.*

You. Take out the top left camera. I’d do it with a gremlin but depending on mood that can be time consuming.

*That said, he moves towards Amy, taking stock of her general condition, trying to fathom what exactly needs his attention first. Tall theurge bending over her bed, hard gaze strafing over her before he snatches her chart from the side rail.*

[Leon Davenport] “He nodded o Owen and taking his jacket off the back of his chai, he moved to place it over the camera. Once it was secured, he moved the chair in front of the door and placed it so it would block it, tilted slightly the back undser the knob.

He looked at Owen “I think we’re good to go”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She purses her lips, like she’s hesitant to leave Amy’s side, but nods and heads out. More Persuasion goes into place as she starts convincing them that she has excellent private health professionals who can handle it and…oh, just shut the fuck up and give her the forms before she turns her ass into an inbox!

Okay, maybe she’s losing a bit of her suavity for the day. She gets the forms regardless.

[Riddle me This] *A deep breath sucked through the theurge’s teeth. The kin had been raped. Green eyes shut a moment as rage flashes white hot for the space of several heartbeats. Its with a square jaw stretched tense that Owen opens his eyes and looks down at Amy, hands unfolding stiffly from the clipboard and dropping it beside her bed with a clatter. When long fingers rest on the strider kin’s bare and swollen collar, its with butterfly delicacy. His expression however, remains grim. Even as a healing tingle washes over the battered kinfolk in warm white glow of Gaia’s own love, theurge breathing deeply as he channels the Mother.*

[Mothers touch. 1gn. wp]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Amy] She winces at the touch, even though it’s barely there. Her eyes stay focused on the ceiling, barely breathing as she feels bones starting to knit and skin forming.

[Leon Davenport] He’s silent, just watching, leaning against a wall. He let Owen work his magic. His mind was and body was jsut a mess of fire and anger. But he wouldn’t leave until he knew she was gonig to be ok

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She comes back in, having signed the forms and shoved them off. She opens and shuts the door silently, watching from the distant spot in the room.

[Riddle me This] *Things couldn’t have worked out better if he had planned it. Internal damage heals. Bones knit and reform. The dry swelling of her violation dissipates entirely, leaving a kin slightly bruised, but whole in every other way. A few days and even the bruises would fade to faint yellow splotches across her skin that she could poke or bump without the reminder of her assault. Owen for his part, snatches his hands back from Amy like she’s on fire, taking a step back and nodding to Leon and Sarita in turn.*

Are we ready?

[Amy] “Thank you.” Her eyes barely flicker to Owen before looking back at the ceiling. “I need something to wear out.”

[Leon Davenport] He simply nodded. He hadn’t foundthe desire ot speak again, his mouth still tasting of copper, from when he bit his tongue too hard earlier. He wait for Amy to change into regular clothes before moving to take the jacket off the camera. Once Owen had nodded to them, his eyes has stopped looking at Amy.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Thanks, Owen.” She gives a faint but sincerely grateful smile to the Walker, then walks over to take Amy’s hand. “Hey.” She sets some of Amy’s clothes from the van on the bed. “Here you go.”

[Amy] Sitting up slowly and finding it more comfortable than she has in days, she starts to undo the various tubes and leads. Her IV is removed with a practiced ease of someone who has done it far too many times, and the edge of the bedsheet is held against the puncture for a few seconds until the blood clots. Then it’s time to stand, shrugging off the hospital gown without a single ounce of modesty so that she can get dressed.

[Riddle me This] *No longer directly needed, Owen seems to fade into the antiseptic blue of the room. He was by no means meek, nor without personality. Rather, he existed as a vague unsettling presence, not entirely there beyond the subtle pulse of rage. One foot in another world as he stares at the dull grey lino. A sharp nod to the kin and Sarita in response, theurge rumbling.*

Welcome to it.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded to Owen “Thank” He managed to say, after swallowing blood so it wouldn’t show too much that his tongue was bleeding. He look over at Sarita and Amy, his eyes not resting on Amy’s naked form as they might have in normal times. “Will you two be ok?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We will be.” She furrows her brow, looking at Leon. She’s a bit wary at this point, watching Leon with a slight frown. “You have to go?”

[Amy] She dresses quickly, pulling on whatever shoes Sar brought for her and watching Leon out of the corner of her eye.

[Leon Davenport] He shrugh “I don’thave to go. I thought maybe you two would like some time alone” He say “You probably have a lot to discuss together” He say while looking at Sarita “I can stay though. If you want it”He say, looking at both woman.

[Riddle me This] *The creature who’d healed the kin holds up a wall. Silent, eyes down. Waiting to see how it all plays out.*

[Amy] A young female detective, already wearing her very best ‘concerned for the victim’ look, appears in the doorway and stops short when hit by the wall of simmering rage.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at Amy for a long moment. There are a whole lot of conflicting emotions there, including some Amy has never seen in Sarita’s eyes directed at her like anguish and betrayal. They’re hiding behind the worry that she’s trying to show more of, but they are there.

She looks back to Leon. “Amy and I gotta talk, yes. But that can wait. Right now, I think she needs you, and you guys gotta talk too.”

[Amy] “I’m talking to Owen first.”

[Leon Davenport] He frowned slightly when Amy say she wanted to talk to Owen. He nodded “Fine”He turn and grabbed his jacket that was hanging over the camera. He looked at the officer “Sorry Ma’am, I think she need so private time with her spirit healer” He say, piercing blue eyes looking so intense, they might be looking into the soul of the young woman officer. And he doesn’t step sideways as he move out of the room, but right in fornt f the officer, ofrcing her to back off

[Riddle me This] *Blink. Clearly he was listening, as Owen’s head rises sharply, expression one of confusion. Green eyes flick to Leon as he leaves, then back to the kinswoman. Wait… what? The look he gives Sarita is almost comical. A combination of startled puzzlement and sudden desperation. As though the Ragabash and hid own tribesmate were about to leave him alone in a cubicle with a starving lioness.*

.. pardon?

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] If it’s odd to Sarita, she doesn’t show it. She just shrugs and nods, squeezing Amy’s shoulder gently before she moves to give Owen and Amy some space. As she does so, she comes up behind Leon to help him block out the officer.

[Amy] The woman backs off quickly, looking confused when she finds the bed of the badly hurt woman empty and a roomful of scary people. She stammers something that sounds like she’ll come back later, and skitters off.

Amy sits on the edge of the bed, waiting.

[Leon Davenport] He look back at Sarita “Can you close the door ofr them?”He say before moving further in the hallway then leaned against a wall, looking at the Ragabash for a moment, but if he wanted ot say something, he decide otherwise and looked away.

[Riddle me This] *Everyone leaves. Its Owen and Amy and the muted beep of machines looking for human signatures. Green eyes rest on the bruised kin, one eyebrow up, waiting for the shoe to drop. When the girl simply sits quietly, Owen unfolds from the wall and rumbles simply.*

You’re welcome.

[Amy] “I owe you. What do you want?” She runs her fingers in her hair, trying to brush it into something resembling tamed.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shuts the door with a short nod, taking a lean next to Leon.

“That girl needs you,” she says quietly. “I know you’ve got a lot of emotions pent up in this. I don’t blame you. Just…give it time, if you can, before you start piling on the blame. Please.”

She has a lot of emotions herself, as noted before. Anger. Frustration. Not a small amount of disgust. Fear. But right now, the deepest that she has is guilt, and for the moment, she’s letting it show. A rare thing for her.

[Leon Davenport] He look directly at Sarita “We both know it’s not true right? We both know who she needs really. I”m jsut a poor subsitute” He say in a low growl. “And you know, I feel like an idiot for believing otherwise. From the start, I”ve been a release for what John put her through.” He pause “From that night she went with me to the hotel because he rejected her, to those other moments…maye to get him to be jealous or I don’t know. I’m not saying hse doesn’t care. I”m saying..I could probably any guy who showed interest”

He tilt his head “Can you tell me I”m wrong?”

[Riddle me This] *Owen looks at the kin of pharoahs and harbingers, and his gaze is flat a moment. Then he makes a noise. A deep gravel in his chest. Unfamiliar. So much so it might take a moment to realize the dour shaman is chuckling. Shaking his head and binding long hair up off his shoulder in one long fingered hand.*

I’m not a spirit that requires Chiminage Amy.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks at him. “Actually, I can.” Her head tilts to the side. “You’re not just any guy who showed interest. Far as I know, she’s been over this with you, that she doesn’t want to be mated. She’s under my protection, and she wants to stay that way. But believe me, I’ve been worried that she may want to change that sometime down the line. Maybe soon.”

There’s sincerity in her voice when she speaks. “Are you John? No. And she’s not my mother. But it doesn’t mean I love her any less, just because I didn’t grow up with her. Just because you weren’t the guy who flipped her world upside down like she’s never known doesn’t mean…”

She shakes her head, looking down the hallway. “She needs you. Trust me.”

[Amy] She scowls. “And I’m not some fucking twit that expects you to fix my mistakes and not be indebted for it. If I were a trueborn, you would expect something in return. Don’t fucking treat me any different.”

[Riddle me This] *That dark eyebrow rises again, incredulous over green eyes that seem to search the kin in front of him. Looking for some sign as to what it is that sets her off. Easy to read, our Owen, as terrible a liar as they come, and his emotions are clear on his face. Mild annoyance at being snarked at again out of the blue by the hair trigger strider. Amusement despite himself at her relentless moxie, and vague worry about the trouble its sure to get her in. HAS gotten her in. He shakes his head.*

You aren’t a trueborn, Amy. But if you must be indebted to feel worthy of healing, then this is what you owe – make a genuine effort to cultivate respect and civility when dealing with those of us that are trueborn.

*That said, he crosses his arms, lips quirked wry.*

[Leon Davenport] He look at her “Maybe she needs me. Look, I’m not good at this ok. I never had any type of lasting relationship. So maybe I don’t convey my intetions clearly or what not. I’m not going around with the intention of claiming her, not without her consent. I would fight anyone who would put one on her, if she doesn’t want them to. I’m not saying I want to marry her.

But I want to spend time with her, get to know her and all that. I just can’t handle things well if she’s seeing someone else. She’s not mine. She’s hers. So Iexpect that she might eventually look elsewhere. I’m not even pretend I”ll handle it well. I just..won’t hurt her.”

He shook his head “Fuck I hate this. I can’t find the right words…I feell iek I”m jsut talking without being clea”He decided to be quiet finally.

[Amy] He may as well have hit her, from the look on her face. She nods once, stiffly, and moves for the door.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “If that’s what you want…then show her you deserve it.” She looks him over. “Let the John thing go. Believe me, it’s over.”

[Leon Davenport] He nodded to Sarita “Maybe it is.. Is it over for her, that’s the question.” He pass a hand in his hair “I..we’ll talk, her and I. Set everything straight. Want me to do that at the BroHo, so you’re nearby if something happen, or do you trust me enough that if she’s ok with it, I’ll bring her to my place?”

[Amy] She looks pissed all over again when she storms out of the hospital room, heading down the hall without bothering to see who may follow.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns and watches her walk off, looking to Leon before she moves to follow. “Hey.”

[Riddle me This] *Understand this kin, Owen did not. There were two in the world he understood. He understood his little sister Lucy would always be able to kick his ass at basketball. He understood his little sister Sam would cry and wail about her boyfriends over the phone but was just “venting” and never wanted Owen to actually come talk to them. Amy, did not make sense to him. An expression of bemused bewilderment on his face as he walks slowly from the hospital room. A glance to Sarita as he falls into step, voice low.*

She insisted on repaying a debt as a blooded relative would. It would appear she does not agree with the terms. But a deal struck, is a deal made.

She’ll be respectful of her fullblooded cousins, or her debt will be yours, Sarita.

*Owen’s voice is casual, but its laced with steel. Patient as he was, he was growing weary of the Strider’s histrionics.*

[Amy] “Hey. Shall we?”

The nursing staff is too busy gaping at the woman who was unconscious two hours ago and is now walking out of the ward to make any real attempt to stop her.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We’ll talk about it later.” It’s said as an aside as she walks after Amy. “Thanks.”

[Leon Davenport] He look at Sarita “I’ll join you in a moment” He say then looked at Owen with a grin “I think you asked her the hardest thing you could of her” He shook his head “And if she can’t repay it, I wil brother. I asked you to come. It was a favor to me”he say with a nod, looking at the staff who were staring at Amy “Fuck”He say softly “How the hell are we going to spin this one off?”

[Riddle me This] *A curt nod to Sarita, Owen falling back to give the pair space. He presses his lips together as undue attention is given to the miraculously healed in. So much for wheeling her out in a goddamn chair.*

A gremlin to the cameras and … some sort of heavy painkiller administered.

Do you have any contacts within the medical community?

[Amy] She stops, turning around slowly and looking at Leon for the first time all day. “It’s not yours to repay. If you do, you’ll never see me again.”

Little off the deep end there, maybe?

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She just shakes her head. “C’mon. Van outside.”

She’s pretty monosyllabic at this point. And in her head, she’s half-considering what the quickest route out of the city is.

[Riddle me This] *Owen bites his tongue and scrubs his beard. The girl had just suffered severe trauma. He would give her this incedent gratis, despite his wearing patience. Looking around, he heads back to the hospital room to dispose of her chart. There were more important things at stake than prideful kin.*

[Leon Davenport] He didn’t react to Amy’s words for now. They will tak later. He shook his head at Owen “No no contacts.”He frown “Dammit, this sucks”He’s half tempted to beat up a girl looking liek Amy and put her in her palce…but in fact…maybe Amy should be beat up again and put back in bed. He shook his head. Ok, that wasn’t fair. But they still had a problem to solve. Moving with Owen he ask softly “Any chance we can switch charts with another patient nad make it so people would have been mistaken between her and osmeone else?”

[Amy] She turns again, quiet as they make their way out and to the van. Getting in the front and closing her door, she looks out the side window.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[*Points out that Sarita said they were checked in under false names, so there’s no trail*]]

[Riddle me This] [no trail aside from people fitting their descriptions and on the hall cameras being at the heart of a miracle. *laughs*]

[Amy] (Most hospitals don’t have cameras, and since she was a crime victim from a poor area, she would have been taken to the bottom of the barrel facility anyway.)

[Riddle me This] (For the sake of expediency, we’ll assume this one doesn’t have them in the halls or something.)

[Leon Davenport] ((as long as we all agree that there’s no chance of the veil being lifte…i don’t want things to come back later to bite Leon in the ass :P))

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sits in the driver’s seat, not saying anything. She looks over at Amy and then stars at the steering wheel.


[Amy] She sighs. “What? Where do you want to start?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I want to go home and go to bed.” It’s said quietly, looking at the parking lot in front of them. There’s no real emotion left right now. No anger’s left. No accusation. She’s just tired.

[Riddle me This] Possibly.

*A nod from Owen, a man of action in a clinch, already stripping pertinent information from it and settling it at the side of the now empty bed.*

[Amy] She shrugs, still looking out the window.

[Leon Davenport] He waited for Owen to be done. He took his phone out and texted something then looked at Owen “Let’s have a talk outside if you don’t mind” He say ismply. His rage seem less intense now. After all, he wasn’t angy at his tribesmate. He was grateful for the man’s help. He walked quickly out of the hospital, their rage keeping the staff away but he certainly had no intetions of coming back to this place. Just in case. They managed to keep things..kinda under the lid, but he didn’t want to cahnce it.

He stepped out, talking with him, in the direction of the parking lot

[Amy] Her phone chirps from inside the bag of her limited personal things that she came in with. Digging it out, she checks the texts and sends one back.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Who was that?”

[Riddle me This] *Owen is all too glad to be free of the antiseptic shine of the hospital. He nearly beats Leon out the door, so relieved to be out of the place with all its domed mirrors and dull glass. He doesn’t even mind the bite of winter through his thin cotton A frame shirt. His pajamas hardly sufficient armor against a Chicago winter. But then, there’d seemed little time to change. Crunching footfalls bring him towards the rusted brown hunk of metal he calls a car, and with a glance around, “Steven” the spiritual guru fishes a blunt from his pocket and lights it. Leaning on the hood of his car in customary silence.*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Apologies for the super-DUPER-short posts by the way. It’s a purposeful stylistic choice for this scene. 🙂 ]]

[Leon Davenport] His phone beeped and he look at the message. He typed something back as he continued to walk with Owen

[Amy] Her phone chirps again, and she texts back.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks over when Amy doesn’t answer her, and just lays back in the driver’s seat. Her eyes half-lid as she checks her watch.

[Riddle me This] *A gruff noise of agreement. Owen’s own cellphone going off abruptly, playing – of all things – March Slav. He looks down at the text and his eyebrows bounce skyward, blunt pinched between his lips as he texts back, and makes to separate from Leon in a hurry, folding into his car.*

[Amy] The phone is tossed back into the bag. “Leon. He’s meeting us at the Broho. He wants to talk too. Everybody can bitch me out at once.”

[Leon Davenport] His phone beeped again and when he saw the answer…he snarled slightly, as he squeezed the phone, a cracking sound was heard and he frowned. He pressed the buttons and the screen lit up. He shook it slightly to make sure nothing as loose inside. He looked at Owen with some surprise “Hmm ok..see you later I guess” He say then look at his phone for a long time, before deciding to put it in his pockets and head for his car

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks over at Amy and then out the window again. “I’m not going to bitch you out. Not now.”

[Amy] “What are you waiting for?”

[Riddle me This] *Peanut fires up with a stuttering protest, and stubbing out his joint for the third time tonight, Owen is off to a posher part of town.
To deliver a Gnawer baby.

When it Rains it Pours*

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh.” She shakes her head. “Sorry…at the Broho, you said.” She shrugs a bit, starts up the engine and moves to drive off.

[Amy] “Oh. Alright.” She’s quiet on the way.

[Amy] (And blast off!)

The Brotherhood

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She pulls into the parking lot and walks up behind Amy, through the downstairs and straight up to the room. No talking to anyone, no smiles. She just guides them up.

[Leon Davenport] He drove the lexus to the BroHo, arriving maybe 10/15 minutes after the sisters. He had taken some time alone, in his car, to think, to breathe, to calm down. He still felt like ripping peopel apart. He might just do that tonight. Chain the doors of the fucking bar and let loose until there’s nothing left but blood, gore, bones and purifying fire. A part of him tells him not everyone involved will be there, and not everyone there was involve.d..but he so needed an output. Maybe he will be lucky and Banes will attack him or something

He stepped out of his car and walked inside. Without a look aound, he headed toward room 10. Knocking twice on thedoor.

[Amy] She opens the door for Leon, wandering to her bunk and leaving him to let himself in and close the door

[Leon Davenport] He entered the room and closed the door behind him. He didn’t move closer, but leaned against it, nodding to Sarita. He was calm enough to speak now and his tongue had stopped bleeding. His piercing blue eyes looked at Amy “What now?”He simply ask. No yelling, so hitting, no blaming, not right now anyway.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey.” She’s in the process of changing out of her clothes into something new. A couple more bloodspots can be seen that she was subtly covering with her duster as she peels the shirt off and tosses it aside, going for a new one. “You guys should talk. I can hang in the common room if need be.”

[Amy] “Sar…” She trails off though, not sure what else to say.

[Leon Davenport] He look at Sarita “I don’t want to kick you out of your own room Sarita. Beside i have a feeling that whatever issaid and done, you will know about it later. It’s up to you f you want a summary, or the live version”

He look at Amy “Unless you want us to talk privatly”

[Amy] She shrugs, lying back on the bed.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head as she goes for a towel. Yes, she changed so that she could grab a towel to go shower. That shows you how with it she is.

“No, it’s cool. You guys chat. I’m going to take a shower, see if my psychotic break happens.” She looks at Amy a long moment, then heads out of the room.

[Leon Davenport] He nodded “Al right, see you later Sarita” He say before turning his attention to Amy

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She makes sure the shower is esepcially long. She has no desire to bust in on that conversation, which as far as she’s concerned could go one of ninety different ways. She’s damn near killed the hot water by the time she comes out, wrapped in a towel and cleaner, but no more vibrant than she was before. She walks down the hallway into the room, shutting it behind her.

[Amy] She looks tired, lying on her side and staring off into nothing. “Hey”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey.” She kics the door shut and walks over to Amy’s bed. She doesn’t say anything, and only stops if Amy seems to object; she lays down on the bed behind her and curls up with her sister.

[Amy] She doesn’t object, just wrigging around a little to make enough room. “I remembered to take an ID.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I noticed. Thus the call to me.”

[Amy] “Things got a little out of hand.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “More than a little, I would say.”

[Amy] She shrugs a shoulder. “I guess. I needed to hit something.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Looked more like you needed something to hit you.” A pause. “Till there was no point in doing so.”

[Amy] She lets out a bitter laugh. “They stopped because it’s not okay to kill a chick. Jesus fuck. I’m not even the right thing to get beat to death.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Jessus, Amy.”

[Amy] “I just fall fucking short no matter what I try to do.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Completely untrue. You’ve gotten farther in what you’re trying to do than any kinfolk I’ve ever heard of. You’ve had a lot of success there.”

[Amy] “Yeah. Pretty good, for a kin.” She wriggles away and sits up. “He wants to be with me, but he can’t because it fucks up somebody else’s chances to knock me up. It doesn’t matter what I’ve done, or how much I’ve proven myself, or that the only fucking way I’m going to pop out kids is if somebody ties me the fuck down for nine months and forces it. All that matters is that because I’m kin, other people have say over who I can and can’t be with. Other people have power to hurt someone I care about if I don’t stay away.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No. Fucking amazing for a kin. Pretty good for a Garou.” She hasn’t moved, despite Amy sitting up. “I’m sorry I can’t make it right. But this is what we’re all about. If you were Garou, it would be no different, because it would be charaching then. And that’s as bad or worse.”

She’s quiet a moment. “It’s not because you’re kin. It’s because he’s Metis.”

[Amy] “Nobody else sees it that way, Sar. Especially here. Owen told me I could pay him back by stopping trying to act like a trueborn and be respectful to those that really were. He doesn’t give a shit what I’ve done, all he sees is a mouthy kinfolk. He came and healed me because my boyfriend asked him to.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Have you told him what you’ve done? Have you told anyone how far you got back at your home sept?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Or are you just expecting that they know?”

[Amy] “I can tell them all I want, Sar. Until I prove it, it’s just bullshit.”

[Amy] She lies back down next to Sar. “I don’t think I’m going to talk to Lukas. You should pack up.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “What do you mean, ‘I’ should?”

[Amy] “Exactly that. It’s the big league, that pack. You need to go for it. Without me on you like an anchor. I’ll still help as much as they let me, but I don’t think it’s going to do anybody any good trying to pretend like I belong there.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She shakes her head and just closes her eyes, not saying anything.

[Amy] “It’s huge, Sar. You have to go for it.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I don’t care.”

[Amy] “What the fuck do you mean, you don’t care?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Let’s go.”

[Amy] “Go where?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I don’t give a shit. Detroit. Miami. Honolulu. Cabo Fucking San Lucas. Who gives a shit? Out of here.”

[Amy] “No. Fuck you. You got offered a spot in fucking Lucas’ fucking pack. You don’t just walk the fuck away from that.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You are.”

[Amy] “I can’t pack up. I’m just kin.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And we agreed a long time ago that we’re a package deal. So if it’s not happening, we might as well have a few mai tais and watch a sunset.”

[Amy] “We can fucking agree that we see unicorns, Sar. That doesn’t mean anybody else is going to buy it.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just…lay down, please? I don’t want to fight.”

[Amy] A few seconds pass before she lies back against her. “I don’t want to fuck this up for you. A pack like this doesn’t come around more than once.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “The only way it’s fucked up is if you’re not with me.”

[Amy] “It’s not like I’m fucking leaving.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s not really the point.”

[Amy] “Then what is the fucking point?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “The point is that we’re a team. You and me….package deal. And we can’t give up on that.”

[Amy] “Even if it costs you the pack?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Maybe they won’t have you run into every battle. Maybe you gotta stay back when the Nexus Crawler comes out.” She shrugs. “Maybe…I don’t know. I do know that I’m not going to let you not at least talk to him.”

[Amy] “Jesus, you’re a nag.” Her tone is teasing “Okay. I’ll talk to him.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Good.” She takes a breath, letting her eyes half-close. “How are you feeling?”

[Amy] “Sore, but alright.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She doesn’t say anything, just puts an arm around Amy and sighs a bit.

[Amy] “How pissed off were you?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives a bland shrug. “I was more worried at first.” She pauses. “I did my best to cover the…whole HIM situation with Leon.”

[Amy] “He knows now. That I don’t feel the same about him.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And?”

[Amy] “And that he’s the one I’m with.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And how is he with all that?”

[Amy] “He’s going to be a problem at some point. No matter what he says, I’m just a kin that needs to be kept in line to him.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it.”

[Amy] “We probably will. But by then, maybe the pack thing will be set.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “It should be, hopefully.” A pause. “I killed a coke dealer out in Cabrini today.”

[Amy] “Yeah?” If she knows where it’s leading, she’s not letting on.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah. Leon happened to drop a tidbit to me about you in a bathroom.” Her eyes shut the rest of the way. She doesn’t move. She stops breathing for a moment.

[Amy] There’s a long, long pause. “Oh.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I just…” She shakes her hand and squeezes her arm around Amy. “I don’t understand. I don’t know if I want to.”

[Amy] “So you fucking killed somebody?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Like I’ve never shot a drug dealer hanging out around a school in the face before.”

[Amy] She sighs. “I got it from some random person at the club.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Can I ask why?”

[Amy] “I don’t know. “Courage. ,maybe.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Can I ask you to please never do it again?” Her voice comes in soft and quiet. She sounds more like a 16-year-old girl than a thirty-year-old Ragabash with a passion for snark. “I don’t wanna make you feel bad about it. I just…I see someone who’s using and all I can think of is…why I hate it so much.”

[Amy] She sighs and wriggles to turn around, arm wrapped around Sarita. “Okay. It was just a little bit, and it’s not like I do it all the time. Hardly ever, really.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She leans in and hugs Amy, as carefully as she can while still clinging for life. “Any other day you know I’d be reading you about seven different riot acts, right?”

[Amy] “Just seven?” She holds onto her tightly, quiet for several seconds. “We’re not just fucking around anymore, are we? Shit is starting to get serious.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She finally puts forth a smile, for the first time since right after Owen healed Amy. “As a heart attack while defusing a nuclear bomb in church, chickadeee.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Which, by the way, is not an activity I recommend.”

[Amy] She laughs a little. “Yeah, I can imagine the fuck not.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs. “We’re staying in tonight.” As if that wasn’t obvious. “Fuck everyone else out there. Anyone short of Kyle–or maybe Gina–comes up and knocks, the door is not opening.”

[Amy] “Yeah. Fuck them, right? Nobody should have any reason to even want to stop in.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Not that I know of.” She smiles again. “You know we’ll have to have another serious talk later, right?”

[Amy] “About?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Everything.” She shrugs. “What happened, where your head’s at after a little time’s set in. I mean, I wouldn’t be a good sister if I just let it drop. You’d do the same if it were me.”

[Amy] She’s quiet for a minute, then sighs. “Fuck me. Yeah, I would.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m just givin’ you fair warning, so you can’t say you were blindsided.” She grins. “My sweet little ass is hereby covered.”

[Amy] “So it’s going to be one of THOSE talks.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, maybe. I can’t give away the ending now, can I? Spoilers suck.”

[Amy] “Maybe after we’re all packed up, I can talk to Katherine….”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs. “I dunno.” She’s quiet for a moment, watching her. “At the least, give me a lot of warning before you do? We’re really gonna have to feel that out. I don’t know that it’ll fly, and if it doesn’t, we’ll all be fucked.”

[Amy] “Well, yeah. It

[Amy] It’s not like I’m going to march in first thing and be all hey, I’m pretty fucking twisted for you kin. You mind if I fuck the metis?”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She smirks. Her sense of humor is coming back in segments. “If we ever have to run and decide we want to run forever and EVER? You’re using that line.”

[Amy] She laughs. “Yeah, okay. Sacrifice my ass. I get it.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Naah, we’ll make sure the charges are set first so we can blow the joint.”

[Amy] “Don’t tease me.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles a little. “We joke about detonating our prospective pack. We’re not normal, you know that?”

[Amy] “And thank fucking god for that. Boring as shit.”

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Truer words were never spoken.”

One Down

February 10, 2011
10:15 AM

Room 10 in the Brotherhood was silent, save for the exhalation and intake of breath from a woman trying to sleep. Despite several hours of rest the night before, the woman lying on her bed was trying to get some more. Something had gone on in this room not more than an hour or two beforehand, and while she didn’t know what exactly had been entailed, it wasn’t good. Maybe sleep could help her get some perspective on the events of the morning and the night that had preceded it.

Don’t stop, make it pop, DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I’ma fight ’til we see the sun—

The song promptly cut off as the woman flipped her phone open. She had considered throwing it across the room, but they’ve already been through a couple phones each since they’ve arrived. Best to just answer it and make the bad voice go away so I can sleep, she thought. The phone is shuffled around, and she puts it to her ear.

“Sarita speaking. This better be fucking good, or I’m gonna rip your—”

Silence. And then, a sigh. “What room? No, no, I know the place. This isn’t her first time checking in there.”

One more pause. “How bad? …Fuck. I’ll be there.”

The phone flips shut, and she’s out of bed. This didn’t sound like the usual antics. Sarita wasn’t sure why, but the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up as she walked out the door a couple minutes later, shutting it behind her and heading to the day.

February 10, 2011
12:46 PM

The world is my punchin’ bag and
If I’m garbage, you’re a bunch of maggots
Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me
Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it

The ’61 VW Bus sounded angry as it made its way through the streets of the Cabrini-Green housing development. There have been people in the past, in other cities, who have said that Sarita is entirely too attached to her van and her gun, to the point of anthropomorphizing them. Those people would have all the evidence they need now, listening to the dangerous revving of the engine as she speeds through the streets and looking at the way she’s brushing her thumb along the metallic side of the .44 Colt Anaconda in her lap. She steers the bus (affectionately called the Bitchmobile) down the street, keeping an eye out on the sidewalk. The woman is on the hunt, and even though she’s not out on the street, racing through back alleys on four legs and following a scent, there’s no doubt that she’s looking for blood.


Ricky Prince had the closest thing most people in the slums can have to a “good life.” While most people living in “Little Hell,” as it was known before it became a housing development—the name still applied, of course—were destitute and a slave to the system that kept them in place, Ricky had cash in his pocket, along with the rock he was slinging. Once upon a time, he’d sworn that he would only deal his shit to people he didn’t know; people who could already afford it. He wasn’t going to be making any crackwhores like his sister turned into, he had vowed. Not him.

That was five years ago. His sister now bought from him on a regular basis, and Ricky had become one of the more popular coke dealers on his particular street corner. In the scheme of things that didn’t amount to much, even in a place like the Green, but to Ricky it meant he had some freedom and people looked up to him. They respected him, and they even feared him. Ricky had to admit to himself that he liked living on that fear.

So when he saw a woman walking down the street toward him as he hung out in front of the school waiting for class to get out, he was amazed to find no fear in her eyes. As a matter of fact, the fear he felt was coming from him. This Hispanic bitch, he’d seen her before. They’d had a brief encounter—him and one of his bros, her and her puta sister. Since then, they’d seen each other a few times. He’d never seen her like this. There wasn’t a trace of humor in her face as she stalked toward him…only pure hate. Ricky swallowed hard and started to back up, holding a hand out.

“Now, hold up chica…dunno what the hell your problem is, but I don’t have time fo–urghk!”

The young Puerto Rican man was cut off as Sarita moved with nearly impossible speed, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him up against the wall of the alley he’d been backing into. Ricky felt his oxygen supply being cut off and scrambled, trying to get leverage to slip free from the grasp, or throw a punch. He couldn’t do it…an inhuman force of anger held him there. His eyes widened as he saw her pull out that enormous fucking hand cannon she called a gun and cocked the hammer back. His bladder voided itself and trickled down his leg as the barrel was placed against the bottom of his chin. The woman’s face was a mask of cold anger as it considered him.

“Who sold to her?”

Ricky blinked. He knew exactly what she was talking about, of course. Everyone heard rumors of the crazy bitch and what she did to one of the meth dealers when she first arrived. But he had to play dumb. Why? He wanted to get out alive, and there was something in her eyes that said if she knew, his odds of doing so would drop dramatically.

“S-sold who to what? I m-mean, what to who? I ain’t seen…” He stopped himself before he’s able to give away the fact that he knows by saying your sister, but the bitch was sharper than he hoped, and she caught on. Brown eyes, dangerously dark at the moment, narrowed. She took the barrel of the gun and placed it against a very different head.

“Don’t think I won’t,” she said simply. “Who?” There was a look in her eyes that said, very clearly, that she was not bluffing.

Ricky panicked and fell into a blubbering mess. He threw out a name. For all Sarita knew, it might be the right name, or it might not be. He just prayed, as he begged her not to kill him, that she believed it was.

The woman listened to him, considered, and then nodded. “Fine.” She let go of his throat and then stepped back. Ricky leaned against the wall, rubbing at his throat. He breathed a sigh of relief, thanking God that he was alive. Later, he could tell his posse about this and they could lay a beatdown on the uppity bitch. So occupied was he by the thought, he didn’t notice until the last second that his gun he kept tucked in his waistband had been removed, and the barrel of that very gun was pointed right at his head.


When school got out, one of the children who was stupid enough to brave the alley as a shortcut on the way home would find the body, with a bullet right through one temple and his grey matter painting the wall of the alley. Around him, spread over the ground, were all of his drugs. It had been largely eclipsed by the pool of blood around him.

And off in the distance, a Volkswagon Bus made its way back to the hospital. The gun had been tossed into the river. It had many like partners, she was sure, at the bottom of its depths.

“One down,” she said as she made a right, turning onto Michigan. She had someone to be with.

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