[Carter Roth] “Nothing, she’s done nothing but be kind and try to bring me into the fold.” He admits at least that she has been good to him. “But she saw, and that means word will spread, and eventually, someone who see’s people like us as more property then people, will come for me.” He pauses. “And then it will get ugly.”
He looks at Quinn then and shakes his head. “No, I was just leaving.” He said with an absent scritch behind the big dogs ear. “I will talk to you later Amy, maybe when I don’t feel like shit.” And he starts to walk away once more.
[Amunet Trujillo] She looks over to the girl, blinking away her crowded thoughts long enough to focus with a slight shake of her head. “Huh? Oh. No, he’s totally fine. I like big dogs”
Isn’t that an understatement of sorts. She focuses her attention on the pup for a moment, squishing it’s face in her hands, rubbing just ahead of it’s ears with her thumbs and just behind them with her fingers. “‘Cos he’s the good puppy isn’t he? Yes he’s the good puppy.” Laughing, she continues to love the dog while glancing up at the girl with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry. I got dropped on my head or something. I forgot your name?” The girl had hers. They’ve obviously met at some point.
“Carter.” It’s quiet, just loud enough to reach him. “So tell her to keep her fucking mouth shut. Just phrase it better. Either things will be as fucked as you expect them to be, or she’ll surprise you.”
[Quinn] Quinn with Amy, and well, with nearly anyone staying at The Brotherhood, has been like two ships passing in the night, almost literally. The Fianna woman owns a tavern in Lake View, and as such her schedule is off-set from the norm, making her more nocturnal. It’s only on rare Mondays that she really gets to go out and feel like she has a life of sorts.
So it doesn’t surprise Quinn that the Strider doesn’t remember her name. Her own memory is like a steel trap, more blessing than curse. She remembers things, details, most would let slip by the wayside. For instance, though she and Carter haven’t been properly introduced, she’ll remember his name if she sees him again. Given that they’re kin, it’s very likely she’ll see him again, maybe sooner rather than later.
Amy continues to love on the pup, who is completely beside himself with it. He’s only two months, and already he’s the size of a lap dog, and still has so much more to go. Quinn watches Carter leave, making note of his name, noting despite herself other things, and looks back over to Amy.
“Quinn,” she answers, brows lifted in surprise at Amy’s words directed the other way. “Another kin?” she asks, tipping her chin toward Carter’s back.
[Amunet Trujillo] “Quinn. Sorry.” She gives an apologetic smile, nodding. “Yeah, Carter.”
Quinn… Quinn… Why does that want to connect with something in her head? Her eyes widen a second later. Oh. That girl.
And then as if by perfect comedic timing, her brain decides to come back fully and her eyes widen even more. OH…. THAT girl.
She looks guilty, as if she’s in on a secret that she shouldn’t even know exists, let alone be privy to.
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Amunet Trujillo] (And the streak remains sullied by only Joey!)
[Quinn] “Don’t worry about it,” she says, understanding, shaking her head. She’s dressed for the cooler weather in jeans, boots, and a leather jacket, a blue and white knit hat over her long dark hair.
She sees the look that crosses Amy’s face, and frowns. Is that guilt? “What’s wrong?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Nothing.” She smiles, very brightly, petting the dog while moving somewhere that she is absolutely sure she will not be upwind of Quinn. “Cute dog.”
[Quinn] [intuition: what are my guts telling me today]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 8, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Amunet Trujillo] [Girl makes her living lying]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Quinn] Nothing, Amy says. Bullshit, Quinn’s brain says. Quite adamantly. But she doesn’t know Amy’s connection to Hunter, or Hunter’s pack. Usually when she sees the Ahroun he wants to talk about other things, or at least try to negotiate for more than she’s willing to give.
There is most definitely something there, something Amy is wanting to hide from Quinn, but without more information, and considering she so obviously doesn’t want to bring it up, Quinn doesn’t know where to start questioning. Besides, though she’s curious, and it shows because unlike Amy, Quinn can’t lie to save her life, it would be rude to continue pressing.
“Thanks,” she says, and when she looks down to see what the pup is attempting to do to Amy’s shins, she yanks back on the lead. “Hudson, no. He’s such a handful sometimes,” she says with a laugh.
[Amunet Trujillo] She laughs too, the sound only slightly nervous now. “No, he’s fine. Totally fine.”
The newspaper in her hand taps against her thigh. “So….. You know Hunter, hey?”
Smooth, Ames. Really. You should write fucking books about how to not look like a complete fucking moron.
[Quinn] “Yeah,” she says, “but if I don’t train that out of him now, there’s no way I’ll be able to stop him when he’s big enough to ride.” A newspaper taps against a thigh, and Quinn crouches, forces Hudson’s hindquarters to the cold pavement as she yanks upward on the lead. Hudson gives her soulful eyes. It gives her something focus on before she answers that supposedly simple question.
Looking up at Amy, she says, “I guess so, yeah.”
[Amunet Trujillo] Sleeping squished between two lupus Garou on a hard wooden floor in a freezing cold house? Surprisingly even less restful than one might think.
This is what she blames for the staring slack jawed at Quinn, her first statement somehow connecting in Amy’s brain with her second question. The blink is so hard that it’s nearly audible.
[Quinn] Biting her lip, Quinn rises, patting Hudson absently (good boy) on the way. She’s tall, slender, leggy. Hudson will be the same when he’s grown, a tall dog for a tall woman.
“Are you feeling alright?” Sleeping on a hard floor in any event would leave a person tired and worn, and it shows a little on Amy’s face.
[Amunet Trujillo] “Me? Oh, yeah. Totally. Long night. Gotta find an apartment…” She’s babbling, nodding like a bobblehead and waving the newspaper a little.
“So. He’s pretty great, huh? I mean. He’s pretty great….”
[Quinn] “Yeah,” she says, smiling warmly. “He’s pretty nice. A bit thick-headed sometimes, but I guess that’s a full moon for you.” Obviously, she’s assuming the conversation is switching back to the topic of Hunter Matthews. “How do you know him, if you don’t mind me asking.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She doesn’t even try to hide the look of panic at that. “We. You know. Hang out.”
[Eli Booker] The sun is shinning today, and while the temperature hasn’t climbed into temperatures that scream spring just yet …it’s a lot more tolerable than below freezing. It’s nearing lunch time for the majority of Chicago’s working class and Eli, counted among them when the mood strikes him, is strolling down one of the many paths cutting through Grant Park.
His attire suits the climate – dark hooded sweatshirt, navy blue Dicikies with a wallet chain resting against his hip. His leather boots are steel toed construction boots and are scuffed and dull from wear. In one hand he’s got a bag clenched. The front of it bears the logo of one fast food joint or another. In his other hand is a large (super extra large) drink.
Dark sunglasses cover dark eyes that scan for a bench that appeals to him.
[Quinn] [what does that mean! empathee]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Amunet Trujillo] She bites her bottom lip, trying to decide how much longer she can babble like an idiot without sacrificing her personal safety.
“Just. You know. I was doing some stuff there and he knows and we did that big fight the other day with Stefan and Joey and…..”
[Eli Booker] Eli is, for the sake of game play, not quite 20 feet from the two women and the over sized dog when he finds a bench to his liking. There were not tell tale signs between kin. No secret handshakes or cliché winks to alert one another that they were in the same club. So, when his eyes wander over the both of them they don’t stray to long on one or the other, instead they move toward the dog as he digs out a very large cheeseburger and sits the bag of remaining food next to his right thigh. The soda rests between his legs. Dark eyes shift from joggers or mothers with strollers to the dog and back again while he eats.
[Quinn] “Oh?” she asks, watching Amy, listening with interest as Hudson rises from his seat and trots toward a bush, sniffing and snorting at the muddy, slushy snow hidden in the shadows. Apparently Amy hangs out with Hunter, this information is accepted without concern, nor is the knowledge that there was some sort of fight. This is Chicago, danger lurks around every corner it seems. “What sort of stuff?” she asks, curious about what other kin are doing in the city, and if it aids the Garou or not. Tugging absently on Hudson’s lead, she tips her chin toward one of the trails, indicating that they should walk. The dog needs it, and maybe motion will help Amy’s tiredness a bit.
Hudson reluctantly leaves the bush behind and trots beside his mistress. At only two months old, he comes nearly to her knees, but he still moves with with gawky awkwardness of a puppy. So when a scent catches his attention, his whole head and shoulders swivels in that direction. Food. Fooooooood. He can smell whatever is wafting from Eli’s lunch bag, and he wants it, whatever it is. So he shoots forward, and is most distressed to find his progress cut short by the length of the leash.
[Amunet Trujillo] He’s going to MURDER her. Horribly. And she’s deserve it. “Just stuff, Quinn. Serious. We ran into Lukas at the club last night. Nothing big.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Unlike her sister, someone got some rest last night. Well, if you can call “sleeping it off” rest. But she’s back into her regular clothes..the leather duster over a pair of snugly-fitting jeans and a shirt. Today, it’s cold enough that the shirt is a heavy, long-sleeved number. She’s walking along through the part, humming to herself and smoking. She takes a drag off her cigarette and…
Waitagodamnminute…she squints as she looks ahead. When she sees that it is who it is, Quinn and Amy, she smiles a little. Her pace picks up and footsteps make her way in their direction. “Hola, señoras. ¿Qué pasa?”
[Quinn] “You guys went to a club last night?” she asks as they amble along. “I’m sorry I missed it.” And she means it. Last night was her night off, and she spent it at home like a spinster, playing with her puppy and cleaning out upstairs rooms at The Winchester. Then again, if she’d gone out, her spinsterhood probably would’ve been obvious. She’s not young, not by the Nation’s standards, where the life expectancy of their Garou doesn’t have them leaving their teens.
Groaning, she forcibly yanks Hudson back toward her. “Sorry,” she calls to the mohawked man with the tattoos. He’s a stranger, looks rough and tumble, yet Quinn is unconcerned with his gruff appearance. She works in a bar, has served Ahrouns, has fought for the Nation since she was still in junior high. Bikers don’t scare her.
And she stops, ordering Hudson to sit, which he does, leaning heavily against her leg. Looking at Amy she says, “Look, if it’s something to do with, you know, you don’t have to protect me. I’m not a some delicate hot house flower.” She’s smiling assurances when Sarita finds them, so that smile gets directed toward the Garou. “Hey lady, how goes?” Hudson looks up at the Ragabash with wide eyes, scrambles to his feet, and scurries behind Quinn’s legs. It’s his first Garou. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.
[Amunet Trujillo] OhthankGOD. She smiles to Sarita, looking decidedly less like she’s about to freak out. “Heeeeey. Hi!”
[Eli Booker] The burger is huge. It’s very probably two thick patties and four slices of cheese topped with every condiment one could imagine. On more than one occasion his tongue snakes out to catch a smudge of mayo or ketchup that gets left on his lips. It takes very little time for the mohawked man to make quick work of said sandwich. He’s done, poking his tongue at the back of the mouth and watching the dog.
“Cute dog.” He says with a nod. The bag sits on his right side but he reaches for it with his left. “What’s he eat?” He asks, because it was a very well known fact that some dog owners fed their pets nothing but the best organic / healthy dog food that they could afford – and nothing else. Eli couldn’t judge if Quinn was one of those pet owners or not.
She does not pass him by in quick strides or avoid eye contact with him out of fear that me might speak to her. Other than the hardened exterior Eli wore a very personable expression. His eyes are hidden by sunglasses but his face bears faint lines from laughing and his brow is slightly creased with too much worry.
With Sarita’s approach, he returns his eyes back to the joggers and mothers with strollers, his fingers coming free with a handful of greasy fries.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Quinn…how YOU doin’?” It’s a question a la the great Joey Tribiani from Friends, said with a little smirk as she approaches. When Hudson does the “hide between the legs” trick, Sarita gives a sympathetic smile and holds where she is. She gives a shrug to the question. “I’m a’ight. Other than the fact that I ~got ditched~ last night at a nightclub.”
A mocking sour look is given to Amy, complete with narrowing of the eyes. She can’t hold it too long though, just smiling at her sister after too long. “Good night?’
Eli is also noticed. She can’t help but notice the guy on the park bench with the strong Fenrir genes, after all. She gives him an appraising look and grins, giving him an upward nod as well. “S’up?”
[Amunet Trujillo] Her eyes get even bigger, switching between Sarita and Quinn.
[Quinn] Quinn most certainly isn’t the hippie sort of pet owner. She grins at Eli, looks down at the massive pup pressing up against her calves. “Uh, you’d think industrial strength fertilizer, but he just gets Purina.”
She looks back to see the mocking sour look, and she smiles at Amy. “Ditched, huh? Sister before misters, Amy, I thought everyone knew that.” The look she gives her is a knowing one, one that says Oh so THAT’S why you’re so tired today. “I hope he was worth it, at least.”
[Amunet Trujillo] All she can do now is keep her mouth shut and hope that it doesn’t get any worse. Her hand runs in her hair, and she leans into Sarita a little.
“Yeah. Well… You know.”
[Eli Booker] Eli’s breeding is not as strong as it could be. Even still, it’s apparent to Garou. His face bears the features of some long dead Hero from generations already passed. And, even if he doesn’t realize it, it’s likely the root cause for the swagger in his step and the confident arrogance he all too often bears.
The soda is drawn to his lips and then left to rest on the ground between his booted feet. He leans back on the bench, his posture relaxed and unconcerned for the moment.
To Sarita he nods, overs the faintest of grins and appreciative look,”Hey.” It’s less formal than hello.
“You feed him scraps?” By now Eli is digging in the front pocket of his hooded sweatshirt for his cigarettes. A Marlboro is slipped between his lips and lit. The wind thankfully keeps the sharp smell of carcinogenic smoke from lingering too long around them.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She slips an arm around her sister’s shoulders, supporting the tired kinfolk without complaint.
“Naah, it wasn’t like that. Crazy little chica here was hopin’ she could follow her new buddies into some kinda of fight. And I keep remindin’ ‘er, all she needs to do is wait ’till I get drunk enough and then we can find a good fight against some douchebag clubber or another.” A little sigh. “Guess the random clubbers don’t do it for her anymore.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Fucking Lukas…. Wasn’t going to have any fun with him there.”
[Quinn] “Did you find some, then?” she asks, with a mind toward Amy’s tiredness. “Nah,” she says to the man on the bench, the faintest touch of irritation bleeding into her tone that she tries to rein in. He’s a stranger looking for idle conversation, and he’s finding it with a woman otherwise engaged, at least for the moment.
The exchange of greetings between Garou and unknown-kin is noticed. “Do you know him?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “We talked. That’s it.” She scowls at Quinn for a second, then leans into Sarita again.
[Eli Booker] Eli nods, stands and grabs the nearly empty bag of food at his side. The soda is scooped up as he’s straightening and without anything further to the group of strangers he starts down the path opposite of them.
Lunch was, after all, only thirty minutes.
[Eli Booker] (Thanks for the scene!)
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Awww.” She grins and squeezes her arm around Amunet’s shoulder. “Yeah well, you should have stayed. Homie was at least a sheet and a half to the wind. Everything woulda been fine.”
In response to Quinn’s question, she shakes her head. “Nope. Think Kora might, though.” And just like that, her attention turns to Eli. “M’I right, or m’I right?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Delete the part about talking directly to Eli.]]
[Quinn] [D: WHY YOU SCOWLING?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Quinn] [NO SERIOUSLY C’MON]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 7)
[Amunet Trujillo] “Maybe. Or Homie might be a good fucking actor, and I’d be completely fucked right now”
[Amunet Trujillo] [No empathies for you!]
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Trust me, he was gone.” She raises an eyebrow at the scowl she gives. “You’re grumpy when you haven’t slept.”
[[Don’t feel bad. You’ve actually done well on an Emp roll against Amy. That makes you…well, the second but the first player still!]]
[Amunet Trujillo] “You try fucking sleeping between two fuzzy fucks on the floor”
[Quinn] The scowl is answered with a wide-eyed look of surprise, and one hand lifted palm out as if to ward off a blow. Or bad mojo. She studies Amy’s face, perhaps a little more intently than she means to but the girl just scowled at her. Maybe it’s the tired? Maybe she’s touching too close to something?
Sarita says Kora might know the smoker (Marlboro’s, a man after her own heart), and she gives him another look over. Not Garou, so he must be kin. This factoid will be stored away for later, as the man gets up and leaves before she can invite him over to join their little party.
Turning back toward the sisters, she seems wary toward Amy now, unsure what might earn her another look like that. The mention of sleeping between two furry fucks on a floor gets a raised brow, but nothing more.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Okay, that gets about the same reaction from Sarita as it did from Quinn. She arches a brow and then shakes her head, taking a drag off her cigarette.
My fucking god, this is a goddam disaster waiting to happen. How long till the kid who delivers papers down the Mile knows?
She just chuckles a little and lets it go, looking to Quinn.
“So, on that uncomfortable note…how’ve you been? Ain’t seen you a lot lately.”
[Amunet Trujillo] Sure, she’s prayed for death before…. but that was always for selfish reasons. Now, clearly, her ceasing to exist in her current state would only benefit the world as a whole.
Hands in her pockets and shoulders hunched, she errs on the side of just shutting the fuck up before she makes everything much worse.
Should have just said she fucked him…
[Quinn] There’s no way of them knowing how Quinn would react to the news that Hunter fucked another kinswoman. Firstly, it doesn’t get brought up. Secondly, so far as Quinn knows, and she doesn’t know anything when it comes to whatever keeps passing into Amy’s face, making her scowl at her, all anyone could possibly know is that Hunter likes her. But if there are rumors about her apparent slutitude going around again, she’s going to find a new use for her shotgun.
Her eyes on Amy, her head turns toward Sarita. Whatever the kid who delivers papers down the Mile knows, he hasn’t told Quinn yet.
“Alright. I finally got The Winchester cleaned up enough to live in, hence the puppy,” she says, looking down again, twisting about to look at the pup, who looks back up at her with those soulful eyes of his. “It’s a whole lot of empty, isn’t it, boy?” It doesn’t take much of a bend of her body to lean over and scratch his ear. Hudson lifts his head and licks her fingers once before continuing to give her that look.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Right on.” She smiles and nods to that. “I gotta stop by there one of these days, for more than just a couple of minutes. Inflict my patronage onto your and your establishment.”
It’s said in that good-natured, humored way that she has. Not that Sarita showing up would be some sort of affliction…though you can never completely discount it.
[Amunet Trujillo] “Yeah, we should stop by.” She nods. What the hell. “I can bring Hunter. You guys can talk.”
[Quinn] “We’d love to have you,” she says, straightening. “Family owned and operated, so we welcome the Nation especially. And if you’re in the area and need a place to crash, just, um. Hm.” She looks thoughtful a moment, brow furrowed as she lifts a hand to tap a finger against the corner of her mouth. “Oh, duh. Let me give you my number.” Wrapping Hudson’s lead around her wrist, she digs around in her bag until she finds a scrap of paper (an old receipt (&+9835; four sweater vests &+9834;)) and a pen.
“Here you go. But don’t go spreading it around,” she warns. “We’re open to help, but, uh, yeah I’d sort of like to be familiar with who’s coming around, you know?”
A confused frown to Amy. “Hunter comes around enough, I think.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She gives the confused frown right back. “What? You don’t like having him around?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Oh Jesus Fuck.
She just takes the number when it’s offered. “We’re cool. We’re actually looking into getting our own place. But thanks…the offer’s noted.”
Amy gets a look that may not seem like it from outsiders, but is clearly Daughter-Of-Estebanese for ‘Quit digging the hole.’
[Quinn] “I don’t mind,” she says, thoughtful. “We’re friends,” she finishes with a shrug, wary of saying more. They’re neither his tribe nor hers, but Quinn is still careful. It’s true, she and Hunter are friends, that’s what she got him to agree to be. “He comes around enough without needing more of a reason to.”
[Amunet Trujillo] The scowl returns, but at least she shuts up.
[Quinn] Another scowl? Quinn flinches slightly, then the expression clears somewhat. “Do…do you like him or something?” she asks, cautiously testing the waters.
[Amunet Trujillo] What’s it going to be, Ames? Save your ass, or campaign for your friend?
“We’re friends. We hang out, but he’s waiting for somebody else to give him a chance.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She rolls her eyes and slips her arm away from Amy. She’s already tired of this conversation. She was tired of this conversation and ones just like it a week ago. She takes the excuse of being done with her cigarette to gain some distance on the conversation, flicking a the stub into the garbage can before she lights up another.
[Quinn] Somebody else. It doesn’t take much of a stretch of the imagination to figure out who that somebody else is, unless Hunter finally has gone off and found himself another girl to lose himself to. Quinn’s gaze drops, lifts to follow Sarita, then goes back to Amy.
And she sighs. “Did he happen to tell you that Somebody Else is a widow? And probably won’t ever be able to give him a chance?”
[Amunet Trujillo] She nods. “Yeah. And now, sure. He said shit was pretty new, but… Never say never, you know? Those guys…. It’s hard as fuck to find good guys like that. Just seems kind of stupid to make blanket no statements.”
[Quinn] Quinn watches Amy, her expression serious, blue eyes dark with some hard to forget emotion.
“Have you ever lost someone, Amy?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t think that any of us haven’t ever lost anyone. After a while? It’s just an excuse.”
She runs her fingers in her hair. “I’m not saying to to fucking Vegas. But let him hang around if he wants. Stop worrying about why you shouldn’t, and just get to know him. Give him a chance. If it doesn’t work then it doesn’t work, but at least then it’s not for lack of trying.”
Amy. Mistress of the lost cause.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She takes a drag off her cigarette, watching the two. There’s a frown on her face as she looks between them again, once again relegated to the outside looking in on the situation around her sister.
[Quinn] Quinn looks at her, and it’s sympathetic more than anything. It’s just an experienced veteran looking at the young, new blood. They’re probably close to the same age, but right now, right here, Quinn seems older. Weathered. Worn.
When she speaks, it’s with a slight upward quirk of the corner of her mouth, and her voice is steady, even almost until the end when it starts to crack. “Tell you what. You go on and spend most of your life with the other half of your soul, and you stand by their corpse during their Gathering for the Departed. You try to live with your heart buried in the ground, or incinerated, or whatever it is your tribe does. And when some fool comes sniffing around your door, begging for a chance at your severely broken heart, you come find me, and you tell me that you don’t feel the tiniest bit guilty that you can’t give it to him.”
She tugs on Hudson’s lead, urging him to his feet with a cluck of her tongue before she looks back to Amy. “And for the record, no one’s stopping Hunter from coming around The Winchester. We’re friends, that’s all. I’ll see you around.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Aaand there’s another potentially friendly conversation ruined because Amy had to bring up one of the Defiance boys in conversation. She gives a disgusted look and takes a drag off of her cigarette. A smile is attempted as she nods at Quinn.
“See you, Q.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She had, apparently, not thought about it like that since the brief consideration last night. She can see it in her head, way too clearly for comfort. She can see it, knowing that it’s an absolute certainty.
Nodding a little, she sighs and wraps her arms around her middle. “Bye Quinn. Sorry.”
[Quinn] As Quinn walks off, she loosens the slack on the Great Dane pup’s lead, letting him run and roam and romp as she’d intended coming here. She lifts her hand as she goes, though, not looking back to the sisters as she offers them a wave.
[and she’s out! thanks for the scene, peeps!]
[vikthya] [thanks for letting me lurk!]
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She watches Quinn go, and snorts. “Jesus Fucking Christ, Ames. Nice work.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She’s quiet.
It’s been happening a lot, lately. Nodding a little, she just stays quiet.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns at Amy’s reaction, almost as much as she did at the conversation. This is not an Amy she’s entirely familiar with.
[[Why Not Try: Emp!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Amunet Trujillo] (Woooow)
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Yep!]]
[Amunet Trujillo] This is not an Amy she’s familiar with, because this is not an Amy she’s ever seen before. Her Amy runs head first into things, and doesn’t bother with consequences until they come to bite her in the ass. Sarita, for the year that they’ve been together, has gotten to know Reinvented Amy.
Out of Her Element and Fucking Terrified Amy lurks for a minute, then goes away and leaves Sarita being scowled at again.
“The fuck are you looking at?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns, deeply. It’s clear that whatever she just saw, she didn’t like it. She shakes her head and gestures toward the sidewalk. “C’mon. We are leaving, and we are talking.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “We need to look at apartments.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I said, come on. We’re leaving, and we’re talking. The Bitchmobile isn’t far.”
[Amunet Trujillo] Instead of arguing, she shrugs a shoulder and waits for Sarita to indicate which direction they’re going.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She flicks her cigarette away and walks along the path. After a couple of minutes Amy can see the VW bus coming up in their view.
[Amunet Trujillo] She doesn’t way a word all the way there, getting into the van and settling into the passenger seat as if it’s any other day.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She drives along for a while, silently. The radio is off for once, leaving only them, silence, and the sounds of the road. She’s not heading anyone in particular, just driving.
“What’s going on with you,” she says finally.
[Amunet Trujillo] “That’s kind of broad.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You know exactly what I mean, Amy.” She frowns. “I barely recognize who you are half the time anymore.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “People change, Sar.” She’s looking out the window, specifically to avoid looking at her. “They grow and they move on and they get packs and find things that they thought they couldn’t have. It happens.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She frowns, silent at that for a long time. “Yeah, people change. And it’s not always for the better.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Just come the fuck out and say whatever you want to say”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m saying that I don’t even know if I know who you are anymore. I’m saying that you’re obsessed to the point of unhealthiness with them, Amy. Seriously fucking obsessed.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I am not fucking obsessed. Jesus fuck. You GOT your pack, Sar. Let me have mine.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “This isn’t your pack, Amy. This is your boyfriend and HIS pack.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “How is that any worse than my sister and HER pack? At least I fucking fit in with them”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You haven’t ~tried~ to fit in with the Unbroken. You offered to fight with them, they said no and you gave up on the fucking spot. And Hunter’s not letting you go out and fight with him. You may think he’ll soften up, or maybe you can work on John and have him get Hunter to let you go out and do stuff with them, but it’s not going to happen.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “A fucking Lord Elder and his Project fucking Runway girlfriend? Really? And a fucking Fang with more rank that everybody else I know put together? Did you just fucking meet me? I’m not going to fit in with them. I’ll run scout shit because they’re your pack, but I seriously don’t have a fucking clue how you can look at me, and look at Unbroken and Defiance, and honestly be surprised by who I want to associate with.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Even if that were the case, and you are totally judging off of appearances which is completely unfair, that’s not the point Amy. You are completely obsessed. Do you know when the last time we had a conversation that didn’t revolve around them was?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m not fucking obsessed.” She waits a second. “When?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I don’t know. Seriously, I legitimately don’t know, and I was asking you. Maybe a couple weeks ago? Maybe more?” She frowns. “You are completely obsessed and you’re all about them 24/7. You can’t even stand to not be around them for a night it seems.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Why do you keep putting it like that? Obsessed? Do you even know what the fuck we’re doing that’s taking up my time? Do you have a fucking clue what’s going on with them?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I know what you tell me, which is shit like ‘He’s got a big cock,’ ‘We spend all night talking’ and ‘Oh yeah, we’re moving to Bronzeville.'”
She scowls. “You’re hiding shit from me, and literally ALL you do is talk about them. Even not with me. We couldn’t even go OUT last night without you inviting them. Without telling me. And then when Lukas showed up and you had actual WORK–which is what you’ve been dying for and which you haven’t bothered to even ask about–you skip out.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t belong with Lukas. Neither do you, but it’s your life. And I told you that I’d do whatever Lukas has set up and needs done. I’ll play nice, Sar. But I don’t belong there. Especially not now.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s silent as she drives, still more or less wandering around the streets. She doesn’t look at Amy…in fact, she’s looking ahead so strongly that it looks almost seems painful somehow. Her face is set in a taut expression.
[Amunet Trujillo] “I miss my other family, Sar.” She looks out the passenger window as things go flying by. “I miss the guys. I miss feeling safe. I miss all the shit I got yanked away from because he was in a fucking hurry to get on the road.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And I miss you.” It’s said with a tightness to it, though she takes a breath and shakes her head. When she speaks again, it’s a touch more relaxed.
“There’s a difference between reconnecting and submerging yourself in it. You’re hiding in there.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Because I know I’ve only got so much time. With all of it. The clock is ticking.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Are you THAT sure this is all going to blow up?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m not even talking about blowing up. That Thunderwyrm thing? That was like ‘Oh. Must be Tuesday’ to them. One of these days they’re going to go out and not come back. Same with you and Stefan and Leon and everybody. We die for Gaia. It’s what we do.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “There are forty, fifty year-old Ahrouns out there, Amy. So what you’re saying is that you’re going to bury yourself until they die, whether that’s next week or next year or five, ten years down the road?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “It’s been four fucking days, Sar.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, and before that you were falling into the same trap with Leon. And before that, John the first time.”
She shakes her head. “When was the last time you even slept at home?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I was using Leon. Leon wasn’t any different than the guy in St. Louis or the one in Denver. Really not the same thing”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And the last time you slept at home?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Okay, I’ll give you that. Like, last week.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And tie that in with the fact that we haven’t had a conversation that hasn’t centered on them in a lot longer than that.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Then what do you want to talk about?” She sags a little, shoulders hunching.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Okay well, to start with what’s with that reaction?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t know what you want, Sar. You don’t want me to talk about the guys fine. I won’t. But you’ve got to help me out then.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh my god. Amy, it’s not about individual symptoms. It’s not about having a single fucking conversation with you that doesn’t involve Hunter and John, or having you spend a couple nights with me.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Why Lukas? Seriously.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Because HE FUCKING ASKED ME.” She slams on the breaks, nearly causing a car accident, and looks over at her.
“He. Fucking. Asked. Me. I don’t know why you have this sudden, livid hatred for Lukas all of a sudden, but you know what? He showed an interest in me. Fucking Hunter can talk all he wants about how he was scouting me out, but nobody FUCKING told me that for at LEAST three FUCKING weeks. Fucking Joey was all about ‘Yeah, we should go on a hunt.’ NOTHING. When we’re together, they don’t talk to me. They talk to fucking YOU. They COMPLETELY FUCKING IGNORED me last night because you were there. And you had NO problem with Lukas and didn’t act like he was the fucking enemy–which even now, he’s NOT–until you started hanging with them.”
Her hands are tightly wrapped around the steering wheel, knuckles white. “Why Lukas? Because it’s somewhere I’m WANTED. And it’s somewhere you’re WANTED to. I’m sorry that it can’t be all about you with the Unbroken. If I could be kinfolk and make you Garou, I would. I would move heaven and earth for you, and you know that. I am letting you put many, MANY Garou in direct harm’s way, including myself, because it’s what you want. So please, TELL me that Lukas is the enemy and how I don’t belong with the people who actually WANT me.”
[Amunet Trujillo] There’s John’s influence, and her thinking it through before she talks again.
“They’re a little fucking busy, first of all. Second, I never fucking said Lukas was the enemy. Fucking EVER. And I seem to recall Hunter fucking talking to you, but you were probably too busy being pissed off at me for having people that care about me now that you didn’t fucking notice”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah, because they totally couldn’t have just picked up the phone and said ‘Hey, Sarita, come by and we can talk.’ I didn’t say you said he was the enemy, but you’re sure acting like it. And yes, he talked to me. Once he realized I was there, fricking five minutes after the fact.”
Cars are screaming behind her and so are the drivers. She clearly doesn’t care.
“I’m glad they like you. Fucking great. But you know what? They don’t give a shit about me unless it has to do with you. But please, tell me more about how I belong with them.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “How is that different from Unbroken and me?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, you know it’s kind of hard to say since you’ve avoided them like the plague outside of that first night when you talked to Lukas.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “He put me in my place, Sar. There wasn’t a whole lot that needs said after that.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And how is that different from what Hunter did, except that you actually decided to stick around Hunter?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Because he’s doing it for totally different reasons. Because he gave me a chance first, and a choice of what I wanted more.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Really. Hunter took you out fighting?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Did you miss the part with the Thunderwyrm? He didn’t shove me off in a corner for that”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No, but he didn’t TAKE you to it either. If you were around when the Unbroken were forced to fight something, the same would happen.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She’s quiet for a few minutes.
“Are you jealous?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sits back in the seat, sighing. The anger’s drained out of her for now.
“Honestly? Yes, a little. Not of you, but of them.” She shakes her head. “But that’s only a small part of why I’m upset. I’m upset because I don’t even feel like I know you anymore. I feel like you’re someone entirely different and you know how many times you told me to stop you if you changed into someone else.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “If I changed into the kind of Kin I hate. That’s what I said.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Other than the fact that you’re not getting pregnant any time soon, tell me the difference between who you’re becoming and the kind of Kin you hate?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Do you really think that I’m just blindly doing whatever they tell me to? I’m still going to do stuff, Sar. I’m just not going to fight.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Fucking I don’t know. Yes, that’s exactly what you’ve made it sound like, and you’re…” She sighs.
“Jesus, Amy. You’re acting fucking meek and scared around people now. Like with Quinn. TELL me that’s not the kind of Kin you hate.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Hunter is in love with her. I was trying to figure out how to tell her to give him a chance, without blowing my cover. But then she dropped all that about her mate… That terrifies the fuck out of me. I used to only have you to worry about, now I’ve got them, too. Same reason why I’m not going to fight. You didn’t see the look on his face when he came to make sure I was okay. Not just not hurt, but really okay. What kind of selfish fucking bitch do I have to be to keep putting you guys through that when I get it now?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs. “Fine. I’m completely wrong, everything is fine, I’m just fucking nuts.” She starts driving. “Where do you want me to drop you off?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “You’re not nuts. I’m not being a drone. I’m just thinking about shit other than myself for a change.” Her head shakes. “Wherever. I’ve got stuff tonight, but I’ll come back to the Broho for a couple of days tomorrow, okay?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Sure.” She doesn’t seem to have any conviction that it’ll happen. She shakes her head, turning to head toward Bronzeville.
[Amunet Trujillo] “He wants you in. You’d like them.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Never bring that up to me again. Please.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I think you’re making a mistake. I know you. I know them. I know it would work. That’s it though. I won’t say anything else about it.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Then they should have asked me. I don’t turn my back when I make a commitment to someone.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Jesus fuck, Sar. You’re so fucking stubborn. And you haven’t made a commitment. You’re fucking engaged, that’s it. You’re still not official.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She pulls the car to the side of the road and gets out. “Drive it to wherever you need,” she says as she starts to walk. “Bring it back tomorrow.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Sar…”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She keeps on walking. “I’m DONE with this for tonight, Amy. Fucking DONE.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Get in the goddamned van. I need to get some shit from the Broho anyway.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You can’t even keep a promise for five seconds!” she screams out as she walks. “Jesus Christ!”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Jesus FUCK!”
The door of the van slams a minute later.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She tenses when the door slams, and she looks back. The Strider is still angry, but she sighs and turns around, walking back toward the van.
[Amunet Trujillo] “Which is running and left alone, as Amy walks the opposite direction”
[Amunet Trujillo] (Oops. *Erases the ” “*)
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Amy…” She looks around and starts running after her. “C’mere, please.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She stops walking, but doesn’t turn around
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She walks up behind her, sighing, and wraps her arms around Amy from behind. She doesn’t say anything, just holds her tightly, eyes squeezed shut.
[Amunet Trujillo] She leans back into her sister, arms wrapped over hers and not saying anything.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She’s silent, hugging her for several moments. After a couple, her shoulders start to shake, face burying in Amy’s shoulder.
[Amunet Trujillo] “Please don’t make me pick, Sar.” Her voice is quiet, and she reaches back to pet her sister’s hair. “You’ve got your pack, and I’ve got mine. Neither of us want to pick.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She speaks in a cracked voice.
“This is gonna go all wrong, and I’m gonna lose you. One way or another. I know it.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m not planning on it. You’re going to be spending this much time with them pretty soon, then we’ll be even.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “No.” She goes to pull away, wiping at her nose. “I don’t think so.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Why not?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She steps off to the sidewalk, feeling around for her cigarettes. “I just…” She shrugs. “Even with them, I’ll still need you. They might be my pack, but you’re my fuckin’ blood, Amy.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m not going anywhere. I can love them and still love you.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I know you can, I just…” She shakes her head. “Yeah, sure.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Just what?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Just…it’s not about love. We both know how well love works out.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Shitty, yeah. All I can do is hope that this is different.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “That’s a lot of faith against a whole lot of shit, Amy.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “What am I supposed to do, Sar? Ignore how he makes me feel? I can’t. And I can’t ignore that being with him and Hunter makes me really happy. It’ll probably all go to shit, yeah. That’s why I’m going to enjoy the ride as long as it lasts.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “And what happens after?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it. Not yet.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I can’t help but think of it.” She wipes at her face, finally finding her cigarettes. “It’s not gonna be good.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Just let me enjoy it? Please?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs. “Yeah. I ~will~ pull you out if I think it’s getting too close though. For you and John.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “What do you mean, too close?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Too close to the end for you guys.”
[Amunet Trujillo] Her jaw sets, and she looks angry. “Don’t you dare. Don’t do that to me. I don’t want to be yanked away from anything else.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You’d rather get a few more days or weeks with him than possibly have a chance that you both ~LIVE~?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “If it starts going that way, then we’ll end it. But it’ll be ours to end. Not yours or Hunter’s or Lukas’ or anybody else.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs. “You’re fucking insane, you know that?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Probably. But you’ll notice that I’m not trying to get myself fucking killed anymore.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Yeah you are. Just in a different way.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She sighs “How?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Tell me that you don’t think this will lead to you getting a deathwish if something happens to John.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I don’t think it will. I’ll hate it, but what good would it do for me to self destruct? How is that honoring him?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “What if it destroys all of us? What then?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She doesn’t seem to be speaking down of it at this point. She’s still upset, and she’s still wiping tears away. But she’s just asking Amy’s thoughts now.
[Amunet Trujillo] “We won’t let it get to that point.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Once it hits the breaking point, it’s not in your control, sweetie.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She looks upset, eyes on something far away.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m sorry.” She sighs and walks over, hugging her again. “I’m just…I’m trying to figure this out in my head. I’m not…I’m sorry.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I spent so much time obsessing over how I could make it work, and now there’s so many reasons to worry about what could go wrong. I just want a few days to enjoy it.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “So shall we plan for my shitting on this say…this time Thursday?” It’s a weak joke, but an attempt at humor.
[Amunet Trujillo] “Sure. Tell you what. We can spend all Wednesday and Thursday dissecting anything that could go wrong.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’d rather not.” She sighs, squeezing her arms around Amy. “To be honest…and don’t take this wrong…I don’t want to talk about anything relating to it.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Alright. Fair enough.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh…before I forget.” She pulls out a scrap of newspaper clipping, handing it to Amy. “This is what Lukas wanted you to look in on.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She takes the clipping, reading it over twice before nodding. “Okay. I’m on it.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Hey. The streets took them. That’s totally danger.” She smiles a bit. “Right up your alley.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She forces a little smile, folding the clipping and putting it in her pocket.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “You know what we’re doing Wednesday? I have it planned out.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “What are we doing on Wednesday?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Well, or Thursday. Or maybe both.” She produces a key from her pocket. “Hanging out by a pool.”
[Amunet Trujillo] To her credit, there’s only a half second of panic. “I could be alright with hanging out by a pool.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “We got a room.” She smiles. “And I’ll see if I can find us a good apartment tomorrow. If I can, I’ll get us moved in Ay-sap.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “At the risk of pissing you off again… Can you help me take a few things over to the house tonight?”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Like what kinda things?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “There are a couple of blankets and some candles that I want to take over. I need to find a little propane heater until we can get the power turned on.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh gee. Can I help you bring things over so you stay there more?” She sighs and nods. “Yeah, I guess. If only because I know otherwise you’ll be carrying that shit down the street.”
A pause. “John owes me some serious fuckin’ gratitude here, by the way.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Her jaw sets” Nevermind.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Oh, sweetie. Homey owes me some gratitude regardless. That particular comment was just a joke.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “You know, you’re making it pretty fucking hard to not just move in there, period. Don’t worry about it. Hunter will help me out, and you don’t have to deal with the house.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs. “Wow. Really? I can’t make a fucking joke anymore?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “You know, if this was the other way around, I wouldn’t be going out of my way to be a bitch.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “I’m not goin’ out of my way, chica. Just comes naturally. You know that.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I’m going to go. I’ve got shit to do”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “C’mon. I’ll give you a ride and help you bring the shit, of course.”
[Amunet Trujillo] She wants to say no, but it’s fucking cold and a long way from the Broho to the house.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Listen, I’m sorry. I was trying to be funny. Even I’m not 100% on that.”
[Amunet Trujillo] “Alright.”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] “Forgive me?”
[Amunet Trujillo] “I always do”
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She sighs and hugs Amy again. “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to be bitchy about it. C’mon, let’s buy you two lovebirds a space heater and shit and get them over there.”