The New Renee

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It is currently 18:52 Pacific Time on Fri Sep 13 2002.

Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 82 degrees
Fahrenheit (27 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the
northeast at 12 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.86 and falling,
and the relative humidity is 40 percent. The dewpoint is 56 degrees
Fahrenheit (13 degrees Celsius.)

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (45% full).


Industrial Sector, Southwest Side

Several blocks encompassing the southern ends of 13th, 14th and 15th Streets
extend in an area poor and abandoned, with but a few businesses struggling
to survive. Along the northern edge of the district is a junk yard filled
with old washers, dryers, tires, and the myriad other elements of
human-created unrecycled waste. Smoke pours from a few factories, and the
more productive factories to the east combine with it to lay a thin film of
dark ash across much of the streets. Other factories, and warehouses between
them, lie abandoned or are home to the poor; at night, from some of those
with windows, the orange glow of oil drums used for heating and light shine
dully through the grime. Small shops serve the few factory workers who
remain in the area beyond the end of the working day, or during the lunch
hours grudgingly allowed. In the northeastern corner there is slightly more
activity in bars offering drinking and even some gambling in dark corners.
Along this stretch of street, the alleyways have stairways to second-floor
rooms, with the occasional alley entrance occupied evening and night by
painted women making blatant offers to the male passersby. Southwards, on
the southern side of Grym Broders Avenue, the train station falls into
disrepair similar to the rest of the area.


"What if I told you, it was all meant to be. Would you believe me, would you
agree? Its almost that feeling, we met that feeling. So tell me that you
don't think I'm crazy, when I tell you love has come here and its.. a moment
like this: Some people wait a lifetime, for a moment like this. Some people
search forever, for that one special kiss. Oooh I can't believe its
happening to me. Some people wait a lifetime...for a moment.. like this.."
Lifts the voice of Alicia as she strides down the street, wearing a tight
spandex pair of jeans and a butterfly belly shirt that hugs her chest
perfectly. She is singing at the top of her lungs, Celine Dion eat your
heart out. She doesn't recognize the squeaky clean Gnawer yet, just the
group of people who walk down the sidewalk.

Renee seems to have had enough with the gang of five following her down the
street. Elbowing eachother and making crude jokes. The Gnawer turns around
and glares at the group, with a faint *ticktick* in the corner of her left
eye. "Is there a problem?" The leader of the gang grins and cockily takes
several steps forward. "Not really. New to the area? Looking for a little
action? The gang seems to find this very funny, and burst into a fit of
laughing.

Salem, unlike Alicia, stalks the industrial sector in silence, hands folded
into the pockets of his jeans and his expression pensive. The Gaian is hard
to miss, even as lost in thought as he is, and he definitely spots her. The
confrontation between freshly cleaned-up teenage girl and leering gangers
captures his attention more sharply; it's the kind of thing that gets a
higher priority even than cockroach-lovin' unicorn-wolf divas. Behind the
sunglasses, his eyes narrow.

Stopping in mid lyric of the song, Alicia lifts her chin up, peering at the
confrontation beginning to start. She blinks a few times, then furrows her
brows, soon crossing the street over to them. Her arms sway back and forth
at her side, knee high combat boots thumping heavily upon the ground. Her
eyes focus upon the leader, clearing her throat loudly. "Hey dawg, Yo'.
Don't you got a fire hydrant to go lift your leg to or something. Get outta
'ere."

Renee looks back at the Gaian, frowning and fingers twitching as if they'd
like to form claws. "I can handle myself, Alicia." The Gnawer states,
somewhat irritably. The leader of the gang doesn't seem to know what to do
with himself, when his chosen victim suddenly gets some back up. "Hey look
guys, two for one!" He eventually comes up with. His cronies laugh
obedently, but sound nervous under all the bravado.

Two for one? More like three, and Jack Salem doesn't even _look_ like a poor
helpless defenseless female. The satanic-looking Walker is closing in on the
scene -- not hastily, but not slowly, either, and it's more than clear where
he's heading.

"Yah, right. Look chick.. just keep walking and let me handle these thugs
ok?" Alicia says, not recognizing the Gnawer at -all-. Protector of young
girls is she. Stepping between her and the group, she makes her way right up
to the leader, lips twitching into a smirk. "Look, dude. You must be new
here, cuz' you obviously don't recognize me. Ah'm Arizona, aight? Now, if I
was you, I'd turn around, take yer' pre-schoolers wi'ya, before I take your
nose, rip it off your face, and then plant it on your ass, got it?" Leaning
forward, her dark eyes spark brightly, lip curling back to reveal her teeth.

Renee's face turns bright red, her jaw clenches, and her fingers curl into
fists. The young woman just stands there, shaking. The leader of the gang
gets this uncertain look on his face, before checking behind him for
support. Only... There is no support. His four followers are long gone,
having spotted Salem's steady progess and deciding that running away would
be could for their health. Finding that he has to support, the leader gapes
like a fish for several seconds, before making a hasty retreat.


	Renee stands just over 5'3 inches tall and has just a little more
growing to do. The Gnawer looks more like a young woman, then the scrawny
kid she was at the beginning of the year. Her hips and chest are in place
and only her height is likely to change at this point and time. The
Galliard's medium-length brown hair is tied back neatly in a french braid
and secured with a sky-blue elastic. Renee's eyes are a deep chocolate brown
and framed by light olive skin. Hinting at some Italian, or possibly Asian
ancestry, blended in with a primarily Caucasian background. When she speaks,
the girl's voice is rough and misused. Hardly the voice that one would match
up with the young woman's well-kept appearance. Currently, Renee is wearing
a pair blue jeans, a forest green tube top and a heavy jean jacket.

	For those who know the Gnawer well, they probably won't recognize
her until she speaks. The young woman(and she actually looks like one now)
is spotlessly clean, wearing well-fitting clothes and attempting to keep a
pleasant expression on her face. You might want to check the temperature
outside, because it seems that Hell just froze over.


Smirking to herself, Alicia rolls her shoulders back, then snorts off in
their direction. Turning around, she says. "There, see, stupid kids. Man,
they'll do anything to get thei--... R..Renee...?" Blinking, she peers at
the girl, then coughs a few times. ".. I... I um.... th'.. frick..?"

By the time Salem's approached the other two Garou, the gangers are gone,
and he's recognized Renee. He has the good grace not to smirk, nor show any
sign of gloating. His expression's mildly pleasant, his tone of voice even
moreso. "Never a dull moment, mm?"

Renee shoots Salem a look so vile, it could peel paint. "No, never a dull
moment," she grumbles. Radiating Rage and shame in equal measures. This is
just killing her.

Jerking her head around, Alicia looks to Salem, then looks back to Renee.
".. You um... you look... wow... you look great." She stammers out, clearing
her throat. "What the fuck happen? Did I Just miss Hell freezing over? Or
the Apocalypse?"

Salem turns a lifted eyebrow at the Gnawer, looking faintly disapproving.
"She's learning how to be civilized," he explains to Alicia, somewhat
archly.

Another twitch in the girl's left eye. She'll develop a perminate tick at
this rate. "Shoving myself inta a prefrabricated mold, yea."

Salem makes a 'tch' noise. Definitely disapproving. "You'd think I'd
insisted on you wearing a prom dress and modelling yourself after Brittany."

"Hey, she's making her clothes look good tho'." Humming to herself, Alicia
looks her over, scrutinizing. "Could use a lil bit of foundation and some
eyeliner tho'..." She trails off. "Oh, and black baggy jeans, definitly....
and a chain wallet. That'd definitly do."

Renee fingers curl back into fists. "Enough, Alicia."

Salem shakes his head slightly, then -- more serious now -- turns a critical
eye on the Bone Gnawer, examining her new attire and freshly-washed face.
"Not bad, by the way," he says. "Your demeanor could use a bit of work, but
at least your language is clean." He removes the sunglasses and tucks them
inside his coat. "How are the rest of your tasks going?"

Alicia rolls her shoulders a bit and can't help but grin to herself, making
a mental list her in her head. Shen then glances about the streets to make
sure that no one else is thinking about coming over and harrassing them.

"I'm workin' on it," Renee rumbles irritably. "Still lookin' for a job, but
thats it."

"Well," says the Glass Walker in dry tones, "it's only been a few days."

"An' I'll get the job before ma time is up. Dontcha worry 'bout it." Looking
around her, Renee perses her lips. "I should get goin' anyway."

"Hey Renee, if ya wanna go shopping together, I'm down with it." Alicia
says, unable to stop the grin that is on her face.

Salem cuts his packmate a sidelong look, one corner of his mouth twitching.
Then he nods to Renee. "I'm not worried in the slightest," he tells her,
smoothly. "But don't let us keep you."

Renee gives her head a shake and begins to move away from the pair, mumbling
to herself. "What I need ta do, if get stoned outta my mind an' pretend this
is a bad dream." The two children of cockrach probably catch a word or three
of that.

Salem doesn't bother to reply, though he watches the Gnawer head off with an
eagle eye.

"Hey Renee, you look real good tho', honest!" Alicia calls after her, hiding
a grin upon her face. "Catch ya later." She glances up to Salem, nudges him,
then bites her lip -real- hard.

"You shouldn't torment her too much," Salem says to his packmate, in a
murmur meant only for her ear. "She's having a hard enough time with this as
it is." He pauses, head tilting. Thinking. "No, I take it back. Torment her
as much as you please."

Alicia grins even more and shrugs her shoulder. "So, I have an idea that
this is your doing. What happened, why does she have to act like that?"

Salem folds his arms across his chest. "She challenged me over my opinion of
her as a teacher and a talesinger. So, I told her to prove to me that she
could be something more than a sewer-rat. For a month, she has to be clean,
well-spoken, polite, live in a civilized manner, get a job, and read and
memorize some Shakespeare."

Alicia blinks her eyes a few times, then ohs quietly to herself. "Well you
know.. she -is- a Gnawer afterall.. and she does the tribe proud by at least
being true to what she is. Can't she be a good tale singer and still be a
bum?"

Salem's mouth twists into a grimace. "She's not a bum. She's a cur, until
she proves otherwise. And no one forced her to challenge me, nor to accept
my terms."