4/11/04
Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (56% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 53 degrees
Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric
pressure reading is 29.95 and steady, and the relative humidity is 71
percent. The dewpoint is 44 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)
Flash
He's tall but gawky, a rail-thin, bit-over-six-foot beanpole with dark
blond hair that's almost brown and muddy blue eyes that usually are
forced to peer out from behind overlong bangs. While he's not out-and-out
ugly, his youthful, nerdish features are not particularly handsome,
either, and depending on what he's wearing he looks to be anywhere from
his late teens to his mid-twenties. His tenor voice, which tends to rise
in octave when he's worked up, has an accent that's hard to pin down.
He's carelessly dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a green _Toxic
Avenger_ t-shirt with Toxie's faded face plastered to the front. His
large, bony feet are bare. Tied around his forehead is an American flag
bandana.
Flash lies sprawled out on the couch, his nose buried in a dogeared copy of
King's _Desperation_. On the floor nearby is a can of cola and a plate
with some crumbs on it.
It's a beautiful day - the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and even Nat
doesn't seem to be in a bad mood as she throws open the door to the
porch. "Damn, I love spring," she announces to the world at large. From
one wrist a medium Target bag dangles, hints of bright colors within.
Nat's an inch or two over average height for a woman, perhaps five-seven or
-eight. She's built rather reminscent of a brick, with a square face and
jaw, and broad shoulders that have no need of padding. Nondescript
brownish hair is only a few inches long, and the ten-dollar cut makes her
face look even wider. Blue-green eyes are widely set under a pair of
thickly stroked eyebrows; her nose and lips are proportionately large.
She wouldn't catch any eyes if it weren't for the eerie way she has of
staring, or the suggestion of prior and pending fist-fights in the small
scars pocked across her face and hands. Her accent is flat Midwestern
unobtrusive, her age roughly twenty.
Her clothes are pure practicality: blue jeans faded at knee and thigh, navy
sweatshirt advertising the 'Half-Time Bar' in St. Paul, and nondescript
once-white sneakers. She usually has a battered leather bomber jacket
slung over a shoulder if it isn't being worn.
Flash looks up from his reading with a faint smirk, his eye going from the
Walker to the bag she carries. "Happy Easter."
"Flash, m'man." The Walker closes the door with a shade more care than how she
opened it, glancing up the stairs. "Hope I didn't wake anyone up. You
want a Peep? Snickers egg? Something else equally tooth-rotting?" She
comes into the living room, pushing up the sleeves of her sweatshirt,
then poises a hand expectantly over the mouth of her bag.
Flash's eyes light up, and he kicks himself into a sitting position, swinging
his bare feet down onto the floor. "Ooo. Tell me you have a Cadbury egg
in there, and I /will/ marry you."
Natalie says "Tease." She pulls open the bag and makes a show of examining the
contents. "I believe you are in luck. One, or two?"
Flash clutches the King novel to his chest. "Oh my god... spirits and ancestors
forgive me... two. Pleeeease."
Natalie grins and flops down in one of the chairs, a leg hanging over the arm.
So relaxed. So comfy. "I -must- like you," she tells the Metis, placing
the Target bag on her lap for easier delving. "'Cause most of these are
mine. But... ready?" She tosses two of the multi-colors orbs his way.
Flash drops the book quickly enough to catch the foil-wrapped
chocolate-and-other-stuff candy eggs, and drops one into his lap in order
to peel naked the other. "You're a gem," he tells Natalie, before
stuffing it whole into his mouth. He says something more, but it's
mumbled and indistinct.
Taslyn comes tromping down the steps from her bedroom. "Hey everyone." As she
goes right on into the kitchen and pulls out a soda, "Anybody want a
soda?"
"You say that to all the girls," the Galliard retorts good-naturedly, grinning
over at the Metis. She twists around to give Taslyn that same beam. "I
didn't wake you, did I? Nah, no pop for me. I've got enough to rot my
teeth here. Target run. Speaking of, you want some sugar-coated sugar?"
Flash leans against the back of the couch, his face tipped upward, eyes
half-closed and cheeks bulging as he chews. "Mmmm. Mmm-MMMMmmmm..."
"Chocolate? Always up for chocolate." As she comes back in with two sodas.
"Brought an extra just in case." She smiles and settles into a chair.
Alicia pushes open the door and heads inside, carrying a couple huge bags of
groceries, stumbling a bit as she goes. ".. help.." She squeaks out.
"Snicker egg, Milky way egg, or plain ol' boring Uncle Hoppy?" asks Nat,
plainly having indulged in a bit of sugar of her own on her way over.
Good thing she didn't get pulled over. At Ali's entrance she twists
again, but isn't immediately capable of more than a couple of 'erks'.
Flash swallows, getting his mouth clear enough to say, "Ought'a be against the
Litany, mmm..." One eye rolls over in Alicia's direction, but the metis
makes no move to get up and assist.
Taslyn hops up and heads to Alicia. "Hey. Thanks for the groceries. Trevor and
I went yesterday but we forgot some stuff." She reaches to take a couple
bags.
Natalie stops struggling to wresting the nefarious Target bag from her lap when
it's clear that Taslyn will be able to help Alicia. "Hey Alicia. You want
some sugar?" Flash's comment earns him yet another grin. "What, Litany
14? Thou Shalt Not Indulge in Cadbury Creme Eggs Unless There's Enough
for All?"
Alicia passes a bag to Taslyn and lets out a breath. "Geez. Lots of food I
bought. I think Tom is ganna pitch a fit. Hey guys, I'm cooking up an
Easter dinner, as usual. If anyone wants to help, they are more than
welcome." She says, heading for the kitchen. "No sugar for me Nat,
thanks. There is going to be plenty of that."
Taslyn laughs hard. "You have those? I want one!" She looks back to Alicia.
"Easter Dinner? That sounds good."
Flash swallows again and grins, his teeth full of chocolate. "'Garou shall not
eat chocolate with Garou'. Because, yanno, chocolate /is/ sex." He licks
his lips and starts unwrapping the second. "Speaking of which, y'wanna go
upstairs, Nattie-babe?" He leers at the Glass Walker. "I can show you
some magic with lights that'll rock your roachy world."
Natalie retorts, "You gonna lick the cream out of that with your tongue?"
"--Uh, yeah, Taslyn, I've got another. You sure you don't want one,
Alicia?" Almost reluctantly she slides her leg of the arm of the chair
and sits up 'proper'. "...Ah cripes, here. I'll just leave the bag down
here and let you have at it. There better not be any candy left when we
come back down or I'll have someone's ears." As a threat, it's amazingly
non-threatening. Maybe it's the lazy delivery.
"Weeeelll.. maybe just.. /one/." Alicia says with a grin to Nat, winking as she
carries the large bag into the kitchen. "You guys got any requests for
dinner tonight outside of Ham and cheesy potatos?"
Taslyn places the bag on the kitchen counter and then jumps into the living
room claiming a Cadbury Creme egg for the land of Tas-Mania. "I claim you
for my gut!"
Miguel carries in more groceries in for Alicia.
Flash grins broadly. Leaving the dogeared _Desperation_ on the couch, the
sloppily-dressed Ragabash hops to his bare feet and heads for the stairs,
pausing only to crook a sly come-hither finger at Natalie. He's stuffing
the Cadbury egg into his mouth as he jogs upstairs.
You climb the stairs from the living room, turning eastward at the landing and
continuing up to the second floor.
Farmhouse: Upstairs
Hardwood floors creak beneath your feet as you step into the hallway. A single
lamp hanging just above the stairway sheds enough light to prevent
serious accidents but allows shadows to shroud the majority of the
ceiling and the several doorframes on both sides of the hall at night.
During the day, however, sunlight streaming in from the windows at both
ends bathes the hall in golden light.
A room converted into a small, private infirmary is through one of the doors to
the west, while the door to the east on the farthest end leads to a
stairway up to the attic. The stairs down lead to the main floor of the
house.
Natalie tromps up after the 'Gazer, la belle dame sans Target bag.
Flash's cheeks bulge with chewing as he leads Nat into a currently-empty
bedroom. He's already got something set up, it seems; there are a couple
of pillows set down on the floor on either side of what appears to be an
electric version of a crystal ball. A cord snakes out from the base that
the translucent sphere sits on, and when Flash plugs it in, the sphere
glows, then comes alive with arcs of tamed lightning.
"Funky," Nat comments, leaving the door ajar behind her. "That's one of them...
whats izzits. Something or other spheres, right?"
"Yep," says Flash, and then, "Oh, almost forgot!" He hops up again. "Siddown,
siddown," he says, waving her toward the other pillow as he closes the
door, the window-blinds, and then turns off the light. Now there's only
the dim glow from the lightning-sphere, shifting and changing as the arcs
of blue electricity climb one by one up the inside of the sphere.
Natalie eyes the darkening, but obligingly plops onto the pillow, her feet
tucked under her knees. "You're not going to make me say 'ohm', are you?"
Her attention's about evenly split between the glowing ball and his
movements.
Flash chuckles. "Only if you think it'll help." He kneels on the pillow across
from her, the sphere between them, his hands resting on his thighs.
"You're in luck, actually, because I learned this one from one'a your
people. Prime ingredient..." He taps the surface of the sphere lightly
with a finger, drawing the electricity toward him. "...Anything with a
shifting pattern of light. Could be this, a fire, light on rippling
water, sunlight through moving leaves, a lava lamp, a screen saver...
Whatever you're most comfortable with."
Natalie looks from his face to the ball and back again. "All right. Just
something, hmn, non-static to concentrate on, right? Candle flame good,
forty-watt bad?"
Flash nods. "The moving light is... think of it like a visual mantra." As he
explains, the Stargazer's affable-idiot demeanor drops away in favor of
something much more serious. "Watch the lights and empty your mind of
everything but them. Forget the world, your body, even the problem that
you're wanting to solve. Just watch the lights." His voice slows,
becoming almost hypnotic. "Watch the lights and forget all else. When
your mind is emptied, the truth you seek will be able to speak, and when
it speaks you'll be able to hear it."
Natalie flicks a last skeptical look at his face before engaging in a flurry of
last-minute fidgeting and hand-shaking. That only takes a minute, though,
and soon her hands are loosely resting on her knees, eyes fixed on the
shimmering play of electricity. "...It's the empty your mind bit that's
gonna be hard."
Flash nods slowly. "I know. The spirits will help you, though, when you focus
on the lights." His dimly-lit face is dreamy, his eyes half-lidded. "Let
go. Watch the lights and let them carry you. There's no rush, no hurry...
no time limits... no deadlines. Just the lights."
"No way to do it wrong," the Galliard agrees. The little unconscious signs of
tension around her eyes and mouth slip away as the minutes pass,
relaxation dropping onto her shoulders like a heavy blanket.
Long minutes pass in silence, with only the dim sound of noises from elsewhere
in the house and the hum of the device. Gradually, though, that too
begins to fade away, until there is nothing but what's in that part of
the house. Then nothing but what's in the room. Then nothing but the
lights, the arcs of blue lightning climbing up the inside of the sphere.
Natalie's eyes are only barely open, her breathing slow and regular. Quite
likely someone could set the house on fire and she, at least, wouldn't
notice.
So it is that she's likely quite startled when, suddenly, there's a click and
the sphere's lights go out. "That was just lovely, beautiful," comes
Flash's voice in the darkness; he sounds like he's smiling. "And for
someone who said that emptying her mind would be hard, y'did it like a
/natural/."
Natalie jerks a little at the abrupt absence of light; the movement's barely
visible but the vibration is easily felt through the floor. "...Gah.
What? ...I did? How do you know when you're done, though? Or what if you
do it and you don't get an answer?"
Flash rises in the darkness, his bare feet nearly silent on the wooden floor as
he moves toward the window. As the shades come up, sunlight floods the
room. "When you're done, you know. And if you don't get an answer..." He
shrugs. "You put it aside and try another day. You know as well as I do
that no ritual works /all/ the time."
Natalie squints against the light, one hand coming up to protect her eyes
against the light while the other rests lightly, reassuringly, against
the orb. Still there. "...True. I suppose you'll also tell me it'll take
as long as it takes, right? Y'sound like my old Sensei that way. Tell me:
are all Stargazers as... hmn, cryptic as you? Do they make it a
requirement of your Rite of Passage?"
Flash grins. "Hey, we're Chimera's babies, what else do you expect from us?
Besides, it's true."
Natalie snorts dryly. "Figured. Heh - you think if I give a couple of
convincing screams and moans we'll get some company thundering up the
stairs?"
Flash's grin widens, a sudden and dangerous glint sparking in his eyes.
Swiftly, he yanks off the _Toxic Avenger_ t-shirt and leaps for the door,
yanking it open and crying out, at the top of his lungs, and in a tone of
orgasmic bliss, "OH GAIA YES YES YES /YES/!"
Natalie nearly loses it, collapsing onto her side while attempting to stifle
laughter. She waves a hand - stop it? Wait a minute while I catch my
breath? - hand at him, barely able to breathe through her squeaking.
Flash, meanwhile, wriggles out of the gray sweats -- nothin' but yellow
smile-face boxers underneath, and bangs himself repeatedly and
rhythmically against the wall, thrashing and moaning all the while. Puts
his whole body into it, he does.
Natalie manages a couple of strangled, "Ohs!" as she struggles first upright,
then to her feet. "Oh! Oh FLASH!" Ah yes, much better. Easier to fill the
old lungs when they're not all squished like that. She plants her hands
on her hips and laughs soundlessly at the Metis, enjoying herself
thoroughly.
Taslyn comes up and looks at the two of you. "And right outside my bedroom."
Not phased in the bit. "At least keep it down. The sound that is." She
looks at Flash. "I doubt he could get it up in the first place." She
winks.
Flash falls out of the spare bedroom he and Natalie had been using, laughing
like a rabid hyena and dressed in only his boxers. "Oh god, oh god, she's
killed me... thighs of /iron/..."
"Get back in here!" comes Nat's voice, the Galliard sounding slightly winded.
"I'm not through with you yet!" A moment or so later she appears in the
doorway, fully dressed and grinning like a banshee. "...Oh hey, Taslyn."
Flash rolls onto his back and smiles sweetly up at Taslyn. "Hey, baby, wanna
make it a threesome?"
"Get back in here!" comes Nat's voice, the Galliard sounding slightly winded.
"I'm not through with you yet!" A moment or so later she appears in the
doorway, fully dressed and grinning like a banshee. "...Oh hey, Taslyn."
Taslyn raises a brow and just shakes her head. "I wish you would do things like
that around where cubs can hear it. Looks bad on the both of you." She
gives a bit of a shrug. "Not that anything matters to you, Flash..." She
shakes her head again and opens the door to her bedroom, walking in and
then looking down at Flash. "You aren't my type." She says with a wink.
"Say that again after a few drinks!" Flash calls after her, then rolls to his
feet and gathers up his clothes. "Keep practicing that rite, Nattybaby.
You'll probably have it licked within a few days."
Natalie says "He's pretty good, just kinda stringy." As endorsements go, that
certainly is one. "Oh c'mon, Taslyn, loosen up a bit, huh? Have some more
chocolate, get your blood sugar up." She shakes her head after the
Fianna's back, still grinning. "I will. Get a decent screensaver or
something, and work my way to Carnegie Hall."
Flash grins, headflicking hair away from his eyes. "I'm gonna go shower, get
nice and tidy for dinner. Make sure they save me some ham?"
"You're enough of a ham for the whole damn Sept," Nat tells him fondly. Fondly?
Be still my beating heart! "...You want me to clean up in here, or should
I leave it?"
Flash waves a hand dismissively. "I'll get it. You go have fun."
Natalie steps over his legs and heads down the stairs. "Will do. Maybe if
you're a good boy the Easter Bunny will leave something for you. I'll
catch you later."
"Hoody hoo!" yelps the Stargazer, then vanishes into the bathroom to use up as
much hot water as possible.
(...)
Big Red Barn
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is
greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five.
Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk
into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest
of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once
were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even
crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but
the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access
to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only
little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one,
which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is
a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be
tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now,
it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
Eamon says "Both Coggies? Sheesh, the rumors must be true about you guys."
Dakota makes her way over and claims a haybale as a seat, lifting at brow at
Eamon. "Hey! You Fianna got two cubs in, what, a week?"
Rusty chuckles softly, keeping out of it for now.
Eamon buffs his nails. "Hey, what can I say?"
Alicia grins wryly. "We got three, we're just missing one right now." She says
with a chuckle, glancing over towards the two cubs. "Guys, this is Eamon.
He packs with Dakota and I."
Auggie is out of it. He's looking at his hand right now. He glances up breifly,
and blinks at the new Garou. "Hi."
Eamon waves to the cubs. "Hey." He looks at Alicia. "About that missing cub,
any news? I'm still up for hunting if you're interested."
Miguel announces himself to Eamon, and gives a polite nod to those he already
knows, "David Miguel, Moon Dancer, cub, Son of Unicorn."
"Huh? There's /another/ one?" Karl asks Alicia.
The barn door creaks open, letting in another figure -- in this case, a skinny
beanpole with dark almost-brown blond hair. Flash is dressed in
flip-flops, gym shorts, and a _Toxic Avenger_ t-shirt, and he's licking
chocolate off his fingers as he enters.
Eamon grins. "You know, maybe we could get Stag to lead him back to the caern
for us. He's good for that sort of thing."
"Sly." Dakota says in a half-murmur. She frowns a bit and looks up to Eamon, "I
doubt we're gonna find him alive, but I want to know what happened."
"Stranger things have happened, Dakota." Alicia says with an attempt to boost
her packmate's morale.
Miguel looks curiously at Flash as he enters. He's certainly an interesting
looking fellow.
Eve opens the large Barn doors and pokes her head inside, biting her lower lip
when she sees the small crowd.
Alicia glances over towards Flash and smirks slightly at the sight of him, then
squints her eyes over towards Eve. "Hey sis, c'mon in. Check out my new
cubs."
Flash sides to the side as Eve enters, giving the girl a curious look and a
faint, crooked smile. Then he flicks hair out of his eyes and turns his
gaze over at the crowd in general. He quickly spots the 'fresh meat' and
leers. "Ooooo," he says, with relish. "/Newbies/."
The fascination Auggie's newly-changed-back body once held fades. He stops
navel-gazing, literally, and he looks at all the new faces. "Ah, sorry,"
he murmurs to Alicia. "Auggie Kvintos, Children of Gaia cub, Ahroun," he
spouts off his introduction, for anyone who's interested in hearing it.
This lanky, wirey young man is in his mid-teens, perhaps 15 or 16 years old.
Standing at about 5'6", he's a bit on the thin side, probably just shy of
150 pounds, but ropey muscles in his arms, evident even beneath a layer
of fabric, indicate a routine of either athletics or hard work. His
unkempt, curly brown hair and olive skin suggest a Mediterranean
ancestry. His eyes are the color of coffee without cream, and they shine
with confidence... or is that just teenage cockiness? He has a likable
enough face, which is angular, ferret-like and dotted with moles, but he
isn't exceedingly attractive. In fact, he has a bit of an acne problem
right now. A few wispy, scraggly hairs have sprouted on his upper lip,
and their length show he's never made an effort to shave them. A grey,
beat-up, filthy sweatshirt and a pair of patched and threadbare blue
jeans are stretched on his lanky frame. In contrast, a high-quality pair
of hiking boots adorn his feet. The kid lacks the awkwardness so typical
of boys his age. In fact, the only thing that really stands out about
this kid his is the easy grace he carries himself with.
Eve rubs at the back of her neck and steps fully into the Barn, making her way
over to Alicia's side.
Karl now turns his attention from the cubs to silently greet the others present
in the barn, though his attention lingers noticeably on Eve.
Eamon nods. "I'm Ever-Grinning, fostern Fianna ragabash." He shrugs at Dakota,
"Well, then, we can at least bring his body back to bury him."
Dakota nods her head to Eamon. "Well, we should go search soon, before the moon
gets too much smaller."
Alicia nods her head. "Lets try for Tuesday." She says to the pair of packies,
then glances over to Flash. "Yes, newbies, and my newbies. Don't fuck
with 'em, they are just a few days old in their new life and we are just
now working on the basics with them." As Eve approaches, she leans over
and nudges her slightly with a grin.
Miguel comes back to himself, undazed finally from having changed, and walks
over to in turn greet both Eve and Dakota with a hug and kiss on the
cheek.
Dakota gives Miguel a proud grin in return, "So now that you've Changed, what
do you think about it?"
Eve doesn't seem to know quite how to react to that, as she stiffens up a
touch. "Oh, hi, nice to see you too kid."
Flash actually looks rather affronted and places a hand over his heart. "ME?
Me, fuck with the wee little bitty baby cubbie-boys?" He sniffs, then
eyeballs Miguel and Auggie again consideringly. "...Though they /are/
rather cute. Hey, boys! Pitcher or catcher?"
Karl groans quietly at Flash's remark.
Rusty arches an eyebrow, then laughs at Flash. "Hey...stop stealing MY
lines...." He grins.
Auggie pretends like he doesn't hear Flash. He's used to much worse teasing. He
also chooses to ignore the talk of searching for a possibly dead cub,
more for his sanity's sake right now than anything else. He just focuses
on the Garou he knows - mainly, Rusty and Alicia. "Is *everybody* in here
a Garou?" he asks incredulously.
Alicia blanches slightly. "Yes, everyone here is a Garou, and Flash is about to
/catch/ my foot up his ass." She says with a snort in the StarGazer's
direction.
Miguel has attached himself to Dakota, obviously feeling a little shy around so
many people. "How do I feel about it, Dakota-Rhya? I don't know. I guess
it makes it feel all a little more real. It felt like both an end, and a
beginning. It's hard to explain."
Flash smirks over at Rusty. "Not my fault if you're too slow, runt." He
headflicks, looking all cock-of-the-walk, and makes kiss-kiss motions in
Alicia's direction.
Rusty nods to Auggie, and grins. "Yeah. There are a number of us around here."
He pauses at the runt comment, eyeing Flash with another arched eyebrow.
Alicia starts over in Flash's direction, glancing about for a moment. Scooping
herself over as she moves, she snags up the old football she brought over
earlier off the ground and grins. She tosses it over towards Flash, then
starts darting forward, as if she was going to tackle him.
Eamon turns his head to glare at Flash, clicking his thumb and index finger
together in a pincer-like manner. "Behave yourself, boy."
Dakota ruffles the Galliard cub's hair affectionatly before she turns to regard
Flash, snorting some under her breath. "Oy." She mumbles, shaking her
head.
Eve watches Alicia move to tackle Flash, then takes a step over to Dakota.
"Umm, Dakota, who is Walker Elder these days?"
Flash catches the ball with a grunt, his eyes widening slightly as Alicia
charges at him, the Gaian Elder's move making him miss Eamon and Rusty's
remarks altogether. He sets his feet, crouching slightly, then attempts
to twist aside the last minute, the football tucked under one arm.
Dakota looks then to Eve and replies. "It was Natalie for awhile, but then
Leala challenged her and won. She's the boss now."
Auggie nods silently at Rusty and Alicia's answers, folds his arms, and watches
the impromptu football session with a befuddled expression on his face.
Eamon peers over at Eve. "Renee? Hey, haven't seen you around in a while. How
you been?
Karl's attention snaps from the game back to Eamon and Eve.
As Alicia charges, she shifts her feet and leaps out, waist high and barrels
into the StarGazer, tackling him into the ground as the pair go tumbling
into the hay and dust, kicking up a small cloud. "WOO!" She cheers out,
laughing as she scrambles up a bit, heading back towards the others.
Flash lies sprawled on the barn floor, the football tumbling out of one
outstretched hand, looking dazed for a moment.
Rusty laughs...clearly enjoying watching Flash get tackled.
Miguel gently tries to smooth his hair back into place, carefully
finger-combing it back, and then slightly tousling it just so.
"Now that is what we need to do. Grab the football, head out to the field and
play. That'd be so typical Easter normal shit to do." Alicia states as
she heads into the new conversation, glancing from Eve, to Eamon, then
Dakota.
Auggie leans against a nearby support post and laughs at the sight of Flash
being tackled by his elder.
"Or some baseball," says Flash from his position on the floor. "The
All-American pasttime." Getting to his feet, he scrubs one hand quickly
though his hair, scattering dust, then stoops to pick up the football.
Eve shrinks back into her shirt a little, before drawing in a careful breath
and looking over at Eamon. "Eve Walks-The-Darkened-Path," she extends her
hand in greeting toward the Fianna. "Theurge and Cliath of the Bone
Gnawers."
Dakota slowly turns her gaze from Eve to Eamon, biting her lower lip slightly
and chooses to distract herself with Alicia. "I'm all for hitting the
woods tonight. Head to th Compound and heave a good bonfire."
Karl turns back to Alicia. "Uh... when do we break out the food?"
Miguel turns to Auggie, "How you doing with all this, little brother?"
Alicia grins widely. "Now if you guys want. I cooked up a shit load of food
people. So whatcha say? We eat, play some football, have a bonfire?" She
asks, pooling all ideas together.
Flash snorts and, when Alicia's not looking at him, pegs the football in the
direction of her head.
Dakota eyes Flash and gets a broad smirk. "Not just normal football. I vote for
some tackle football, Crinos-style."
Auggie shrugs at Miguel's question. He's not going to open up that quickly to
anyone. "Okay, I guess. You?" He perks up at the mention of food, and
interjects, "I'm all for eatin' first!"
David Miguel Corona is a young man of about 17 years old. He stands just a hair
under 6 feet tall. He stands straight, and portrays a sense of grace, as
if he is comfortable in his own skin. He appears lean, with small but
well defined muscles, perhaps about 175 pounds, and has broud shoulders.
His hair is black, gelled, and tousled into spiky perfection. He has
medium-brown skin and dark brown, almost black, piercing eyes. His visage
is almost hawk-like. He has a strongly masculine face, but has no facial
hair at all, not even stubble. His bone structure features a prominent
nose, and very high cheekbones, making him not only appear obviously
Mexican, but harkening back to his Aztec ancestors. He wears clothes
which makes him look like he stole everything off a mannequin at
Abercrombie and Fitch. He wears a puka shell necklace around his neck,
and has the latest style of button-down shirt and khaki pants. Something
about the way he moves seems almost quiet, as if he is trying not to
stand out too much. When he speaks, he has a habit of pausing a second to
think before he begins, and his voice, though deep, is soft and slightly
quiet. Around his waist he wears a rosary of carved wooden beads, which
he occasionally unconsciously touches.
Eamon arches an eyebrow, but takes Eve's hand nevertheless. "Eve? Not Renee?
Did you change you r name, too, or is this something else?"
Miguel shrugs to Auggie, taking the hint, "I guess I'm okay too."
Rusty chuckles at Auggie's reaction to the thought of food. And grins at
Dakota's thought for a game.
"Its Eve now," the Bone Gnawer comferms, returning the handshake.
Bop! Getting pegged in the head, Alicia stumbles forward a few steps, blinking
her eyes. Slowly, she turns around, and the look on her face isn't a
happy one.
Karl is back studying Eve again, looking slightly uncomfortable.
Dakota silently goes about retrieving the football, drumming her fingertips
against the brown leather.
Flash smiles sweetly at the Child of Gaia elder, then makes a break for the
door.
Alicia stares at him as he runs, her eyes narrowed, hands slowly turning into
fists as she grips her fingers tightly.
Miguel watches Alicia carefully, curious as to what his elder will do next.
"Loved you on _Baywatch_, darling!" the Stargazer calls, just before he
vanishes back out into the yard.
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