"Too fucked up for the other tribes, huh?"

[hazlogs]

4/21/04

Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 46 degrees
      Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from 
      variable directions at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.95 
      and rising, and the relative humidity is 89 percent. The dewpoint is 43 
      degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)

Currently the moon is in the waxing No Moon phase (12% full).

Flash(#2873Pce)

        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.

        Written in simple black letters on his gray t-shirt are the words, "Lie
      like you mean it." The shirt's untucked over a pair of faded blue jeans 
      with huge holes in the knees, and when it gets too chilly, he's got an 
      equally faded jean-jacket that wouldn't have looked out of place in the 
      1980s. Battered LA Gear hightops, white with gray stripes, are on his 
      feet, and tied around his forehead is an American flag bandana.

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room

All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a
      J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door 
      hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway 
      up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining 
      room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated 
      with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the 
      right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which 
      serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a 
      place to hang coats or to toss shoes.

The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J,
      and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems 
      to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south 
      wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to 
      obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of 
      out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly 
      presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which 
      line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, 
      to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one 
      corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of 
      the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.

An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and
      dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at 
      the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the 
      base of the J lets out to the front porch.

"Hey guys." Alicia says from the kitchen as she opens up the fridge, rummaging
      around slightly, then pulls out a bag of carrot sticks. She pops an end 
      into her mouth, munching on it as she comes back into the living room to 
      listen.

Joey gets an even bigger look of surprise on her face, "Oh my god, that would
      have been useful information to have before making my choice! Geezus. 
      What if I'd picked one that woulda just killed me!?" She hurries the cup 
      to her lips and stares into it. "Hi Alicia-rhya," is offered with a 
      cup-induced echo.

Olga grins slightly at Joey's outburst, shrugging her shoulders, causing the
      blanket wrapped around her to heave and sag. "Naw, the ones that are 
      known to do it you weren't interested in, or, uh, t' be honest, weren't 
      interested in you. Don' worry," she answers the girl, tapping her cup of 
      soup with her fingers, and then taking a quick sip. The Theurge passes a 
      concerned look up at Alicia, a `what's the matter?` look, letting it hang 
      for a second before turning back to Joey.

The front door bangs open and Flash cries out, upon entering, "Loooooo-seeeee,
      I'm hoooooo-ooooooome!"

Opening her mouth to say something, Alicia closes it and then heads back into
      the kitchen, muttering something about how these carrots need chocolate 
      sauce.

Joey looks up at the door and the outburst and grimaces. Her legs come up on
      the couch as she continues to hold her cup to her lips. The cub looks 
      rather unthrilled about the newcomer.

Olga complains about Flash's entry with a gruff "Oh, Jesus." Alicia's leaving
      gets a slightly exasperated look as the Fostern heads into the back, and 
      then Olga turns back to the entering Ragabash, bracing herself and taking 
      another sip of soup.

Flash hip-bumps the door shut and wriggles out of his denim jacket. He's
      looking a little scruffy, as if he'd slept out in the woods. "Hi, ladies, 
      what's the business? You still learning-disabled, Jo-jo?"

In the back of the house, Alicia fishes out some icecream from the freezer and
      plops it down on the table, opening up the top. She dips a carrot inside, 
      spoons it around, then takes a munch.

Joey looks up at the other with a scowl. "You still a flaming cock-knocker
      Flash?" The soup is focused on once again, and she lets out a huff.

Olga's about to conjure up some retort, but Joey's seems to suit her quite well
      and her sour mood passes quickly away and a big grin stretches across her 
      face. She dips down her head to her cup of soup and merrily takes another 
      sip.

Flash grins, too, and tosses the jeans-jacket at Joey, soup-eating or no. "No
      way, sexy. Last night, I found JESUS." He follows the jacket into the 
      room, sauntering.

Joey lifts a hand to thwart the attack, smirking at the obnoxious Garou as she
      guards her soup. "I really doubt that." She glances to Olga and looks at 
      her mentor curiously.

"`Get thee behind me, Satan,`" Olga notes wrily, letting her empty cup down to
      the ground. The Theurge looks over at the jacket now on her cub with a 
      critical air, mouth hanging slightly open as she does.

"Inhale, exhale," Flash advises the Gnawer Theurge, noting her mouth-opened
      stare. Then, to the cub, and in a tone of perfect friendliness, "So, you 
      picked a tribe yet, Jo-jo?"

Joey gives a faint nod, "Yah, Gnawers." She glances to Olga again, watching her
      reaction.

Olga ignores Flash and gives Joey a quick twisting grin at her answer. She
      reaches out from her little blanket nest on the couch, putting a hand 
      down on the floor to steady herself, and drags the jacket from the cub to 
      the floor. "There you go," she says, sounding rather satisfied with 
      herself.

Flash nods. "Too fucked up for the other tribes, huh?" he says in a tone of
      false sympathy. "Nobody else wanted you. Don't blame 'em. Hey, is that 
      ice cream I smell?" He turns his back on the pair and heads for the 
      kitchen.

In the back of the house, Alicia glances up slightly from her spot in the
      kitchen, having got lost in her own little world. She stops stirring the 
      carrot in the chocolate icecream and blinks a few times, watching Flash 
      approach.

Joey finishes her last sip of soup, and tightens her lips together. After a
      moment of stillness, the plastic cup she drank the soup from is hurled in 
      the direction of the kitchenbound ragabash. "I got to choose you retard! 
      Least I'm not someones fuck up, like you are!"

Olga's grin returns to her face in a, well, a flash, and she looks at the cub
      get up and fling her cup at the metis with a wide look of pride. The 
      Gnawer gets shabbily to her feet, swaying slightly, and she wraps her 
      blanket around her shoulders.

The cup hits Flash in the shoulder, and he pauses, turning back to look at her
      with a smug little smile. "A fuckup who, little dipstick, still out-ranks 
      you... and is still your better under the spirits and the Ways. 
      Fat-Ripper-yuf!" He turns toward Olga, folding his arms across his chest, 
      his smile vanishing. "Your cub attacked me without honor, from behind. I 
      demand satisfaction."

In the back of the house, Alicia lets out a loud breath and flops her head on
      the table, groaning to herself. "Flash, why do you always do that shit 
      for?" She asks. "Do you pick on cubs so that you can rile 'em up an 
      demand respect from them due to your rank, cuz' you can't get it from 
      your equals?"

Flash glances over toward the kitchen. "'Case you hadn't noticed, I rile up
      plenny'a cliaths and fostern and shit, too." Then he turns his attention 
      back to the Gnawers.

Joey startles slightly at Flash's reply, and looks to Olga to see what she'll
      do. She stands up though, turning to face her opponent. "If you outrank 
      me, then why did you go apeshit the day I called you -rhya?"

In the back of the house, "I've noticed you run real fast too when you rile 'em
      up." Alicia says with a smirk.

Olga stands just behind Joey, looking something like a little old Ukrainian
      lady with her 'kerchief and blanket. Her tone's tight but not loud. 
      "Girl's got a point, there, mule," she says. "You call yourself the 
      lowest of the low, you got no right to pull rank on anybody, and no right 
      to call me `honoured equal`, that's for fucking sure. You want your 
      `satisfaction`, you'll get it, but you'll have to change your name 'cause 
      I'm gonna beat you shitless afterwards."