Felicity

[hazlogs]

[11/06/97]

Pool Hall(#3490RJ)
Pool tables dominate the space of the hall, hardly yielding any space for the 
  motley crew of players chalking their sticks and eying the brandy bottle at 
  the bar lining one wall. The dust and scratches on all surfaces save the 
  green velvet lining the pool tables indicate this hall as skimping on 
  maintenance and cheap on cleaners. Its lack of flashy videogames and surplus 
  of toothless kibitzers underscores its appeal to the older crowd. No natural 
  sunlight is permitted into the hall, its lighting provided by bulbs swinging 
  from the ceiling.
A recent 'renovation' to the hall has caused many splinters and embdeed bullet 
  holes, adding much to the aged atmosphere. Ruddish stains, dark and ominous 
  even under the lights, refuse to be washed out of the floor.
A set of double doors, one locked, the other unlocked at the whims of the hall 
  manager, lead out to the street. Unobstructive doors behind the bar 
  undoubtedly lead to storerooms.

Felicity wanders into the pool hall with the curious and slightly wary air of 
  someone entering a place for the first time. The fedora is cocked back onto 
  her head, and her hands rest comfortably in the pockets of her jacket.

Felicity(#4122Pcer)
        At five and a half feet tall, Felicity isn't the tallest or most 
  imposing of women, but nevertheless she has a kind of quiet self-confidence 
  that puts her a bit beyond the mindless crowd. She's slender, attractive in 
  an intelligent kind of way, somewhere in her early twenties. Her hair is a 
  reddish blonde, strawberry mixed with rich honey with frames a 
  smooth-featured face with eyes a mixture of green and blue, a kind of 
  intense aquamarine.
        She's dressed comfortably, a gray ECU sweatshirt muting the curves of 
  her upper torso and a pair of blue jeans sheathing her legs in faded denim. 
  Brown and tan hiking shoes, broken in but still in good shape, adorn her 
  feet, and when outdoors she usually dons a brown leather bomber jacket and 
  often a fedora of the same shade. She wears a wristwatch but no jewelry. 

Her smile warming further, Sally says, "You know, you don't sound totally 
  convinced about that." Her eyes takes on the brightness of a shared secret.

Jeremy's eyes at least return the brightness as he watchs her. "Mmmmhhhmmm. I 
  could take some convincing, I think."

[Jeremy]
This man isn't very tall, just topping off at about average height for a male. 
  His build is rather athletic, looking muscular, strong and solid. His 
  features are rough hewn, attractive in a rugged way, but not incredibly so. 
  His eyes are a deep brown color, nothing notable though. He seems to squint 
  as he watches his surroundings, both of which he does often. His hair is 
  black, but cropped very close to his head, jsut long enough to be able to 
  part. While probably only in his mid twenties, he carries himself in a way 
  that makes him look a bit older before his time. He wears a pair of jeans, 
  and a collarless button down shirt, over which is thrown a rather bland 
  looking motorcycle jacket.

[Sally]
Tall and slender, this twenty-something woman stands before you clad in casual 
  outfit of denim jeans and matching shirt over which is a brown suede jacket 
  is worn. Her straight blonde hair falls just below the ends of the fringe 
  running along the back and arms of her coat, the light color of it a 
  pleasing contrast to the leather's rich brown.

[Cutter]
Six feet tall, skinny and lanky. His skin holds the pale pink hue of Irish 
  immigrants. Under a brown felt fedora a streak of orangey-red hair, shaved 
  at the sides, is pulled back into a small ponytail, emphasising the point to 
  his fake elf ears. Tied to the ponytail by a thong of leather, a black 
  feather dangles, usually over his shoulder. His black cotton trousers are 
  creased and unwrinkled over a pair of cheap-ass sneakers, and under a black 
  London Fog trench is a dark green silk shirt that complements his eyes 
  nicely. An oversized black leather dog collar with chromed spikes hangs 
  about his neck. If you hear him speak, you'd guess he was from New York City 
  or Chicago.
Carrying:
paper
Room Key

Cutter frowns and takes a long sip of his drink, staring darkly at it as if 
  there were something inside the glass that were broken.

Sally MacKay hmms, her eyes not leaving Jeremy's. "Think you could be 
  convinced, though?" She tilts her head a little, smile spreading further.

Felicity brightens slightly as she spots a familiar face, and the woman makes 
  her way through the pool hall toward Jeremy. "Hey, um--" Slight panic as she 
  forgets his name.

Jeremy replies to Sally lowly,"Probably, only way to know is to try thou..." 
  He trails off as Felicity approachs. The red head gets a long look from him 
  before he glances back quickly to Sally, a hint of an apology in his eyes. 
  Looking back quickly to Felicity he says,"Evening. Felicity, I believe it 
  was?"

Felicity grins, a bit sheepishly. "Yeah, but I've forgotten yours. Remembered 
  your face from the other night, though." She glances at Sally and looks the 
  other woman over, her manner amiable.

Sally MacKay's eyes also go to Felicity, amusement joining the warmth there. 
  "Hey," she greets the newcomer, then glances at Jeremy as she turns. "When 
  you're done chatting," her eyes touch upon the other woman again before 
  returning to the cop, "let me know. I can leave anytime." With that she 
  grins and heads back towards the bar.

Cutter slips a bill onto the bar, watching it to see that it doesn't change 
  denominations on him. "So. Since y'okay, I'll get outta here. See ya later, 
  maybe."

Sally MacKay slips back behind the bar, taking up drying glasses where she 
  left off before. She nods to Cutter and smiles at him in a sorta distracted 
  way. "Sure thing."

Jeremy smiles widely at Sally. "'Kay, kiddo," he offers quietly before 
  glancing back to Felicity. "Jeremy. Jeremy Anderson. Didn't expect to see a 
  lady like you in a place like this, I must admit."

Cutter slips away from the bar and between the tables on his way to the door. 
  "Have fun." he calls over his shoulder.

Sally MacKay's laughter follows after Cutter. "I will," she assures him.

Cutter steps outside to the street.
Cutter has left.

Felicity blinks. "Lady?" She smiles, wryly. "My blood's red, and - thank God - 
  I'm not _that_ isolated from the world." One shoulder lifts and falls in a 
  cheerful shrug. "I got a bit curious," he explains.

Jeremy sets his pool cue aside and nods slowly. "Well, I've heard a thing or 
  two about your ... relatives. I must admit some of them have prejudiced me. 
  It's nice to see they aren't all true though. Care to join me for a drink?" 
  He motions towards the bar.

Felicity smiles. "Sure."

Jeremy moves over towards the bar, or more specifically Sally. His eyes linger 
  on the blonde before he says,"Felicity, here's someone I'd like you to meet. 
  Felicity, Sally. Sally, Felicity. We all share a common ... relation. If you 
  understand my meaning."

Sally MacKay smiles playfully as the two approach. Setting down the towel with 
  a flourish, she smiles at them and says in her best bartender voice, "What 
  can I getcha?"

Felicity's eyebrows take a trip toward her hair, and she gives Sally a small 
  half-smile. "Bound by blood, huh?" She leans against the bar. "What d'you 
  have on tap?"

Jeremy nods slowly. "That is one way of putting it, sure."

"Relations, huh?" Sally asks, her curiosity becoming more serious as she looks 
  at the other woman, rattling off a list of brands as she does.

Felicity picks the first brand that sounds familiar; woman isn't too picky 
  about her beers. "Which branch?" she inquires.

Sally MacKay lifts one of the just dried glasses and turns to draw the drink. 
  Glancing back over her shoulder, she huhs?

Jeremy smirks faintly, and then says,"By a twist of fate I'm kin to the 
  Sisters." The big s there is easily enough heard as he says it.

Felicity adjusts the brim of her hat and brushes a stray lock of 
  strawberry-blonde hair from her forehead. Jeremy receives a warm smile at 
  that. "Must be interesting, that. Strong-willed aunts, eh?"

Sally MacKay turns back, setting the mug before Felicity. "Branch?" she asks, 
  after the 'huh?' fails to gain her the answer.

Jeremy glances over to Sally, his brow furrowing in consideration. Then, very 
  lowly he says,"She's asking which tribe we are a related to, specifically."

Felicity glances back at Sally and makes a vague gesture. "You know..." Jeremy 
  comes to the rescue, then, and she nods.

Sally MacKay leans one elbow onto the bar and keeps her voice down, even 
  though there are few around to hear. "Tribe," there's little understanding 
  in her repeated word and she looks questioningly towards Jeremy.

Felicity blinks and taps the bar with her fingers abruptly. "Oh, _right_." She 
  turns to Sally. "Scott mentioned you to me, I think."

Sally MacKay's eyebrows raise and she smiles. "Did he now?" she asks as her 
  eyes move towards him.

Felicity smiles warmly at the other woman. "New to the club, right?"

Jeremy furrows his brow and then explains quietly,"/They/ are divided into 
  different tribes, sort of like clans in old Scottland."

"Yeah, you could say that," Sally doesn't sound overly pleased at her new gift 
  memership, though.

Felicity's expression is sympathetic. "Hey, it's not all that bad. You should 
  see what they do to those who have _full_ membership. Instead of just being 
  relatives like us."

Sally MacKay snorts softly. "So I heard." She shakes her head before asking, 
  "You've known long?"

"All my life," The Fang Kinswoman answers. "Well, most of it, anyway. For as 
  long as I can remember."

Sally MacKay's eyebrows raise. "Really? Huh." She returns to drying the last 
  few glasses. "Must seem normal, then?" Her voice drops and she seems to be 
  speaking almost to herself, "No monsters for you."

Felicity sips at her beer and shakes her head. "No, no monsters. Of course, 
  things seem odd here. More full members than people like us." She shakes her 
  head slightly. "It's different back home."

After giving her head another shake, Sally lifts the tray and moves down the 
  bar a bit and starts stacking them. "Where're you from?"

Felicity takes another draught of beer, wetting her lips before answering. 
  "North Carolina. Born on Long Island, though."

Sally MacKay chuckles, "No way. My family's from Westchester county, I go to 
  school here."

Jeremy seems about to speak when his cell-phone starts ringing. He furrows his 
  brow and fishses it out, flipping it open with a,"Hello?"

Felicity grins. "Way. I'm - well, _was_ - waaay over in Suffolk county. Then 
  my folks decided to join the rest of the damyankees and move down south. 
  It's okay, for the most part."

Sally MacKay returns the grin, appearing much more pleased to find a fellow 
  new Yorker than a fellow kinswoman. "Cool. Living out here now?" She glances 
  at Jeremy as he takes the call.

Felicity nods. "Probably going to hit the graduate department at SCCU."

Jeremy furrows his brow faintly, and seems to be listening to someone on the 
  other end.

Sally MacKay nods and repeats "Cool." More and more of her attention is 
  shifting to Jeremy, though. She raises her eyebrows questioningly.

Felicity follows Sally's glance with her eyes, and takes the brief lull in 
  conversation to sip her beer.

Felicity glances at her watch and grimaces slightly. "Hell," she says, softly. 
  "I've got to go."

Sally MacKay looks to her and raises a hand in farewell. "Catch you around," 
  she says, glancing back to Jeremy about midway through.

Felicity finishes off her beer and drops some cash to pay for it. She gives 
  Sally a warm smile. "Be seeing you." Jeremy gets a wave as she departs.