[Reagan Gallagher]
to Sandra Davenport
((mind if I join?))
[Sandra Davenport]
(Oh! hello! Sure!)
[Sandra Davenport]
Sandra has moved from the bus stop bench to a small cafe complete with wifi. She’s set up near the window, a coffee in hand as she flips through files on her VoodooPC laptop – a pretty teal color, with a butterfly ‘tattoo’ on the top of it. Obviously custom, well loved, and she seems perfectly at home working on it.
[Reagan Gallagher]
The coffee shop that is in downtown is a nice place to be, at some times… other times it can be hectic hell– that comming from Reagan… the coffee shop teenage worker girl.
She usually finds herself sitting at a table after work with mounds of homework.. and just not little bits here and there.. NO WAY, not reagan, she sit saround when theres work time and then takes the homework load home.
go her…
Too busy with homework to concentrate about her concerns at hand… her fire engine red hair hangs down around her petite shoulders, the top she wears is just a simple black t-shirt that forms to the way her pretty (not beautiful) body forms. her nose is lined in dusky golden freckles as is her cheeks. Her pants are black as well, work pants, flared and low rise. Her golden locket hangs ever present around her neck, the glyph for Fianna engraved beautifully into it. and her beautiful light green eyes skim the paper as she looks up from the calculator in her hand to see the girl on the laptop.
[Sandra Davenport]
You know how it is – eventually you notice it when someone’s looking at you and stuff. And Sandra, even as absent minded as she can be, she notices. She glances up, this girl who is certainly on the plain side of pretty, and studies Reagan for a moment. A bit of a smile, and she looks down to the file she’s working on.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Nice laptop.” a nod from reagan before back to that huge ass expensive calculator in her hands, then a glance to the text book, back to the calculator, and picks up her pencil again.
[Sandra Davenport]
That grin widens as fingertips slides over the edges of her ‘baby’. “thanks. Was a graduation gift. Custom built and everything. That calculater of yours isn’t too shabby either”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“It graphs, it’s what I was supposed to buy for the school year.” she shrugs, “Havent had time to download games onto it yet so that I dont have to pay attention in class… but I’m sure working on it.” she smiles, “Custom built? Very awesome.”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
to Reagan Gallagher, Sandra Davenport
((just watching for half a minute or so… ))
[Sandra Davenport]
She shrugs, and there’s a flicker of sadness across her expression, that’s by far more plain then pretty, and unadorned by makeup of any kind. “Was the last thing my dad got for me. So I tend to take real good care of it. Gotta say I’m glad to be outa the core classes now and into the funner stuff then maths.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Yea… future stuff got about half a year left before I spend my summer debating those future things.” she nods, notices the flicker of sadness, wondering idly if the woman’s parent passed too. “I’m reagan.” she nods and writes some stuff down on the paper towards a semi answer… half done. Good enough.
[Sandra Davenport]
“Sandra.” She sips her coffee, and grins. “High School senior, huh? I graduated a year early – hit the Art Institute last year to get all the basics out of the way. Now I get to play with pretty things. Much better then math and physics.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“I still have no sort of idea my plans about the future.” she says, “Just do a general major or something…” she shrugs, “What are you majoring in?”
[Sandra Davenport]
“Graphic Arts. Commercial print ad type things, most likely, though I’ll be able to do a variety of things and pick and choose what I want to do afterwards.” A slight shrug and a little grin. “I get to hide in a corner and play on my computer and get paid for it.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
she nods, “Always good to hide in a corner.” she smiles softly. Looking out the window again for a moment and then taking a drink of her by now, lukewarm coffee.
[Sandra Davenport]
“It’s my main goal. Never seems to happen for long though.” She pushes up her glasses, and shrugs. It doesn’t seem to bother her too much, but she does have that ‘wallflower’ look about her.
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan’s glasses that she should indeed be wearing while reading are hidden away in he rmuch too large black purse. She figures if she eats enough carrots she’ll be fine. “How’d you get into Graphic art stuff?” back out the window at the bus stop, and then to her homework, listening and working, she could multitask well.
[Sandra Davenport]
She shrugs, and pushes her hair back out of her face, before she answers. “I dunno. I just always thought I might be good at it. Always liked the commercials better then the tv programs – liked to write my own endings and stuff. Just kind of progressed from there.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
she nods, “Sounds like a lot of fun either way.”
[Sandra Davenport]
She nods, with a slight grin. “Keeps me busy.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“I’d give anything to relax these days.” reagan says, “I hate being busy.”
[Sandra Davenport]
She studies the girl a minute, then the pile of stuff on her table, before looking at her own things. “Yeah. High School shouldn’t be a big rush of busy crap. Should be able to relax some times, do things with your friends and such.” assuming one has friends with which to do things, of course.
[Reagan Gallagher]
Not that in the past month that she’s been in chicago she’s had time to make any outside of the nation friends… or many friends that were inside the nation either. Funny had things happen like that. a simple nod, “Yea, between work and school I dont have too much time.”
[Sandra Davenport]
“I’m lucky – don’t have to work while I’m in school, long as my grades keep up enough to keep my scholarship and all.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Definitly lucky for you. I’m working to save up for college.”
[Sandra Davenport]
“Apply for as many scholarships as you can handle – s’what I did. Glad too, as it lets me relax a little.” then she flushes, and ducks her head. “Got that sounded pompous, didn’t it. Sorry.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan shakes her head, not offended, “Na, you’re fine and that’s good advice. I’ve been looking into them. But I figure I’ll do the whole stereotypical just getting out of highschool thing… wait a year till college.”
[Sandra Davenport]
She smiles a little. “It’s only stereotypical if you backpack Europe for that year.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“The sad thing, is that I thought about it… or rather just chilling back in ireland with my grandda for a while.”
[Sandra Davenport]
“You’re from Ireland?” her eyes widen a little behind her glasses. “beats the hell outa going back to wisconsin..”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*he shuffled down the street, only having a loose idea in which direction Reagan was, he was still wearing the “brand new” clothes he had come by which were slowly starting to show where after a solid week of wearing only them, his coat was shoved into his pack which he held with one hand dangling*
*he changes directions at corners and ambled on trying to get a bearing*
[Reagan Gallagher]
“No, if I was from Ireland you wouldnt be able to understand what I’m sayin right now.” she chuckles, “My Mom was from ireland, she came over with my pa, they had me in Washington, lived there forever. I didnt go to ireland till my mom passed, but since I’ve been back to visit my grandda every summer.” she nods.
[Sandra Davenport]
“Oh. Yeah. That was kinda silly of me.” she blushes again, clearly very shy and easily flustered. She tucks her hair behind her ear and studies her computer a minute, before looking over at Reagan with a sheepish grin. “Least you didn’t make a cheesehead joke. I get them all the time.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
she chuckles, and nods, seeing her look toward her computer, “What’re you working on? It has to be infinitly more interesting than some trig formula.”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*the Fang had walked by the shop earlier and hadn’t seen her in there, not that he was worried, his thoughts never went in that direction. Again, he walked past the window of the shop*
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan was sitting by the window, by the table that Sandra was sitting at… also by the window. She barely caught the glimpse of him as he walked by, interested in what Sandra was doing… a soft smile… or something of the sort leaning towards a smile… a lift of her hand as a wave… if he even saw it.
[Sandra Davenport]
“Hm? Oh!” She turns the laptop toward Regan so she can see the screen. “It’s a color exercise. Using black and white, we have to get a never ending pattern – create an optical illusion.”
She certainly seems to have the hang of it, too, by the looks of the photoshop file she’s been working on idly. The pattern seems to delve right into the computer, without stopping.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she squinted for am oment, a slight intake of air… “It hurts my eyes slightly. But it’s very cool. I’d never be able to do anything like that.”
[Sandra Davenport]
“Sure ya could. It’s really not that hard, though it can give ya a headache if you work on it too long. Doing stuff like this is probably why I wear classes” She pushes them up on her nose again, sheepishly.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she nodded. “I’m supposed to wear glasses when I’m reading and doing homework and stuff… but I just… yea, hate them, hates definitly the right word.”
[Sandra Davenport]
(Classes=glasses of course)
[Sandra Davenport]
She grins a little. “Me too, but I been wearing them since 3rd grade, so. Kinda never gonna get rid of em.”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*he tilted his head to the side a little and gave the red-head a small tender smile, and walks back towards the entrance… hesitant to interupt her. And then he starts trying to place the face of the other girl Reagan was talking to… a friend?*
[Reagan Gallagher]
a nod to Sandra, “My ma used to make me wear them, but I secretly never did whenever I would go to school when I was little. And I’ve never gotten around to getting contacts… which I have no idea why.”
she catches his smile, and nods as in give me a hug or something before you decide to continue on.
[Sandra Davenport]
She’s not a pretty girl, Sandra. Not according to the magazines, or papers, or even those that hobnob along Chicago’s streets. She’s rather plain, unobtrusive, and shy. “Got so bad I walk into things when I don’t wear them, so. I gave up and kept them on…”
She trails off though, seeing the man and the look between them, and ducks her head toward her screen again, so as not to interrupt those who clearly know each other.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Luckily my vision isnt that bad. Just bad enough that I might cause a wreck if I ever decide to get a liscence.”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*once inside he meanders a bit, pretending to be interested in a ridiculous assortment of cookies with names that seem to him entirely un-cookie like, not quite being able to take it much more, he walks over to Reagan and company and says almost in a boyish rush to speak*
“Missed you.”
*he gives the other girl (if she looks) a look and smiles with enough charm to at least give her a stumble if not make her feel welcomed to know him*
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*he’s six foot, and seems to be at least twenty, hes cute enough, but with a ragged beard of a week or two’s growth, his hair is unkept and his clothes showing their wear, but in the fashion of the times, he accidently almost fits in*
[Sandra Davenport]
she flushes, blushing deeply as the man smiles at her, and hides her head, watching her computer screen.
[Reagan Gallagher]
She figures Vorth has that effect on women, she nods to him, “Missed you too.” she smiles, moving some of her stuff out of the way so he could have some, “Was just talking to this woman, she has a killer design made that hurt my eyes.” she smiles.
[Sandra Davenport]
That makes her blush even more, but she glances up at them, and turns the laptop so it can be seen again.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*as he sits, he just barely touches Reagans thigh with the hand closest to her, and when it pulls back, leaves a note resting on her lap. Content to just hear her talk, he says to Reagan*
“Such a talent? *he smiles again at Sandra* Making people’s eyes hurt as a hobby or a job?”
*easily meant it as a joke*
[Reagan Gallagher]
she felt the note resting on her leg and gave him a slight questioning look before putting the note in her pocket. “I think it’s pretty sweet. Look at it.” she smiles. For once she wasnt the one blushing all the time.
[Sandra Davenport]
She shifts her weight in her chair, and pushes her hair behind her ear, before she shrugs slightly. “School assignment, actually.” barely murmured.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
to Sandra Davenport
((*L* go figure me being all nutty, but should I roll for Vorth to notice anything about the pic or just flow with it? I know it sounds obnoxious… *G*))
[Sandra Davenport]
to Vorthsven Silver Fang
(NOthing to notice, just a spacial black and white never ending pattern, optical illusion. (smile))
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
“Oh.”
*he looked Sandra over, trying to piece together what kinda of school she would be going to, Vorth doesn’t seem to rush to look at her computer only rests a hand on the table in front of him and rubs a nail on it*
[Sandra Davenport]
to Vorthsven Silver Fang
(However, Sandra, on the other hand, has PureBreed 2. Fenrir.)
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Like I said, I would suck at the kind of stuff.” she nods a soft smile to sandra as she closes her trig book, and then looks over at Vorth, “Want anything to eat or drink? My coffee’s cold, figure I’d go get a new one.”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
“I can get it.”
*he’s quick to do something for her, blurring their roles in Garou society, he stands up having only been seated a few seconds and says again*
“What can I get you? And would your friend like anything?”
[Sandra Davenport]
She shrugs, embarrassed, but pleased a little too. She messes with the ends of a lock of hair, before pushing it back, and then shakes her head as the man offers to get her something too. “No thanks, I’m fine.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
his offer to do it… well it was surprising to say the least to reagan… She would get them coffee and do all that stuff… so it was surprising he the garou, was getting up to grab a simple cup of coffee, for her, the Kin. she digs in her pocket and pulls out a twenty, “ONe of the chocolate chip muffins we have up at the counter please… and… uh… just a regular cup of caffeinated joe, please.” she smiles, “And of course, whatever sounds good to you.” she hands him the twenty, a soft smile, surprised still. she looks to Sandra, “You sure? I’ll buy.”
[Sandra Davenport]
She smiles a little, and shakes her head. “I’m sure, thank you though. ”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*though not about to show it, Vorth was relieved when she gave him the money, he had a few dollars and a bag of loose coin but probably not enough for this place. Once the two decide that he was only to get Reagan something he turned and made his way up front*
“Be back, twee.”
*he had used the north midwest term a few times, Minnesotan for cute or pretty*
[Reagan Gallagher]
while he was going to get the stuff she pullled the note out of her pocket, carefully unfolding it and putting it in a text book that she was supposed to read from, then looked to Sandra, “What other classes do you take? Or is it just a main class that you have to?” a slight tilt of her head to Sandra listening and reading whatever was written at the same time.
[Sandra Davenport]
She clears her throat, slightly. and peeks up again, before pushing up her glasses. “This one is one of 5 that I’m taking right now. One of the more fun ones.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
she nodded, “Sorry if I’m asking so many questions, guess I’m curious about college stuff.”
[Sandra Davenport]
She smiles, shyly. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” a pause, and then, after chewing on her bottom lip, slightly. “If you want, maybe sometime I could show you the campus of the Institute.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“You mean the art institute here?” she thinks about her question for amoment as she looks at the note and smiles to Sandra, “Sorry, dumb question. I think that’d be great, maybe I can find something I like there, eh?”
[Sandra Davenport]
She nods, and pushes her hair back again. “Yeah. They’ve a lot of different kinds of classes, and I could show you around and stuff. ” smiles a little, shyly. “Never know till you look, and all.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
to Sandra Davenport
((she might have noticed Reagan’s necklace if she knows the glyphs for the different tribes, reagan wears one for the Fianna.))
[Reagan Gallagher]
“What all do they offer?” she asks, “I mean I know it’s art… but like… what different kinds.”
[Sandra Davenport]
to Reagan Gallagher
(Don’t think she’s looked at her long enough to do so. She’s pretty uber wallflower shy. Vorthsven may notice her purebreed, however.)
[Sandra Davenport]
“All kinds. from food, to standard art, to archetecture and fashion and film and stuff too. A little bit of everything artsy.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan reads the note as she talks to Sandra, the note that makes her get kinda teary eyed and smile at the same time… and then slightly teary eyed again… Gaia… she’s acting like a girl. Really… really like a girl…
an intake of air to keep it at bay. She listened patiently to what Sandra said for amoment, nodded, smiled, “Awesome…” she’s standing up about now, putting the note back in her pocket, “Hey.. when the man I was with comes back, can you tell him I went to use the bathroom? I’ll be right back though.” she nods to Sandra, a soft smile, composed.
And off she scuttles, to the bathroom, to stop acting like a girl.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*he gets back to the table and seems a little perplexed as he places the drinks and food on the table*
“uh… where’s Reagan?”
[Sandra Davenport]
She nods, slightly, and considers folding into a very tiny ball and disappearing, but being as that is kind of impossible, she just props her foot on her chair by her hip and takes a steadying breath. Talking to another girl her age is one thing. Now she’ll have to pass a message. She pushes up her glasses again, and fiddles with her design on the computer screen while she waits.
[Sandra Davenport]
Then clears her throat, and nods. “Bathroom. She said to tell you.” duh. That’s brilliant, Sandra.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*he doesn’t glance around for Reagan, content once the woman tells him where she went, instead his eyes trance on Sandra. It is not staring, rather assessing, which seems less offensive and more practical. There’s something about Sandra that is making him want to challenge her… even though she seems to want to shy away*
[Sandra Davenport]
She peeks at him, slightly, and then ducks her head away. She’s not used to being looked at, at all. She’s not a pretty girl. She’s not thin model typical standard of beauty by a long shot. She doesn’t get looked at twice, and he’s….looking at her again.
[Reagan Gallagher]
The bathroom of the coffee shop for the women is an interesting place indeed, with it’s decorated walls, plush comfy pink toilette seat… the magazines and all that other stuff that makes a women’s bathroom in a coffee shop–well… to put it anyway better would be… a woman’s bathroom.
She didnt use the bathroom, just put the toilette seat down and sat down… what have I gotten myself into… I’m always going to worry now…
She sat back and read the letter again, getting teary eyed… again, she quickly fans her hands in front of her face, which doesnt help the girlyness, takes a deep breath… and decides to just deal with the teary eyes that come with everything for the moment.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*the man before Sandra takes on the appearance of a ruling lord, his True Breeding ((Pure Blood 3)) radiates out from with in, offering comfort to the weak and rage to his enemies, the wolf within seems to want to call out the stranger in front of him, and this makes Vorth even more curious*
“Been in the city long?”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
to Sandra Davenport
((hey, thought I’de say hi. Umm… was told I might notice something about Sandra *L* it’s cool to follow this idea *points at post above*?))
[Sandra Davenport]
to Vorthsven Silver Fang
(Yes – as I said before (though you may have missed it) – he would likely note her pb of 2.)
[Sandra Davenport]
She nods, slightly. “A little over a year. It’s my second year at the Art Institute.”
[Kendra Peterman]
to Reagan Gallagher, Sandra Davenport, Vorthsven Silver Fang
(( I gather yer in a coffee shop? :P ))
[Sandra Davenport]
to Kendra Peterman, Reagan Gallagher, Vorthsven Silver Fang
(Yes, the one Reagan works in.)
[Reagan Gallagher]
It wasnt long in the bathroom before Reagan hears a knock, “yea?”
an older woman, who had to actually use the bathroom for it’s purpose. “Can I get in here anytime soon?”
Reagan blushed and nodded, washing her hands anyways and then hurried out. “Sorry m’am.” and then she hurries back to the table, looking for food or something and trying to seem as if nothing is different.
[Reagan Gallagher]
to Kendra Peterman, Sandra Davenport, Vorthsven Silver Fang
((that we are))
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*he voice rings with strength granted by Gaia to rule the Garou, and perhaps this is what makes his next question even more demanding*
“And how’d you happen to meet Reagan?”
[Sandra Davenport]
She swallows. Hard. Her voice softer still. “I was just sitting here – she liked my computer, we started talking, that’s all.”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
to Sandra Davenport
((I am guessing that Pure Blood sorta makes it a “pissing” match (pardon the word) Vorth can feel it though he doesn’t know that it’s that causing the sudden need to challenge Sandra… if any of this doesn’t work for you, just shout and we figure it was just a bad piece of meat he ate *L*))
[Sandra Davenport]
to Vorthsven Silver Fang
(Well, she’s kinfolk. It’s more an indicator that she’s got purity and hero’s blood. Most garou can tell that it exists and what it is, some can even tell what tribe. She’ll be absolutely respectful and offering him answers to any and all questions. So he’s fine. (smile))
[Reagan Gallagher]
She takes a bite of her muffin, “It’s a sweet computer too.” she nodded.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*without even thinking about it, the man shifts his arms and his shoulders tense up making him seem larger, he just starts to notice the hair on his neck prickling up when he says*
“Oh. Thought maybe you knew her. You look familiar…”
[Kendra Peterman]
The night was surprisingly warm– this seemed a trend since roughly Halloween, having abnormally warm weather for November in Chicago. To celebrate, Kendra was dressed a little lighter than the big coats she’s had thrown at her in retaliation to her wandering the cold streets weeks ago in her T-shirt and jeans. Now she was wearing, well, her jeans, all ripped to hell with knee holes large enough to drop babies through, a pair of slightly scuffed but relatively new black sneakers, and a fuzzy white turtleneck sweater.
She was walking along the night sidewalk in downtown Chicago, the ritzier cleaner part of town, with Princess walking along with her. Kendra’s chapstick-coated lips were slightly pursed and her chin was tilted upward, dark green eyes focused upon the gibbous moon hanging heavy in the sky with little more than a few small fluffy clouds tickling its sides every now and again. She didn’t have to worry about watching where she was going, really. There was little risk that a Galliard during her moon had to worry about bumping into anybody, they tended to move out of the way when they realized her Rage.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she looks over to Vorth and realizes he’s scaring the hell out of Sandra, she swallows her bite and gently lays a hand on his arm, as if saying relax a little.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*the presence of Reagan, seems to pull him back from the wyld within, the wolf is tamed by her voice and Vorth is always aware of her when she’s around, he says*
“Hmm. Is that the right muffin?”
[Sandra Davenport]
She swallows, hard, again, intently studying her hands, as she wishes for all the world that a hole would swallow her completely. “No, just met her. I’m sorry, sir, if I offended in any way.” She shoves her glasses up, and they slide down her nose again, and she spends time praying that her deoderent continues to work and not cause unslightly pitstains or anything else gross.
[Princess Wolf]
“Guitar, guitar, guitar; d’you think the moon could be a guitar?”
Yes, there’s Princess, at Kendra’s side. The pair of (garou; monsters) girls are strolling, and easily; Princess’ movements are careful, and the care is careful care, which is to say, slightly over-exaggerated, slightly slow, and there’s a glass-brightness to her fey smoke-gray/knife-glint eye/s.
Princess takes a few strides ahead of Kendra, and then turns around, so she’s walking backwards, and then she tilts her head back to look at the same moon Kendra’s looking at.
Of course, now she’s not looking to see where she’s going, but that’s of no concern. The fire hydrants, doubtless, will move out of the way.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she nodded, squeezing his arm softly and then looking from him to Sandra back to him, “Perfect kind.” and then her hand leaves his arm as she picks up the warm cup of coffee and takes a sip.
[Kendra Peterman]
“Nah… I think th’moon’d be a fiddle.”
A slow smile crept across the smaller, possibly younger, possibly older girl’s face, and she turned her chin down to look at Princess. Her arms moved, folding securely behind her back, and she took the moment to make a quick sweeping glance about the street. It was pretty late, so there weren’t very many people out at all. But still, the occasional few people would slide by, skidding quickly and quietly past the girls to avoid them. This was Chicago, a major city, and there were always tourists about here.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*his back slackens and his arm tingle and softens where Reagan touches him, he seems shocked by Sandra’s response and says with his most kind charm*
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t meaning anything by it… I was just thinking you look like someone.”
*and then he gives Reagan a small almost hint look*
“Like a lost cousin or something from when I was a kid.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
she took a chunk off of her muffin and then chewed it slowly as she thought about what he said… an ‘ooo’ expression caught her face and she moved her hand to her locket as if indicating ‘this kinda cousin?’
[Sandra Davenport]
She manages a slight smile, but still can’t quite look up at Vorthsven to see if he’s relaxed, or if she’s in trouble, and with her mind going so quickly she doesn’t really understand what he’s saying, exactly. Or even Reagan’s reaction or question either.
Instead, she fiddles with her keyboard, saving her work over and over again, nervously.
[Princess Wolf]
“A fiddle? Hmmmmm–” Princess’ head remains tipped back, and her eyes remain, for a moment, fastened on the gibbous moon (the galliard’s moon, the poet’s moon).
Then she half-shuts her eyes, lashes all bearily blending together, and she lifts her hands – like so – and, yes, “like so” means air-fiddle – and “plays” a few chords. She has no idea how to play the fiddle, not really; but she’s seen enough television to believe she can fake it well enough, and she plays the guitar, and there are similarities. Right?
“–mmmmmmmmm. A fiddle? Devil went down to Georgia he was … Lookin’ for some time to kill… Yeah, okay! A fiddle! Or a tambouri–fuck.”
No,
[Princess Wolf]
No, the fire hydrant didn’t move out of the way.
[Princess Wolf]
ooc: I swear, I didn’t press send!
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*with just the slightest shrug of his eyes when Reagan touches her locket, Vorth rolls his eyes to the necklace and then at Sandra and raises his shoulders ever so slightly*
“I really didn’t mean anything by it. Eh… I don’t even know your name. ”
*he tries to give a soft laugh*
“Trade you, my apology for just a small, tiny, smidgen of a hint of a okay.”
[Sandra Davenport]
Softly, very softly. “Sandra. Sandra Davenport.”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
((I could sit here all night and watch Princess walk down random streets *L*))
[Kendra Peterman]
“Soul ta steal. ‘E was in a bind ‘cos he was way behind ‘n he was willin’ ta make a deal.”
Kendra’s was a face that rarely seemed to stop smiling. Even when her lips weren’t curved and her cheeks weren’t lifted in a physical smile, there was a constant twinkle of good humor in her eyes, and the basic structure and features of her face just made her seem inately good natured. So, it was no surprise that she seemed to smile kindly when the other girl tripped back over the fire hydrant and stumbled. Shaking her head a little, the Galliard took a few quick steps foreward, catching up to her Philodox packmate, and snagged a hold of her shirt to steady her and get her walking straight again.
“Yeah, fiddle. Fiddle’s versetile, jus’ like th’moon. C’n play it sophisticated fer th’cities ‘n high courts, ‘r with some sweet country twang out in th’sticks. An’ th’moon’s in all’a them places, so I figger fiddle best suits ‘er.”
[Princess Wolf]
(( Er, Princess isn’t quite sure how to take that. ^_~ ))
[Reagan Gallagher]
She took a sip of coffee and closed her books, all of them, it was too late to study or to study and carea bout the material. she rested her head in her hand, her elbow on the table, not terribly tired, but not terribly awake either.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*when he speaks, the Minnesotan accent makes his name sound like he’s saying ‘orsden, though clearly the unconscious mind hears the V*
“I’m Vorthsven and I really do mean it… sorry. I get a little out of it… haven’t been sleeping well.”
*looks at Reagan and begs her to help him out of it, even though he does quite understand HOW he got into the mess*
[Reagan Gallagher]
“He’s really a big teddy bear.” she says, her head still in her hand catching his help me out look. She chuckles, “DOnt let him intimidate ya.” she smiles with a nod, head still in her hand.
[Sandra Davenport]
She takes a deep breath, and forces her shoulders back straight, and looks over… somewhere in the vacinity of Vorthsven and Reagan, and attempts a smile. It… doesn’t work very well, but it’s an attempt. “I…” no, that won’t work. Try again. all in a rush. “I just haven’t had anyone bristle that way around me since I was at home, really, and I wasn’t expecting it and I’m sorry if I offended anyone and maybe I should just go, yeah, maybe I should go…” and she starts to shut down her computer.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*her voice hurts a little, he had to go and help with the coming war, but his aching to sit here with Reagan made standing too hard a task, his slid his hand over into her lap and ran his nail on the fabric of her clothes*
*if she looks at him, Vorth knows he’s going to choke on the air in his lungs*
[Princess Wolf]
That’s the thing about these two. Kendra, she has a mouth which usually smiles; Princess, she doesn’t. Usually smile. The expression her features fall into, when she isn’t paying attention, is a serious one; not grave, not cynical and world-weary, not serious because of the things she’s seen. Serious, because of the things there are to think about; serious, because there’s a job to do, and a story to live. It’s not off-putting. It just is.
Just is, the way Kendra’s hand just is there at the right moment to snag Princess’ shirt, which gives out a little bleet of protest (whyyy), the seams unhappy, and her fingers clamp on Kendra’s arm, and her eyes have widened.
Still glass bright, and still attentive; focused. She gives a soft shake of her head, and then laughs: low and soft in the back of her throat, but amused at herself. The laugh evolves into a giggle, and she shakes her head again; tugs her shirt down over her hip.
“That is amazing, Kendra; that’s perfect. Do you know how to play the fiddle? Can you play the Devil went down to Georgia? Did you know there was a sequel?”
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan takes her head out of her hand for amoment and then feels vorth’s hand, a slight smile as she picks up a peice of paper and writes her numbers for Sandra, “Here…” she hands them to Sandra, “Please, give me a call sometime, I’d like to see the campus.” she smiles a soft and careing nod.
she looks over at Vorth, a soft smile, before back to Sandra.
[Sandra Davenport]
She nods, and reaches out to take the number. “S…sure, no problem.” and she takes the time to write her’s down as well and give it to Reagan. She then closes her laptop and goes about putting it into it’s carrying bag, and making sure to clean up her table so someone else doesn’t have too.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*figures he’s done enough damage and that Reagan’s not going to… well to be honest HE’S the one not going to be happy about leaving her so quick, but deep inside, his rage says, “yeah woman leave, then we hunt you and figure out who you are” his hand tenses a little in Reagan’s lap when he starts down this path of emotions*
[Kendra Peterman]
Kendra let go of the girl’s shirt when she got her balance again and slid her hands into her pants pockets, continuing up the sidewalk. She didn’t mind the fingers clamping and squeezing at her arm. She wasn’t iffy about physical contact or invasion of personal space or anything like that, and she wasn’t concerned with bruises. You needed to have fat on top of your muscles for those to come easily, and living the life of a Garou… well, it was difficult to be chubby in her line of work. Besides, she’d been grabbed harder by much stronger people.
So, pace still even and calm, eyes still idly searching the streets, sidewalk, shops and skies alike, she chuckled softly, the sound warm and natural like honey. “Yeah, I know fiddle. Fiddle ‘n harmonica.” Wow, she really was genuine country, wasn’t she?
[Reagan Gallagher]
she takes the number and puts it in her pocket, and smiles to Sandra, “See ya around.” she nods, and then looks to Vorth, feeling his hand tense, “What’s wrong?”
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
to Reagan Gallagher, Sandra Davenport
((eyes are pulsating… *L* sleep come soon))
[Sandra Davenport]
She scoops the rest of the crumbs into her cup, and sets it carefully on the edge of the table before she slides on her coat and stands. Slinging her backpack and her laptop bag over her shoulder, she swallows hard at the spike from Vorthsven again and with a wan smile for Reagan, she hurries out the door, not caring if she runs into anyone outside the doors – though hoping she doesn’t plow anyone over.
[Evan McCollach]
He made sure that wherever he walked around the city now, was most definately not marked by another pack. He made sure that he didn’t wander off into anyone’s land again, however he wasn’t sure if Thaney was okay. She was suppose to drop in again with some food, but that was about half an hour again. Where was she?
And through the totem link he just questioned: ~Thaney you okay?~
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*he was watching Sandra pack, his eyes looking like a focus lupus wanting to give chase, always chase those that run… but he jerks his head to look at Reagan when she speaks*
“Wrong? Her. She got something hiding in her. Couldn’t figure it out.”
“Oh Reagan… I have to leave…”
*the change in conversation was fast… and showed too many feelings coming from within the man*
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
to Reagan Gallagher, Sandra Davenport
((that was super fun time for me… thanks you two *S*))
[Princess Wolf]
“Do you have one?” To Princess, the existence of an instrument that somebody she knows can play, can actually pull music from, is certainly cause for excitement, if not an all out hunt. Her head lifts, and her chin tilts up, and she regards Kendra (who is so, after all, small) with a gaze that slants down her cheekbones. “A fiddle or a harmonica? Hey,” and she stops, and gives Kendra a sharp look.
“Hey, did you learn the harmonica from an ex-co–”
And, through their brains like a shot or a midi which you just didn’t expect when you clicked on that website, Evan’s voice. “Huh? Ye-e-e-e-es?”
Yes, she says it aloud. “Yes, I’m quite–erk. Do you think I should sober up, Ken?” This, said quietly, and with another slight shake of her head. Before she gets an answer, she runs her fingers through her hair, and says, “Oh, damn; the food. Quick-E Mart!”
[Reagan Gallagher]
she put her hand on his, a soft sigh left her lips but she nodded, “Tell me before you go off to fight.” she says… she’s not going to argue him leaving the coffee shop, or him going off to fight in whatever was happening out there… or that he may not be back for a while. No, becuase it wasnt her place to do so. But she couldnt help but sigh, and she couldnt help but worry, but she’s not questioning, but there’s sadness in her eyes, “DOnt leave me without saying goodbye… I dont care the time or night… or day.” she nodded, and her hand gently let go of his, lingering for a moment as if she didnt want to… but she did. Becuase that was what she had to do.
[Sandra Davenport]
Outside. Fresh air. A big breath, and perhaps some semblance of normality. It’s been a long time since she’s felt that way. She knew there must be some here in Chicago, but it was a big city, and she had been here over a year already.
Well, it was only a matter of time. She takes a moment to compose herself, and then starts to walk toward the campus. Too late for the bus, though perhaps she’ll take the el. Either way, it isn’t too far. Just enough time to get her balance back, maybe.
[Kendra Peterman]
It seemed, somewhere along the lines, Thaney and Kendra decided to switch up their roles. Where the Galliard was traditionally the Fianna that was most energetic, giddy and up-beat and the Philodox, while good-humored, was a little calmer, Kendra found herself smiling quietly and shaking her head while Princess enjoyed an alcoholic buzz and babbled herself happy. Without answering verbally, she slipped her fingers into the surprisingly deep back pocket of her pants and withdrew an old, slightly battered tin harmonica.
Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and the harmonica was brought to her mouth. A quick glance about was made to evaluate where the nearest mini-mart would be located, and upon deciding the best direction to take, she nodded in it, started walking, and began playing her harmonica as she went.
Her choice of tune?
The very quick, very up-beat Devil Went Down To Georgia.
[Vorthsven Silver Fang]
*it took less than a closing of her eyes, his arms were are her holding with such desperation, and he almost didn’t let go, but pulling back he kissed her twice, the head then a peck on the lips and stood up*
“Yes mam. Understood. And… ”
*his joke only made his look of pain match hers with equal verocity*
“…well twee, miss ya.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
three perfect places in the world, Ireland curled up in front of the fire in her grandfather’s house, when she was a child in her mothers arms, and now In vorth’s arms. “Miss ya too.” he nearly took her breath away with his hug, more or so did. And then it was over, too short the feeling of his lips lingered on her forehead, on her lips, and she watched as he left.
Then, she packed her books back into her bag, helped clean up the coffee shop a little, a nod given to a couple of her coworkers, and then… she was out of the shop, to the street and hailing a taxi… to get her home.
((Thanks for the sceneage all!))
[Sandra Davenport]
(Thank you for the scene!)