[ooc]
to Sandra Davenport
((hey, mind if a bring a charachter in?))
[ooc]
to Sandra Davenport
((if you’re still there that is *s*))
[Sandra Davenport]
(Oh! hello!)
[Sandra Davenport]
to ooc
(certainly.)
[ooc]
to Sandra Davenport
((*s* want the one she’s already met, the Fianna, or do you want the Silver fang kin?))
[Sandra Davenport]
to ooc
(That is entirely up to you.)
[ooc]
to Sandra Davenport
((lol. I can do either. *s* I’ll bring in Reagan, I’m pretty sure Sandra would shy from the Silver fang, she’s pretty intense… and I doubt they’d get along at all. lol.)
[Reagan Gallagher]
to Sandra Davenport
((wanna kick it off? or do you want me to?))
[Sandra Davenport]
to Reagan Gallagher
(Be my guest.)
[Reagan Gallagher]
It’s never hard to find a fire engine red headed girl with absolutely too much on her plate. Nor is it ever hard to catch her at her normal haunts even if there’s no one looking for her. Said haunt: Coffee shop… ah… isnt it great to have a place like this open at the late hours of a very cold very windy chicago night?
Beautiful green eyes peek out the window of the coffe shop, she sits at her normal table with her normal cup of coffee in front of her. Her fire engine red hair is down along her shoulders, wearing a black teeshirt with a band on the front, form fitting to her pretty form. Hip hugging blue jeans… she’s got to wear em all the time, becuase she’ll miss them once maternity clothes end up happening.
[Sandra Davenport]
The bell above the door rings as a bundled up Sandra slips in. She hates those stupid things – announcing to the world that someone’s come in, letting all eyes turn and stare, if only briefly. She keeps her head down as she pulls the knit hat off her hair and pulls her glasses off as they fog up with the warmth inside. Biting the earpiece of her glasses to hold them, she shoves her hat into the laptop bag that hangs at her hip from the strap across the other shoulder, followed by her gloves, after which she rubs her hands together and moves toward the counter to order something to warm her up before she trudges the rest of the way home.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she looks up as the door bell rang. Reagan the only late night customer in there it seems now has slight company. The person at the counter is tired anr eady to go home, but the place doesnt close till1… great deal. She has to think for a secondto realize who Sandra is, “Late night, eh?” her voice says, that tired, taken on the weight of the world, confused voice that so is part of her these days, even though she doesnt want it to be.
[Sandra Davenport]
“Huh?” Oh, brilliant come back. She wipes her glasses off and puts them back in place before looking at the woman behind the counter, and at Reagan. a slight nod, as she folds her arms across her belly. “Yeah. Research.”
Her voice is soft, as she unzips her coat, and then finally orders a single cup of coffee – black.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“How did that project go?” she asks, “The optical illusion one?”
[Sandra Davenport]
Blinks. She’s surprised that the girl remembered, and the smile appears – brief as always, then flittering away. “Good. Got an A.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan remembers everything, that’s part of her, she’s a sweetheart, a genuine girl to like, though that came back on her more than a few times… in more than a few ways. “That’s awesome. Have you made any others?” a soft smile, even in the dimness of her mood… just forget about herself. It’s bette.r
[Sandra Davenport]
She murmurs a thanks as she takes up her coffee, and then settles to sit at the table next to Reagan. SHe’d never presume to sit at someone’s table uninvited. but the one next to it is close enough for conversation. She places the laptop bag on the table and nods. “Have a couple in the works. Not quite as blinding, though.
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan motioned to her table, it’s better than sitting alone, she smiled, “Great that it’s not as blinding, I think my eye prescription doubled.” of course she was just kidding, and it can be told in her voice.
[Sandra Davenport]
She hesitates just a moment, and then slips over to reagan’s table and sits. She pulls her coat off, then wraps her hands around her cup of coffee and holds it close. Her smile briefly appears again, though she hides it behind the steam coming from her cup. “S’why I wear glasses.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan saw the smile, other people happy=Happy Reagan, for th emost part. “Yea, I could understand that, try not to get the eyes more out of whack than they already are.” she chuckles softly.
[Sandra Davenport]
She’s not a pretty girl, Sandra, but the fleeting smiles do manage to warm up her countenance enough to give a glimmer of what could have been, instead of what is. Were anyone else to walk in, she’d fade to the background and be forgotten as easy as breath. Next to Reagan’s smile and beauty, she is simply a very shy, and not very pretty, girl.
“How’s things with you?”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Complicated.” Reagan says, “Very complicated.” and it isnt that reagan is beautiful… just pretty, pretty and glowing, that pregnant glow that adds beauty to her features.. though she is rather pretty on any normal day.
[Sandra Davenport]
“oh?” Curious, but never pushy. It’s hard to believe she’s fenrir kin, since she is so willing to fade and be forgotten. Most that she’s known are far more in your face, then Sandra.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Oh yea.” Reagan says, “It’s a long story and I doubt you have time to listen, or rather would want too, becuase I probably wouldnt want to hear my own stories.” a slight smile, she’s lying, she’d be there for anyone, anytime, listen to wahtever story, but it’s her way of getting out of telling her own story that matters.
[Sandra Davenport]
She shrugs, and takes a sip of her coffee. “I’d make time, if you need someone to listen.” Shy, yes and not one who talks a lot on her own. Makes her a natural to listen, and one who’d never repeat anything either.
[Reagan Gallagher]
her shoulders heave with her sigh and she drinks some more coffee… the best way to start the thing she’s said a million times in the past week it seems, at least Sandra wasnt pushy, “Does drinking excessive amounts of coffee hurt a baby?”
[Sandra Davenport]
…….blink. She stares a minute, and then ducks her head when she realizes it, and then looks back up again. “Oh. wow. Um.” brilliant, isn’t she? Then, she blinks and shrugs. “They say that too much caffiene isn’t good. Raises the blood pressure in the mom which affects the baby some. I can look some info up if you want, once my laptop warms up…”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“That’d be good.” she says with a nod, “That’s my complication… not drinking coffee all the time, but uh… you know having a thing in my stomach.”
[Sandra Davenport]
She nods, and even chuckles softly. “That’s one hell of a complicating, for sure. Dr. Google will answer the caffeine question easily enough, though.”
a pause, then… “that guy you were with last time?”
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan nodded, “he would be the father.” she says.
[Sandra Davenport]
“Ah.” she nods. She takes another drink of her coffee and then unpacks her laptop. She glances at Reagan, and down to her pendant necklace, then back up again. “…family?” he didn’t look Fianna, after all.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Family… but not my lineage.” she says, “That’s were it gets mostly complicated… but then there are other factors that lie in with it.”
[Sandra Davenport]
“oh, ouch.” She makes a face. Complicated indeed. She rests a hand on the top of her laptop, testing the temperature, and then smiles, ruefully. “I can imagine. Break it to your fam yet?”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Heh..” that served as HELL no she hasnt.
[Sandra Davenport]
(brb – phone call)
[Sandra Davenport]
(sorry!)
[Reagan Gallagher]
((no problem *s*)) n
[Sandra Davenport]
Another nod, and she boots up her computer. “Don’t envy you that.” But the smile is there -briefly.
[Reagan Gallagher]
to Luis Garcia, Sandra Davenport
((they are at the coffee shop that Reagan is always at.))
[Reagan Gallagher]
brief smile, better than no smile, at least Reagan was dealing with stuff better these days, “I’mjust hoping he doesnt like… you know… kill me.” but of course, her grandda would never do such a thing… just kinda kill her… probably.
[Luis Garcia]
the roar of a dual exhaust, pimped out gold ford thunderbird roars as the beast machine pulls into a parkingspot.. then rumbles off as the engine is cut. the kid in his puffy coat.. slips out of the vehicle. he slides the earplugs into his ear as he pushes play on his Ipod.. and heads twords the coffee shop.
[Sandra Davenport]
She shakes her head. “I doubt it. You folks tend to be all passion and bluster, but not full of fists.” unlike Sandra’s family. Got to love stereotypes.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“True enough.” she says with a smile, and finishes her coffee off, “Do you want anything while I refill my energy?” she asks, standing up from her stool and heading to the counter, a cinamon bun (day old) and a new cup of joe for her.
[Luis Garcia]
he comes walking into the coffee shop singing
‘she gives me money, i ain’t sayin she a gold digga, when i’m in need, but she ain’t messin wit no broke jiggas, get down girl go ‘head get down, get down girl go ‘head get down.’
[Sandra Davenport]
She finishes off her cup, and nods slightly. “a refill please?” And with a glance toward Luis, she ducks her head, behind the comforting world of her laptop screen, to pull up the promised information for Reagan. Dr. Google to the rescue.
[Luis Garcia]
singing
‘see ’em on the tv, any given sunday, win the superbowl, drive off in a hundai’
[Luis Garcia]
he glances around as he listens to his music.. spots reg.. and heads over to her table flopping down into a seat and pulls the ipod plugs from his ears.. tucking it back into his coat… and looks over to reg. ‘que pasa senorita?’
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan turned her head to here the singing voice and rather see who it was singing at this time of night in a coffee shop… someone’s wired… she got refils and waited and then Luis… a soft smile, she didnt know if he was still pissed, she hoped he wasnt… a wave of her hand… the fire engine red head sticks out in any crowd, pretty, but not beautiful, glowing, it’s the irish, it’s the red hair… it’s something…
[Luis Garcia]
he winked over to reagan and smiled to her.
[Sandra Davenport]
She blinks as Luis flops down at their table, pulling her laptop closer, and practically cringing away. If the floor would open up and swallow her up, she’d be perfectly content. She concentrates on the laptop, and the info she’s digging up.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she got the coffee and looked over to luis, “Do you want anything either?” he’s sitting at their table, may as well offer while she’s up there.
[Luis Garcia]
‘yeah, double mocha latte skinny grande please’ he glanced curiously over to sandra and tilted his head peeking overtop the laptop ‘hola chickerita’ offering her that crest kids award smile he’s armed with.
[Sandra Davenport]
She swallows, hard, and pushes up her glasses, but doesn’t quite look at him, just pulls her laptop closer, and barely managing a painfully shy “Hi.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
She orders what he said and then carries everything back, balancing it all in her arms and trying not to spill scalding coffee on herself as she hands them all off, “Did you find that information?” as she drinks more coffee… “And Luis…” she looks over to him, “I’m sorry for pissing you off, I dont know if you got my message or not.”
[Luis Garcia]
he takes a sip of his coffee and nods ‘yeah i got it.. i wasn’t really pissed persay.. just you know how empassioned we get in moments.. that little side of us got ahold of me and i kind of went a tad overboard.. it’s a little harder to manage espically when one feels embarrassed and rejected.. ya know?’
[Sandra Davenport]
She glances between them, and takes her coffee with a soft “Thanks. And yeah – it’s like I said. Not so much a big deal right now though you might want to try and start cutting back.” It’s murmured, and likely difficult to hear. Thankfully, the three of them are the only patrons.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“I didnt mean to make you feel those ways… honestly.” she says and works on her sticky cinamon bun.
[Luis Garcia]
‘hey, you gotta do what you gotta do reagan.. i don’t hold that against ya.’ he smiled a tad ‘besides i’m just a urrah… kind of hard to justify that one with your potential lineage. so i don’t hold it against ya reagan.’
[Reagan Gallagher]
she looked to Sandra, “Hmm?” she asks, she didnt completely hear it, “Not really… I’d be in deep either way, urrah or not.” she says to Luis, “But I’m sorry, that’s the main thing. Really, I promise.”
[Sandra Davenport]
She blushes, and tries again. “Gotta cut back, sooner the better.”
[Luis Garcia]
he nodded to her and sips his latte ‘see.. that’s why i can’t be upset.. cuz we’re from two diffrent worlds so to speak.’ shrugs and sips his coffee ‘just hard when there seems to be none of my own in the area.’
[Luis Garcia]
he glanced over to sandra ‘cut back on what?’
[Reagan Gallagher]
she nodded, to Sandra… “So no more drinking caffiene all the time?” becuase Gaia knows it’s the only thing that keeps her awake with all she does in a day.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she looked at Luis after, “None?”
[Luis Garcia]
‘pretty much.. i don’t know of any in this area’ he shruged a bit ‘and with others of my own around when one does raise her hand i’m pretty sure she’ll be courted after by men far better then i.’
[Sandra Davenport]
“She nods with a slight smile, pushing up her glasses again. “Yeah. But there’re worse things, i’m sure. Little bit don’t hurt anything. Just not… 24-7 you know?” To luis, she barely manages to peek up at him. “Caffeine.”
[Luis Garcia]
he nodded to sandra ‘so why the cute and innocent act senorita? i’m nothing special.’
[Sandra Davenport]
She doesn’t say anything – just blushes brighter, and concentrating on the contents of her coffee cup. Apparently – it’s no act.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she chuckled at Luis, that really was sandra, she almost spit out her coffee, which would have been bad for Sandra’s lap top.
[Luis Garcia]
he laughed a tad ‘am i really that hawt?’
[Sandra Davenport]
That… she doesn’t answer either. Instead, she continues to study the coffee as if it is the most interesting thing in the world.
[Kendra Peterman]
(( Open scene? ))
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan smiles, she’ll change the subject so that Sandra will not be on the spot anymore, “Hey, can you look up one more thing for me sandra?”
[Sandra Davenport]
(Yes, of course)
[Luis Garcia]
he just smirked a tad and leaned back in his seat.
[Kendra Peterman]
(( Random cafe +4 I assume? :) ))
[Reagan Gallagher]
((yup. At Reagan’s usual haunt. lol))
[Sandra Davenport]
Girls like Sandra tend to be good for the ego of boys. That her silence and shyness is often misunderstood (In fact, she acted the same toward Reagan. and any other person on earth) is par for the course. Reagan offers her an out and she jumps on it, gratefully. “S..sure.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Ok, when will my stomach start blowing up? I”m a month and a half in.”
[Luis Garcia]
he sipped his latte and just yawned a tad listening to reagan.
[Kendra Peterman]
The door to the cafe swung open with a jingling of decroative bells, bringing in not only a cold gust of wind and a flurry of snowflakes, but also a certian short (tempered) Fianna girl. Draped in a large black wool winter coat, with snow in her messy windblown hair, her cheeks and ears bright red from the cold, she stepped inside and let the door swing closed behind her.
Shaking off in a manner reminiscent enough to a canine to be noticable to the right people, she lifted a cold and numb hand to tuck her hair behind her ears and glanced about the cafe, stomping her faded black sneakers against the floor to kick some snow off of them.
[Sandra Davenport]
She nods, and consults with Dr. Google again. A few clicks later, and she nods. “bout 5 months or so.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“So I’ll be skinny till then?” she asks and then shivers when the gust of cold air comes with Kendra… wow a regular ol’ gathering at the cafe. her hand waved slightly, just a greeting.
[Sandra Davenport]
She shrugs, her nose wrinkling slightly. “Well, that’s average for a first time, but yeah.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
she nodded, thinking for a few moments, “Thanks.” she smiles to Sandra.
[Kendra Peterman]
Spotting the gathering about the table, likely the only table in there this time of night save for one or two couples smattered about, she made an easy choice to stay about for a moment, based mainly off of Luis’s presence there. Originally she intended to come inside and warm up, use the bathroom as an excuse to be there, then step outside again for her long trek to someplace warm to sleep.
Offering a small smile to Reagan’s wave, she walked over to the table and introduced her presence by smacking a hand heartily upon Luis’s shoulder. “‘Eya fucks, wha’s up?”
[Sandra Davenport]
She glances toward Kendra, then luis, then back to her laptop, and and then to her coffee cup. Kendra’s casual cursing gets a glance and widened gaze, before she drops it again, immediately. Floor, open, swallow – anytime please?
Sandra is not a pretty girl. She is rather dowdy, as the old folks would say. Nothing remarkable – but for her breeding.
[Luis Garcia]
he glanced up and over swatting kendra in the arm ‘nothin much chica.. just relaxin..’ he observes her over ‘you’re still sleepin on the streets even though i got you a place to stay?’
[Reagan Gallagher]
she moves over closer to sandra so Kendra can have a place to sit if she needs to and looks to sandra, keeping her voice quiet since she knows the girl is REALLY REALLY shy. “So hey, any cool new projects that you are willing to show?”
[Kendra Peterman]
A soft scowl traced her features, though it did not much of anything to take away from the healthy glow of natural good cheer that she seemed to constantly exude. “Fella, wha’ on earth makes ya assume that? I gots me a nice coat on, don’ I? Shoes on m’feet, pants on m’legs. Jus’ ‘cos I’m out ‘n about on m’own this time’a nigh’ don’ mean I ain’ got nowhere t’be.”
Her accent was easily described as attrocious. Anyone to whom English wasn’t a first language would be at a loss for what she said. Thick, midwestern, and slaughtered. One would believe that she just came off the farm twenty minutes ago. Dark green eyes, expressive and intelligent (despite the dumb redneck talk) swept to Reagan, then from her to the strange new face. “Whossat?”
[Sandra Davenport]
Really. Really. Really shy.
The look she gives Reagan is filled with gratefulness for the distraction, before she turns back to the laptop and shoves her glasses up again. She flips through some files, opens photoshop and opens some of the things she has been working on. “We’re working with color patterns still – not so stark as the other one.” They’re all well executed, creating different spacial relations with shapes, pattern and color.
When Kendra asks who she is, she falters to silence though, once more.
[Reagan Gallagher]
Really. people. let. sandra. be.
She smiled to Kendra, “She’s Sandra, she’s a part of the whole huge family as well.” she nods, Reagan isnt shy, but she once was, a long time ago, she knew how Sandra wished people would stop noticing her, which is what Reagan was trying to help Sandra do.. but it didnt work so well.
[Luis Garcia]
he smirked at kendra sipping his latte again ‘cuz i know you kendra, and i know how stubborn you are when it comes to accept another’s help. plus.’ he winks ‘you’re not a rag…. you’re terrible at lying. your accent gets thicker when you do it.’
[Kendra Peterman]
Huffing indignantly, she moved her hand off Luis’s shoulder and reached across the table, offering her small cold hand to Sandra for a shake.
“Ah. Good t’meetcha then, Sandra. ‘M Kendra. Tell me, y’got folks watchin’ o’er you, I hope?”
Kendra would be positively harmless looking and charming, were it not for her Rage. Tanned, soft features. Cute would be the best word to describe her. She was small, an inch shy of five feet, thin, and young looking. Along with that, despite her casual swearing, a simple and pure sort of happiness that she wore on her face, in her eyes and her smile. She was likeable, really, it was just that when you introduced Rage into her heart and the picture as a whole, her happiness and innocence became difficult to trust, what with that dangerous vibe Rage-holders tended to give off constantly humming under the surface.
[Sandra Davenport]
She hesitates, before she takes Kendra’s hand in what must be the fastest shake ever, quickly wrapping her fingers around her cup once more and holding it close, the steam from her coffee bathing her face and clouding her glasses momentarily. She pushes the glasses up with a finger, and meets Kendra’s gaze briefly. Very briefly and just shrugs. Not a yes or a no. More of a… well. just a shrug to be honest. With no explanation offered.
[Reagan Gallagher]
She meanwhile works on her cinamon bun and her coffee.
[Luis Garcia]
he glanced up to kendra and then elbowed her lightly in the ribs ‘kendra.. ease back.. you’re brimming with the moon..’
[Kendra Peterman]
“I’ll be takin’ tha’ as a no.”
She didn’t much care beyond that, though. Was more curious than anything else. Straightening up from her lean across the table, she blinked at the jab to the ribs and looked down at Luis, then shrugged and slid her hands into her pockets. “‘Eh, wha’ever. Was jus’ comin’ in fer a touch’a warm’s all.” She wasn’t sure what else to say, really. For the past week she’d been too distracted to worry about social conduct, and now was no exception.
[Sandra Davenport]
Another shrug. “I…don’t get out much.” in order to meet others, or do more then what she’s in chicago to do. But she falls quiet – not that there is far to fall – and sips her coffee.
[Luis Garcia]
‘so where you been at anyways kendra? don’t call, don’t write, don’t drop off a post card. make a guy feel like he’s not wanted.’ he pokes out his tounge. this young punk just seems to be brimming with confidence.. probably the moon though.
[Kendra Peterman]
“Been busy.”
Her answer is short, simple, and very generic. Busy with what? Who knows. There was a chance that she wouldn’t elaborate any further than that. Kendra always had been an odd duck, always seeming to keep some great secret that she refused to share with the world. Always seemed to be carrying some great burden that she wouldn’t let anyone take off her sagging shoulders.
[Luis Garcia]
‘lemme guess. some young handsome boy came along and swept you off yer feet. been so distracted by that damn L word to really notice how much you’re neglecting your groupies.’ he grinned ‘so what’s his name, and what happened to i ain’t got time to be down nine months.’
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan looked at the time and her eyes widened, “Shit.” she says, she said she’d be in an hour and a half ago… “Hey, guys, I gotta go.” she says with a nod, looks to Sandra, “You still owe me a tour around the campus, call me sometime, alright?” she nods her head and looks to Luis, “Everything cool?”
[Kendra Peterman]
There’s a slight surge of Rage, a ripple in the air felt by all those at the table. Kendra’s eyes narrowed, set upon Luis, and her lips pursed a bit, no doubt to prevent her from baring her teeth. Obviously the subject of any ‘handsome young boy’ was a bruise in the girl’s mind and/or heart, and Luis just dug his thumb deep into it.
In a low voice, she muttered to him. “Yeh ain’ got no idea how wrong ya is. I ain’ takin’ no man, lay offa it.” It had a ‘last warning’ tone to it.
[Sandra Davenport]
She nods, and with a (panic!) slight smile. “I will. And remember – slow down on the caff.” She flushes, but turns to her laptop and starts to …
ok. The surge of rage? Makes her swallow, hard. And she shuts down her laptop and starts to put it away.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she senses the tension from Kendra, “Hey, Sandra, I can give ya a ride if you need one.” she says with a nod, aunt’s car night tonight, probably be gone for a week thanks to this hour and a halflate.
[Sandra Davenport]
The relief filters through her eyes and she nods. “Yeah, thanks.” Normally she’d say no and take the El, but with that surge of rage and people she doesn’t know? A ride it is. She slips on her coat, and digs out her hat and gloves, before zipping her laptop away. “pleasedtomeetcha” murmured for Luis and Kendra, before she’s standing to join Reagan.
[Luis Garcia]
he rocked back into his chair and glanced up to kendra with a whistle ‘you know, you’re cute when you’re about ready to pound me into a mudhole.’ he grinned just a tad ‘look i’m sorry. just when you go MIA i tend to worry a little. call it a side effect of giving a damn.’ shrugged a tad. he glanced over to reagan and nodded ‘stop by and see me sometime reagan.. i owe you a dinner.’ he nodded to sandra ‘you take care of yourself, and Godspeed on your research.’
[Joshua V]
Lord of shadows.
Master of the darkness
Son of the night
Empowered and invigorated by the looming winter nights and the icy chill that cut the air he moved through the harsh and cold city streets like a sweeping presence, silent stalking predator.
Dressed as always in the crisp clean cut lines of his tailored black unadorned suits that accentuated the sheer presence of the ahroun who exuded an aura of power, a leader born with the air of intimidation hanging over him. Dark hair swept back with darker eyes cold and emotionless sweeping the streets with a hard glare the great black trenchcoat he wore billowed out behind him to make almost seem to drag the shadows with him as he moved.
[Reagan Gallagher]
she nodded and pulled out her keys, waved to the both “I will Luis.” and then she’s leading sandra out the door to the car parked out in the front, “I’m going to warn you, my driving sucks.” she laughs, as she gets in the drivers side.
[Kendra Peterman]
“Don’ mean y’gotta up ‘n assume tha’ I’m off calavantin’ wi’h some boy. I got a pack, I got m’territory t’pace, I got shit t’do aside fr’m fuckin’ some guy.” Still half-snarling, she refrained from punching the man in the head, because she knew he didn’t deserve it. Instead she pulled out a chair, whipped it around, and sat down so she was straddling its back, leaning foreward and resting her arms and chin on the back of the chair.
[Luis Garcia]
he nodded ‘well then talk kendra.. you know i’m here for you girlfriend.. hell if it helps i’ll even act gay.’
[Sandra Davenport]
She ducks her head, and follows Reagan out and to the car. “No worse then mine.” offered with a slight smile, before she gets into the passenger side, pulling her laptop bag into her lap and holding it protectively against her chest. It’s not hard to imagine that she only functions well behind the computer screen.
[Reagan Gallagher]
She started the engine and turned down the radio a little, it was cold, very cold, “Where am I driving you to?” as she buckled her seat belt, “I know the University.. but where at?” a tilt of her head as she pulled out.
[Kendra Peterman]
Her chin hardly lifted, only enough so she could level a bland and critical stare at Luis before shaking her head. “Ain’ talkin’, don’ press ’bout it.”
With her Rage thrumming in her veins and pressing against the backs of her eyes, causing an irritating headache, it was just too much effort to hold up her cheery act for very long. She was aggrivated, but not only at Luis and that much was obvious. And, if one was really empathetic or knew Kendra well enough, they could tell that there was something else wrong. A ‘something wrong’ that gnawed at your insides. She was being eaten from the inside by something that she wouldn’t get off her chest.
[Sandra Davenport]
She gives directions to her building – close to the school, and not to bad a place all things considered. The important of those things being ‘cheap’. “I appreciate the ride. And the rescue.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
she chuckled as she nodded and followed the directions, “No problem, I could see how uncomfortable they were making you. Luis really isnt that bad of a guy, I dunno about Kendra, oh, and I apologize for the last time when Vorthsven intimidated the shit out of you… he really isnt that bad either, I promise.”
[Joshua V]
Now he strode, powerful with sure confidance and the rage of the full moon flowing through his veins and glowing in his cold stare.
Humanity shunned, him which frankly suited him well as he moved through the all but abandon late night streets with only the dim glow of the street lights struggling to illuminate his presence. One hand held a smoke on which he brought to his lips at erratic intervals to draw deeply upon and distract for a moment his mind from his dark broodings
[Luis Garcia]
he sighed and leaned forward resting his head in his arms as he looked over to her ‘you know. i don’t understand you dark broody types. why do you always want to hold these things in? it’s beyond me. though i must admit it does add to your cool points pool. still, kendra i can tell it’s eatting at you. i could tell from the first day we met when you knock me around at just a few sour words. it’s not doing you a world of good to keep it locked away. i mean i know you don’t have to tell me, but… please… console in someone you can trust. cuz i really hate to see you suffer like this. it’s like watching your bestfriend try to hang themselves through a glass window. you can bang and shout all you want…. but they just refuse to acknowledge you and continue to go about placing the rope. honestly.. i lose sleep at night worrying about you.’
[Sandra Davenport]
She smiles, a little. “I just don’t do well with people. Pixels are my game. Course, with my parents, kin were rarely seen and never heard. Kinda ingrained in me.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
she nodded, “Well I think you’re doing fine talking to me. Maybe becuase I’m perisistent.” she smiles, “Yea, my mom wasnt like that, i was her only kid and she loved to talk to me, my granddanever made me take a back burner either… maybe bewcuase I’m his only grandkid.”
[Kendra Peterman]
A soft sigh passed over chapstick-coated lips, and Kendra shook her head slowly. She took in a deep breath, perhaps as an attempt to cool the flame of her heart, mellow it a little, then muttered quietly, keeping her voice down.
“Ain’ not a person I coul’ trust wi’h what bothers me, Luis. It’s…. difficult, it’s somethin’ I gotta deal wi’h on m’own. I won’ lie t’ya, Luis. Yeh care too much fer me t’do tha’ to ya, yeh really do. …I know it’s eatin’ me up, an’ I know ‘m breakin’ m’own heart here, bu’ I’ll do what I gotta. M’jus’ sorry yer gettin’ worked up o’er it.”
[Joshua V]
Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was the lighting.. perhaps it was a chance to enter rp with a conviniant excuse. What ever the reasons the tall shadowlord found himself stepping towards the café only to pause a moment in calm silence as his eyes appraised the scene before him. A deep drag on the smoke before his breath exhaled in a pale grey plumb of smoke that for a moment seemed to veil his features in the haze..before simply stepping through it he headed in. Coffee was always a good pick me up and the conversation as yet unhead made him curiose.
[Sandra Davenport]
She shoves her glasses up, and nods, slightly. Likely persistence. “Fenrir – least my family – were all about the war. Only way i was able to do anything I wanted was to keep quiet in the background. Becomes habit.”
[Luis Garcia]
he shook his head ‘i wouldn’t be a friend if i didn’t lose sleep… i just.. don’t like it. plus you can trust me. i’ll always be here for you. you may ask why.. why does he care so much? because kendra.. you’re the first one i met that’s my peer. you’re the first one i met that i could relate to. you inspire me to be the best that i can be. you’re my friend.. hell my best friend at this point. that’s why. i just… well.. one word…that scares the hell out of me…. harano. i’ve read the stories… and i just… don’t want to see that light die in you while i sit back helpless to do anything. that’s why i press. that’s why i care. that’s why i’d do anything and everything in my power for you.’
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Fianna.” she says, “Both of the prominent Garou in my life were Galliard, passionate, true to the bone Irish woman and man. My mom died in battle, my grandda is stilll alive and respected in Ireland, but he’s still a good man, and loves me to death.”
[Kendra Peterman]
Her hands moved to her face, rubbing over it, covering up the fact that she was rubbing her eyes to prevent them from tearing up by making it look like she was warming her cheeks and forehead. Shaking her head slowly, she put her hands back down and rested her head on her arms again.
“Harano… Scares th’hell of me too, Luis, it hones’ly does. Bu’ I’ma fight it. Huntin’ fer that silver linin’, pal.” This was where she would normally offer a sad, but bright little smile. Normally. But, the door bell jangled and Kendra glanced over to see Josh. She stared for a moment, then sighed and dropped her head back into her arms.
[Sandra Davenport]
Family. She looks out the window, as they drive, and bites her lower lip, gently. She’s quiet (no shock there) for a long time, before saying “Just after I moved here, my home sept was attacked. I’m all that’s left. Some great legacy there.” her voice barely registering, carrying far enough to be heard.
[Reagan Gallagher]
Over the music she wasnt sure if she heard Sandra right.. then realizes she did as they come to a stop in front of Sandra’s chosen destination. Reagan parks the car and looks oer to Sandra, “I’m really sorry to hear that.” she says, and she does mean it, she knew what it felt like to lose someone you loved… just not a whole lot of them at once.. “I really am.” she says with a nod.
[Luis Garcia]
he glanced up and saw josh.. giving the guy a friendly wave he turned his attention back to kendra and nodded. ‘a little at a time.. that’s all i ask kendra. even if i’m not the one.. just a little at a time. did you want anything to eat or drink? i also have a couple of bags of groceries at the store waiting for you to pick up for the apartment.’
[Kendra Peterman]
“Th’ ‘partment ain’t ’round no more. Place had rough memories I didn’ wanna be in no more. It’s sittin’ empty, waitin’ fer th’day Coll might come back.”
Ah, there was another soft spot. Coll. She was having abandonment problems with that man, worse than she expected she would. He promised he’d be back within a month. Three months had passed, no word except for one sleepy conversation. Now without a totem link to him, she had no way of communicating.
[Sandra Davenport]
She swallows, hard, then straightens her shoulders and offers a slight, sad little smile. “Thanks. You call if you need anything, for you or the baby, ok? My apartment is number 212. Not much, but if you have need..” and with the offer, she steps out with a murmured “thanksfortheride” before she heads inside the building.
[Luis Garcia]
‘no, no i mean the one i got leased out for you.. remember?’
[Kendra Peterman]
….She remembered. Forgot about it completely though. This showed by her vaccent expression, the few blinks following that, then the scoff. “Fuck, fergot completely ’bout that…”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Give me a call too, Sandra.” she nods, “I’m always around, not like I do anything besides sit around at the cafe work and school.” she nods softly, “Take care, I’ll call ya.” a soft reassuring smile that reagan is there for Sandra if ever at all needed, becuase that’s reagan, once you’ve talked to her, she’ll always be there to help, probably couldnt get rid of her if you have a problem. That’s what friends are for, and she figures Sandra needs a friend that wont scare the shit out of her. She gave a wave, “Yea, anytime when I have a car.” she smiled and then headed off, Gaia… she’s gotta stop being late.
[Luis Garcia]
he nodded ‘you see… so please.. at least for now.. accept my hospitality.. it’s not charity. get yourself off the road.. go rest in a warm bed for a few nights… then you can go back to wanderin the streets and i won’t bitch.’
[Joshua V]
His brow furrowed and features brooding darkened a moment as rage seemed to spike and the counter attendent stepped back eyeing the dark man warily if not with out right fear.
His voice was barely a whisper when he spoke, harsh and cold with an eerie sinister edge to it that sent chills up the spine.. the waiter took the money and nodded with eyes terrified only relaxing somewhat when joshua turned and stepped over towards the talking pair, sweeping towards them emotionless.
[Reagan Gallagher]
to Joshua V, Kendra Peterman, Luis Garcia, Sandra Davenport
((thanks for the scene all!))
[Sandra Davenport]
(thank you for the scene. Goodnight!)