[Derek Anderson] It was dusk in Chicago, the end of a warm, clear skied day. Barbecues were out, the smell taking over certain neighborhoods, people were eating on terraces enjoying the weather and picnics had ben all over parks. Now as the hour was getting late for families, Grant was starting to empty itself. Still some people were walking around, couples whispering to each other, arms linked, joggers running, tourists, families with older children and dog owners out with a walk with their pet.
Amongst those people was one that didn’t fit any categories. He was alone, not joggin, no dogs, simply walking. The tall, muscular young man was dressed in jeans, running shoes with a blue t-shirt fitting his upper body nicely but loose at the heml to hide his gun, tucked in the small of his back. He was walking, coming back from dinner alone at one of the nearby restaurants. He had worked earlier, went for a bite and now was comtemplating what he wanted to do this evening.
He had a few options, as usual. Maybe pop by the Church, or have drinks with Izzy, maybe call Sarita, it’s been ages since they done something, he could always come by the Kin house to see August, Ella, maybe Rain..or he ould do liek he was doing right now, just wander around and see what fate had in store for him.
[Izzy Montoya] [just for fun… echo, echo do i hear an echo?]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 7) Re-rolls: 1
[Izzy Montoya] [pfft. Kaseeno, you are a WHORE.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 6, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Izzy Montoya] Derek had worked a bit this morning. Izzy works all the time. In fact, she’s working now.
In the distance, there is the remnants of fluttering of police tape, though the scene has already been cleared, and it is merely left over from earlier investigations. People have already torn it aside, searched the area out of gruesome curiosity, hoping to get some sort of satisfaction in seeing a murder scene – like it’s their own private episode of CSI.
In the darkening sky, though, there is only one person left there, on the 3-day old scene, curiously silent, still, and unmoving. She is crouched, with her forearms braced on her thighs, her head tilted as she studies the lay of the land before her – from the clump of bushes where the body was found, to the stretch of green that slides past it. Her hands are lightly clasped together, and her brow is furrowed as she…
…listens.
[Sofie Janssen] [so sorry was on the phone!]
[Joshua Coil] *Javajavajavajavajava… he looks ALMOST a little bouncey. Six foot two, solid muscle, and… bouncey. With a cup of coffee. Who knows which number this is. His hazel-green eyes are rather blissed by all of this. Coffee is quite good. And his stomach is full. It’s a good day. He checks his cell phone, as he takes a blissful walk through the park. It’s too warm to go out in suit, so he’s in a tee shirt and black jeans. He still manages to look nice, after all.*
[Kristen Burke] ((Mind if I join?))
[Derek Anderson] His kind blue eyes scanned the park as he walks, spotting a silhouette farther, a little off the path. He steps closer and it turn out to be the very familiar shape of a blonde detective he knew well. A smile on his lips, he closed the dsitance between them, noticing the tall dark haired man he has seen once in a cffee shop. Josh is name was right? He nodded to the man, before stepping off the path, stopping by the crouched Fenrir kin, moving past the ripped police tapes
“Evening Detective” He said with a smile, looking at her, noticing that she was staring into nothingness. “Working on a case?” He doesn’t ak what exactly she was doing. Izzy had her own way of doing things. She had told him so, he had heard it from others as well. Maybe that was what she was doing, using her mojo on the crime scene.
[Derek Anderson] (not at all)
[Izzy Montoya] (not at all.)
[Izzy Montoya] Look, please, i’ll just
It won’t do any good
but he said..
he lied
Just a little.. come on, you know you want too..
No! I mean it! Take me home
You’re just a little cock tease, aren’t you.. I should
Take. Me. Home
Fine. Be that way.
Oh….oh god…
you feel so good…
yes… right there… ohOOOOOHHHHH
[thudrollrollcrashrustle]
come on, come ON.. lets get out of here…
I’m tryin! His hand.. he won’t let go!
he’s DEAD you idiot… cut his damn finger off if ya have too!
but.. oh crap! it ripped!
someone’s coming! LETS GO!
But I… Fuck! OK!
Izzy moves at last, lifting a hand to press right thumb and forefinger to the bridge of her nose, her brow furrowed deeply as she’s assaulted by sounds and words and conversations and all manner of things that happened in this spot, sifting through it to find what she’s looking for, if there’s anything really to be heard, learned, gleaned from the scene.
She opens her eyes, and scrubs her right hand across her face, before she studies the bushes in front of her. She moves forward, pressing her hands into the grass, and leaning to peer under the edges… she tilts her head upwards, and then, with a grunt of satisfaction, lifts her left hand – encased in blue latex, only now seen – and pulls a wad of paper from the branches. She handles it carefully, as if it’s something precious, and smooths it open across her thigh. Dark eyes study what she sees there, before she reaches into her pocket for a plastic baggie, and slides it inside. She tucks it back into the inside pocket of her coat, peels off the latex glove and only then does she turn to look at Derek.
She looks tired – the bags under her eyes have baggage of their own- but she always seems to look that way – though it’s been worse since the news of Finn. Shadows deep in dark eyes suggest that pain is still fresh.
So she doesn’t mention it. Instead, her lips curl at the edge into a slight lopsided smirk. “Something like that.”
[Joshua Coil] *He notes Derek’s notice. And he gets a small smile. It’s very little of an emotional response, but it’s something. It’s odd, really. He’s actually showing emotion. AND he salutes with his coffee, before he follows the man, curious about the woman he’s talking to.*
[Kristen Burke] *Hot and humid. That’s how it’s been in Chicago and that’s how it’s likely to stay. The evenings cooled down some though many still had their AC’s running through the night. Kristen has an iced coffee drink of some sort in hand as she makes her way along the Lakeshore. Her eyes seem to be focused on another world as she walks slowly sipping.
Today she’s wearing a pair of jean shorts and a pale blue tank top. Her black hair is tied up into a tale and she carries her usual white bag over her shoulder. She smiles and nods a touch as if in response to something but then just keeps walking.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her, looking into her face, her eyes. Seems like she wasn’t sleeping well lately…again. He frowned slightly. At this rate Izzy will either drop dead tired or will snap and kill someone, probably Finnegan. Hopefully not him, though with her, you never know. He noticed Josh moving closer before returning his attention on the detective.
“You really look like shit Izzy. Will I have to watch over you or something, make sure you get enough sleep..or are drunk enough to actually sleep?” he grinned slightly, teasing. He crouched beside her, still looking in her eyes
“So what happened here? And what have you found?” He had noticed the little piece of paper she had put in the bag and he was curious about it. After all, it was poilice business and even if he wasn’t homicde, he still wanted to know and help the division.
[Izzy Montoya] .
to Izzy Montoya
[Kristen Burke] It’s likely Josh she notices first. Someone following someone else. It could signal trouble so it catches her attention. Especially coming from someone seething Rage as Josh does. As it turns out it’s not trouble in fact, the sight of the man and who he is following brings a smile to her lips and so she decides to follow as well to see how long it takes for her to be noticed.
[Izzy Montoya] All smart bets go to her snapping and killing someone. Probably Finn. Possibly Derek – but maybe not. Right now, it looks like she might even miss if she tried to shoot someone, so there’s that too.
For the record: she wouldn’t miss.
Her dark eyes follow his line of sight, seeing Josh, then back to Derek. She doesn’t answer his tease, though there’s a slight softening of her smile that lets him know she heard it. It’s brief, and gone again as she nods toward the bushes. “John Doe, found two days ago. They’re at a stand still, so i thought I’d poke around and see what I could find.” She doesn’t pull it back out, there’s just a tightening along her lips, her brow, her jaw.
“Finn’s involved.” Which tells him why she’s here, without a team to canvas a scene that should have been canvased already.
[Joshua Coil] *He pauses. His eyes focus on Izzy at that. Sharply, really.* Is there anything I can do to help, ma’am? *He takes a sip of his coffee. Yegods. His voice. It’s like a Dalek went completely insane and chain smoked thousands of Time Lords.*
[Bridget Geroux] The night air is sticky, solid. Everything feels coated with a substance, like the way hands feel after handling a melting ice cream cone. A wayward kinfolk strolls into the park and takes up a spot on a bench. Her hair is long and cut into layers: a mane of dark waves. She looks like she’s been outside a lot lately: out in the sun, in the woods. Strange scents of a far away bawn linger on her clothing, her shoes, her bag.
Pine forest, rich earth, strawberry wine. These accompany the scent of her own skin, the Blood. The feral chit perches on top of the picnic table, cross-legged, and scratches the back of her head while watching night walkers come and go. She watches them like the wolves might: intrigue, curiosity, slight wariness… most of all, she watches them like someone who knows she’s not quite a part of their crowd.
The city really isn’t the best place for an animal like Bridget Geroux. She can clean up, play the part, but she was meant to run. It’s just the way of things.
A tide of Rage floods her senses: Bridget looks around, raising her head as if to peer a distance or sniff the air. These ways of hers are habit– if not instinct, then it is learned behavior. Her human senses don’t detect anything else of notice.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded, his face more serious at the mention of Finn “Hmmm I see.” He pass his hand in his short hair, frowning “Well it seem you have found something they missed ” He said, eyes moving to where the paper disapeared. “Want some help on this? Or you prefer to handle it by yourself?”
He looked again in the direction of Josh who spoke. He doubted Izzy would let a civilian in the investigation, even if said civilian was a Garou. His eyes move to look a little further away as he see movement and noticed Kristen. He offer her a small smile “Hey, how are you doing?”
He stay crouched for the moment, glancing at Izzy. He knew the older detective will get annoyed at so manyp eople around her scene. He bumped her shoulder with his slightly, grinning “Maybe we can talk about all this later”He tell her nd smoothly move ot stand up.
[Izzy Montoya] She snaps her gaze to Joshua, and arches a brow, slightly. His rage prickles along her skin, pressing against her throat, beating against her senses.
She doesn’t flinch.
Instead she does the unthinkable for any proper kin, and meets his gaze, dead on. Izzy has never been much of a proper anything. Except, perhaps, a proper bitch. She considers telling him to get the fuck off her crime scene – but it’s not hers, and it’s clearly no longer closed.
Its Derek’s response, though, that keeps her from snarling outright, this time. She turns her eyes to him, and there’s something – a softening, perhaps, though it is fractional at best – as he nudges her shoulder. She nods. They can talk about it later.
She presses her hands to her thighs, and stands from her crouch, before meeting Joshua’s gaze dead on again, and answering his question. “No.” Then, she begins the ritual search of hr pockets for her pack and lighter, watching as Derek greets Kristen.
[Kristen Burke] She smiles warmly at Derek. “I’m good. I didn’t mean to interrupt. If it is work stuff I can wander off and talk to the wind.” She hadn’t really fully approached, nor had she said anything before this to interrupt but she says it anyway. She nods politely at Izzy but since she’s been greeted, she does move closer to Derek long enough to at least give him a hug and kiss on the cheek.
[Joshua Coil] *It’s not right for a Kin to stare an Ahroun of such Rage dead in the face.*
*But it is even more wrong for that Ahroun’s eyes to dart away. And even nod, when her response comes.* Of course, ma’am.
[Derek Anderson] “Hey Josh, how are you?” He ask the man, once he was up and Kirsten was moving closer closer. His eyes caught Izzy starting to pat herself in search of her lighter “Left back pocket” He tell her matter of factly, knowing what she was looking for and where it was. He grinned at her and then hugged Kristen back and kissed her cheeek in greeting.
“How’s Wind treating you today?” He ask the theurge as if it was perfectly normal for someone to be talking to the wind. He smiled a little, hands moving to his pockets, eyes noticing Bridget not too far. He nodded to her, having seen her once or twice around before looking back at the others
[Joshua Coil] *He nods to Derek, but he definitely notes Kristen and Derek’s tender moment. He looks curious for a moment, though he does look away from that as well. He remains mercifully silent now.*
[Joshua Coil] I’m good, *he says, to Derek, breaking his own silence.* And you? *Politeness, from that scarred throat.*
[Izzy Montoya] Kristen hugs and kisses Derek, and Izzy arches a brow, slightly – something… amused, perhaps, in her gaze, though her attention flicks back to the Ahroun, without of commenting on it. Instead, she snorts at Joshua. “Like I give a shit what you think is fuckin’ right.”
She finds her pack, and shakes out a cigarette, propping it between her lips as continues the search for her lighter. Derek tells her where it is, and she reaches into the correct pocket, and snorts, definitely amused. “Thanks.”
She lights up, tucks the lighter back where it was, where she’ll promptly forget about it again.
[Kristen Burke] She looks to see who Derek is nodding too and gives Bridget a small wave. “Well, since I didn’t call the Wind, it’s being particularly….friendly.” She chuckles. Perhaps the fact that she spends so much time grovelling for spirits is why she doesn’t seem to act particularly superior to those around her. “Hey Josh, Detective.” She nods to both of them.
[Izzy Montoya] .
to Izzy Montoya
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget finally notices familiar movement in the distance. She stands up on the picnic table and takes a skip-leap off the end of it. The momentum sets her jogging in that general direction. She recognizes Kristen, the one of her tribe, first, which elicits a smile. The wayfaring kinfolk brings herself to an easy saunter. Her white athletic tank and jean shorts offset by beat-up combat boots, lazily laced. A canvas messenger bag is slinked over one shoulder.
The Fianna kinswoman spends some of her wild energy in the short jog. She, too, longs for almost constant movement. Bridget slinks an arm around Kristen.
“What’s shakin’?” she asks in her Quebecois accent, stronger now with the heavier influence she’s had lately.
Bridget notices the tape, follows it to see Detective Montoya. She gives a polite greeting, “Detective.”
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at Izzy’s reaction when she found the lighter where he told he it was. His attention came back to Josh when the Trueborn answers him “I’m good” He replied to the Glass Walker.
He nodded to Kristen “Well that’s something different, one of them seeking you out. I guess you’re doing something good”
He look at Izzy, the tapes and the ground that was now behind them “All right everyone, I think we should move back to the path and leave this scene alone” He said, moving forward, ushering Kristen forward al ittle, nodding to Josh to move as well. “There might still be things to uncover, so better ont stir it more.”
[Simon Zahradnik] Simon’s presence in the park was noted by those who could sense the full moon’s rage. Even with the crescent moon in the sky it still burned dangerously hot. The predator stalked the streets of it’s urban habitat with complete confidence in it’s own abilities. The consummate soldier born and bred to carry out a purpose. It radiated off him as intensely as the fires of rage that churned within him. A violent maelstrom of screams and fury mixed together with an array of often hideous and grotesque memories to create what one might easily refer to as a very very unstable personality. Simon didn’t see the point in trying to pretend he was anything less than exactly what he was.
He whistled softly as he jogged. He was working out, running mostly, trying to keep himself in the best imaginable shape. Dark pants with little racing stripes down the sides and a t-shirt along with a pair of tennis shoes with similar stripes to make him run faster. He made his way into the park at a healthy speed. His breathing slow and deeply regulated, keeping in constant control was important for everyone in his line of work!
[Simon Zahradnik] [Actually… Take the whistling part out. I forgot to delete that!]
[Joshua Coil] *He nods to Derek, and again, his eyes flick to Izzy. The woman makes him frown in confusion.* I was… agreeing with you, ma’am, *he says, sounding very puzzled indeed. And then, the Fianna kin catches his attention as well. He nods in greeting to the young woman. But again… breeding. All of the kin here had breeding. It was annoying.*
[Kristen Burke] She chuckles. “They often do, though not always to be friendly. I smell good.” At least, that’s the reason she gives. She really couldn’t be too certain what it was that drew spirits to her, she just knew they came even when she didn’t call them.
She lets herself be ushered away from the scene. She looks back over her shoulder as they are walking away, to call to Izzy. “Good luck.” She had no idea what was being investigated but that didn’t mean the detective couldn’t use the luck.
[Izzy Montoya] She takes a drag, her gaze meeting Derek’s briefly, before she returns Bridget’s nod. She doesn’t say anything, though when Derek mentions clearing the scene, her lips curve again – a brief curl, before it is lost in the slow exhale of smoke, the grayish plum rising about her, before dissipating into the ever present wind.
She knows she has found the last bit of evidence, but doesn’t stop him from moving them away. She does her best to keep them from her scenes as much as possible anyway.
She briefly looks at Josh and his confusion, but lets it go. Let him be puzzled. She does, however, correct him. “Detective. Ma’am makes me feel fuckin’ old.” she does not give him the rest of her name… and she steps away from the scene herself, behind Kristen and Derek, returning a favor as she searches, briefly, visually for a lighter he doesn’t own.
She arches a brow slightly, at Kristen, and huffs a breath through her nostrils, lifting the cigarette to her lips gain.
[Joshua Coil] Detective, then, *he says respectfully. And he doesn’t push for her name, although he looks curious at her. He looks away, and he nods, finishing off his latte.*
[Derek Anderson] He move them all toward the path, offering a polite smile ot Bridget “Hey, how are you doing?” He stops once they reach it. He looked at Kristen and nod to her “I think you’ve found why” When she said spirits liked her because she smelled good. He grinned slightly. She did smell good.
He look at them all “So, what’s on everyone’s agenda? I was thinking drinks and work talk with the detective here, but the last part canwait till later tonight. I’d go for drinks though. Anyone has other ideas?” He could jsut step away with Izzy, but it’d be rude. Beside, having more people around for drinks could be quite fun…or lead to disater. Soem people couldn’t handle alcool after all.
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget keeps things quiet for now. Whatever’s going on is something she caught the tail end of. She slinks an arm around Kristen’s waist and stares at Joshua for now. Why? Eh, who the fuck knows.
After staring for long enough, she simply returns the nod with a cheeky grin before looking ahead to the park. Need for constant movement. Bridget soon unslinks her arm from Kristen and skips ahead a bit to leap onto some decorative boulder. She takes the moment to light a cigarette and look around.
“I’m doing. All’s well that ends well, right? I’m up for drinks.”
Movement catches her attention, and the French Canadian makes a small, excited noise.
“Mmm! Tout est bien qui finit bien,” she mutters to herself before leaping from the rock and darting off towards the jogger in the distance.
She doesn’t call for this strange friend of hers: she knows he’ll see her coming if he hasn’t already. Bridget trots over towards Simon.
[Kristen Burke] She sips from her iced drink. “I’m always up for drinks. Hey Bridget. How are you doing?” The friendly Theurge giving the kin a warm smile. She laughs when the woman wraps an arm around her for a moment then skips off toward Simon and she waves to the latter as well.
[Izzy Montoya] A moment, and Josh’s curious looks gets a comment from her at last… “If your gonna keep fuckin’ starin at me like that, you should at least look at my tits. They are my best asset.” a beat. “Well, next to my ass.”
She watches as Derek herds everyone together, something flashing in her dark eyes as he announces his intent to talk shop with her later tonight. It’s undefinable to all but Derek, who seems to know her better than the rest.
As for drinks – he doesn’t even have to ask. He knows she’s down.
[Joshua Coil] *He cants his head, and he blinks.* Detective. I wouldn’t do that. It would be inappropriate. *He is wholly unperturbed by her question. He looks back to Bridget, and her staring.* How can I help you, ma’am? *Ahh, it seems, he’s simply respectful. A… rage filled monster who could crush them with one hand… being respectful to a kin.*
[Simon Zahradnik] Simon is jogging, but catches sight of Bridget even through the relative darkness. She was impossible not to take notice of, her presence and demeanour as well as her mannerisms in general. He smiles just a hint, having recieved her message he couldn’t help but smile at the fact her prediction was, indeed, correct. She bounds towards him and he slows until he is a few feet away. Hands going to his knees so he can lean forward and catch his breath. Despite his apparent control he would still need a few seconds to cool himself down from his jog.
When he does calm enough to speak he finally stands.”Well hello there stranger… I’ve been wondering where in the hell you got your ass dragged off to.”He says with a little smile as he looks back at her, over her. He could feel the tensing of the muscles at his spine. Bridget had an affect on him, she would always have an effect on him no matter what he did. Still he kept his cool, and those green eyes of his found Bridget’s own.”Everything is good I hope?”
[Derek Anderson] He watch Bridget head toward man he doesn’t recognize. It’s ont a surprise, there were many Garou, kin..and definatly a hell lot of humans he didn’t know. The man could be any of those. Kristen and Izzy are good for drinks and when the Detective talks about staring at her..assets with Josh, it made him laugh. He loved that woman’s directness. It was always interesting.
Maybe not when you were at the end of it, but he usually managed to stay away from her negative sharp replies.
“So, any ideas where we should have those drinks?”he ask, looking at Kirsten and Izzy. He glanced at Josh in case the Garou wanted to come as well. Maybe they’ll invite Bridget and whoever she was talking with to come. Worst they’ll tell them is no, right?
”
[Kristen Burke] “Well, I don’t really know the bars around this area that well. So unless there’s going to be a caravan or someone else knows better. I suggest wandering until we find something. Hmm, I wonder if Simon drinks.” Derek may not recognize him but it’d be really bad to forget someone you’ve fought along with…or…well…stood back calling a spirit while he fought really.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts – she clearly doesn’t believe him. In her experience, those who feign politeness are the very worst of the lot – and it is always pretend. always.
But Derek laughs, and she smirks, reaching to the side to flick the ashes off her cigarette, before taking another drag. She watches Bridget run off, and then rolls her eyes when she sees who it’s too. Fantastic. she keeps her comments to herself.
Instead, she nods in that direction over there. “The ‘Bow is a couple blocks that way.” Another of her typical hole in the wall bars that serve gut-rotting swill without asking questions, most likely.
[Joshua Coil] *He doesn’t seem to mind Simon’s presence, and even gives the Ahroun a respectful nod. Come to think of it, there isn’t anyone he’s spoken to without a small bit of submission.*
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget waits for Simon to catch his breath. She’s clearly glad to see him. They get along: they probably shouldn’t.
What she says comes straight-faced with a seemingly-sincere tone. “Oh, I had to find another chienne danseur to shoot in the face. But… I couldn’t find any and I started wondering… Who would pass out on your doorstep if I wasn’t around.”
She laughs finally and shrugs, “We’re getting drinks, I think. Would you like to join us?”
The Fianna kinswoman looks back to the rest, then shouts over her shoulder. “Hey, Kristen, what’s the game?”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded at Izzy’s suggestion “To the Bow it is” He keep his hands in his pockets, glancing at his fellow detective “What have you been up to Izzy?” He ask as he start to walk away, toward the direction of the Bow. He knew where it was, having spend a night or two there with Izzy, drinking. Which was one the things they did most when they bumped into each other.
He’ll end up an alcoolic at this rate.
He look at Kirsten “What about you? What’s been hapening in your life?” he hasn’t seen the Fianna often lately, except the night she came to his palce for a shower after events that had happened in a Church. Then ext day he had called Izzy and they had cleaned things up.
[Simon Zahradnik] He laughs a little.”Well why be so specific… I mean you can shoot whoever you like in the face it’s all the same in the end really.”He adds with a little grin taking shape.”But yeah my Doorstep has been a bit lonely lately… Well that and I moved out and all, but still! It was gettin’ boring without having you around to check in on.”He says back to her before looking around.”I might join you for a few though I dunno about gettin’ a drink in the middle of my jog and all. Bad practice and it never works out well for me.”
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, and falls into step with Derek, as if they’d made this walk a hundred times, instead of one or two. “You know, the usual. Bad ass detective by day, wild sex addict by night.” it’s said blandly enough, though there’s a tease laced under there, somewhere.
Maybe.
She takes a final drag from her cigarette, and flicks the butt to the cement, pausing in her walk to make sure it’s snuffed out with the toe of her boot. Then, she walks along with them again.
[Kristen Burke] “Not much. It’s been quiet since the Church.” She smiles at him, her hand slipping casually into his.
Then she calls to Bridget. “The Bow.” She points in the direction they are heading. Maybe they can even see the sign from where they are.
[Joshua Coil] *He follows behind the small group, although he frowns.* If you don’t mind, I will not be drinking with you tonight. I have to work.
[Kristen Burke] Once the cigarette is snuffed, she’ll lean down and pick it up to toss it in the next trash can they reach. No littering. She doesn’t say anything or even frown. She just does it.
She does, however, frown at Josh. “You don’t need our permission to not join us for drinks, Josh. If you have to work, it’s understandable. But even if you just didn’t want to, you’re entitled to that too.”
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget nods at Kristen’s direction, then slinks over to Simon’s side. “Yeah, you would say that. As for drinking and running around? All’s well that ends well. I’m sure you can handle it, tough guy.”
She nudges his shoulder. “How you been? You know, if you keep popping up like this, I’m going to think you imbedded some sort of tracking device in my spleen.”
[Joshua Coil] *He pauses at Kristen’s words, and again, he looks confused. Apparently, he DOES need their permission.*
[Derek Anderson] Derek look at Izzy mock offended “My and here I thought you were this sociable cop going form school to school to give kids advices and were a model of virtue.” He paused “I’m shocked! Really” He grinned at her, teasing. She had told him enough about her and he had seen her act in some ways enough to know who Izzy Montoya was.
He looked at Kristen “Hmmm all right. Hope things will change a little for you. I know you had some things planned and all”Liek packing, but speaking about it in the open, wasn’t smart.
He lok back at Josh “Dude, you’re your own man..wolf..whichever you prefer. No need to tell us the why.”He grnned and glanced at Izzy, shaking his head slightly. He nodded to Simon and Bridget as they pass them, heading toward the Bow
“Come and join us when you’re ready”He tells them
[Izzy Montoya] She flicks a gaze toward the hand holding, then up to Derek, and then watches Josh, idly. Well, he’s a piece of work, isn’t he. She narrows her gaze, suspiciously, and then…
Her attention is on Derek again. She smirks, slightly. “I only go school to school to find my next young conquest. I’ve one tied to my bedposts as we speak.” It’s said completely deadpan. one almost could believe her – maybe even should believe her.
She starts to say something to Josh – but Derek’s shake of head stops her. For now. She doesn’t bother acknowleging Simon as they pass.
[Kristen Burke] She glances at Izzy and smirks. “Make sure you feed and water him. They last longer that way.”
[Derek Anderson] He chuckled at Izzy’s words “And here I thoguht yo were into men..not boys. Better make sure he’s legal, wouldn’t want to arrest you for corrupting a minor” Somehow the fact that the young man would be bound and gagged..more or ess willingly wasn’t a factor worth of an arrest. Those two cops had their priorities mixed it seemed.
He head toward the park’s exit with Izzy, Kristen and Josh. They head toward the dive that was their destination. It wasn’t very far and then entered the dimly lighted establishment. “Two double whiskey” He tells the barman as they come in, not bothering asking Izzy what she’d have. Hr looked at Kristen and Josh “What will you two get?”
[Joshua Coil] *He frowns slightly ,and he shakes his head.* Be as it may, I really was just passing through. I’ve got a late night at the Winchester. But… I will see you later?
[Izzy Montoya] Izzy flicks a gaze to Derek, then back to Kristen, and smirks. “I know.”
As for Derek’s comment… she actually chuckles. “Someone has to raise them to be men. So many fail nowadays.” Cryptic that comment, maybe, but not for Derek, who seems to follow her pattern of thought with a certain ease. Maybe it’s just that they think like cops. Maybe its that their friends – or as close to such as she allows herself to have.
She follows him inside and lets him order for her as she slips from her blazer, the handle of her weapon gleaming at the small of her back where it sits in it’s holster.
[Kristen Burke] She shakes her head a little. “Take care of yourself Josh.”
When they arrive and Derek orders, she adds. “Make it three.” She grins at Derek. A more insecure woman might be a little freaked out by how well he knows Izzy. But Kristen just seems to take it in stride.
[Joshua Coil] *Dismissed, and finally. He relaxes, and then he turns away from the group, to head out, to the world parting ways for the Ragey Ahroun.*
[Derek Anderson] He grinned wildely at Izzy “Yeah you caught that, didn’t you?” He motion at the barman for a third drink and move to sit on Izzy’s right, allowing Kristen to choose where she wanted to sit, on his left, or facing him. The drinks were brought and he paid for them, pushing one in front of each women.
“What should we drink to?”He said, raising his glass slightly. He seemed pretty relaxed, leaning back in his chair, looknig at Izzy and Kristen. Yeah, he’ll definatly become dependant if he continue drinking so much. But right now he wasn’t, he was young, healthy and could handle it. Beside it’s not liek he was drunk all the time. Just once in a while and he could always claim someone corrupted him. Yeah that’d be his defense.
[Simon Zahradnik] Simon looks at Bridget with the vaguest hint of a smile.”Well you know that’s not a bad idea… I mean I’m not sayinf I would do it but people don’t often lose their spleens.”He says with a little nod of his head before shrugging his shoulders.”Things come and go and I, more or less, come and go with ’em. Though not as frequently as the Fianna around here it seems.”He adds with a little smile.”I thought the Striders and Gnawers were supposed to be the wanderers.”
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget starts walking towards where the rest of the group sauntered off to. “Vous, monsieur, une bête,” she teases. “Yeah, I know. I had some family stuff to deal with. Stepmother. Sibling on the way. You get the drift. Besides, I really needed to get out of the city. Too many ghosts around here.”
[Kristen Burke] Kristen chooses to sit next to him. She finishes her iced drink, quickly and sets the cup aside then tilts her head considering. “To the successful resolution of your cases?”
[Izzy Montoya] She settles into her seat, and smirks. “You know me, I rarely miss anything.” She reaches for her drink, already lifting it toward her lips when Derek asks what they should drink too. She pauses, and glances at him, before she lowers the glass and waits.
She drinks – and drinks a lot. Like a fish, or a Fianna, most say, but that doesn’t seem to stop her. Perhaps, in the way of the Fenrir, she believes herself invincible. Perhaps she hopes to drink herself to death, to forget. Or, perhaps, she simply doesn’t give a shit, and wants to sleep at night.
Whatever the reason, she lift her glass again, and smirks. “To men tied to my bed, one way or another.” A beat, and she looks to Kristen. “…or that.”
Either way, she drinks.
[Kristen Burke] She laughs at Izzy’s comment then nods and raises her glass and downs it. A contented noise escapes her lips. She’s Fianna. They are expected to get drunk all the time. She can get away with it without anyone batting an eye. Having a reputation for being a partier does make it easier. Having cops order her drinks for her makes it easier to get away with the fact that she’s not quite actually legal yet. But she doesn’t remind Derek of that.
[Simon Zahradnik] He smiles just a hint.”Ghosts I can handle if you’ve got a ghost problem just come to me and I’ll fuck their shit up.”He says, a soft little joke to lighten the mood. Oh he knew what she meant. The dead were all around them, sorta, the dead were dead and weren’t really here anymore except in their memories. Wisps of people who were and now simply aren’t. Everyone deals with death but the Garou face it damn near nightly. So now and again lightening the mood always helped.
“I think Patrick headed outta town. Though I think Rory is still around here somewhere so you might wanna at least check in with her so she knows you’re around but I still got your back if you need it.”He says with a nod. His protection wasn’t really even something he specifically doled out to anyone it was offered to kin of all tribes who needed it. Without hesitation. Unless they were being stupid… He’s not gonna get his ass killed over someone else’s stupidity.
[Derek Anderson] He watched them both, chuckling at Izzy toast “Oh..those poor poor men” He said definatly not having pity for any of them. He rinned widely then nodded to Kristen “And I’ll drink at you finding a pack soon”
He downed half of his drink, and smiled as both women seemed intent on drinking faster than him. It was fine by him. He could handle it. Sned one home, make sure the other also gets afely back and sleep well. He drinks the rest of his glass and then order a pitcher of beer and more whiskey. Good thing Gaia invetned taxis. They might end up needing more than one.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks as Derek commiserates with those poor poor men. “I’ve never had any complaints.” There’s a subtle tease under there, somewhere, even as she finishes off her drink and reaches for the next as it’s set before her.
She has things to forget – if only for a little while.
[Kristen Burke] She smiles softly, even a little sadly at Derek’s last comment. The last attempt had failed miserably. She had missed quite how little Adara and Ki had gotten along. She reached out to squeeze his hand, thanking him for the gesture without saying anything. She sighs a little though, then takes the next drink quickly as well and moves her chair a little closer to Derek’s so she can lean against him.
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget takes a seat and sighs. She orders a Strongbow hard cider and keeps it simple. “I’ve seen Rory once. Never met her. I don’t think she frankly cares much about the rest of us. Kristen knows I’m here now. If anything, I can check in with her, I’m sure. But I appreciate it.”
She looks to Kristen and Derek, then to Izzy. She smiles at them for a bit, lost in a train of thought. After a moment, she raises her bottle and leans it forward a bit. “To ghosts,” she says in a rare sober mood.
[Derek Anderson] He grins at Izzy’s words “That’s because you gag them.” He playfully nudges her shoulder with his fist. “Told you I’d make sure you get some good sleep tonight” He said to her with a smile. Kristen scoots closer as SImon and Bridget sits with them
“Rory’s living at the Church now” he tells Bridget “If you want ot see her, go there, she’s around most of the time”
He nodds to Simon. Both never has been formally introduced but if the Shadow Lord didn’t need to talk to him, he won’t strike a conversation with him. He guesses eventually someone will make the proper introductions For now, he wasn’t gonig to adress an unkown Garou just like that.
[Kristen Burke] She reaches over to squeeze Bridget’s shoulder comfortingly. She’s missed most of the conversation her and Simon had but she’s heard enough of it to make the offer. “Just tell me how long between check ins before I should start to worry and I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for you. And you’re welcome to tell me if anything is bothering you. I’ll do what I can to help.” She promises the woman.
[Bridget Geroux] “Thanks, Kristen. I really appreciate it. Likewise, if there’s anything I can do… let me know.”
[Izzy Montoya] Its because she gags them. “With something, yes.” With what, she doesn’t say – but that smirk turns dangerously close to an almost grin when he nudges her shoulder. In return, she kicks him lightly under the table.
She leans back in her chair, and watches the rest of the them idly. He told her he’d make sure she slept tonight. That little smirk is back. “I’ll hold you too that, Anderson.”
[Izzy Montoya] after the light kick, however, when she settles back in her chair, her foot remains close to his. gentle pressure, a silent appreciation unseen by the woman who leans against him.
to Derek Anderson
[Kristen Burke] “Oh…Simon, this is Derek. Derek, this is Simon.” She’d picked up on Izzy’s purposeful ignoring of the man so she doesn’t add her to the introductions. “Simon was one of the ones I went to that church with.” She mentions for Derek’s benefit.
[Kristen Burke] ((*Dies* Mr. Anderson…*In Agent Smith voice* I have no idea why that never hit me before. *Giggles*))
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget nudges Simon’s side a bit and watches his profile for a moment. The exchange is quiet for a moment. She sips her cider, still watching. Eventually, when the combined Rage of the room gets almost overwhelming, she grins. “Got new ink.”
[Derek Anderson] “Ow…stop beating me up” He said to Izzy after she kicked him “I’m gonig to tell Katherine”He said, liek a kid telling another onethat he’d go ot a teacher or a parent. He give her a crooked grin. He of course wouldn’t do such a thing. They both knew it. He could handle himself pretty well after all.
“And I’m a man of my word Montoya. Trust me, you’ll sleep even if I have to hit you with a club. Knock you out or something” He smiled and then look at Simon as he pick his whiskey “It’s good to meet you Simon” He told the man with a nod. he downed his drink and then fill Izzy, Kristen and his’s glasses with beer.
[Izzy Montoya] He complains about her beating him up and she smirks. “Pussy.” It is never more abundantly clear that Izzy has been comfortable working in a mans field for over a decade than when she banters with a fellow officer. There’s something there reminiscent of The Nation, of Pack, of Family. Its a bond tighter than blood, and one she doesn’t take lightly.
Unlike his threat to tell Kate on her. She snorts, and takes another drink, and nods. “Or something.” She always picks or something.
[Simon Zahradnik] He looks back at Bridget with a smile.”What? Oh umm… Nothing new no… How about you?”He asks her with a little grin.”The guy I go to is great… He’s in Detroit but that shouldn’t be too bad a run if you know what you want. He’s amazing.”
[Kristen Burke] She pouts. “Hey, beating him up is my job.” Then her eyes move over to Bridget. “You did?”
[Derek Anderson] Simon ignored him and he shrug, it was fine by him. Izzy call him a pussy and a smirked “Dick” he replied to her. He look at irsten and smiled “Hey now..I think you’re roomate is having a really bad influence on you. Stay away from the Fury” he said sounding mock offended “Damn”
He smiled to Izzy “Or something sounds like a wise option you know”He said, nodding sagely with a grin
H drank some of his beer, watching Bridget, Kristen and Simon talk.
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget nods to Kristen and shares with the two. “There’s some kin up at Red Deer who does a stellar job.” She holds up the underside of her wrist to reveal a small, understated fleur de lis. She gestures with a hand to her ribcage on the right side: “This one is newer. I’ll have to show you at the Brotherhood.”
“I’d like that, Simon. Whoever does your ink is great.”
[Simon Zahradnik] He nods.”I moved in there so just drop by anytime… Or I’ll walk you back if you’;re stayin’ there. Are you stayin’ there?”
[Kristen Burke] She chuckles and nods. “Yeah, it’d probably be bad if Izzy and Derek had to arrest you.” She giggles then takes a sip of her beer. She’s not drunk, she’s just pleasantly relaxed and thinking of pleasant things.
[Izzy Montoya] Or something is a wise option. She smirks. “I know.”
She doesn’t say anything to Kristen’s pout, but there’s a subtle lift to her brow, and curl of her lips as she takes a drink. Perhaps another day she’d say something. Or do something. But today, she doesn’t. Today, she simply remains exactly as she is.
[Derek Anderson] He look at Kristen “Naahh, I’d never arrest a kin. So Bridget is fine…carry on” He say with a motion on his hand, smiling. He was teasing of course. He leaned in his chair, drinking his beer, letting the Fiannas and Simon talk to each other.
He glanced at Izzy, looked at her glass, filled it up, filled his own up, Kristen’s if she needed to. He draknk in silence for the moment.
[Bridget Geroux] “I honestly haven’t given it much thought. I’ve been staying at this motel in Waukegan. I guess I could pop in and say hello to Jenny and Reuben,” she smiles and sips her cider. Bridget isn’t hitting it hard tonight with the booze. Maybe that’s a good thing. “So, what happened. Why aren’t you at the safehouse anymore?”
[Izzy Montoya] Derek would never arrest a kin. “I might.” She smirks though, and shrugs. “But only if her tits are better than mine. I do hate the competition.”
She’s joking.
Probably.
She’s drinking though – definitely.
[Kristen Burke] She giggles again, and drinks more of the beer. She’s thirsty so it’s been going down, but she’s already leaning against Derek so it’s hard to tell if its affecting her.
[Bridget Geroux] As for the jest, Bridget laughs a bit and shakes her head. “Nah, it’s not indecent. It’s just not my practice to strip at bars. You dig?” At Izzy’s comment, Bridget gives her a healthy once-over without a trace of jealousy. It’s not a “checking out the competition kind of thing”, either.
“Why compete?” she grins and hides behind her cider smugly.
[Izzy Montoya] “Because I like to win. Not share.”
Which, is perhaps not entirely true. But she seems confident enough as she finishes her beer, and pours more. She doesn’t say anything about stripping at bars. She’d never strip at the bar.
…in the ladies room, however…
[Derek Anderson] He laughed at Izzy’s comment “How owuld you know if they are. Do you go around taking kin women’s shirt off and check? If so..I think you’d find assistants for that fairly easilly” He grinned at her.
He let the women banter, drinking from his glass. He smiled though. At what, it was hard to say. Maybe at the thought of them having a breasts competition, maybe because he knew damn well Izzy loved to win. Or maybe he was jsut slowly getting drunk.
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget shrugs, “Wasn’t talking about sharing.” She drops it, however. The cider gets finished soon enough. She orders another, but doesn’t intend to hit the booze hard tonight.
“Simon,” she asks looking back over her shoulder from the bar, “do you want anything?”
[Izzy Montoya] “Told you already – I get no complaints.”
She smirks, and tips the beer back again.
[Simon Zahradnik] He shakes his head and smiles back at Bridget.”No drinking tonight… Gotta be responsible and something something… Maybe after.”He adds with a little nod before smiling a hint.”Dark Sky didn’t work out so well but I’ll get somethin’ else up and running soon. It was kinda months in the making anyway. Now I get my chance to shine I guess or some shit like that.”
[Bridget Geroux] She comes back with her cider and perches on her chair… stool… wherever they are now. She looks to Kristen and snickers a bit at how bleary-eyed she looks. Bridget turns back to Simon and watches him again.
“I believe it,” she nods. “I have to appreciate healthy ambitions.”
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at Izzy “No, I guess you don’t” He drank some more beer. He slwoly got up after a moment “Sorry m’dear” He said to Kristen “Need to go to the bathroom. Be right back”
He move in the direction of the man’s room.
[Kristen Burke] Simon mentions a pack again and Derek needs to get up. She sighs a little and straightens so he can go and downs the rest of her glass before putting her head down on the table.
[Izzy Montoya] She toasts Derek silently with her beer as he gets up, and then idly watches those at the table. It’s a moment, then three, before she pulls out her cell phone from her pocket – likely it was on vibrate – and she glances at the screen. A moment, and then she stands.
“I have to take this. Excuse me.”
And she heads toward the back restrooms, where it’s not only quieter, but where there’s a back entrance and an alley with some bit of privacy to take the call and light a cigarette. Into the phone, all she snaps is “Montoya.”
[Bridget Geroux] “Oh dear.” Bridget stops and touches Kristen’s shoulder. “You alright, fille?”
[Simon Zahradnik] He shrugs and nods his head slowly.”Well it’s not so much about ambition as realism. Like you said, a lot of ghosts… Ghosts who didn’t have to be ghosts. I’m not a fan of ghosts and I think we’ve made one too many bad decisions lately. Now we need to start making good ones. Smart and thought out plans the kinda shit that keeps people coming home and out of the grave.”He says back to her assertively.”We’ve gotta do something here, we’ve been mixing it up for a while and it’s not done much to benefit us. We need direction and focus.”
“But that’s my realm or whatever… Not the kinda shit you probably wanna talk about.”
[Derek Anderson] He exited the bar in the alley just after her, smiling “I want to get the hell out of here and in your bed. How about we pretend you’re getting tired and I’ll get you home so we can talk about your case..which we cxan do in the morning” He grinned, standing very close to her
to Izzy Montoya
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles, and arches a brow. “What about your drunken friend in there…”
But it’s forgotten immediately as she leans back against the wall and pulls him against her, laying claim to his lips in a way designed to let him know she was thinking just the same… She arches against him, kissing him deeply before she nods with a chuckle.
“I’m suddenly fuckin’ exhausted.”
to Derek Anderson
[Kristen Burke] “Mm, my grouping didn’t work out so well either.” She watches Izzy go toward the bathrooms as well, then looks back at her glass and refills it and takes another long drink
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget turns to look at Simon again in one of those direct stares it isn’t wise to give an Ahroun. Kristen and Simon talk, and parts of what they say reach her… from what limited scope she has, she can see pretty far. Bridget keeps one hand on Kristen’s shoulder, but her other hand goes towards Simon. Specifically, his cheek.
“You don’t bore me, Simon. And I think this is a great idea. If you’ve found that direction, I’m glad for it.”
[Derek Anderson] He kissed her hard, body pressed against her, hands coving her butt, squeezing it. After a moment, he grinned “Ahem…well I have ot tell her it’s over. Haven’t had the chance to see her privatly lately. And I could od it otnight, but I promise you, I’d have you sleep well”
He nibble her neck a little “All right..go back in from the front o osmething, I’ll come back in the menatime. And after a beer, we can go”
to Izzy Montoya
[Izzy Montoya] She wraps a leg around him, holding him tight as he presses against her, and the chuckles across her lips. “You did promise.”
She bares her neck for him, and moans as he teases her, before letting him pull back with a growl of frustration. “One beer. That’s it.”
And thus, warned, she reaches and slides her hand along the front of his pants, caressing him through the material, before she pulls away and smirks, dialing someone on the phone as she walks around the corner, so that when she does re-enter, it’s authentic.
to Derek Anderson
[Derek Anderson] He comes back shortly and took his seat beside Kristen, picking up his beer, offering her a smile
[Kristen Burke] She smiles softly at Bridget, then looks up and over as Derek comes back and smiles softly at him as well then closes her eyes and lays her head down again.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her “I di and I”m a man of my word” He squeezed her butt again “No more than a beer or I’ll fuck you on hte table in front of them”He grinned “See you in a few”he caressed her ass brieftly and went ot the bathroom.
to Izzy Montoya
[Simon Zahradnik] “So I heard.”He says back to Kristen.”Sometimes it can be hard to find the right person to blend in with. Still you and Adara seem to be close so I am sure the two of you’ll be able to find someone soon.”He says with a nod of his head he wasn’t directly offering anything there, but he wasn’t denying it either. What he was looking for wasn’t just a pack it was a team.
He then looks back at Bridget with a smile.”Well good then I will have to talk battle strategy with you sometime and see how well you hold up if that’s true.”He adds with a little smile taking shape.
[Izzy Montoya] The front door opens, and Izzy enters the bar again, snarling into the phone. “Just do it, you fucking prick.” before she snaps the phone shut, and shoves it into her pocket again. She takes a moment before she goes back to the table, standing there, her head bowed slightly, her thumb and forefinger pressed against the bridge of her nose. It looks for all the world like she’s counting to 10.
in french.
Backwards.
A breath, and she straightens her shoulders, and stalks back to the table to fall heavily into her chair and reach for her beer, downing half of it in one go.
[Kristen Burke] “Everyone else seems to want a war pack.” She says softly. “I’m not a fighter. You know that.”
[Derek Anderson] He look at Kristen as she put her head on the table “Are you all irght?”He ask her, catching what Simon was saying “It’s the pack business weighting on you?”
Then Izzy comes back in..she had gone out? Well now she came back the Real Izzy..angry and mean as hell
“Jehovah witnesses on the phone again?”He ask her with a grin. Yeah, h was either crazy or cocky. Maybe both.
[Bridget Geroux] “Ooh, is that a challenge, monsieur?” Bridget raises her eyebrows and grins widely. “You’re on.”
Izzy’s French pricks her ears, but she doesn’t inquire.
[Kristen Burke] She nods a touch to Derek’s question, then he’s talking to Izzy so she just stays there with her head down.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, slightly. “Work.”
And that’s all she’ll say about it. Anger settles around her like a comfortable cloak, palpable, almost visible. Lukas called her the prickly kin. Little did he know…
She takes another swig of her beer, silent.
[Derek Anderson] He look at Izzy, tilts his head, frown as if he tried to remember something “Work? Oh shit. We do have to check on that case of yours and what you found earlier”
He wipe his face with his hand, forehead toward chin as if it would sober him some. Luckilly he was just slightly buzzed. He look at what was left from his beer, reached for it then stopped himself with a slightly mournful expression.
“I guess we should go and do that before I fall facedown from exhaustion.” He rubbed the back of his head.
[Kristen Burke] She lifts her head. “I’m going to head to Broho then. Good luck Derek, Izzy. Goodnight everyone.” She pushes slowly to her feet.
[Izzy Montoya] She scrubs her face with her hand, and nods. “Yeah.”
Duty calls – and none should understand that more than those of the Nation at the table. She stands, and pulls on her blazer, patting down all her pockets to be sure she has everything – including the piece of evidence picked up earlier.
Then, she nods to the rest of the table, before she turns and heads toward the door. “I need a smoke. Meet you outside.”
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget finishes her cider, setting the cool bottle on the table. She pulls herself into a full-bodied stretch, then looks towards Derek. She was about to ask if he was going to make sure Kristen got home, but seeing as he has business to deal with involving Detective Montoya, she reconsiders.
Her attention turns to Simon, then to Kristen. “Hey, fille. Wait up. We’re headed that way and my car’s just down the street. Do you want a ride?”
[Kristen Burke] She looks back at Bridget. “Actually, yes, that would be wonderful. Thank you.”
[Derek Anderson] He got up as well “Have a good night hun, you look liek you need some rest” He look at Bridget and nodded to her “Thanks for taking her home. She’s a big girl but still” he smiled ot her and then kissed Kristen’s forehead “Call me tomorow, we’ll do something ok?”
He nodded to Simon then Bridget “Good night to you all”
He waited for Kristen’s answer before heading out.
[Kristen Burke] She nods at Derek. “Good night.”
[Simon Zahradnik] He shrugs his shoulders.”I should really finish my run, but I’ll be back at the Broho in an hour or so… So if anyone needs me you know where to find ,me.”
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget seems somewhat disheartened, but she shrugs. “Alright. I’ll see you then. We could run by contact information for our ink artists… or your battle plans, or something. You know I can’t sleep well in the city.”
A look to Kirstin before she takes out her keys and moves towards the door. “Fille, you and I have some gossip to catch up on… for certain.”
[Bridget Geroux] “Goodnight, Izzy… uh… was it Derek?”
[Izzy Montoya] (thanks for the scene all – my alarm goes off in 5 hours. must sleep. :)
[Kristen Burke] She chuckles softly and nods. “I’ll tell you what I know. Oh I’m sorry. Yes, Derek this is Bridget, Bridget, Derek” ((Though I need to go to bed, I’ll be home about 7-7:30pm tomorrow site time :) ))
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to Bridget “Yeah it’s Derek. See you around Bridget” He shook Bridget’s hand and waved at Kristen then start to head away with Izzy, hands in his pockets, nto even talknig much, while the other cop smoked. Both had their car parked not too far, or so he assumed.
[Kristen Burke] ((Thanks for the scene all…ninight!))
[Simon Zahradnik] Within a few seconds Simon has waved to everyone and is back out on the street to pick up his jog where he had left off.
[Morning after: June 7th]
[Derek Anderson] They had driven to Izzy’s place, each in their respective car. The made it ot the stairs, barely, before he kissed her, hard, passionatly, his hands roaming all over her body. They started to move up, slowly, clothing being raised for easier access. Eventually they had to pause, other clothes lowered, hard sex entered moist sex and they enjoyed each other in the stairs.
After climaxing, they moved up the rest of the distance to Izzy’s appartment, hands moving all over the other’s body. As soon as the door closed, clothing flew all over, kissing resumed and they had wild, passionate sex from the lobby till they reached her room, eventually ending with both of them breathing fast, skin covered with sweat, laying on the bed.
He put his arm behind his head, a satisfied smile on his lips, turning to watch her naked body without shame. He loved looking at her, as he knew she enjoyed the sight of him. He didn’t speak for the moment, just content to be beside her.
[Izzy Montoya] She lays where she fell when she rolled off him, a leg still slung over his, twisting her torso in a way that would be alluring if she had more curves, yet still manages to be enticing just the same. He looks at her, and she tries to remember how to breathe, her eyes closed, her arm out flung, her body shimmering with exertions sheen in the low light from the one lamp they managed to turn on at some point.
[I want to see you – someone said it, maybe both, sometime during the desperation to sink inside each other’s skin. She’d found the lamp. Turned it on. Then found him – and did the same…]
y
Nothing ever seems so clear as it does in these moments, when she’s pushed aside everything else, choosing to lose herself in sensation, in blinding lust-filled need. The light is brighter, sounds so clear she would swear she could hear his heartbeat over her own. Her mind is calm, the jumble of thoughts from the scene earlier having faded to oblivion. Her body thrums with energy spent, with satiation.
Finally, she twists, so that her leg falls off him as well, and she lays on her back beside him – close enough to touch, still, though with a huff of amused breath. “…whew.”
[Derek Anderson] He definatly had asked for the light to be turned on. She probably knew by now that he loved seeing her, either on him, under him, when she sucked him, when he ate her, on all fours..no matter..she looked really good from all angles. He let his breathing calm down, one hand resting on her thigh. He never touched her much in public, except to tease here and there, but in the bedroom, he liked to have some contact with her. She felt good.
He slowly turned on his side to look at her, propping his head so he could look at her better “Do you think you’ll sleep well tonight?” He ask with a teasing grin. She had drunk enough to be buzzed, she had fucked enough to be spent..well they might do it again a little later just to be sure..he was confident that she’d sleep soundly tonight.
[Izzy Montoya] she doesn’t pull away from his hand, lifting her thigh slightly into his touch instead. she rarely touches anyone in public – well, unless she’s fucking them at the time – and was more surprised than she should have been that being so close to him, seeing him with the garou, made her want him more.
To help her sleep, of course.
She smirks, slightly, and echoes his thoughts. “Maybe. Might have to do that again, in a bit, just to be sure.” Always willing and ready, Izzy. She slides her hand over his, lightly, her other hand resting on her lower belly.
[Derek Anderson] He grin “Good, because I know I can do it again and well..can’t really help myself with you. WOuld suck to get a hard on later and oyu’re too tired to enjoy it” He nibbled her neck, teasing her a little, moving to her jawline, then her lips for a kiss. Eventually he breaks it, looking at her.
“So want to talk about the case you were on earlier, one we’ve talked about last week or something else” The way he looked at her, she would definatly know what he meant by something else. he had noticed the bags under her eyes, how she was still affected by Finnegan’s betrayal. He might be young but he wasn’t blind.
“Do yu want me around more often to help you rest more regularly?”He add, the thought not unpleasant to him.
[Izzy Montoya] She bares her throat to his teases, before she slides her free hand up over his shoulder, along the back of his neck, nails teasing lightly through his close cropped hair as she kisses him. It’s almost tender, now, without the heat of need behind it. Languid, lazy. Something she doesn’t indulge in often – or didn’t, before. Sometimes, there’s a glimpse of what Izzy might have been in her youth – young, fresh, free….
But she always returns, with a little quirk of her lips, twisting so easily into a smirk instead of a smile, even if her languid satiation has taken the sting from it.
“Not really, no, maybe but it ties in with the first and… what terms would such an arrangement be under….” Teasing suspicion laces under the tone of the last question as she arches a brow up at him.
[Derek Anderson] He smiled at her words “The terms of the arrangement would be simple. I’d be around regularly, as often as you want without me getting on your nerves..and the rest would be the same as every time we meet. Drink, games, eaing sometimes, lots of sex..you know..just what we do naturally. I think you’ll sleep muc better if well spent”
He grin at her. “Of course you can add or ake anything from the arrangement. I want to help you out, not piss you off.. Your choice”
He pause, looking at her “So tell me..anything oyu want ot tell me then”
[Izzy Montoya] That brow hitches higher as he names his terms, and then she chuckles softly. “all right.” She must be tired, to have agreed so quickly. Or, perhaps, she’s contemplating the terms she might add. Or she really doesn’t object too much to his presence. For now.
As for telling him something, she studies him, for a long moment, her dark eyes direct, unflinching. It’s much the same way she looks at Trueborn – defiant, steady – but at the same time, softer somehow. Afterglow. Or something.
She slides her hand along his arm, tracing the muscles under the skin, teasing lightly with her nails before she asks a question, instead. “When you found me tonight – what did you think I was doing?” Curious, really.
[Derek Anderson] H grinned slightly when she agreed to have him around more often. He was actually surprised she said yes. He was afraid she’d think it was some kind of move to make her his or that he was harboring ideas of being together, like a coouple. it wasn’t the plan. The plan was to have her sleep better and at the same time, just have fun with each other while it last.
He looked back into her eyes, not bothered by how direct she was. It wasn’t a staring contest for him, he blinked normally but his eyes were looknig into hers. Her nails sent little shivers along his skin, his hand still on her thigh, comfortable there.
“I’m not sure, you seemed to be deep in thoughts, focused on something I couldn’t see. Or maybe listening to something that I couldn’t hear. Whatever it was, it worked it seem for you found that piece of paper.” He wasn’t sure what she did, if she was psychic like that guy Carter. No matter the thoguhts crossing his mind, it didn’t seem to change the way he looked at her.
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles, slightly. “Very astute, Detective.”
She lifts her hand and slides her fingers through her hair, looking toward the window for a moment, as if contemplating something. A confession, maybe. Something personal, definitely. “I’m not a psychic nutjob… but I was listening. Did you know that some kin can learn gifts – under… certain.. circumstances?” She doesn’t really wait for an answer, it doesn’t need one, really. He does or he doesn’t – or he does now.
“I can hear echoes of past conversations – sometimes better than others. It’s harder, outside, where the words haven’t been contained by the walls, but it still works. I was listening to see if I could hear who dumped the body, if they left anything behind.”
[Derek Anderson] He watched her for a moment and nodded slowly “That is a really useful gift to have. Now I understand why you are so good. Not that you wouldn’t be without it. But in our line of work, it’s one very interesting edge to have. I wonder if I could learn it” He say with a little shrug
“Anyway, now you have something to work with. I haven’t seen the paper properly but if you kept it, it must be important. I hope you’ll catch the killer. If I can help, let me you, right?” She probably won’t but still, he offers.
His hands move slowly over her thigh, caressing it, moving to her belly, caressing over the scars briefly, he knew those scars haunted her and then moved a little higher to caress her skin.
[Izzy Montoya] She shakes her head, slightly. “I was only taught it because it was useful to them at the time. Learning those things… it’s not pleasant. Neither is the listening, often. And…” a beat, and she looks back to meet his gaze, again.
“I’ve trusted very few people this. Don’t make me regret trusting you by running off and seeking it yourself.” There’s no threat there, other than the fact he has seen all too clearly what losing someone she trusts does to her… how firmly she shuts the door, and deeply she suffers because of it. “It’s not that I want to keep it for myself, either. I’m competitive, but not THAT competitive…”
The last, with a little smirk, familiar, though it falters as his hands slide over those scars, and she holds her breath for half a moment, before she continues. “Finn was involved in the coverup, at least. Possibly in the killing itself. He was one of the ones that dumped the body.”
[Derek Anderson] His hand moved to rest on her cheek “I won’t betray your trust. Nor will I go seek someone to teach it to me. It would be useful..even if it’s unpelasant btu I managed to work my way up normally so far, so I’ll continue that way. Nor will I ask you to use your gift to help me. Unless it’s extremey important. You’re my friend, a fellow cop and an incredibly hot fuckfriend before anything else. Never a toll, never someone to use or abuse in any ways.
Beside I”m not stupid and want to live. You’d kill me if I did those” He let his thumb caress her cheek then take his hand away and move it back ot her belly.
“If he’s involved, then you’ll have something to pin on him and then destroy him for what he did to you. He deserve no less”
[Derek Anderson] (*never a tool…)
[Izzy Montoya] She leans her head into his hand, slightly, as he makes his promise, and when he gets to the end of his promise she laughs, briefly. “I would. But if you think I can help – call. I’ll come.”
There’s the smirk again, the one that suggests her words have double meaning. it’s brief, as he mentions destroying Finn. She still has feelings for the man – he was her partner, her friend, someone who worshiped the ground she walked on, and she. failed. him.
She lets her hand fall to Derek’s on her belly, resting lightly there. “The paper is a take out menu. It’s not much of a lead, but likely it’s where he was killed. John Doe was missing a finger too – they wanted a ring, or something. Figure the next stop is the restaurant, to see what I can hear. Then I’ll go from there.”
Not that she likes this investigation, at all – but she has to know. has too.
But she changes the subject. She moves his hand to the odd scars on her lower belly. “You keep touching these. If you want to know – ask.” It will be the only time she offers.
[Derek Anderson] He smiled “Oh I’ll call” The way he said it, it meant many things. She certainly had an idea of what some of those things would be. Most where in the terms agreed earlier. He nodded when she tell him about the paper. “I can come with you, watch your back while you investigate. Seems like you need to focus a lot to hear the echoes. Having someone around to watch over you might be a good idea, especially when you get closer to all this.”
His eyes moved to his hand now back on her scars “I don’t need to know, but yeah I’d liek to kno.w I was thinking you’d tell me when and if you ever wanted me to know. And I keep touching them for a few reasons. Because I liek touching you, and they’re part of you, because this area is one of my favorite on a woman when we’re naked and relaxig liek irght now and I find scars sexy on a woman. Now I know that most of the time, it means something traumatic and I don’t get any joy out of those events that happened. But they tell me how strong you are, that you will not let anything break you.
You’re a bad ass and it makes you just really fucking hot.”He grin at her then look more serious “If you still want to tell me, I’m listening”
[Izzy Montoya] He could come with her. She nods, slightly. It’s difficult to hear, to pull the single conversations needed from the overwhelming flood. And knowing how close she is to the subject, that she shouldn’t be investigating at all because she’s dangerously personally involved… well. She just nods.
She smirks slightly. “I don’t talk about them. Unless asked. And sometimes, not even then.” She’s not even sure why she opened that door tonight. Part of her, some deep dark part, knows what today is… even if she isn’t consciously aware of the thought. She doesn’t watch him, though, as she speaks. She doesn’t want to see the horror of what the world is really like dawning, or see revulsion, or see – worst of all – pity.
“I worked my way to detective here in Chicago in four years. Without the gift, by the way. John and I were partners from the get go, squad car, then as detective as he got his badge the year after I did. We weren’t homicide then – but part of the drug task force. He still is.” She hopes. Somewhere, that he’s alive, and still under cover, and still one of the good guys. She has no proof of anything, as he’s fallen completely off the grid, but a part of her harbors that hope, nursing it carefully to life should it ever begin to flicker.
“He didn’t know he was Fenrir then. I was raised in the Nation. He saw only that I took some risks, and couldn’t understand them. We had a case that went south – details aren’t important – and I had a choice. Quit the force in disgrace, or accept transfer. I took the later – with the condition they keep John completely out of it. Sarge agreed and I spent almost a decade in Miami as a result.”
She pauses, twisting to reach the night stand, and her cigarettes and lighter kept there. It’s a long story – and one she doesn’t revisit often. She ignores the fact that her hands shake as she lights up, tossing the lighter and pack back on the table and laying down again, careful to exhale the smoke to the side, away from him. Finally, she speaks again.
“I switched to homicide. We were up against a serial murderer. He evaded every fuckin trap, left us taunting messages – it was infuriating. The Sept couldn’t even get a bead on him. He was that fuckin’ slippery. They taught me Echoes, in hopes it would help. He kept evading us. Then I fucked up. We’d had dozens of crack tips, and I thought this one was another one, and followed the lead on my own.
He got me.” She takes another drag, her eyes distant as she revisits that night. She doesn’t give many details. Maybe she doesn’t have too – the scars, they speak for themselves. “He kept me in the dark, in a small room. For days. They’d come at me, over and over again, as he taunted me from the shadows – Kinswoman, this is your place. You are nothing, he’d say, but a filthy half-breed. He called me nothing but Kinswoman, Kinfolk, everything but my name. It’s why I refuse to be called such now – it’s a trigger. And Daniel almost killed me for it, without ever knowing or giving two fucks why. His pack came at me over and over again. I tried to get away, and they’d simply grab and haul me back.”
She turns his hand, slightly, so that his palm is over her pubic bone, and spreads his fingers upwards, pointing toward her belly, toward the scars. If he had crinos hands and claws, it is easy to see how they would sink into her skin, four of them, perfectly spaced to drag her closer to a mouth, a dick, a fucked up manifestation of the other side of Gaia… Evil itself.
“I quit fighting. I wanted to die. I am not unbreakable.” Soft, that admission, before she lets go of his hand. She takes another drag off her cigarette before she continues. It steadies her voice – it does nothing to steady the tremble under her skin. “It took them three days to find me. Three days and the entire sept. Another detective kin on the force got the promotion and accolades for my rescue, though it took them all and a lot of covering up exactly what happened. THey could only heal me enough to keep me alive till I got to the hospital. We concocted a story about ritual stabbing to explain theses. The other wounds healed on their own. He’d broken my leg in three places, my wrist, my nose and my jaw, cuts and bruises too numerable to mention. And those. It took months to recover.”
In many ways, she has never recovered. And then she reveals the reason, perhaps, for her vulnerability tonight. “The murderer was a fellow detective.” A beat. “He took me ten years ago. Tonight.”
[Derek Anderson] He listened to her story, the hand n her belly curlnig into a fist, his whole body tensing as she tell him what happened, as his imagination filled the rest, probably not even reaching half of the depravity she suffered. Never during her story did he say a word or gasp or made any sound at all. His whole body was tense, ready to snap.
He was silent for a long moment, then his muscles realxed slightly, his hand open and rested on her scars, knowing what they were, not pulling away. He felt bad for her, it was hard not to. No women should ever go through that, not even a third of it. But she did, was still working as a cop, was still functionning. Yes she wasn’t sociable, had a sexual addiction and drank a lot. So what? Most would be depressive, suicidal or in an asylum. Not her
“Maybe you’re not unbreakable, but you’re the toughest person I know. You’re just fucking hardcore to have gone through all this and be who you are today. It’s incredible”He said with a touch of respect in his voice. “It might sound weird, but hearing this turned me on…not the events..not at all…the result, the woman with me, that bad ass Fenrir, with the tight sexy body..the one who can overcome such things…not that person, turn me on even more than before.”
He caressed her slowly “Since this is a night of bad memories, we’ll change the subject if you don’t mind and you get to pick somethig, anything you want to do before bed…or in the morning before work. We could compete ofr it, but you’d jsut kick my ass again”He say with a playful grin.
[Izzy Montoya] She functioned – but not necessarily well. She drank a lot. she fucked a lot. It was something of a control issue – no one tells her who, or when. She does. She makes the choice, she decides. It’s a fine line, but the ones that matter most so often are. But it explains much about her – her terror of small spaces, the reason she takes the stairs, the refusal to let anyone get truly close, the refusal to be claimed. By anyone.
His praise, his soft words, even his anger – they wind tension about her form, subtly, even as she tries to block it, to keep it away, to stop the thoughts this train always leads too. She turns her head, takes a final drag off her cigarette, and puts it out in a beer bottle on the dresser. She exhales, and then lays back down, and turns to meet his gaze again…
Anything she wants, he says, and she smirks slightly, maybe even a touch sadly, before she takes a breath and admits… “Just be with me. Like…” a pause. They are so often fevered, pounding, filled with lust and delicious lack of control. Perhaps the end of the sentence can be answered several ways – like she’s something precious, like she’s breakable but strong, like she’s special, like she’s…
loved.
Even if it’s always bullshit in the end. So she falls back on what she doesn’t exactly mean at all. “Just fuck me.”
[Derek Anderson] He doesn’t answer, but roll slightly over her and kiss her lips slightly, teasingly, a grin on his lips then fully, more deeply. The hand on her belly movesto her side, up and down, fron her thigh to the side of her breast. The kiss last ofr a long time, becoming more passionate the longer it last. She can feel his arousal against her as his sex harden.
After some time, his handcup her breast, the kiss his broken, his mouth move to nibble her jawline, her neck, her shoudlerblade. His thumb run over her nipple, teasing it. He’s taking his time yet the way he kiss, nibble, touch her is no less passionate than usual. It’s just more controlled, less fucking, more having sex. It’s not sensual or slow, or intimate as love making. But it’s definatly different than usual as he want to appreciate every single inch of her body.
His mouth move to her breasts, kissing, licking them, tongue teasing her nipples, mouth closing to suck and bite gently one than the other. His hand move down, along her belly, between her legs, fingers teasing her clit and labias for the moment, not really rubbing her.
[Izzy Montoya] He says nothing – and there is a brief spark of gratitude for that in her dark eyes… but then he’s kissing her, teasing, and after a moment, her smile matches his own. She slides her arms around him, her body arching into his teasing caresses, his lingering touch as he touches her, his fingertips expertly reading her reactions, building them slowly, even as his kisses deepen, his sex hardens against her…
He plays with a breast, a nipple, between her thighs, and her hand finds him, hard in her fingers as she strokes him, teasing fingertips along the tip, gathering moisture only to slide into a stroke again…
It is not as intimate as making love – but it is what she needs.. what she’s asked for…. his touch sending burning trails under her skin as she sighs softly against his mouth then again as she arches into the heat of his mouth over hardened nipple… her thighs parting for his teasing touch… open, vulnerable, and oh so wet…
[Derek Anderson] Her touch felt good on his sex and he was aroused nad hard enough to take her, btu not right away. His mouth moved down, kissing her belly all over, not ccaring if it was a bullet scar, her claw marks or smooth skin, he didn’t linger over any place in particular but he kiss her just about everywhere.
Shifting his body so she could still touch him, he parted he legs more and kissed the area around her sex, letting his tongue trail over it. He didn’t get to go down on her as often as he’d liek as they often fucked hard and passionatly, but tonight, he wanted to take the time
His tinge slid over her labias and clit as lips closed to leave kisses over them between licks. The tip of his tongue went ot tease her clit for a moment before moving to part her labias, tasting her wetness, sliding inside her. He licked her deep inside for a moment before letting fingers take it’s place, movign in and out of her, curling to rub her snesitive spot while his tongue was flicking her clit.
Maybe he won’t make her climax this way, but he will definatly tease her enough that when she ask for his sex, she might go over the edge just be entering her…then he would make her climax a few more times.
[Izzy Montoya] He kisses her soft, slow, teasing as he leaves no inch of skin untouched, unexplored by fingers, lips, tongue… he takes her in his mouth, teasing with lips, gentle teeth, tongue, and her breath catches, only to fall in a shuddering moan as she opens for him….
Her runs her tongue across her lips, her hand teasing him, familiar, teasing, yet somehow tender as well as she lets him build the sensations under her skin, tingles of delight fanning from her belly outward, until she is alive only by the pulse of her heartbeat under his tongue…
She turns her head, and shifts enough to take him into her mouth, to let her tongue tease along sensitive ridge, to slide him deep into her throat… stroking with fingers and mouth, her moans vibrating against hardened shaft, her tongue gathering his taste, savoring the sensation…
Tonight – tonight they take their time, tonight they explore and he brings her to climax with his tongue, his fingers, and still when he finally slides deep within her, she falls over the edge again, her body tightening around him, holding him deep as she shudders in fiery release…
and still he moves, still he pleasures her, and she wraps long legs about his hips, her hand around the back of his neck, and pulls him into a kiss filled with delighted desperation as she loses count of how many times he makes her cum…