Marcus Cartwright
Marcus is a tall, muscular man in his 30’s, with short brown hair and grey eyes. He’s dressed in shorts and t-shirt, and is strolling along absently bouncing a tennis ball up and down. When he reaches a bench, he jumps up to sit on the back of the seat and look out over the park, sniffing every now and then as he sits with his arms resting on his knees.
Genevieve Creed
*a rustle in the bushes… a faint scent*
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus continues bouncing the ball on the pavement in front of him, not paying attention as the bushes rustle or stray scents catch his Garou nose. Its the park after all, outdoors near a zoo, and such things are to be expected.
Genevieve Creed
*Decayed BO*
Genevieve Creed
*behind him, another rustle from the bushes, and then quiet…. off to the side, maybe 15 feet away, Gen slips out from the underbrush holding a tattered college textbook… she pauses, then sits crosslegged, casually*
Genevieve Creed
*head down, opens the book and seems to study it*
Marcus Cartwright
As the bushes shake, Marcus glances to the side and watches with wide eyes as a filthy girl crawls out of the undergrowth and proceeds to sit down, as if this were perfectly normal, to read. He looks her over closely from head to toe, his eyebrows raised, forgetting about the tennis ball in his hand for a moment.
Daoi Gladecu
*Tap drag tap drag. Her doctors screamed she needed more expersize. Daoi screamed at them that they were quacks. Daoi was a proud looking woman, in her mid 30’s. She wore a black skirt that seemed to flutter around her with the breeze that always seemed to blow through San fran. Her blouse was also black and allowed the breeze in to cool her. Her long fingered hand was graced with a large gold ring of a wolf’s head with two tongues the seal of her family. Her ebony cane was topped with the same gold wolf’s head but this time snarling.
For garou, family breeding shined in here, through the dark night hair that was trimmed short to the unnerving thundering eyes. Daoi’s head lifted from the track for a moment, feeling something familiar…rage? From where?*
Genevieve Creed
*the … aroma… is definately coming from her, but she seems unaware of it, and deeply engrossed in … “Comparative Philosophies”*
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus sniffs once, making a face, then turns away from the crazy homeless person by the bushes. This city was full of them, it seemed, and though she was young, she wasnt his concern. She seemed harmless, and even if she wasnt, what was a girl going to do against a big, strapping former soldier.
He resumes bouncing his ball on the pavement, his feet still resting on the seat as he sits on the back, and feels a now familiar tug. Again?! Glancing around, he scans his surroundings for the source, and locates the woman now walking towards him. His eyes fix on her, still bouncing the ball.
Daoi Gladecu
*bong bong bong…she can hear the ball bouncing on the crumbling pavement. Her eyes raced along the path. She saw the child in the bushes. She had walked past a few such vagabonds. Then she saw the man. A brow slowly rose as he looked at her. Half of her face was scared as if claws had ripped through it. Leaving an eyebrow interrupted and a lid sagging. It also put a cramp on a full smile a it disappeared under her collar.*
Pictures last longer.
*She said as she watched him watch her. Her voice was soft with just a slight Romanian accent*
Marcus Cartwright
“But who’d want one?” Marcus replied in a clear British-Irish accent, catching the ball and holding it, “though if you want one you’d best be quick. Its not all that warm and if I’m to take my shirt off I might catch a chill.” He half-smiles with one side of his mouth. “Never met so many Kin with breeding in one city, thats for sure.”
Daoi Gladecu
Hmmm
*She looks him up and down. He was a good looking fella there was no denying that, but then she had come across a lot of them. When he mentions kin, he must be the source she was looking for. Then the brow raised and her lips twitched*
Not surprising, a lot of them seemed to have followed me from another city. Lets hope their heads clear from the drug in the water that was there. It made them bumbling fools.
Marcus Cartwright
“Ah…” Marcus says, sitting up a bit straighter, “so you’re one of them, eh? We seem to be flooding this city nowadays. You know Nessa, by any chance? No accusation, but ye have a smiliar accent.”
Daoi Gladecu
Her accent is Russian, her Romanian is very bad. She’s my Sister-in-Law, she was coupled with my brother.
*She sighs and looks towards the sky*
I swear to all that is high and holy those two trouble makers were meant for each other.
*She limps forward a bit more and offers him her free hand*
I’m Daoi Gladecu
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus takes her hand in his, holding it gently but firmly and shaking it before releasing, “Marcus Cartwright, called Priest. Ahroun Adren of the Fianna, formerly of Her Majesty’s Special Armed Services. Pleased to meet you, Daoi Gladecu.”
Daoi Gladecu
*She looks around as he gave her his introduction. She looks at those around them and taps him with her cane*
Nice rank, sounds foreign.
*She says looking back at him hard. Things like that shouldn’t be said in public. She cleared her throat and tilted her head*
Come walk with me?
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus nods and stands, tucking the ball into one pocket and jumping down off the bench to stand with Daoi and beginning to stroll along the path. “Foreign to you, certainly. Depends on how well you speak the Tongue, though. And who’s your warder here in San Fran?”
Daoi Gladecu
*She looks at him as she starts walking along with path, this time with him at her side. She a little slower then most but seems to have little problem getting around*
It’s better if you talk about these things while moving. The reason I’m here is because I’m a Doctor researching the tainted condition. We are partially falling over those here. So…it’s safe to assume there are eyes and ears everywhere and far better, that if you have to discuss family business you do it in a way they only catch worthless bits.
*tap drag she looks at him again*
My Warden? Ahh Jael Zanko, a judge of my family.
*she chuckles*
I’ve heard word there was someone like you about. I can now tell Jael I’ve finally met you and give him a name.
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus smiles to himself, not looking at Daoi. “Yes, word is getting around about me. People tracking me down as I track them down. I think I might be finally getting the message across that we need to find a Node and get our act together if we’re to do something about the taint. Though come to think of it, you might be wanting to get in touch with my company, DANU Inc. they have resources that can help you – they’re cybernetics and biological research, as you probably know, with an office in the SOMA. The egg-heads would love to meet another brainiac to chat with.”
Daoi Gladecu
Hmmm
*She says as she walks with him and nods*
I’ve heard of DANU, I used to work with the Black Eagles as support, and through them served their interest in WHO ((World Health Organization)). I think it’s about time I found a real lab to work in. I’ve been slowly doing independent research. Though some of the equipment I need is hard to fit in a basment
Marcus Cartwright
“Then I think I can arrange that,” Marcus smiles, “I’ll put in a call to the board and tell them they’re hiring a new research scientist effective immediately. Give Rachel Greenway, my PA, a call. She’ll let you know what the arrangements are.” He pulls a card out of his pocket, coloured in DANU livery, and hands it to her. “This is me, and on the back is Rachel’s number.”
Daoi Gladecu
Ahh thank you…
*She takes the card and looks it over as they walk and then places it back into her pocket*
I’m sure you’re picking up kin like they are going out of style. I know there were quite a few researches and doctors from where I left, I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s here.
Daoi Gladecu
(Gen is left in a bush, and Daoi and Marcus are walking on a path feel free to join luv)
Marcus Cartwright
“Well you’re the first researcher or doctor I’ve come across, Daoi. I’m sure the suits in the boardroom wouldnt mind a few more if it brings in some more dollars. But I’m glad to help. Looks like I’m Eldest in this city, so its the least I can do. And if it gets me some way of burning out the leech filth, all the better.” He grins viciously, for the first time his inspiring charisma being replaced by a hint of the predator within, quickly flashing in his eyes before vanishing like a ghost. “And since you’re Nessa’s sister, feel free to call if you need me. I aint hard to find, by any means. Well, unless I dont want to be.”
Rory
Now this? This is a Park. The little thing they had in Chicago, with it’s giant metal bean and weird mouths that spit out water, was not a park. Sure she thought it was at the time… but it is nothing compared to the glorious Golden Gate park… Even with the dirty homeless, and the police sweeps, it is pristine, and well. Pretty.
Rory likes pretty. She’s a simple soul really.
It’s cloudy today, but that doesn’t stop her from wandering the park, nor from finding a bench to sit on to watch people walking by. Most people tend to make a wide berth around her bench without even realizing it. They avoid the pretty girl, steps quicken, and they never even notice. Rory doesn’t notice any more either. It is what it is.
She hops up on the seat of the bench, and settles her ass on the back, her feet on the seat. From bottom to top we have dirty tennis shoes – well worn and comfortable – jeans that are relatively new, and definitely clean, a light sweatshirt, green in color, vivid green eyes set in a pretty freckled face, and blood red curls that cannot be missed…
Other things that can’t be missed? The pulse of her Rage that keeps the area clear about her, and the [wasted] breeding that flows thick in her veins, singing songs of Celtic Heroes from ages beyond age.
All that, and she unslings the guitar from her back, unzips it’s case, and settles it across her knees, fragile looking fingers going about checking the tuning, before she starts into song…
Daoi Gladecu
*She looks at the sky when he mentions she’s Nessa’s sister, then those sharp grey eyes look at him again as if pinning him*
I’m the matriarch of my house, trust me Nessa wasn’t exactly the first pick of the litter for my little brother, but they were both such hellions they were made for each other. Be careful with her, she’s mmm a good girl with alot of spunk. I believe she kicked Mr. Turk pretty hard. The devious little man may be in love with her.
*As they walk they start to get closer and closer to Rory…Daoi narrows her eyes to see better the person ahead*
I think…that’s…Rory…
*as they get closer*
Yes yes it is, have you met her yet?
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus eyes the fiery haired girl on the bench in front of them, and immediately registers several things. She’s dressed like he is. She’s sitting exactly as he was not a few moments ago. She’s filled with Rage, like he is. And most of all… She’s Fianna, like he is. There cant be any question. Well how’s that for co-incidence.
Smirking with one side of his mouth, he says to Daoi, “No, cant say that I have,” his British-Irish accent coming out again, “but from the looks of it, there sits a female version o’ me. Why don’t you introduce us an we’ll see?”
Daoi Gladecu
I can.
*Daoi chuckles as she watches Marcus. If that man was a puppy his tail would be wagging it like no ones business and peeing on the carpet. She walks with Marcus up to Rory.*
Rory
Her fingers are nimble, and quick, and while she doesn’t use any music, the song she plays is recognizably Celtic, something called Mystic Dance, but she wouldn’t know that at all. To her, it is something pretty, that Ruarc left for her to learn to play….
And learn she did. She practiced until her fingers bled, then she practiced some more. Should Ruarc ever find her again, he will be pleased with her efforts, she is certain of it.
Her head is bent, curls obscuring her face as Daoi and Marcus walk up, but she hears the familiar tap tap of Daoi’s cane, and peeks shyly through her curls to see if she is correct…
She is, and the smile that comes is brief, and oh so achingly shy, even as she shifts her gaze to the man she’s with. Her eyes widen slightly, and she ducks her head again, her fingers falling still… even holding her breath… He is Tribe. He has Rank. and He…
[frightens her]
..is here.
Daoi Gladecu
Rory…
*She says gently and winks*
I have someone for you to meet. This is Marcus Cartwright of your family. Marcus this is Rory she belongs to the Seekers
*She introduces them*
She’s a good girl. And her alpha is a good friend of mine
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus nods his head to Rory with a smile and a wink. “Pleased to meet you, Rory. I’m thinking that you’re one of Adara’s pack, yeah? One of those who decided to carve out their territory right over my apartment?” There’s a glint in his eyes as he looks her up and down, mischevious but genuinely pleased and friendly.
“Pleased to meet you.” He finishes, with a nod of thanks to Daoi.
Rory
He winks… and she? well, she does something unexpected, perhaps, for one of her rank, breeding, and rage. She blushes. Warmth slides under her skin, coloring it across her cheeks, along her neck… it can’t be much of a stretch to imagine some times that blush covers her, entirely. A curious contradiction, is Rory – so much power, so much Rage, and so amazingly, honestly shy.
She swallows, hard, and takes a breath, and nods. She’s one of Adara’s… she manages a shaky smile, and peeks up through her curls. “Hi.”
Single words are easier.
Daoi Gladecu
*She leans on her cane and nods to Marcus. She looks at Rory and tries to will the poor thing not to be shy. She straightens up a bit*
Well I should leave you two at it?
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus smirks and looks at Daoi. “OK, I was wrong. Nevermind. These things happen. Never met a member of the family who blushed, let alone didn’t have much to say. Perhaps you’d better stick around incase I cause this poor girl to faint from all the blood rushing to her head.” He laughs mildly to himself.
“So, Rory, how about a proper introduction? You can sing it, if you like. I’m quite partial to a good song, just like the Dagda.”
Rory
He suggests… she sing… and her eyes widen again, and she shakes her head no so quickly that her curls bounce and fall in haphazzard array. He doesn’t know yet… but it will soon become clear…
“I son’t ding..” She continues, though, as if she doesn’t hear her mistake, as if she hears only what she intended to say, not the mixed up way her words actually fall from her lips.
She does swallow though, hard, and do as demanded requested, oh so very softly – just loud enough to carry to Marcus, adding the rest of the information asked for.. “O’Bryne. Sgian-dubh, Fostern Mull Foon,”
Daoi Gladecu
*Daoi nods and sits down next to Rory to take a rest. She sits down carefully leaning heavy upon her cane. Her hand reaches out and fluffs out her skirt.*
Well I suppose I could stay to amuse you. I don’t have anything better to do today.
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus raises an eyebrow at Rory’s first sentence, but doesn’t comment anymore than he does on Daoi’s scars or Nessa’s fingers. He had a few such quirks himself, just not ones that would be visible when he was dressed. Perching himself on the seat next to Rory, he says, “Adren Full-Moon.” referring to himself.
“Last of the emerald isle, formerly of her Majesty’s Special Armed Services. Where’s your group, Rory? I know that Adara’s been wanting to see me.”
Rory
Daoi stays, and Rory breathes easy, for a moment. She’s just met her, but she is a familiar face, when faced with someone of Rank. Her experiences have not been good with those ranked higher than herself, to be certain – but those are stories for others to tell… She, herself, keeps it all locked up inside… carefully guarded, loosed only to fuel her rage when needed.
Adren he says, and “-rhya.” she answers. Reminding herself – as if she could ever forget.
She rubs absently at the side of her nose, her fingers slender, pale, and so very fragile, and she peeks up at Marcus as he sits near her, to Daoi on the other side, then back to the Adren. Fingers fall to strum idly at the guitar stings.. giving herself something familiar, grounding. Steady.
Where are the others? “Mila is on a tall smour, and Adara has a gig.” A musical group, this Pack of Bacchus.
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus nods. “Pity. Could have saved a little time.” He reaches into his pocket and hands Rory one his business cards. “These are my details. If you’ve got a number, get in touch and leave it for me. I might be calling all the families together soon, if my hunts go well. We’ll need everyone if we’re gonna do something about the state of this city.”
Daoi Gladecu
*Daoi’s brow twitches as she watches Marcus give Rory a card*
Calling them all together will be like herding cats
Rory
He hands her his card, and she takes it, eyes skimming over the marks on it, recognizing nothing. She will have to ask Adara, later, to program it into her phone, and teach her where his button is for speed dial. She knows no other way.
She belatedly remembers, and digs out her phone, and opens the back of it. She pulls off the back, turns the inside to face Marcus, and offers, shyly. “Adara says this is ny mumber.”
It couldn’t be more painfully obvious – she cannot read. That she shows this weakness to him is in deference to his Rank, and the fact he is Tribe.
Then, she tips her head slightly, her eyes lighting up briefly at the prospects. “…hunts?” She is, after all, an Ahroun.
Rory
To Daoi she adds with a little grin. “I cike lats.”
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus barks a laugh at Daoi. “I’ll be sure to mention you called them all felines!”
Taking Rory’s phone, he pulls out his own and copies the number across to his, again making no comment about her implied inability to read. He wasnt the smartest cookie himself, and didnt feel the need to rub other people’s weaknesses in their face. Despite that blighted part of the Litany.
Handing the phone back to her, he pockets his own and says, “Yeah, hunting for a node. And a few strange happenings in this very park. Hard work and strange stuff, respectively. I need help with the node, thats for sure. This damned city is huge!”
Daoi Gladecu
Not that I’ll be offended, some of them are pussies.
*She winks*
And the others well, if they don’t know me well enough to not care, then they don’t need to.
Rory
Oh she is smart. She is smarter than most people think, though her disabilities limit her in certain areas, in others she absolutely shines. As do most – strip one thing from them, and all others strengthen. Strip away freedom, and the determination to survive becomes paramount. Strip away knowledge, and the determination to succeed despite the flaws rises to the top. Beat her down, and when she has had enough, she will kill.
Usually the enemy. Fortunately.
Daoi calls some of the pussies, and Rory blushes again, brightly, ducking her head to hide her little grin that dares agree… before she looks up with interest when told about a node.
“Ohhh. We came lo took as well…” They aren’t call Seekers for nothing…
Marcus Cartwright
Marcus laughs out loud at Daoi. “We’ll see. Maybe I can make them a bit tougher, if they’re willing.” He looks at Rory and smiles brightly, “Well then, m’girl, looks like this is the start of a beautiful friendship! Once I have your Alpha on board I’ll look forward to running with you, for sure. It’ll be nice to have family here. Thought I was gonna be the only one of the folk here for a second there.”
Rory
He says it will be nice to have Family near, and she tips her head again, something deep and dark sliding through her eyes briefly before it’s gone again. “Was alone a lot in Chicago.” She understands. Despite the pain she suffered all too often at Fianna hands, she understands.
She lifts her chin though, slightly, and a peek of her humor, something usually so guarded, shows through that little curve at the corner of her lips. “Am tough already.”
Daoi Gladecu
{hey guys I gotta go thanks for the scene!!}
*Daoi slowly stands up when her phone starts to ring. She looks at the text that came through*
If you both will excuse me it seems something is trying to kill one of my lab assistants I have to go.
Marcus Cartwright
“I bet! You’re a Fianna. We’re made of beer, sex and steel. Possibly not in that order, but damned something like it I think.” He grins and jumps up. “Well, I shan’t be intruding on you ladies any longer, eh? Pleasure to meet you both.” He gives them a smile and a faux-bow, winking at them both.
Rory
She blushes when he mentions sex – because really, why wouldn’t she? She ducks her head to hide her little grin, and then peeks up through rusty lashes as they both stand to take their leave.
He winks, and color stains her cheeks brighter, and she lifts a hand in a little wave. She tucks his card and her phone away into her pocket, and then lets her fingers fall to the guitar again, fingers plucking out another little jig, before flowing into something else entirely, that Adara taught her. She seems content to sit and play for a while, before heading to take her turn on Patrol.
Marcus Cartwright
(Thanks for the scene hun, was fun :) )