[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Outside her door Maija can hear some footsteps approaching. The door isn’t all that thick so it’s easy to make out the voices. One sounds like a little kid.* “Who is this?” *Then Marcus’s voice.* “Her name is Maija.” *Three knocks on the door.* “Is she your girlfriend?” *Marcus chuckles a bit.* “No, no she’s not.” *A little girls’ voice.* “Then why you bringin’ dat stuff?” *Marcus says* “Because I told her I’d build her a bookshelf.*
[Maija]
Work had been exhausting, and resulted in her stealing up to her room to fall face down on the bed and take a nap. She hadn’t done more than peel off her boots and uniform before doing so, either, so when the footsteps sound outside – followed by voices and a knock, it’s a sleepy answer that replies. “Yeah, jus’ a sec.”
She sits up and scrubs her face with her hands, yawning widely before she reaches to the dresser and grabs a pair of sweats off the top – sweats that are too big, so she rolls the waistband so that they hang low on her hips. She tugs on a tank top too, and runs her fingers through her hair, before she moves to the door, and opens it a little bit to see who’s there.
Marcus, and… kids.
Blink.
She pushes the door open wider, and leans her shoulder on the door frame. “Hey.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus is there wearing his usual work clothes, but with a tool belt, and what looks like a new power drill in the holster. He’s also got some pre-cut wood, about four planks, and some quartered cinder blocks in a box.
There are two children, a little boy with light sandy hair looking to be about seven years of age, and a little girl who looks about two years younger with light brown hair. They look like siblings, or at least related to each other. They both look up at Maija. The little boy wipes his nose on his sleeve, and the little girl looks to be eating a PBJ sandwich.
Marcus gestures to Maija.* “Rhys. Anya, this is Maija.” *The boy looks at her and just stares for a bit. The little girl smiles and with a mouth full of sandwich says “heaub Maibab.”
[Maija]
She watches him as he introduces the kids, glances at them, then back up. “Yeh runnin’ a daycare now?” There’s a brief tug at the corner of her lips, a smirk that’s barely born before it fades away once more. She crosses her arms, before she steps back and lets Marcus in with his burdens.
Which apparently, today, includes kids.
She then grabs her uniform off the chair, and tosses it onto the top of the dresser. The boxes of books have been shoved out of the way already, and what little belongings she possess are shoved into the dresser in haphazzard order. She sits on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees to her chest, hooking her bare feet on the edge of the mattress.
She doesn’t look comfortable around the kids. Then again, Maija rarely looks comfortable around anyone.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus smiles.* “Yeah I guess so.” *Rhys looks up at him, and Marcus rubs his head. Rhys frowns.* “Hey.” *Marcus chuckles a bit.* “Sorry there little warrior. No offense. Peace?” *Rhys considers, folds his arms across his chest and nods very big to Marcus.
Anya comes in the room, and gets up on the bed sitting next to Maija eating her sandwich.
Marcus comes in the room and sets the materials down, and the box. Rhys follows him.* “So I can help right? You said I could.” *Marcus nods.* “Yes.” Rhys says.* “An,an,an,an I get to use the drill too right? You said I could.” *Marcus chuckles.* “Yes you can use the drill if I guide you. Okay?” *Rhys nods.* “Okay.”
*Marcus looks at Anya.* “Anya do you wanna help me too?” *She shakes her head no.* “Are you sure? You can use the drill too.” *She shakes her head harder. Marcus shrugs.* “Okay. But it’s gonna be fun.” *She giggles and eats some more of her sandwich, apparently pleased with herself.*
[Maija]
Anya ignores the chair and sits on Maija’s bed, next to her, despite the emptied chair. This gets another blink, and a look at the kid. She’s not prone to saying anything at the best of times, and watching Marcus and the kid get ready to work, causes her to just watch. Quietly.
There’s something unsettled in her eyes, something that speaks of another shoe about to drop, something that speaks of…
..things best not thought of. She pushes it aside, and simply remains where she is, carefully not letting that kid touch her with jelly on her hands.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Anya looks at Maija and smiles, wrinkling her nose as she does.
Marcus pulls out his tools and Rhys is full of questions.* “What’s zat?” “It’s a bevel gauge.” “What’s it do?” “Measures the angle of cuts so you can be precise.” “Why?” “So you don’t have a wrong angle on your cut.” “Why?” “Because if that happens then you’re project can fall apart.” “Oh.. Are we gonna use it?” “Nah not today.” ” Why?” *And so on as Marcus gets to measuring Rhys keeps asking him about everything he’s doing.
Anya stands up on the bed and whispers in Maija’s ear.* “Hey look what Marcus gave me.” *She holds up a wood carving of a large wolf. Its rather crude like it was whittled down with a knife. “It’s a Hispo. His name is Red Horse.”
[Maija]
She watches, quietly. Truth be told, she always watches, and is almost always quiet. Marcus has seen her try and open up, but even then she’s still very reserved. Her attempts at jokes fall flat, are misunderstood, or she simply says the wrong thing at exactly the wrong time. She resorts to using survival techniques forced on her since she was very young – stay quiet, and watch everything.
Anya stands on the bed, and there’s a flicker of something in Maija’s gaze, but she doesn’t say anything, even as she pulls back a little from that whisper. She doesn’t do close, but tries to reign it in, tries to keep from upsetting the kid.
She looks at the carving and a brow arches slightly. “An’ ya know what a Hispo is, then?” Teaching a kid is one thing – having her bust out names like that to a stranger is entirely something else… (a good way to get killed.)
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*She nods.* “Yeah. It’s a Red Horse wolf. I’m not posed ta talk bout it but Marcus says your people like me. So don’t tell him I said anyfing k?” *She says whispering in her ear again.*
*Marcus is over in the corner answering Rhys’s questions and is getting to the prep stage marking the wall with a carpenter’s pencil, and explaining to Rhys what he’s doing.*
[Maija]
“Yeah, alright” she says, and glances at Marcus again, then to the girl, then back again. She ain’t too sure about bringing kids up into a place like this, but as her upbringing wasn’t what one would term ‘normal’ to begin with, she has very little to base her opinion on in any case. Marcus doesn’t have the suffocating Rage that some do, so maybe that’s it. Though putting them in reach of the others that live here?
Yeah. She don’t get it.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*It takes a little longer then it would if he were doing it by himself since he’s answering questions to Rhys. Once it gets started when putting the braces in he lifts Rhys up holding him with one arm, and helping the boy to guide the drill.* “That’s it just press the button.” *The drill whines as he spins.* “Alright push… push in, there you go. Excellent.” *It stops with a brrrrnnnt noise.*
*Anya jumps off the bed, leaving the wood carving there her sandwich eaten.* “Oh! Me no! My turn!” *Rhys says.* “Hey! You didn’t want too! It’s mine project! I’m helping!” *Anya growls at him a little feral one, barring her little kid teeth. Marcus reaches down and puts a head on Anya’s chest.* “Hey, hey enough of that. Relax.” *She growls some more and Rhys snickers at her.* “Don’t laugh Rhys. And Anya can have a turn. There’s plenty of work to do.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
((puts a hand on Anya’s chest. And paused for Burn Notice :P))
[Maija]
to Maija
test
[Maija]
She watches all this, her eyes flickering from one to the next, from the boy to Marcus to the growling kid. Her gaze narrows slightly at this, as it is a mannerless display that Mama Joyce never would allow to happen. But this is not Maija’s business, her child, her situation. She simply keeps her mouth shut, while a muscle along her jaw clenches briefly, then relaxes with the grit of her teeth.
There’s plenty of work to do – but already too many cooks in the kitchen, so to speak, so she remains where sh is.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus will hold up Anya next and let her get a chance to do some work on putting the braces up, and explains it to her just as he did with Rhys. Rhys for his part watching the goings on. Marcus sets Anya down.*
“Okay first one is up, now we’re just put up in the first shelf and we’ll be on our way.” *He picks up one the boards to place it on the braces.*
[Nessa]
The urge to do what she intended and use her own jacket hits her; It would be self defeating– Rhian’s blood isn’t particularly fashionable. Nessa uses Imogen’s jacket to cover the bloodstains from view for hte trip from the car to the kitchen of hte Brotherhood building when it is offered and says nothing for now.
[Imogen Slaughter]
The Aston Martin’s distinctive growl is audible, even from inside, as Imogen pulls up into the alley way behind the Brotherhood. She cuts the engine and gets out, her exit slightly hindered by her proximity to the brick wall – the space needed for the passenger’s side.
The car is a coupe, so Kemp will need to exit first. Likely, he will be the one to carry the unconscious Fianna.
It is a quiet impassive group that enters through the back entrance of the kitchen, then begins to climb the steps to upstairs common room.
[Maija]
Upstairs, in room one, there is building going on. The door is open, and one very uncomfortable gnawer kinfolk is watching a Garou and two children hang shelves on her wall, for all the books she stole saved from the crazy landlady for Will, should he ever return. She is quiet, and sitting on the edge of her bed, her knees hugged closed to her chest while they work.
The noise at the stairs gets a flick of dark eyes toward her door, and the hallway beyond.
[Kemp Oates]
He did indeed carry the Kin, taking her carefully from the car. The smell of food mixed with the smell of blood and the stink from the hounds on the girl. They were all soaked as they climbed the stairs. Though he murmured back to the other two.
“Where to with her?”
Not exactly a place he was comfortable with entering.
[Imogen Slaughter]
“I figured we would figure tha’ out when we get upstairs,” she says quietly. “Maybe someone knows where she stays.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*The two kids are arguing over which one is going to hold Marcus’s bevel gauge, and Marcus takes it from them.* “Remember we don’t need that. We’ve already cut the wood.” *He says calmly.* “Alright stop fussing in front of Maija. We’re guests in her home. It’s not polite.” *They don’t say anything to Marcus just look at him for a moment. He picks up Rhys.* “Alright son. Another brace.” *He puts the drill in his other hand for Rhys to use, Marcus to guide him.*
[Nessa]
“Top of stairs, back hallway. One of rooms is still at least partially empty if not all way empty. I can’t imagine anyone minding if she borrows bed at worst situation.” She waits till they are up, in, and then slips forward to ask anyone she sees near, anyone in a nearby room, where to put Rhian.
[Maija]
The arguing is getting to her, and she doesn’t understand how… well. It’s none of her business. She hears the group coming up the stairs, and she unfolds from the bed, her feet hitting the floor as she stands and moves to the door. “Be back inna minute:
That’s all she says as she moves across the hall toward the opening into the common room to see what’s going on. She folds her arms, her bare feet making little to no noise. She’s painfully thin, and that much is clearer than usual to see as she isn’t buried in a hoodie, the sweatpants she wears are too large and rolled at the waist to hang precariously on thin hips, the tanktop clinging to waifish torso.
[Kemp Oates]
He’d never seen her before this and had no idea where she belonged or to whom. Yet he carried the girl up the stairs and down the corridor. They had come up the back stairs, through the back entrance to avoid more problems. And were leaving wet prints with each step.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*The smell hit Marcus first. That copperish taste in his mouth triggered by the smell of fresh blood. He stopped to listen for moment at the commotion out in the common room. He looked at Rhys.* “Rhys I want you and Anya to stay in this room. Do not come out until I come and get you. Do you understand me?” *He said in a serious, authoritative voice. The little boy looked at him for a moment, and then nodded slowly.
Marcus picked up his tools.* “Behave. I’ll be right back.” *He shut the door on his way out of Maija’s room, and made his way to the common room.*
[Imogen Slaughter]
The group is rain-damp, both Imogen and Kemp bloody, Kemp from the sheer fact of battle, Imogen from the aftermath, blood still on her palms, her hands, smeared along the thighs of her slacks, dampening the front of her blouse. They step out of the door of the stairwell and the redhaired woman catches sight of Maija standing at the doorway. The kinwoman’s dark eyes rest there briefly, before tilting her head toward the back hallway, an indication for Kemp as she steps aside to allow him to pass her.
Agnessa steps by, intending perhaps to ask someone where to put the kin. Imogen’s gaze flicks beyond Maija to Marcus there with children.
“Th’bloke in there,” she says to the Shadow Lord, “Marcus. He knows her.”
[Kemp Oates]
He kept going. Holding the girl like a baby with her head resting cradled against one arm and her legs draped over the other. Rain rain in thin rivelets down his face and neck, soaking into the already wet tee he wore. Those dedicated jeans that didn’t have knees anymore and were missing most of a thigh, were soaked and sagging.
[Maija]
She looks back over her shoulder as Marcus locks the kids in her room. She sets her jaw, but doesn’t disagree, exactly. She then turns back to the group that tromped up the stairs, and the kinfolk in Kemps, arms. She hugs her arms closer around herself, feeling explosed without the acres of fleece to hide beneath. Few of them have actually seen her before this – they don’t recognize the color of her hair, her eyes, anything about her. That doesn’t make it more comfortable at all.
She adjusts to where she keeps her back to the wall, and looks at Marcus, who apparently knows the woman.
[Nessa]
“Privyet, Rhian is badly injured and needs bed, healer if possible? Which is her room? Or where is good plaec to set her? I do not know who is where lately.”
Nessa’s eyes hold no games tonght, just a simple question.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus gave a slight nod to Imogen, but his face was grim, hard, stoic. He looked at Rhian’s unconscious form and didn’t flinch. He looked back up to the group covered in blood, and the sight of them told the story. He flipped the velcro cover on his watch up, and without any ceremony came over to Rhian and placed two fingers on her neck to feel for a pulse. Keeping his eyes on his watch he said simply.*
“Her children are in that room just through there. I suggest you do not let them see their mother like this.”
*Counting the seconds, looking over her injuries, at the belt on her arm.* “She does not live here. She is staying in her van. If it is not outside she took it with her. She is of the Fianna Tribe.” *He looks at Imogen.* “Is there another place you can take her? A hospital run by the Children of Gaia, or an alternative healer until a Theurge can be summoned?”
[Kemp Oates]
He let out his breath in a long sigh.
“Man, if there were do ya think I would of come here with her?”
He couldn’t place this one and didn’t recall him at all. The skinny girl he barely remembered.
[Kemp Oates]
“Tell ya what. Ya know so much about her and we done did what we could to patch her up. She was fortunate she was not eaten by what attacked and she did herself proud in standing as she did. So, here ya go. A changing of the guard so to speak.”
He leaned in, giving Marcus little choice but to take Rhian or he would fuckin drop her on the floor.
[Imogen Slaughter]
Kemp replies, impatient. There is a beat of pause, then, “I’ve taken care of her,” she says, casting a glance toward Agnessa, “There is no pressing need fer a healer, unless her tribe wants t’offer it.”
Rhian has more than a belt by now. Her arm is bandaged, beneath it, her wound beneath stitched.
Kemp forcibly pushes Rhian toward Marcus. Imogen glances at him, arching an eyebrow slightly. “Fer the moment, she really needs somewhere t’stay. I can check in on her in the morning.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
((Are the wounds on Rhian’s arm stitched up or does she just have a tourniquet belt on her arm?))
[Imogen Slaughter]
(She’s been bandaged and stitched.)
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
(Works.)
[Kemp Oates]
“Nessa, I’ll get that picture to ya.”
He turned after depositing Rhian either in Marcus’ arms or on the floor. Gave Imogen a small jerk of his head towards the stairs.
“Got things to clean up.”
Speaking over his shoulder to the others as he left.
“Drive through, pay at the next window.”
[Maija]
She chews on her lower lip as she watches, and listens – while simultaniously listening to the room behind her, to make sure those kids ain’t fuckin’ up any of Will’s things in her room.
She watches as Kemp near tosses the woman at Marcus and makes a quick escape, she watches as Imogen and Nessa speak. Bottom line – she says nothing, simply… you know, watches.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus takes Rhian, raising an eyebrow to Kemp as he pushes Rhian into his arms. He looks at Imogen.* “Well I wouldn’t recommend her staying here, not with her injuries, and not with the Ahrouns that frequent this place, especially her children. They can’t stay here.”
*He looks at Rhian.* “If need be I’ll find a place for her and her children to stay.” *He says exhaling through his nose a bit, clearly not happy about what has happened, and not being there to do anything to stop it.*
[Nessa]
Nessa nods, in response to Imogen’s explanation. “Ahh, Imogen, roving kinfolk emergency surgeon. Who makes house calls. She is lucky you were there.”
Nesa turns to go, and offers a wish over her shoulder. “Best of luck to her, but I think she already has it.”
And that’s it. The Shadowlord turns to go, to leave the stairs and room and risks and temptations behind.
[Kemp Oates]
“You do that.”
He called over his shoulder with a flick of his fingers over one shoulder in what might be an absent wave since he wasn’t holding up the middle one at the moment.
Little else seen of the tall Rotagar as he left.
[Kemp Oates]
((Thanks for the scene, I must sleep))
[Imogen Slaughter]
(thanks for the RP!)
[Imogen Slaughter]
Though Kemp had indicated for Imogen to precede him, she shakes her head slightly. “Gi’ me a minute,” she says, then passes the Rotagar her car keys. There is a suggestion of trust here – she does not even explain why she is passing them.
(More to come!)
[Kemp Oates]
He turned and took the keys with a faint lift of his chin to her. He had a fuckin trunk load of body parts to deal with and odds were good those trash bags leaked. There was going to be one hell of a fire somewhere and the stink of burning flesh and hair.
[Imogen Slaughter]
As Kemp and Agnessa leave, Imogen turns her attention back to her purse. “There are body parts in my car,” she explains as she digs through, finding a billfold. “S’why we’re in such a hurry.”
Her bloodied fingers leave smears on the leather, then on cash as she counts them out, then finds a small white card.
“Take her to a hotel,” she says, passing the cash into his hand where it holds Rhian. “Call me ‘nd tell me which one. I’ll stop by ‘nd see her.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*He takes her card, and the cash.* “I will. Thank you Imogen. Good luck to you.” *He gives her a nod of respect, and puts the card and the money in his pocket.*
[Imogen Slaughter]
With that, she leaves as well – returning to the gruesome duties.
(thanks, folks!)
[Nessa]
(thanks for letting me join! night!)
[Maija]
She watches All this go down, and then looks to Marcus as they’re left with a blood covered Kinfolk, who’s two kids are in Maija’s room, a wad of cash and a business card.
Its officially become ‘one of those days’.
“Bring’er to the bathroom. I’ll get her cleaned up. If yeh kin find her van, or some clean clothes or something’ that’d be best. I’ll get’er dressed while you tell th’kids what’s goin on, and call for a hotel room for’em.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus nods to Maija.* “I’m gonna call for some back up.” *He looks around.* “I’ll find a private room, then head downstairs grab some clean towels, and some alcohol, vodka unless they’ve got a first aid kit with rubbing alcohol, and get some really hot water. Boiling if you can. We don’t clean up these cuts they’ll get infected and it’s over anyway.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
((DLP))
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus leaned down to smell Rhian’s arm. No almond smell. He nods.* “I’m gonna call for some help. If you’ll watch over her I’ll see about getting her a change of clothes, and finding a place to stay.”
[Maija]
She looks at him, patiently, and nods. “Yeah, bring her to the bathroom so I can get’er cleaned up an’ undressed before yeh get back with clothes.”
She pushes from the wall, and leads him to the bathroom, where she grabs towels from the cupboard and spreads one on the floor in front of the showers. “Lay’er there. I’ll get t’work.” She slips from her sweats, leaving her in just that tank top and blue panties, and grabs a cloth or four and goes to wet ’em down.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus lays Rhian down on the towels, and then gets up heading out of the bathroom heading to use the first phone he sees.*
[Maija]
She watches him go, and then shakes her head slightly and gets to work. It ain’t like it’s the first time she’s had to clean up someone blood covered an’ unconscious. Figure it’s payin’ it forward for all th’times she needed the same. She works quickly, and calmly, undressing the unconscious woman and tossing the destroyed clothing to the side, keeping the wounded and bandaged arm out of the way, and dry as she works to get the majority of the blood and gore off the woman.
She is methodical and thorough, and by the time Marcus returns, Rhiann is free of the blood and gore she had been covered in, draped in a clean and dry towel, waiting for the clothing.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus hangs up the phone, and then heads back into the bathroom to see Maija.* “I’ve got a kin coming to help us. Once she gets here her and I can take it from there. If you want to help out you’re more then welcome to.”
[Maija]
She looks up at him, and down at the cleaned up kinwoman. “What, ain’t enough for ya?”
There’s a huff of amusement, brief, but there. Then. “Ya ain’t saddlin me with no kids.” just so that’s clear and all. She’s not comfortable with ANY of this, that much is perfectly clear. But she did as he said she would, and made sure that the injured kinfolk is cleaned up and ready to move. “Ya need t’tell the kids before ya just dump em in a car with ya.”
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
“I’m going to speak with them now, before they have to see their mother.” *He looks at Rhian.* “She should be awake in… maybe a few hours, twenty four hours at the most.” *He looks at Maija.* “I won’t dump this burden on you. It was given to me so I will do it.” *He says plainly with a serious tone in his voice.* “I will speak with the children now. If you see a pissed off blonde haired woman with a scar on her face. That’s Roxanne. She’s here to help me. I would advise not being sarcastic with her if you happen to speak with her.” *He turns and heads back to Maija’s room to break the news to the kids.*
[Maija]
She just looks at him.
And doesn’t say another word.
[Roxanne Brocato]
She’s been here before but it was a little while ago, when it had first opened and was the only place to be finding Garou hanging around. She hadn’t liked the Brotherhood. There had been too many Garou in a small and relatively public place. Now she’d been called here to help some Kin not even of the same Tribe. She shouldn’t think like that, but she does. It’s her Fenrir ties that has her coming to aid the injured; a formal request.
Her jeep is parked out the back, not the front. She leaves it to lock behind her with a flash of indicating lights. Her key is pocketed in her jeans and she walks slowly, with a stiffness to her torso and to one of her legs. Roxanne is recovering from her own injuries, but they are hidden under the turtleneck and black jeans. She doesn’t make it obvious.
She comes in the back door, quietly, and moves up the stairs for the second floor.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*By the time Roxanne get there Marcus is walking out of Maija’s room carrying Anya in his arms as the little girl is hugging his neck, crying face buried in his shoulder. He’s holding the little boy Rhys’s hand. The little boy for his part isn’t crying he’s just stunned. Their mother had left fine, just gonna be gone for an hour. He was gonna put up shelves with Marcus, and now he was told she’d been hurt. She’d be fine, but all sorts of fear played through the minds of both children.
So when Marcus came into the bathroom he gave Maija an extra shirt he had in his Alice pack. He didn’t have anything else with him. He looked at Rhys.* “Son. I’ve gonna have to carry your mother alright? So I’m gonna need to let go of your hand, but I need you to keep it together and not cry right now. Your mother just looks more hurt then she is. She’s gonna be alright. So can you do that for me?” *The boy looked at him and nodded slowly, and then slowly left go of Marcus’s hand.*
[Maija]
She takes the shirt when it’s offered to her, and goes about quickly and quietly putting it on the kinfolk woman she’d cleaned up. She then grabs the sweats she’d slipped out of – Williams, and too big for her anyway, despite their comfort. She slips them on the woman quickly. She has other pairs, so it won’t be any great loss to send the woman out with her dignity.
[Roxanne Brocato]
Coming up to the second floor, she had been standing in the communal area, just to the side of the staircase, when she decided she wasn’t going to wait around for them to get their ass into gear. She hadn’t been given anymore information, and had limited to go on.
Moving through the other door, she had listened for the sound of voices.
Marcus had her zero in on where she saw him walking down the hall.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
*Marcus looked back.* “Alright. Ride’s here.” *He rubbed Anya’s back.* “Sweetie I’ve got put you down now. I’m gonna need you to hold hands with your brother and walk out of her.” *She shook her head.* “No. You’re lying! She’s not coming back.” *She cried into his shoulder.* “Listen to me Anya. I’m not lying. Your mother is hurt, but she’s gonna be alright. But I need to get her off the bathroom floor and somewhere she can rest. So I need you to be strong. Be strong, and hold your brother’s hand and come with me. Okay?”
*She says.* “Promise me mom”s okay. Promise.”
*Marcus nods and rubs her back trying to comfort her as best he can.* “I promise. Come. We have to go.” *He leans down to set her on the floor and after her feet touch she reluctantly lets go. Rhys comes over and takes his sister’s hand. There is no arguing, no bickering. Rhys shocked, and Anya rubbing her eyes and sniffling.
Marcus bends down, and gently picks Rhian up to carry her to Roxanne.* “You parked out back?” *He says to the blond woman.*
[Maija]
She steps back as Roxanne enters. She doesn’t say a word, but watches as Marcus talks to the kids, and their reactions. She chews on her bottom lip, but remains quiet. After Marcus picks Rhian up, she goes about silently cleaning up the rest of the mess and collecting the towels and such so that she can run them through the laundry.
[Roxanne Brocato]
She gives a single nod to Marcus’ question, having watched the children and his interaction with them. Maija had been noted, if she was still in the room as well. Roxanne hadn’t offered a single word, not so much as a greeting, and she didn’t look like the sort of person that they would want to approach either.
Moving a step out of the way, she had let Marcus go first and would round up the back, herding children.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
((Fade? That work for you guys?))
[Maija]
(ya’ll do as ya like – Maija’s going to do laundry. *L*)
[Roxanne Brocato]
[whatever works. Rox will load them into the jeep.]
[Marcus Schwarzkopf]
((Ok, thanks for the scene.))