[Syndel] ( rofl. i get…goofy late at night, forgive the quirks…beyond the usual ones. )
to Maija
[Syndel] For the Fury the rising light of the moon coincided with restlessness. So while in the wee hours of the day, she’d be normally zonked out at one of her two crashpads, she is instead out on the streets pounding sidewalk.
The Texan prowled the cement walkway in her rather clean looking hiking boots, spot free blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a old Nintendo controller with the words “Old Skool Skillz” in red bold above it. The trademark dark tan leather cowboy hat was tipped low in the front, shading her eyes while the polarized shades rested low on the nose. The effect was to keep her unusually bright yellow eyes from being completely obvious. Unless a particular brave soul got close enough to stare…unlikely.
[Maija] The buses don’t run this late, and normally Maija wouldn’t either, but for a late night plea from a neighbor – who also happens to be married to her boss – that begged she go get some Tylenol for their youngest, who’s got a fever again. She isn’t exactly one for putting herself out there for anyone, but they’ve been good to her. A job, a cheap place of her own, and all under the table due to her… issues… which they haven’t pried too much into at all, trusting her as she is.
And so it is, she’s stepping outside the door of the Family BBQ place at the god awful hour of three am, and locking it behind her. Her walk home doesn’t take her far, and she steps away from the door, intent on walking the short distance without anyone taking any notice of her existence. Steps quiet, almost soundless, and a too skinny frame that blends easily into the shadows.
[Syndel] Family BBQ, decent joint. Nice pork sandwhiches and soda that ain’t flat. So when the skinny slip eases out and starts skirting away, eyes swivel to follow first before her boots inch her a bit to the side. On the same side of the street heading towards one another, she would undoubtedly see the Texan coming.
The hat definitely stuck out in Chicago, especially when perched ontop a bronze 6 foot frame. For the Fury, thoughts played in his head. A thief…maybe…what kinda worker would be around the joint at 3am…something funny had to be going on. Maybe it was the moon pumping Rage into her system that made her want something to be off.
[Maija] It’s less than 30 feet to the next building, and she’s kept her keys in her hand. The other hand is tucked into the ‘roo pocket of her hoodie. While the person coming does not go without notice, it does not stop her from moving quickly toward that door, that leads to a relative safe haven.
She keeps her head down, the scrawny streetrat, her hood keeping her face in shadow, her skinny form near the wall, her steps a quick in the shadows of the building.
[Syndel] Eyes narrow. Slide from hand with keys…hand in pocket. The nature of her is defensive, hidey, avoiding attention. While those traits might be expected by a lone woman on the streets…well…hell she’s nosy tonight.
When long, sure strides brought her within earshot, she drawled out in the texas twang-proper english speech paradox. ” Looking like you done something girl…whats the rub? ”
[Maija] She jerks as if slapped when the voice comes – followed by the wash of Rage. She takes a breath, her hand clenching unseen, and then glances at Syndel briefly, before shaking her head.
“No rub. Jus’ helpin a friend. Family what lives there – baby sick. Got’er some medicine. S’all. Headin home.”
The answer is honest, though the voice quiet.
[Syndel] The eyes search the girl…then relax…as in not narrowing anymore. A low breath is let out..before she rolls her head some on her shoulders. ” Sorry ’bout that darling. Ya just look you trying to…avoiding everything. Lift ya chin girl, put some pep in the step. Walk around like that..in a city like this, and you’ll attract rather unsavory attention from the scumbags. ”
[Maija]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Maija] She flinches, slightly at the ‘darlin’, doing her best to keep the reaction to it, and the female source of rage that wields the word so casually, under wraps. There’s a slight snort, that might even be amusement, if it weren’t so.. bitter sounding.
“Tell me somethin’ I ain’t know. Ain’t matter. Attract’em anyway.”
Syndel may have relaxed. Maija? Not so much.
[Syndel] ” Suppose thats true. Can’t scare off all the cockroaches. Guess you just need to lay in some of the ole kung-fu on their asses…or burn their eyes out with some pepper spray. ” She grew thoughtful, though it wasn’t the train of thought, rather the girl’s reaction. She lifted a shoulder idly. ” Fuck’em, do both’em. ”
[Maija] “Yeah.”
Shes not exactly talkative, though she’s not making a break for it yet either. If her face was visible, not turned down and hidden in the shadows of the hood, Syndel might see recognition flicker through dark eyes. SHe’s seen Syndel before – and under the circumstances, figures she’s one of the dubious ‘good’ guys.
But that doesn’t lesson her tension. If anything, it ratchets it up another notch.
[Syndel] Her face, nah couldn’t see it but tension was easily noticeable to a Garou. Body language was a language to’em all on its own. Her head turned slowly, looking up and down the street before back at her. ” Whats bothering ya? Coming down with something too? ”
[Maija] She closes her eyes briefly. Just once, once, she’d like to meet one of them that don’t ask that very question.
“Ain’t deal well with folks like ya. That’s all.”
[Syndel] Her weight shifted slightly, her thumbs hooking into her belt loops. Those eyes watched her steadily for a moment before a slight upwards nod was made, her head tilting back to look up at the sky. ” Guess thats understandable. Well I don’t bite so no worries on my account. As for the others..well…it’s something you’ll get used to I guess. But I’m being rude, names Syndel. ” She looked down at her again, slight cant of the head given
[Maija] That’s the worst part. They always think they know. They always think that it’s obvious the problems, and then worse, they think any number of things will fix it. You’ll get used to it. It’s their rage, you understand. It’s just something you have to do. It’ll be fine, lil lady, jus’ fine.
Liars. Every fucking one of them.
“Maija.” Mi-yah.
[Syndel] ” Well, its been nice meeting ya Maija. You take care. ” With that, she turned on her heel to keep on truckin. Thinking of BBQ got her stomach rumbling and it’d take a while to find a joint open this time of the day that had something decent with barbecue sauce. She paused after a few steps and turned to look back at her. ” You hungry any? ”
[Maija] She glances up and then shakes her head, slightly. “No.”
And despite how thin she looks, it’s honest enough. Helps to work for a rib joint and have bosses that like her because she’ll go out at 3am and get meds for their kids – leftovers galore.
She waits until Syndel starts moving again, and then says “G’night.” and continues to cross the rest of the way to her door, where she jams her key into the lock, and turns it, slipping inside before it’s hardly open enough to let her through. The door closes, the electronic lock clicks into place, and she breathes again.
Fuckin’ nation. It’s everywhere.
[Syndel] She glanced back, lifted a shoulder and kept on going, whistling an old tune.
[Syndel] ( the sleep goblin is stalking me, I must hiiiide! ty for scene! )
[Maija] (thanks for the play. Night!)