[Katherine Bellamonte] Later that same evening, Katherine Bellamonte, known to the nation as Truth’s Meridian, would be hosting a meeting of her tribal counterparts within the city. Therefore, as part of the preparations the hostess herself had gone out in search of an appropriate dress for the occasion and settled at long last on a calf-length cocktail dress delicately made of silk and glittering with intricately inlaid diamond studding. She had purchased a matching cardigan to accessorize it with and, feeling no small amount of satisfaction departed from the boutique that lined the street-side known as the Magnificent Mile.
It was one of Chicago’s boasted tourist attractions, not far from where she stood now, the 5’9 figure, the lights of the ferris wheel on the boardwalk could be seen as it slowly turned, distant shouts of excitement drifting with the afternoon breeze. It was cold, a frigid temperature that left shoppers scurrying as much as they wished to delay to stare into store windows.
The Silver Fang did not scurry, but carefully re-wound a white scarf around her neck, tossing out a glossy mane of gold waves that settled against her shoulders. She was a beautiful woman, who carried herself with the poise befitting her station in life as a daughter of Kings, and a true aristocrat in most every meaning of the word. Dressed as she was in a black coat and Gucci pumps, it was no wonder the Philodox looked as if she was born to wander amongst the other high clientele shoppers who did their level best to ignore the fact that mere miles from where they walked was the less sophisticated shores of Cabrini Green.
[Chloe Abernathy] !!nightmares!!
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 10 (Failure at target 6)
[Chloe Abernathy] “FUCK!
The redhead staggered bleary-eyed out of the alleyway she was calling a temporary home. Box was kicked over and tripped over and crushed by the form of a sleepy Bone Gnawer. She held her backpack in one arm and one of her shoes in the other. Chloe staggered off down the street, and her hips swayed as she walked. Chloe was bigger on the bottom than she was on the top, and there was the ever present hint of garbage on her scent.
It was frigid, she didn’t notice.
She stopped once she rounded the corner, and the dirty street rat found herself staring at Katherine Bellamonte.
Her jaw dropped.
“… whoa momma…”
[Katherine Bellamonte] (Phobia: Germs WP check)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Katherine Bellamonte] Fuck!
A figure staggered out of an alleyway just ahead of where the leggy blond had been intending to tread and she halts, merely staring as the figure [it appeared to be female in origin, but the layering of filth made true identification bothersome] staggered a few steps and then stopped, gaping unattractively at the demurely clad-creature before it.
A pale eyebrow winged upward, and eyes to match the arctic’s core made study of the pungent mass before her. Katherine Bellamonte had a face that was at once beautiful but aloof, her aristocratic features spoke of ancestry that dated back centuries, and where-as some might have been beguiled by her beauty, most found themselves off-put by the woman’s slightly caustic tone, by the hint of aggression dormant behind those blue eyes.
“Mmph.” A gloved hand lifted, to dab at her nose as the girl continued to stare. The eyes closed momentarily against the smell, before she opened them and sighed, reaching for her purse. The wretch likely wanted coins to feed whatever addiction she suffered from. “Here,” she tossed the girl a coin. “Toward a bath for you.”
[Lou Cracka’Jack Perkins] *She’s swaggering along the sidewalk towards the pair, a vague sneer playing on her lips as she takes in all the pretentious yuppies in their high dollar clothes, and their turned up noses as they try to ignore her existence. Most can’t quite pull it off, the woman radiates too much of a predatory vibe for these coddled professionals to be comfortable with. At 5’9 and 140lbs, Lou’s not a bad looking black girl, though more than a little ghetto. Huge hoop earrings, bright make-up, teased curly hair and an overlarge sunglasses take away from what might be a pretty face. She’s long limbed and lanky, hips rolling with languid lazy grace in torn washed out jeans. Too tight. Too torn. High leather boots and clingy black tubetop. Long nimble fingers complete with dragon lady nails. Animated, abrasive, and ghetto-fabulous. Her jaw works at a wad of bubble gum as she tilts down her shades, eyes falling on the girl she’d met last night. – Being hassled.. by a Fang? A bubble POPS loudly behind Katherine, but its Chloe Lou addresses.*
Hey baby girl. Whats shake-a-bakin?
*And Katherine flips a coin, tells the girl to take a bath. Lou’s eyes flash dangerously and she shakes her head, snorting.*
Now aintchu generous?
[Chloe Abernathy] “You are, by far, the most beautiful looking person I have ever seen-”
Katherine Bellamonte was worthy of praise, but her phrases were chosen carefully. Beautiful looking– it was the sneer and disdain that tainted an otherwise lovely woman. Just like the smell and the grime detracted from the redhead in front of her.
“C’mon, my liege, I don’t smell that bad-”
A coin was tossed, but she didn’t catch it. Instead, she picked it up and moved forward to hand it back.
“Don’t need it. Save it for a well,” the Gnawer clarified.
[Katherine Bellamonte] They were swarming now, another popping chewing gum loudly from behind and snorting that she was generous in a tone that suggested she was anything but. Then the girl offered her the coin back, and the Philodox grimaced faintly, holding up her palm in negative action.
“Non, non.” She turned her head toward Lou, the pale eyes narrowing as the obnoxious figure closed in around her. “You keep it, or discard it is you choose.” Toward the stranger, the Silver Fang’s focus now turns, her words as sharp as her temper.
“You speak freely for one without a name. Who do I have the pleasure to speaking to, then?”
[Rory O’Bryne] Beauty is skin deep, and highly subjective. Some might find Rory pretty – until she opens her mouth. Other’s might find her combination of pale skin, freckles, vibrant red hair to be out of their league, or not their cup of tea. Rory – well, she don’t see herself as anything special anyway.
Regardless of all of that – there is no denying what Tribe she belongs too -the breeding runs strong in this one, despite the fact that it is completely wasted on the likes of Rory. She is clean, cleaner than her new packmate, at least, and her clothing is fresh washed too after the debacle her final night at the BrotherHood. She did not complain though, and would not. It’s not the worst thing that has happened to her, and won’t be the last prank she’s victim of either. It is her life.
She rounds the corner, almost bumping into Chloe and Katherine, who suddenly finds herself surrounded by riffraff. Rory, for her part, takes an immediate step backwards, though, and thumps against a brick wall, pressing her back against it, the only padding between it and her small frame her battered pack.
[Katherine Bellamonte] (augh, typos. “pleasure of speaking to”.)
[Chloe Abernathy] “Hey, girl. You be keepin’ outta trouble?”
Chloe was whiter than the day was long, but she had an upward nod that was distinctly urban. The phrase hey girl rolled off her tongue like French or Gaelic. Rory gets a smile, and the Bone Gnawer moves to bridge the gap between the two of them. Rory bleeds Fianna blood and bleeds Fianna breeding. From those who could not see the differences, the complete lack of heritage, the girls looked enough alike that they could pass as sisters.
“Rory!”
[Lou Cracka’Jack Perkins] *She picks her teeth, wiggling a long nailed pinky at an incisor. Ghetto Diva gone hip shod as she regards Katherine much about the way the gorgeous Fang might regard something on her shoe.*
Lou.
*And she blows a bubble, looking over wide shades to sight Rory, tracking her with dark sharp eyes. The Fianna gets a lift of an eyebrow. as the other redhead speaks and draws her attention.*
Keepin it on the DL for the nows. Them cracka ass motha fucks’s din’t give you no trouble I expeck. This Ya girl?
[Katherine Bellamonte] Rory receives the benefit of a startled scowl, the elder Bellamonte heir turning her disappreciation the Fiann’s way as she presses herself back against the wall. Of the four of them standing there now, only Katherine could truly be said to fit into their surroundings. The others, well — the scent of them was ripe enough to offer their general vicinity a wide berth by any traveling past, and the Silver Fang a surprised glance at being so clearly associated with.
Lou.
“I see,” the blonde seems about as delighted as one undergoing a root canal. “Charmed, I’m sure.” She returns with flatly, and then begins to excuse herself from the circle of social lepers. “If you’ll excuse me.”
[Chloe Abernathy] “Girl, don’tnobodybegivin’meanytrouble, sheeiit.. nah, I was good last night. Like I said, people overlook me.”
She nodded, and the smile on her face is bright.
“Yeah, this is Rory. Rory? This is Lou… she’s cool. Gave me gum.”
She stops and watches Katherine go. The bone Gnawer shoved her hands into her jacket pockets with little ceremony. The theurge clears her throat, and speaks.
“Won’t forget the gesture, no matter th’intent. Deeds are deeds.”
Wisdom from the homeless.
[Rory O’Bryne] She glances up at Katherine, and than away again. The woman leaves, and Rory – curiously unscented, for all the breeding that sings through her blood – simply watches. Then she flicks green eyes toward Lou, and Chloe. The former is given a quick once over, the later a little bit of a smile.
“Hey.” for Lou. It’s a greeting, of sorts. Since she gave Chloe gum, and Chloe says she’s cool.
Rory tucks her hands into the pockets of her jeans, hunching her shoulders as she does so. It’s a protective gesture, though she relaxes a moment later.
[Lou Cracka’Jack Perkins] *The loud and proud gnawer had been watching Katherine walk away with nothing short of disdain. “If you’ll excuse me.” A shake of her head, the ahroun snerking.* I’ll give it a try baby. No promises.
*Only once Katherine’s passed out of Lou’s field of vision does Lou turn her attention back to the redheads. Jaw pulsing as the high rage woman leeeans on back and gives them both a thorough looking over. She finally hooks her thumb in Katherine’s direction, chin jerked at Chloe with a sardonic smirk curving painted lips.*
Damn baby, you’s rich now. You takin us out for grub with that shiny cash you packin?
[Chloe Abernathy] “Shit, Lou, this is goin’ in my four-oh-one-kay. I’m gonna invest, make her highness right proud.”
[Rory O’Bryne] There’s a little grin at that, though it’s hidden beneath a duck of her head, the slide of those fire-red curls. She glances back at Chloe, and Lou, but as usual, hasn’t much to say. Just listens.
[Chloe Abernathy] ooc: gotta run, let’s say chloe gets distracted by something spiritual
[Lou Cracka’Jack Perkins] (you wanna just call it? I’m afraid Lou’s not likely to gab much at someone shy.)
to Rory O’Bryne
[Rory O’Bryne] (OOC: sure. I’m gettin used to it. -lol-)
to Lou Cracka’Jack Perkins