[Lukas] (yep, open!)
[Tiberius Havel] *Sounds of feet on the stairs herald the arrival of someone new. Not stomping but they are garou. They’d hear someone coming.*
[Lukas] “There’s the Bogeymen.” There’s a faint — very faint hint of dislike in Lukas’s tone. “A pair of Ragabashes of my tribe that follow Fox. They’re about as honorable as you might expect, but they definitely do fight a more subtle war.”
When Tiberius enters the common room, he’ll find Lukas taking a shot at one of the pool tables. Sinclair, holding another pool cue, is sitting on the edge of the other. Bai is smoking on the sectional couch.
“The Swarm’s Uktena-led too. They follow a totem of war, but they strike me as the tactically minded sort as well. But if neither suits you, there are plenty of packless Garou waiting to be formed up.”
[Chloe] “No-jus- will you- but-“
She huffed a large breath, and found herself being shoved halfway up the stairs by one of the poor workers at the brotherhood. Whatever part of the argument there was happened to be lost to the ages. The redhead huffed.
“Fine!”
Chloe tromped up the stairs, grumbling something about not being allowed to pay or showers or something to that effect.
“Fine, then maybe I won’t pay to do my laundry here? Maybe I’ll set the washer for a double rinse cycle, too,” it’s as mopey as she could get about being allowed to do her laundry for free.
There were people. Green eyes widened and she shut up.
[Sinclair] [don’t wait on me]
[Tiberius Havel] *As Tiberius reaches the top step he leaned into the room and looked around. As if looking for someone in specific. Not finding the person, he stepped on into the room.
Tiberus did not have the intensity of the others in the room. He’s a tallish Asian man in his mid to late 20s. Tonight he’s in jeans, and an unbuttoned black shirt, over a dark gray teeshirt. A dark green jacket hung to mid thigh. Dark hair and dark eyes rounded out his look. Though the garou present knew him to be of a moderately decent blood line. Yeah, the blood stood out.
Yearing voices behind him on the stairs he looked behind himself and moved out of Chloe’s way.*
[Tiberius Havel] (Hearing, not yearing voices))
[Bai Chou] Bai just gave a nod.
“We’ll see what happens. Either case though…I’m likely going to focus on Chinatown…too much a part of my history now to just ignore it.”
He blew some smoke out again, glancing at what was left of the hand-rolled cigarette…then the eyes turned to the new faces. He eyed the other Asian but his eyes also eyed the ginger as she came in…she looked like a likely Fianna. That made him grimace.
[Lukas] “Fair enough,” Lukas says, and turns toward the stairwell as two newcomers rise into sight. “Hey, Chloe,” he says, greeting the one he recognizes. “Laundry day?”
The pool balls crack! off each other sharply, then thud off the bumpers. Nothing sinks. Lukas steps back.
[Chloe] She came up the stairs, and Chloe was… well… dirty. Her hair was red, bright red, and surprisingly clean, but the rest of her wasn’t. It’s hard to tell with her kind whether or not she has freckles or dirt spots. She adjusts her backpack over her shoulder.
“Yep.”
Chloe said it with a defeated sigh.
“Coltranes won’t let me pay for it, too… jerks… Ain’t gonna waste water, though, so if any of you guys are brave and have something to throw in, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
[Tiberius Havel] *Tiberius looked around and offered those there, a friendly smile. Didn’t show teeth. Some garou saw that as a threat or a challenge. Moving further into the room he glanced to the table and nodded to each in turn. Glancing back he noticed Chloe’s state of cleanlyness, or lack there of. It just made him smile a bit more. * Evening everyone.
[Lukas] “I’ve got laundry,” Lukas replies, mock-serious, goodnatured with the waning moon, “but whether or not I’m throwing in with yours depends on what yours have on them.” Pause. “And whether they’re dark colors or lights.”
His clear eyes flick to the quiet, tall stranger, almost certainly kin for his lack of rage. “Hey,” he replies. “Got a name?”
[Bai Chou] Bai went back to smoking, watching the pool game that the two were having but idly letting his gaze rest on the new faces. For as wordy as he had been, he’s gone equally quiet again. He finally rubs the cancer stick out in an ash tray now that it was down to almost nothing.
[Tiberius Havel] *Tiberius jumped a little at the “hey”. Not like a huge jump or anything. Turning he raised his brows and then nodded, moving to offer Lukas his hand. His movements were graceful, perhaps good genetics or the like.* Tiberius Havel. Nice to meet ya.
[Sinclair] With a slide of her flannel-covered ass off the polished wood side of the table, Sinclair hops to the floor and walks to the table she and Lukas are playing on, surveying the balls left and cocking her head to the side. She glances over at both Tiberius and Chloe as they enter, pale eyes intent on each of them in turn. She’s wearing a shirt that bares both arms, her hair pulled to either side.
There’s ink on the back of her neck. There are four names tattooed on her right bicep, three downward-pointing spikes on her left. There is a thin, short bar of titanium pierced twice through the skin of her left bicep, above the spikes. The symbol on the back of her neck, visible when she turns to lean over the pool table, is a quartered circle: the planetary sign for Earth.
Kenneth
Regina
Colfax
and
Arthur
flex as she takes her shot.
“Already did mine,” she tells Chloe. “And the Coltranes have a thing about hospitality. It’s because they’re Fianna, I think. Find another way to repay them, if your heart’s set on it. If you just force cash on them they might just be insulted.”
[Lukas] “Lukas Wyrmbreaker,” Lukas says. And then he points at the various entities around the room, “Bai Godslayer. Chloe Whispers to Nothing. Sinclair Warcry. Kinfolk, are you?”
[Kate] Truth’s Meridian takes the stairs one at a time, her arms laden with a heavy gift basket. It is covered in a plastic cover, with a heavy red ribbon affixed to one corner. Beneath the cover, a mouth-watering array of food stuffs can be glimpsed; from crackers to cheese to champagne to varieties of fruit and chocolate.
“I come bearing the cast-offs of a courting real estate agent,” The blond creature greets the assembled in the common room with, setting her heavy burden down on an unused pool table, Katherine Bellamonte tousled her fingers back through the heavy mane of hair that fell over her shoulders and smiled at her pack-mates. “Là,” she presents, nodding toward the collective she does not yet know.
“This is what is to buy the Bellamonte Manor, chocolates and sweet-meats.”
[Tiberius Havel] *Following the introductions, Tiberius gave them each a nod in turn* Nice to meet all of you.
*Then to Lukas’ question he nodded* Yeah. Got it in one. Been in town a month or two.
*Kate arrives and his brows raise as she carries in the basket, grinning aa little. He has no idea what a Bellamonte Manor is, maybe a house or land holding of some kind but he’s amused*
[Chloe] “”Well, it’s denim… it’s light wash denim… or, well, it used to- anyway. It’s technically a load of darks, it’s not gonna get bleached. It’s got Chinatown on it, and a bit of Bronze. And barbecue sauce.”
Her attention moves to Sinclair. Green eyes attentive at first, then thoughtful. She nods.
“Think I got something…”
Quietly pleased with whatever thought came. Katherine is up the stairs and she turns. For now, she is quiet. The redhead smiles smokething polite, then she blinks.
“Wow.”
It’s the only thing she can get out
[Rory] She’s in a hurry. She’d found the message left declaring it laundry day, and of the three outfits she has… two are dirty, and one could probably use a scrub already. She isn’t pleased they’re doing it at the brotherhood, due to what happened last time, but it’s what they have, what they need, and Chloe said it was ok.
Chloe’s word is law.
So, hoping she gets there in time, she sneaks through the backdoor, and up the stairs… following the scent of food carried by Kate – her belly grumbling LOUDLY to protest it’s empty state. But she stops when she’s close to Chloe, and judges herself and her dirty clothing to be in time.
Rory is a curious creature – though her breeding sings the scents of warriors and kings, her skin itself holds no scent at all. There’s nothing that marks her clothing, her presence with a scent that is distinctly her own. But that’s neither here nor there – Chloe is here, and that’s enough. [What Fianna in her right mind would follow a gnawer? Willingly?]
She nudges her alpha with an elbow, lightly. “Made it.”
[Bai Chou] Bai glanced…it was starting to get crowded. He briefly gave a wave of his forefinger and middle finger before his hands reached to slide out a small pocket mirror out, gaze going to it…
…one moment an Uktena there…
…next moment a vacant couch for people to sit on.
[Lukas] “Whose?”
Whose kin, he means. Then Kate appears and, as she passes him on the way to the unused pool table, he reaches out and deftly plucks a pear from the basket.
“And Katherine Truth’s Meridian, and Rory Tongue-Twister,” he adds to the end of the introductions. Straight white teeth, the incisors a touch too long, bite into the piece of fruit. Mouth full, he adds to Katherine, “Real estate agent? Who’s buying or selling, and what?”
[Tiberius Havel] *Tiberius had noticed the increase in people too, so he backed out of the way. One thing you generally didn’t want to do in a social situation is crowd a true born. Leaning aginst the wall he slipped his hands into his jacket pockets and watched the interplay of the garou present.
The entrances of such beautiful women. Nodding to them when Lukas intros them* Tiberius Havel. A pleasure.
*Glancing back to the Lord his brows rose* Unicorns’, sir.
*A bit of a start when Bai dissapeared, you never really got used to that, then looked back to Lukas to gauge a reaction*
[Sinclair] The sound coming from the pool table is a series of clacks and thuds as balls are sunk one after the other. The game has been casual, and remains so, even as Bai vanishes without more than a fingerwiggle of goodbye. She knows Kate is coming a few seconds before she recognizes the scent of the woman’s breeding past all the unwashed Garou tromping around and the presence of a purely bred kinsman in the air. It’s not like sensing Joey. It’s not like sensing Dietrich. It’s nothing at all like Lukas, either.
She looks over and gives an upward jerk of her head to Kate. The Alpha is doing introductions. She did not jump up to do so, though presumably that’s her job as a Galliard. One of her jobs.
As a courtesy, she speaks up to let her playmate know: “Eight ball, side pocket.” And then a thump. And a heavy clack as it drops into a mesh of leather to join its brothers. “Hey, Katherine,” she adds.
[Chloe] She shot a look at the Fianna beside her and she grinned. Chloe, who was small and slender and redheaded like her packmate (but with a lot less breeding), bumped her with her hip.
“Don’t get too comfy, Rory, we’re doin’ security fer the Coltranes after the dryer goes off.”
Attention back on Tiberius.
“Great to meet you, sir.”
[Lukas] “You’ll want to meet with Evan Judgement-of-Sterling-Silver, then,” Lukas says to Tiberius. He has no idea he’s speaking of a dead man. “He’s the elder of your tribe.”
Sinclair sinks the 8-ball with a thump. Lukas glances at the table in time to see it go in. Then he holds his cue up. “Anyone else want a turn?”
[Rory] She nods, accepting that. Chloe will note there’s something a little different about her packmate, like there’s a secret she can’t wait to share, despite the fact that her lips remain sealed here, in front of everyone. They’re quite a pair, Chloe and Rory. Fragile looking and cute, yet decidedly dangerous under it all.
She glances around the room, and almost shrinks behind Chloe, shyly. her shoulder remains behind Chloe’s, maintaining contact, and a sense of the steady calm that Chloe exudes. Introductions made, she nods to Tiberious, and glances at that basket again. Something smells delicious, and her belly rumbles. Loud.
[Kate] Lukas steals a pear from the basket as she passes and the Silver Fang tsks before she sits her burden down and carefully peels back a corner of the plastic with a loud crinkling. She was a tall creature, the Half Moon and in possession of a great deal of elegance in her movements, in the manner she spoke, and in the cast of her pale eyes toward the new Kinsman being introduced.
“Charmed,” her voice was surprisingly youthful, and airy. Though her smile was a touch too sharp to be devoid of that element of unease most Garou cast. “I’m sure. Please,” with a wave of her hand, she gestured toward the basket. “Help yourself to something, I will never eat all of that.” Sinclair says hey, and Kate’s head cants to one side, a private smile geared toward her newest pack-mate before she tosses the Glass Walker an apple.
“With regards of Chicago’s premiere estate agents,” Reading off the card attached, the woman sniffed and sat on the edge of the unused pool table, turning to address Lukas’ question. “Every few months we are overcome with offers to sell the family manor in the city. This, I suspect, is the first wave.”
[Tiberius Havel] Thank you. I’ll keep an eye out for him. Evan. *Nodding, putting the name to memory. Evan Judgment -of-Sterling-Silver”. Got it.
He watched how the others interacted. Dark eyes watching their movements. Becoming very much aware of the destructive power in the room. These 5 people could rip appart a battle tank if they put their minds to it. That sort of thing humbles a guy.*
[Chloe] She looked back at Rory, brows raised and jaw set and she waited.
She didn’t wait for too long, though, because she was grinning from ear to ear soon enough and she started off to the laundry room. You know, if it weren’t that one of them was a mule and the other was a mutt, the two could have been sisters.
[Lukas] “You’re not going to, are you?” Crunch. Another bite of pear, sweet and crisp. “Sell Bellamonte Manor, I mean?”
[Rory] She didn’t wait too long, and leads them to the laundry room, and Rory follows her, knowing there is just a bit of privacy there, where she can share her secret with her packmate, her alpha, her closest friend. She doesn’t even make her wait long enough to steal some fruit from that basket, instead dutifully following to the laundry room.
Once there, she starts to unpack her backpack to find her clothing to add to the pile. The pants and shirt she wears is clean, and nothing Chloe’s seen before. And therein lies the secret…
That she whispers, just in case.
[Rory] She leans in, close to Chloe’s ear, and whispers with the twitterpated delight of a girl who’s discovered something entirely foreign and new. “Gabe missed ke!” She’ll know it’s the very first. ever.
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[Sinclair] “They’ll have to play the loser,” Sinclair says to Lukas, hanging up her own cue. “I’m about to head to the caern.”
She catches the apple as easily as though she’s in the backyard tossing a softball back and forth with her dad. It’s cool against her palm, and she peers at it thoughtfully before taking a bite, sinking her teeth past the thin skin and into the crisp flesh with a crunch.
She walks away from the pool table, the roll of her hips with each step leading to a strangely heavy but silent footfall, simultaneously lazy and composed. She goes to Kate’s basket and digs out a handful of foil-wrapped chocolates, swallowing her bite of apple. “We should talk, soon,” she says lowly, presumably not just to the Fang but to the Lord as well.
The Walker has not been herself all night. They don’t know her well yet, but they know enough to see that. Something is weighing on her, and the only reason it’s evident is that she has never seemed so burdened before. She heads out of the common room, apple in one hand and chocolates in the other, to go get her shoes on. And maybe something other than pajama pants with penguins on them.
[Tiberius Havel] *Ti watched 3 of the ladies exit and raised his brows. Looking to Lukas he grinned just a bit. Gotta love the innate powwer of their kind.
Glancing to the table he shruged* I’ll play, if no one else wants to.
*Shrugging out of his jacket, he reached behind him and pulled out the pistol and holster. Slipping it into the jackets inner pocket, he lays them over a chair or something and goes to pick a stick*
[Lukas] Lukas nods as Sinclair passes him again on the way out. “Yeah,” he says. “We should.”
Then she’s gone, and he’s laying his pool cue across the now-bare pool table. “I’m gonna go get my load of laundry, Chloe. Be right back. Kate — hold that thought.”
[Chloe] She is throwing her clothes in. Whatrever is in her backpack, whatever can come off her body. Layer upon layer upon layer-
Chloe Rowan Abernathy knew how to layer her clothing. She had on a lot more clothing than she had let on, until she was down to a pair of white shorts (yes, they were surprising white, ridiculously white. Shouldn’t-belong-to-a-Bone-Gnawer-White) and a tank top with a built in bra.
“I’ll wait to start, rhya!”
Rory leaned in, and the Bone Gnawer dropped a pair of jeans on the floor instead of the washing machine.
She stops, she turns and looks at Rory, and she blinks.
“No way.”
a beat. Eyes wide, and half a blush on her cheeks.
[Kate] Katherine palms a plum in her hands, smoothing her thumb delicately over the fruit’s surface before she lifts it to her lips and sharp white teeth easily tear through the lush flesh into the soft pulp beneath. The fruit was ripe, and sweet and somehow Katherine managed to eat portions of it without dribbling juice down her chin.
“Sell the Manor?” The Philodox’s tone is edging on incredulous, she shakes her head in the negative. “Never, –” Sinclair leaves them then, and the Half Moon follows the Glass Walker with keen eyes, her brow vaguely furrowed. There was something there to be had, she felt sure, but it was a passing thought, idle and half-formed and she let it drift to be replaced with another sweet morsel of fruit.
“As you wish,” she replies quietly, her eyes turning from Lukas, jogging to fetch his dirty laundry to the boy taking up the abandoned pool cue. The Silver Fang’s lips quirk, and she slips daintily to her feet, finishing her fruit. “I shall be your opposer, Monsieur.”
[Sinclair] [Thanks for the RP, everybody! I gotta cut out and head to sleep soon or I’d stick around.]
[Rory] Rory doesn’t layer as well as Chloe, not yet. In fact, all she has to add to the pile is two pair of jeans – dark wash – two t-shirts and a sweater. Then she peels off the NYU t-shirt she’s wearing, the long sleeved thermal underneath it and her jeans, leaving her in a tank top and panties – both of which are clean. For someone as shy as Rory is, she has not a single speck of modesty when it comes to her body, or the fact that she’s all but naked in the laundry room now.
Chloe drops the jeans and her eyes are wide as she takes in the impact of the secret, as Rory blushes, deep red painting her cheeks as she nodded, and ducks her head to hide behind those fire-red curls. No way, her friend and alpha says. “Way!” is the quick reply.
[Tiberius Havel] *Tiberius smiled to Kate and bowed his head* I’ll consider it an honor.
*After choosing a cue he moved to the table and started racking up the balls* Would you care to break, Kate, ma’am?
*His motions denoted an economy of efficientness. A flow and ebb of someone that worked out regularly, but wasn’t obsessive about it. After a few moments he set the triangle and lifted it away to hang on the wall. Motioning to the table*
[Joshua Walker] (hey. were is everyone at the moment?)
to Chloe, Kate, Lukas, Rory, Tiberius Havel
[Kate] She was not terribly experienced in the game, but she knew enough to handle her pool cue the correct way, and to apply a fresh dash of chalk to the tip to ready it for a new set. Sliding her fingers along its width, the Silver Fang prowled the length of the pool table, eyes narrowed like some great feline stalking its prey.
“Yes, I shall break.” She said after a pause, and carefully positioned her body against the edge of the table, leaning in and focusing on the balls before with a resounding Clack!, the set was broken, and colors ricocheted across the table before one dropped itself into a corner pocket. With a soft sound of satisfaction the woman straightened. “Striped.”
[Lukas] (commons room! kate and tiber are playing pool)
to Chloe, Joshua Walker, Kate, Rory, Tiberius Havel
[Chloe] “So…”
Her voice raises with an unspoken question. She is grinning something wicked now, and Whispers to Nothing wears it with the mischief and grace that is afforded to her kind.
“Am I gonna have to get a bigger box?”
[Lukas] “Good,” Lukas says, coming back to the common room moments later with a collapsible hamper half-full of clothes in hand. He continues the conversation with Kate as though he’d never left at all, “I was going to tell you Bellamonte Manor is a priceless investment that’ll only appreciate with time — not to mention a piece of your history. But clearly,” smiling, “you already know.”
He passes his hamper to Chloe, then. “Think that’ll fill up your load?”
[Joshua Walker] The night had gone from good to bad in under five minutes. He’d been visiting some old friends when he got the call. Then spent the better half of the evening playing cat and mouse. One more place left on the list as he makes his way into the Brotherhood. Seeing new faces and some familiar ones he stops for a minute to ask questions and get a quick gossip session in before heading up stairs. Wandering up into the common room he gives a nod in greeting as he looks around. His old tattered duster slung over one shoulder to reveal his worn jeans, sneakers and a plain blue shirt.
[Rory] Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head vigorously, sending her curls into tangled disarray as they reflect her agitation. “No!” in a way that can only mean it’s likely something she’d love more than life.
She couldn’t possibly blush anymore… could she? It actually spreads down her neck, across her shoulders, which are every bit as freckled as her face, perhaps more. The poor thing must burn like crazy in the sun…
She’s saved from answering anything else right away as Lukas offers his laundry, and she ducks her head and chews on her lower lip, suddenly shy again, like she (almost) never is with just Chloe.
[Kate] “Mm,” she agrees, watching as Tiberius takes his shot, her arms resting on her pool cue. “The estate and holdings are still held with my Uncle until his death, and then they pass directly to Edward.” Katherine’s brow lifts. “However, my brother is nothing if not full of surprises so who knows what may occur.”
It is rare that she mentions Edward to Lukas, and the occasions she does, they are fleeting at best.
[Tiberius Havel] *Watching as Kate lined up and broke. Dark eyes tracking the balls and nodded at her announcement of Stripes.
Leaning on his cue he held it with both hands and looked up as the Lord re-entered the room. A nod was offered his way and then one to Josh as he entered. Then eyes went back to the table and his pure bred opponit. Watching as she worked the table, trying to assess her skill level.
[Chloe] She looks in the hamper, and she is still grinning ear to ear from whatever it was that she told to her packmate.
It was an interesting sight. The ahroun was trying to crawl into herself and hide, was turning a shade of red that was actually brighter than their collective hair colors, and Chloe was just grinning..
She looked in the basket, then to Lukas, then nodded.
“Yep, this should do it! Thanks.”
And? Off to go dump his stuff in with theirs. She was holding a shirt for a minute before she looked… looked again… and blinked.
Beat.
“DKNY is surprisingly stain resistant.”
And cost more than Chloe did. Don’t ruin the shirt, kiddo. And the rest of this was shoved in the washer with the rest of the clothes.
[Lukas] “Back in France now, isn’t he?” Like Sinclair before him, he levers himself up on the edge of the empty pool table. Idly, he watches Tiberius play Kate. “What’s he doing these days?”
[Rory] She is trying to hide inside her skin, even as she picked up her backpack again, and hugs it close to her chest. It holds everything she owns inside, and she never lets it out of her sight for long. Even now, dressed in hardly anything, she is more concerned with what’s in the pack instead of her clothing.
Aside from touching the soap to make sure there won’t be a repeat of last time. Satisfied, she shifts from foot to foot, and studies the shirt when Chloe holds it up, and grins. Lukas doesn’t sleep in an alley, or prowl through them on a regular basis. It’s unsurprising his clothing is without stains.
She waits for Chloe to get the laundry started, and then moves with her to the common room, and takes a seat on one of the bean bag chairs to wait. Her fingers, always busy, dig into her pack for her newest find and her little tools, and she gets to work.
Hoping against hope that her blush fades sometime soon.
[Chloe] The washer is shut, the clothes start their magical journey to go be clean.
She walks back out to the common room, and she is just grinning at Rory.
“So, why don’t you think we need the space. You never know..”
[Tiberius Havel] *Tiberius had been lining up for a shot when Rory and Chloe came out in a ….. lets call it much more abbreviated state of dress than they’d left in. Crack. The ball shot off at a strange angle and he ended up sinking two of Kate’s striped balls by accident. Looking down he blinked and blushed*
[Tiberius Havel] “Oops!”
[Kate] “Maman says he is attempting to find a new Pack among some of our Cousin’s over there, we have many who still hold our name in good stead.” His pack-mate flashes him a knowing look, her lips twisting a touch before she leans in to take her next shot, her aim slightly off center, and a striped ball rebounds off the side pocket and clatters into a collection of Tiberius’.
The Philodox huffs in annoyance at her clumsy line up, and paces around the table as the Kinsmen takes his next, her eyes dancing with amusement as the sight of barely-dressed girls returning startles the boy into mis-aiming and sinking her own color. “Là,” she says with silvery laughter. “I am most gracious for the help!”
[Rory] Yeah, that blush is going NOWHERE now. She keeps her head down, her fingers flustered as she actually drops a small screwdriver and she never ever drops her tools, and she looks absolutely mortified even if she can’t deny tht she’s thinking about that possibility and…
“Can’t! You thow knat..”
Oh, but she would if she could even if she shouldn’t and… can’t doesn’t always mean won’t.
She doesn’t notice Tiberius’ stumble, completely unaware that her dress – or lack of – could make anyone stumble like that. She’s pretty enough, but is completely unaware of any affect her presence would have on anyone, even if she were completely naked. Which she’s not. Currently.
She also doesn’t notice when her words mix up – hearing what she means, instead of what she says. It’s almost adorable, her innocent ignorance of her own disability.
[Rory] .
to Rory
[Tiberius Havel] *Looking up to Kate he grinned a good natured grin* Well… yeah.. I mean… *Running a hand though his hair* Can’t win too easily or it might appear ungracious. Right?
*Looking at the table he tried not to let his eyes linger on any of the werewolves in the room too much. Swallowing a bit he chuckled at his own fuck up*
[Chloe] “Well, Miss Bellamonte, if you need more help in about twenty minutes, I need to do my whites, too.”
Says the lady in light colors.
[Joshua Walker] (sorry distracted here. back in a while I hope :) )
to Chloe, Kate, Lukas, Rory, Tiberius Havel
[Tiberius Havel] *Ti winced at that and blushed a bit hotter. Peeking over at Chloe with a grin.*
[Lukas] “Well,” Lukas says — and for what it’s worth, he’s sincere, “I wish Ed the best. We had some good times.”
The Shadow Lord’s pale eyes track Kate’s misfire across the table. He huffs under his breath, then levers himself off the table, landing with a gentle thump on the hardwood floor.
“I’m going to take a shower. Chloe, I’ll be back later to sort my stuff out from yours.” Passing Kate, his hand falls briefly to her shoulder. “Word of advice: don’t accept any bets.” He grins at Tiberius, faintly crooked. “I’m sure Tiberius will hustle your pants off.”
(i’ma head to bed, guys. just realized it’s 1:30am!)
[Rory] Lukas says something to Chloe, and she looks up, but he does not say anything to her, and so her attention goes right back to the current project in her hand. Nimble fingers make short work of completely dismantling the box, so that she can work to repair and replace the cogs and gears and whatnot inside.
[Lukas] (okay — night! thanks for the RP!)
[Kate] Chloe’s comment draws a decidedly charming [and devilish] smile from the Philodox as she readies herself for her next shot — this time there is no mis-aiming, and two of the striped balls follow one another into the corner pocket. The Silver Fang’s eyes gleam with triumph as she straightens and feels her Alpha’s hand briefly rest on her shoulder as he passes by.
“Oh oui je suis sûr,” the Garou attests, her eyes lingering on her opponent a moment with a calculating stare before she lowers her eyes to her watch, and reading the hour, exclaims softly in her mother’s tongue. “I should return to the Loft before my sister awakes to find me gone.” Turning to find one of the two girls present, the Silver Fang presents her with her pool cue. “I pass the torch to you, Chloe.”
Tiberius receives a smile, and a vague nod.
[Chloe] “Get some sleep, Miss Bellamonte.”
Never Katherine. Just like Lukas wasn’t Lukas, it was Rhya. Just like Tiberius wasn’t Tiberius, it was sir. She took the pool cue and started to stand.
“Hey, Rory, you ever play pool?”
[Tiberius Havel] *Tiberius nods his thanks to Kate and then glances to his own watch* Oh man it is late.
*looking up he offered his cue to Rory* Please, take mine. I gotta get home too. The Anti Cruelty Society wants me in, ass early tomorrow. Hitting a dog fighting ring with some police.
It was very nice meeting you all.
[Tiberius Havel] (( almost 5 am here. I gotta crash. Thanks for letting me play))
to Chloe, Kate, Rory
[Chloe] “You see any stray cats, you bring ’em our way, okay?”
[Tiberius Havel] *Tiberius paused and looked to Chloe* Um…. I work at the ACS. *His manner light and warm* We’re one off the biggest Animal rescue and shelter services in the city.
How can I help? *looking to them both*
[Kate] (Aight, I’m out folks! Thanks for RP! :’) )
[Rory] She looks up from her work, and shakes her head with a little grin. “No.”
Single words are easier. She saw the way that Tiberius looked at Chloe, but thought nothing of it. She is a mule. They don’t have sex lives. Right? Tiberous starts to leave, and she scoops all the pieces of her new project into a little bag, and shoves them into her pack.
She stands and pads over to the pool table on bare feet, quietly, as Tiberius asks about helping them with Cats.
[Chloe] “Just… you know… take care of ’em. Make sure they get homes, makes sure they’re fed… an’ if someone starts treating them bad, you find me and Rory and we’ll take care of it.”
There was a solid nod. Her voice was calm, but certain.
[Tiberius Havel] That’s what I do, ma’am. That’s what I do.
hey…… if…. I run across kitty mills and what not. You guys want an address. Maybe a day before the police go in? The punishments some of these people get… it’s not even close to what they deserve. If they dissapear…. noone’s going to cry rivers?
*he smiled to Rory as she left. Tiberius has no clue she’s metis and had blushed at them both. They were both pretty to him*
[Chloe] “Yes.”
She nods solid again.
“Just leave a message for us here. We’ll get it.”
[Tiberius Havel] *he smiled warmly* I’ll do that. *Picking up his coat he slipped it on. Pulling out a card he offered it to either of them* If you ever need any help from me, as to my job, just as kin or what ever. Don’t hesitate to call.
*After that he nodded respectfully to the garou and headed out*
[Chloe] ooc: let’s fade and get you in bed! thanks for playing!
[Tiberius Havel] (( thanks. *Grins* Cool totem yall have.))
[Rory] [ooc: night!]