[Lonna Larson] “Stupid fucking-” she tromped up the stairs, and one would assume that, given the severity of her reaction and the frustration in her voice and the grumbling, that she must have been a woman scorned. She must have been a lot of things, actually, but that was neither here nor there.
Right now, Lonna Larson was headed up the stairs in what could be considered a foul mood. She didn’t want to come to the brotherhood, but for some reason she keeps coming here. She comes here more now that her warders have died horribly, which to a certain degree is strange. Maybe she comes here because it’s close.
“-men.”
Lonna Larson plops down on the couch and pouts a tipsy pout.
Another evening gone awry.
Maybe she came here because it was safer than going home.
[Theron Locke] For one evening Theron could finally be found in his new home, after past adventures nearly every other night. He was here licking his wounds and just generally chilling out. although his mind still wandered to the little girl who had ran off screaming into the night. It was probably for the best though, considering what they had to do to the poor girls mother.
And so Theron Locke wandered out into the common room, he was impressed with himself that he had also gotten around to doing his laundry. But now it was time to relax. He looked up into the room and spotted the young female who had witnessed his loss in SoulCalibur at the hands of Sinclair his packmate. “Hey there…” walking over as he takes a seat nearby.
[Lonna Larson] Amidst her tipsy sulking, a person came in. Now, to Theron’s dismay, the poor man seemed to be cursed. He had the worst luck, it seemed, because since he has moved here, he has seen several garou die and has had to deal with more wailing, concerned people than he has probably had to deal with in the entirety of his being here.
This particular blonde, wailing thing has not caused too many problems, in that he was not around to see her receive too many bouts of horrible news.
She looked at him, head cocked to the side, and for a second she looked embarrassed.
“Sorry about… you know… cursing your gender,” she says quietly, “I didn’t mean it towards you, just…”
The blonde in the short skirt laughed a little, and, instead sat in a way that minimized the fact that the skirt on that impossibly short dress was, in fact, impossibly short.
“I’m Lonna,” she offers, instead of apologizing for ragging on those with a Y chromosome.
[Theron Locke] He hadn’t really wanted to interrupt the lady, she seemed caught up in whatever business young ladies get caught up in. The curse though had made the corners of his lips tug up into a wry grin. He suspected what the problem was.
“That’s okay, one grows used too it … Ane..” he paused thoughtfully, he really needed to talk to her. So much had happened over the last couple of weeks “Someone close to me used to curse me and mine all the time.”
He watched his female company try and shift to sit in a more dignified manner. If he had any comments or thoughts on her attire, he didn’t pass them on. On hearing her name he gave his own “I’m Theron, pleased to meet you Lonna.”
[Lonna Larson] “It’s understandable,” Lonna affirms, “your kind have cooties and are generally infuriating, difficult to manage, and entirely enjoyable. Which is a problem in and of itself.”
Matter of fact and tinged by the wisdom of Jose Cuervo.
“It’s nice to finally get your name, Theron, you were about to be guy who lives here who is packmates with blonde women,” she told him. She’s a personable sort, this one.
She pauses for a second. He started to mention someone, curiosity came across rather lovely features, and was pushed back immediately. For now, the desire to ask who Ane (whom Lonna assumed was named Anne or Ana) was happened to be pushed aside. After all, she just learned this man’s name. Literally.
[Izzy Montoya] A smart cop doesn’t come to a new city [home] unprepared. No, a smart cop knows three things:
1. Where to find coffee – cheap and hot.
2. Where to find whiskey – cheap and on the rocks.
3. Where to find those that need to know of her arrival – and possibly a bed to crash in for the night.
Tonight, all three point to the Brotherhood. She has the proper password, and is thus let in to talk to one of the staff in the kitchen, while she takes her badge from around her neck, flipping it closed and wrapping the chain around it, and shoving it into her pocket. A wry smirk is offered to the one she’s talking to, as she slings her bag over her shoulder, grabs the offered sandwhich, whiskey and glass, and heads up the stairs two at a time.
She’s on the tallish side at 5’9″, and without much padding to soften the angles and lines of her lithe form. Her hair is dark, her eyes too, and she’s dressed as one would expect of a detective. Slacks, tailored blouse, and a suit jacket over it all, that covers the bulge at the small of her back where her gun rests, ever ready.
The smirk appears again as she rounds the top of the stairs and hears the comment about men – one presumes. “Cooties? Fuck, I thought that shit wore off in grade school.”
Welcome home, Detective Montoya.
[Izzy Montoya] [and stat of note for you: PB 3, Fenrir.]
to Theron Locke
[Lonna Larson] “Oh, no,” she assures the detective, “when you have cooties you’re pretty much stuck with them for life unless properly vaccinated.”
[Theron Locke] If he was going to talk about the someone he had mentioned, the time had come and gone. That was a discussion he was not looking forward too, as it wouldn’t take a genius to know how it was going to turn out.
“Entirely enjoyable ?….that’s a new one I must remember it.” he says with a small chuckle. He then laughs at his possible description “Well it’s a good thing , we finally met isn’t it. Although with all the bodies moving around this place, it’s often hard to keep up with who is who.”.
As he talks there is a new arrival, he eyes her up down…her angeled lithe body, a fierceness to her eyes, it doesn’t take much to figure out her breeding. “Well all the medical journals I’ve read say you have to keep up the innoculations once a year just to be on the safe side.” his face dead pan, except for the slight glimpse of mirth in his eyes. “Hello by the way…a new arrival I take it ?”
[Izzy Montoya] “Well, they said I had all my shots and shit before immigrating back here. So I’m good and immune.” a beat. “Hopefully.”
She sets the whiskey bottle and glass on the coffee table, followed by the sandwich on the plate, and drops her bag to the floor. She stretches, hands resting on her lower back as she arches with a grunt.
A new arrival, he asks, and that wry smirk appears again. “Sort of – lived here back in the day. Just crashin’ for the night – new place won’t be open for me to move in till tomorrow.”
[Lonna Larson] The general problem with club gear was that it was genuinely hard to tell who turned tricks and who didn’t nowadays. She regarded Izzy, and for her part she was a personable creature. The blonde played idly with a strand of hair and waited ever so patiently.
“Are you moving in north side or south side? If you’re moving up north side, I could show you a few places that are interesting.”
[Theron Locke] He just nodded at the answer he received , sounded fair. He chuckled at her response to his quip about needing innoculations “Sounds like your right to go then, might be wise to keep your fingers crossed though just to be on the safe side.”
He then adds “So a familiar face returns, does anyone need to be informed of your arrival ? I could give you a few names of those who are staying here at the moment , if you’d like ?”
[Izzy Montoya] She settles to sit on the edge of the sofa, and peels out of her jacket. She doesn’t bother to unclip her gun, or hide the fact that she has it as she drapes her jacket over her bag, and grabs the bottle, uncapping it and pouring a couple fingers worth into the glass. “Northside. Lake View area.” A pause as she tosses back the double shot, and then sets it on the table and pours another. This one she doesn’t toss back, she just leaves it as she unwraps her sandwich. “Got a place on tap – will check it out in the morning. If it don’t pan out, I’ll take you up on that.”
A beat, as she looks up at Lonna, dark intelligent eyes taking in the outfit, taking her in before she nods. “Name’s Izzy.”
She studies Theron for a long moment, two, and nods. “I’m sure the guard has changed since I was here before. It’s been a while. I’ll leave my card, you can pass it on to whoever needs it.”
[Lonna Larson] “I’m Lonna,” she says with a smile. She offers the detective a hand. She is a bright sort of creature. Well, for now. Given the nature of her past few weeks, it was surprising to see her being gregarious and personable.
Assumedly, one could blame the alcohol, but she wasn’t drunk. The buzz was starting to wear off. Tipsy would be somewhere in the past in a few hours.
[Theron Locke] Theron just nods in response as he leans back into his seat relaxing “Sounds like a plan. I’m Theron by the way.. Theron Locke” turning to Lonna he asks “So your in the real estate game ?”
He had noticed the buzz around his original company, but Theron wasn’t one to take advantage of that. He preferred a clear mind and a quick wit.
[Izzy Montoya] She leans forward and grasps Lonna’s hand in her own. Her shake is strong, and stern yet brief like one would expect from a detective. “Pleasure.” she means Theron as well, apparently.
She takes a bite of her sandwich, and this time she sips from her glass. She’s not tipsy, and likely won’t get so, by a long shot. “So what’s the local scene like round here now? I’ve been out of the loop about a decade or so.”
[Lonna Larson] “I have a tendency to move from time to time. I’ve started looking at places in terms of whose territory it’s in. I moved to the north side because-”
There’s a hitch there. She seems to realize where she’s going with this statement, and for a second there something akin to pain and akin to panic and reality. It stung like nameless redheads. It is something that is pushed aside quickly in favor of something else.
“At any rate, certain pack territories have different issues to deal with. North side, you get more gang-related troubles than something less supernatural, and in other places, you won’t get mugged but there’s a good shot you’ll be eaten by something large and unpleasant.”
[Theron Locke] “Hmm that’s something I should really start looking into. I haven’t really worried much about territories” at the mention of supernaturals though, his eyes flicker with something unknown….was it remorse…anger..fear. It could have ever been a mixture of all three.
“Can’t say much about the local scene from my point of view, I’ve only been in town a few weeks….but I can say we are definitely at war”
[Izzy Montoya] She listens, closely, even as she eats her sandwich. “Really. And which large and unpleasants live in lake view?”
She snorts at Theron’s comment. “At war? NO REALLY? Oh Em Gee. Ya don’t say.” She glances at Lonna and jerks her head in Theron’s direction. “Wet behind the ears is he?”
[Lonna Larson] “Izzy, we live in interesting times… for all that’s worth,” she told her. The woman’s handshake was firm, but not exactly confident. There were things that could be said of that. Not stern, but permissive. “All I know is that, in the course of a month I’ve managed to lose three tribemates and that’s not including everyone else. There’s fighting in the streets nearly every week, if not more frequently… and, I know, when I first moved here? Within the first week of living here, I was nearly torn to bits by a-a- thing that used to be garou-”
The words Black Spiral Dancer escaped her at the moment, but the blonde had slowly made a gradient from calm to flustered to… unsettled. Distraught was a good word
“-and the day after that I almost got eaten by an animated corpse.”
Lonna Larson was the paragon of good luck.
[Lonna Larson] She finally calms enough to make her point.
“Chicago isn’t like other cities.”
[Theron Locke] He raises a brow… how dare she talk to him like that… clearly this Fenrir unlike Moira had yet to learn her place. His eyes take on a steely glint as he seethes, luckily his beast was more docile than others, so he was able to easily restrain it.
“Hardly wet behind the ears kin…I have seen and done things that would make you tremble. Just for a relatively small and unknown Sept… it feels like we are under constant bombardment..with ever dwindling ranks of warriors.”
[Izzy Montoya] She just looks at Theron. “Think so, do ya. What are ya, a fuckin’ Lord? Shakin in my boots, babe.”
She stares at Lonna, then, and chuckles. “….an animated corpse. Ya mean a fuckin Zombie – nut up or shut up?” She snorts, and then grabs her glass, tosses the contents back, and then fills it again and leans over to sit in in front of Lonna. “looks like you need this more than me.”
A beat, and the smirk returns. “Ya should try Miami. There we get fuckin’ gators, man. GATORS.” Somehow, she doesn’t mean just the normal see in a zoo kind, hm? “And sharks. Dude, that shit is FUCKED. Small correction though – if it was a Spiral, it ain’t used to be a fuckin’ Garou. It still is. Just fightin’ on the other side an all kindsa fucked up.”
And somehow, she manages to keep eating through it all, too. Cops. Cast Iron Stomachs.
[Lonna Larson] She looks at the shot, and she picks it up. Lonna Larson drinks like a Fianna, but does not have the stamina to back it up. There are things you lose on the road, and no matter how cruel she has been to her liver in Chicago, it couldn’t take the beating that it used to take. She knocks it back with little problem or fanfare.
If nothing, Lonna was an observant creature. She watches as Theron’s brows raise, as Izzy continues to poke, and with calm and graceful hands, she pours herself another shot and takes comfort in amber liquor.
[Theron Locke] He eyebrow raises and he just smirks “Well that shows that your at least perceptive….indeed I am a child of Thunder, a Shadow Lord. Is there a problem with that ?” wondering what the gutsy cop was going to respond with.
The remarks about the zombie are lost him, he’d had his own run-in with a zombie last night. By god she was quick, Charlie had even hit the bitch with a gas tank from a car and set her alight and still she hadn’t gone down.
“Well if you survive Chicago long enough, I’m sure you’ll be able to add even more to the list.”
[Izzy Montoya] Is there a problem with that, he asks, and she chuckles again. “Only if ya make it one, son. Only if ya make it one.”
She finishes off her sandwich, and dusts off her hands, before she belches, only barely covering it with the back of her hand. “S’cuse me. Anyway, already survived Chicago once – born n raised. Don’t see any reason why I can’t do it again.”
[Lonna Larson] “Chicago beats Connecticut, that’s for sure.”
Safer topics, ones that stayed away from dead Children of Gaia or Shadow Lords or tribal lines or anything else was a lovely idea. A perpetual peacekeeper, albeit a somewhat ineffective one. A pause, and then to Theron-
“Have you met Edwin yet?”
[Theron Locke] A question… good a question causes distraction and he pulls himself away from his conversation with Izzy “Edwin?… no sorry to say that name doesn’t ring a bell”
[Izzy Montoya] She sits back, just a bit, though not so much that her gun wouldn’t be in easy reach if she should happen to need it. Sure she doesn’t expect to need it here, but old habits are hard to break.
She grabs the bottle, and takes a swig directly from the neck, before she sits it down and recaps it again. Apparently, she’s done for the night. All things in moderation.
[Lonna Larson] “You two should meet… he’s… around. It’s hard to describe, but he’s kind of hard to get ahold of,” she shrugged, “I suppose you should meet more of your tribe mates and that I might be able to help.”
She crosses her legs at the ankle and turns her attention to the detective.
“So… where do you work? I don’t think I ever asked..”
[Izzy Montoya] She leans on one hip, digging out a small business card holder, and fishing two out.
“Chicago PD. Vice.” She passes the cards off to them, and tucks the holder back into her pocket. “Officially it’s Detective Izzy Montoya.”
[Lonna Larson] Brows raise and it’s Lonna’s turn to look surprised.
“Oh,” her reply is immediate.
“I’ll be sure to keep in touch with you then.”
[Izzy Montoya] The smirk returns as she leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, hands clasped loosely. “You do that.”
There’s a pause, and then… “You don’t happen to know Detective John Thornton, do you?”
[Theron Locke] “A Detective….wow you really must have a strong stomach … the horrors of our world, plus the horrors of the human one” the voice he uses isn’t mocking or insulting. He is actually paying a compliment.
‘I’ll keep an eye out for him I’m sure. The only others of my tribe I know are Lukas and Danicka.”
[Lonna Larson] She perked up for a second, “that name does sound familiar. I’ve seen him around before, we’ve talked a few times, but it’s never been anything extensive.”
She looks decidedly embarrassed for a second. Coupled with the short skirt and the surprise about her being a vice detective, Lonna was an unintentionally incriminating creature.
[Izzy Montoya] She glances at Theron. “Someone has to do it.” And maybe in that it explains how she comes off, why she pushes buttons to see what sets folks off, why she carries herself with a no-shit attitude.
Or maybe not.
Then she’s chuckling at Lonna with a nod. “Well. If you see him – don’t tell him I’m in town – not till I find him first. Wanna surprise him. We were partners back in the day.”
[Lonna Larson] “Well, Detective Montoya, I will be sure to keep my mouth shut. As far as we’re concerned, I’ve never met you… well… until you surprise him, then I’ll let the jig up, but until then? Mum’s the word.”
[Izzy Montoya] She grins and stands. “Good. And Izzy is fine.”
She winks as she reaches down and grabs her jacket and bag, leaving the bottle for them, and the plate on the coffee table. She’ll get it in the morning. “For now though, I gotta crash. 9am comes awful fuckin’ early. Catch ya around.”
And with that, she glances down the hall, and then heads toward the first empty room she finds, and does exactly that.
[Izzy Montoya] (bedtime for Lessa’s everywhere! thanks for letting me playtest with you!)