AnneMarie | Homecoming [Hyde/Moira]

The car pulls into a parking spot near the entrance to the building and is turned off with a backfire of rumbling protest. She waits a moment, watching, before finally exiting the vehical. She looks much the same as when she left. There are new scars, but they hidden beneath the perfect fit of her clothing under the leather coat. 5’11”, 6’1″ in her heeled boots, she is still a striking, yet somewhat imposing figure. A moment passes as she contemplates what awaits her within, before finally she makes her way to the front door.

Nordic ice eyes rotate up as AM Nears and he raises a brow*

Eagle style.

(the more things change…)

*He sniffs* You smell different.

It must be strange for any that watch their ‘conversation’ as it is decidedly one sided. He speaks. She stares. He speaks again.

Still killing trash cans, then? Her voice over the totemphone is surprisingly smooth, silken, what one imagines her voice would be if she spoke. He speaks of differences, she does not answer right away. Until finally. It was no vacation. Her only explanation.

Or do they?

The front door creaks open just enough to allow the slim figure of the dark haired kin to slip through. A two-liter of Pepsi balanced under one arm as she fought to snake her other arm into the sleeve of a charcoal-grey wool jacket.

Pieces of dark hair tumble down around her oval face in little coiling wisps as most of it was gathered back into a messy bun atop her head, its color the deep brown and no longer sporting its black traits.

“Hyde… I thought maybe –“ Her eyes turn up to spy the imposing figure of the silent Modi as her voice falters into silence.

“Oh my god! Annemarie!”

Decker’s pretty much taken over that job with out anyone saying boo.

Now some Spirals want to make some deal. Take out some spiral elder….. It’s fucked up. Like they don’t have somone worse lined up to take his place or some shit…

*He looked up and smiled seeing the pepsi. Putting the wood block down, not the knife he held up one hand* Oh yeah.. and some blond snatch is trying to steal Moira’s man…

There’s a very pointed glance at the last from Hyde to Moira at the thoughts of stealing men. Her brow arches in question.

She bounces forward; off the steps in two hops to head for the brutish woman she had called the Bulldog. Now, almost meeting Annemarie, eye to eye as the kin had grown in height over the months of her absence. Perhaps, it’ll surprise the two Metis when she hugs the quiet one.

Moira tosses a raised eyebrow look over to Hyde, “Has it gotten that obvious with what’s going on between me, Kemp and Nora?”

He thought about it for a moment and grunted* Yeah… I keep expecting to get a totem phone call that one of you has gouged out the other’s eyeballs or there’s a knife in somone’s back.

Worst thing is… the Squirrel seems as oblivious as always to it…. but.. who am I to say? *He shrugs and sipps some more pepsi*

She slides her hands back into the pockets of her coat, and listens to the rest. Bemused at Kemp’s lack of noticing what is going on, and the annoyance of the kin for it being known. Nora? The silent question tossed toward Hyde.

Moira can you tell AM about Nora? You know more than I.

“She has purebred… How… strong is it?” Blinking, the kin didn’t know since she couldn’t detect such things. “I know very little of Nora Jonsdoitter, only that she is kin and doesn’t like me. Or doesn’t like the fact that I am trying to be with Kemp.”

She sucks in a deep breath, canting her head down. Her arms twisted behind her back to clamp hands together, “You know… I spoke to Decker.. seems Kemp’s gone to him for advice on girls. All I got was a grunted, ‘..should talk to Kemp’.”

*He looked to Moira* Did ya? Talk to kemp I mean?

For some reason, that amuses her more then anything. She had to fight to find a place with the no-moon, on the sole fact that she is female. To hear of his being the center of a triangle is very amusing.

She doesn’t ‘say’ anything at first, though, as Hyde mentioned Gisele. All amusement passes from her face – all expression drained away, her countenance unreadable. Inside her coat pockets, her fists clench, matching the subtle clench of jaw, before she forcably relaxes in carefully measured degrees. It will not be a problem. The only reply.

So he turns to watch Moira reply. Yep. Nice safe “Not me” ground there.*

A lock of hair falls across her eyes, tickling her nose. She makes a face, sucking in a deep breath and tries to blow it away, “I need to hunt him down and get him alone, but that seems impossible; unless Kemp’s still playing gargoyle on the roof.”

The tension that runs through the silent frame of the female Modi caught her attention. She looks over to Annemarie, but doesn’t quite say anything.

*Another sip of pepsi* Ohhhh and we gots another Modi…. Skadi. Chick…. I think Tristan scares her though. She goes out of her way to be a shit to him.

*He shrugged* Don’t get it myself. But then, lots of stuff humans do, I don’t understand.

Another Modi – that’s news. A glance between the Godi and kin. TRISTAN scares her? Perhaps she is only a modi in disguise…

It’s there briefly, until the explanation of Ling is dumped on her. Her nose wrinkles up, sighing loudly. “Schmetterling Rohl. Is Decker’s psychotic, porn star sis—cousin? I think she’s his cousin, or maybe his sister… I don’t remember. Anyway, she sees things, professes to be a prophet, but she’s acts more like a big, clumsy Cassandra than anything else. Everybody is avoiding her, got her locked up at Roxy’s place in Downtown.”

We got Nora trying to fuck his leg, we got everyone else tripping over one another, we got Skadi yelling FAGGOT! At tristian as if she were stabbing him with the word, We got Kathryn, with a crush on Tristan… And I aint even touching that one. If she’s got a crush on him, aint’ noone else sticking a dick inher. Tristan’s all hissy fitting about Skadi treating him like hammered shit… and yeah…. *he waved his hand* I thought Kemp went up there to get away from it all. Fuck knows I do.

*He smirked and sipped his pepsi and then laughed* Can’t wait to see her yell at You AnneMarie.. for being Gay…. that’ll be fun. Just make sure I’m around ok?

The description causes pale amusement to flitter through her gaze once more, as she shakes her head. Bad enough to lock up at Roxy’s by the ultimate misfits pack – that is bad. Seems the Sept has gone to hell in a handbasket since I left..

She blinks as the rest comes through, and then she looks up at the building behind them.I’d rather that not come up.But if it does, I will deal with it then.And await your audience.

Yeah apperently his bloodline doesn’t end with him. And Mah Sister has come over from germany.

Her arms pull around, plucking up the edges of the wool sweater coat to wrap it around her abdomen. Her eyes fall on Hyde, lifting an eyebrow. “Don’t put ideas into my head. I can’t do anything against her, for obvious reasons. Decker wants no dramatics; I’ve already been warned…”

She lets out another sigh, “And, Kemp might take offense to it me being violent against her. It wouldn’t help my situation if I made him mad at me. Only drive him to her.”

She is trying to process all the information, make sense of all the changes, and Hyde’s question takes her by surprise slightly. Catch him alone. If he cannot choose, perhaps it is time to move on. She has already spent 2 years to get him to notice her. Perhaps he is not as worth it as she thinks. Either that, or invest in a mud wrestling pit, and let the girls decide it themselves. The end is with a slightest of smirks.

Her gaze falls away, snorting at the mention of mud-wrestling. “You know he put me in a situation like this once. With Jack Salem. He asked me to choose between him or Jack.” She shakes the thought off, doubtful, the Rotagar would remember. “Anyway…”

Still they don’t much like the totemic bond in their heads. It’s… a bit much. Makes um nervous.

*For garou it was natural. For the poor kin, no doubt an invasion of privacy.* mmmmm Salem. I remember him.

Is this Nora tapped in as well then? For she would watch her words, if so.

The single word came over the link sternly from the dark haired kin. Her head lifting up as she looks to either of them. Moira raises a hand to her mouth, coughing into a fist and smiles.

I’da done poped her in the nose if it were me… but then… noone asked me. I’m still voting for the Mud. *He grinned just a little and sipped some pepsi* You’re one of US Moira.. she ain’t

A pause, as she rolls over all the information in her mind. Anything else I should know?

This was something she was going to have to deal with it that ever came to fruitation.

Then, confusion again. Kat – your sister, correct? Interesting.

It’s really a bit much to take in, all these hookups and crushes and happenings in the past months.

*he smiled at Moira and chuckels* Just kick her ass up around her shoulders Moira. You’ll feel worlds better. *He nodded firmly*

“Ohhh so big, so tough for a man huh?” Then she slaps me with a peice of re-bar or some shit and punctures my lung….

*He shook his head clearly amused* Bitch….. I missed ya.

“Now, it’s starting to feel like a pack again.”

Few things she loves more then sparring. Some things will never change. And going toe to toe with a fellow Metis is always fun. Then to Moira. I could teach you to weild the Staff effectively. Good for tripping up certain Garou or putting Kin in their place. If you like.

It is a little wolf carved of wood though. About fist sized* I’m gonna run to the caern. Check in there. The theurges there need somone to smack um around now and then.

*Steppind down off the steps he lightly hits AM’s shoulder with his strange hand* Good to have you back Hooch.

She grins, “I might take you up on that offer, Annemarie. I need the exercise.”

The little wood carving was tossed up into the air, her hands come up in attempt to catch it. It bounces off her wrist and it’s a quick game of hot potato before she managed a firm hold on the little wolf, clutching it tightly.

Moira nods her head, appreciative of the gift, “Thank you, Hyde, be careful on your way.”

To Moira there is another nod, an anmused smile. There will be more bruises if I teach you again. But you are fast, and learn well.

With that, Moira starts to dance away and head back for the front door before Annemarie could catch her. “Welcome back!” She calls before slipping inside.