AnneMarie | I have no say [Nora/Others/Idiots]

Posted on October 24, 2006 by Lessa
I have no say. [Nora/others/idiots]
[AnneMarie Hoch]
AnneMarie arrives at the cafe right on time. There a reigned in fury that wraps around the well put together woman that sets her appart more then any other. She is dressed much as Nora saw her the last time they met; heeled boots that add another 2 inches to her already impressive 5’11” height, perfectly pressed slacks, a silken blouse, all under a long leather trench coat that clings to lean form like a second skin. Her hair boyishly short, her makeup perfectly applied, her features strong – impassive. She is a beauty, though she would never declare it so.

The door opens, and pale gaze searches the interior for young Nora. She is curious, yes. Wary, more so. That this request for a meeting is said to be a surprise is an understatement. It makes her uneasy – fortunately, Luna is barely a sliver in the sky.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora was at the Cafe just like she said she’d be. She’d been there ten minutes before the scheduled time, warm coffee on the table in front of her. Anyone that knew her would recognize instantly that she was dressed down – baggy jeans that hugged her slim hips and a pullover sweatershirt that had some sort of brand name logo or label embroidered on one corner. Her tennis shoes aren’t as white as they once were, they’re faded and scuffed here and there and well hidden beneath the table. Blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail and her make-up is minimal. The kin that stands half-way to wave Anne Marie over defintley looks more the part of an 18 year old tonight.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
AnneMarie studies the girl for a moment, a lift of her chin serves as the only greeting. She weaves through the tables to join the kin, pulling her hands from her pocket to place whiteboard and pen on the table before taking a seat. She shrugs out of her coat, letting it fall to the chair behind her, before she settles back into the seat. Long legs cross at the knee, slender fingers smoothing the crease in her slacks so that the material falls correctly. Only then does she lift her gaze to Nora once more, and waits.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
“Thank you for coming.” She smiles slightly and shifts in her seat. “Are you hungry? My treat, please feel free…” Nora sips her own coffee which is losing steam from sitting. “I don’t know what happened between you and Kemp, as I said…” The words begin to fall from her lips after a moments hesitation for consideration. “…but I apologize if he took anything I said the wrong way…I’m going to go to the school soon Anne Marie and I’d really like any help you could give me to defend myself. I believe I have two days…” Her eyes shift to the table then back up to the Modi.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She shakes her head no at the offer of food, as she listens to the rest. There is a moment’s consideration before she puts pen to the whiteboard, and even then she still takes her time while formulating her reply. It takes a few minutes, but her writing remains the same neat, precise, easily read script it was before. If there is an exess of emotion behind it – it is well and truly hidden. Soon enough, she slides the whiteboard over to Nora.

~Thank you, but no. I shared a meal with Sniper before I arrived.

As for the rest. It has been made abundantly clear that I am unfit to teach you anything. I may be Modi, but I am only a Cliath. I will incurr his wrath for simply discussing it again, I am certain. I am afraid you will have to ask Kemp, or Decker to teach you what they can before you go. If they wish for me to step in, they will have to say so. I am sorry to have stepped in where my ilk is certainly unwanted by those who have claimed you as Fenrir Kin. Your apology is unnessesary, it was not your mistake, but mine.~

And if anyone suggests that writing that did NOT pain the proud modi in some way, they would be lying. Not that she allows any hint of it to show in her demeanor.
[Reagan Gallagher]
((is this a closed scene?))
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
to AnneMarie Hoch, Reagan Gallagher
(nope, we’re in a cafe :) )
[AnneMarie Hoch]
((what she said. *g*)
[Reagan Gallagher]
The cafe wasnt horribly busy tonight, which was good, becuase in not being horribly busy Reagan was let off of work early. Hanging her apron up and putting her hat away, her fire engine red hair cascades down her back. Pretty, but not beautiful. Young, and trying her best to adjust to life in Chicago, and this… shitty job.

the 16 year old sighs lightly, running a hand through her fire engine red hair, and idly toying with her golden locket with the fianna glyph engraved in it. Her body in a pair of hip huggers and a black form fitting t-shirt with a local band from Washington on it. The only thing about the girl that could be considered more than pretty is her eyes, a green most eyes couldnt reach, tinged with blue. Her face is a pale olive complexion, lining her nose, her cheeks, just about everything about her are dusty golden freckles.

She had homework.. and lots of it, and she’d only been here for a couple weeks.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora takes her time, blue eyes washing over the carefully controlled words written on the board. It draws a slight frown to touch the edges of her heart-shaped lips. She doesn’t pout or show any real emotion except for that smal,slight frown. A beat passes and Nora remains still. “Kemp is not my keeper Anne Marie. I understand your concern but you were right. If something goes wrong in that place I am not capable of physically defending myself. My Father did not teach me such things as it was not something common for women kin to do in my homeland.” She explains, straightening a napkin and salt shaker. “I really do not want to seek out their approval, but if that is what it takes then so be it…” Her voice is as controlled as Anne Marie’s handwritting. “…I respect you and I’ve just met you. My Father would think the same regardless of your Rank or status. I know he would.” The words are quietly spoken so as to keep their conversation private.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
(sorry – typing now, had a visitor)
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
(‘s ok)
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She takes the board, sliding it across her thigh where the stain – the one mar in her appearance – suggests it is a constant occurance, a habit. She hesistates, perhaps to gather her thoughts, perhaps only to look over the redhead who is shedding her apron. It is hard to tell. But after a moment, she does return her full attention (a weighty thing indeed) to Nora, and writes once more.

~Unfortunately, in Kemp’s eyes, he is your keeper, and I the mongrel who wants to bruise your skin, not teach you. Those are the facts. Kemp is a very stubborn person. He will have things his way, or no way. He holds my taking a leave of absense against me, among many other things – the fact that I am female sends him into rages that must be seen to be believed. I am the omega of the Eagle pack. As he has voiced his displeasure, any teaching that I can do must be brought to me through him.~

There is a pause, and then she finishes the thought. ~He fights one packmate already over you. I will not be the second. My standing in this Sept is under more scruitany then ever before, for matters neither you nor I had any part in. I must make every stride to rise up to their expectations. I will fail – often. But in this, I cannot. You must ask Kemp or Rohl. If they wish it, then I will teach you what I can before you go.~
[Reagan Gallagher]
in due time she gets her cappucino, running a hand through her hair, “Thanks, Dori.” she nods as she takes the cup of coffee and her messenger bag to a table, across from the two women. Not seemingly interested in whatever unspoken words are between them. She sips the coffee for a moment, blows on it, tucks that fire engine red hair behind her ear, her gold locket resting on her chest as she fingers it and opens a school textbook, Government.. yay.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora slides her eyes to Reagan and regards her for a quiet moment while Anne Marie writes. Once she’s done with her reply Nora’s eyes are tightly held by what’s on the board. Where as her emotions and expression had been carefully controlled moments earlier, now they bleed through the blue of her eyes, draw fine lines around the edges of her lips as she frowns further, deeper. “I do not understand…fighting because of me? What does that mean?” She asks again, shaking her head while looking back and forth from the board to Anne Marie.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
A slight shake of her head as she takes the board back again. A swipe along her thigh, and again she writes.

~It is not your fault – I worded it poorly. We are highly passionate beings. Sometimes that overflows. It is Kemp’s Moon and he is punchier then usual. Rage runs high, and brothers bear arms against brothers. They are Fenrir. They will get it out of their system, and perhaps it will be the end of it. I have no wish to raise my hand to the Rotager, other then in friendly competition such as I had with the Godi last night. Should Kemp wish you to know what has happened, he will tell you. It is, as everything else reguarding kinfolk, not my place.~
[Reagan Gallagher]
She reads over the first page, pulling a notebook out to take notes, on hand a pencil, the other the coffee, her eyes skimming the pages, as her hand writes. Is it possible to have any more homework in one night?…
[Ling Rohl]
Ling walks in, perhaps only barely familiar to those who stay at the West packhouse; she’s only been there one night, arrived late, stayed mostly silent and later went more or less right to sleep in the farthest wall of some unoccupied, out of the way space she could find, her head under the window so she could see out if she woke late. Just a blanket for a bedroll, with her backpack for a pillow.
She’d been up with the sun, out jobhunting–out, at least, not caged– as best she could, hasnt been back just yet. Today, she enters the restaurant, dressed in a hoodie and shivering and in jeans and pretty seriously underdressed for the weather. The wind has slapped her cheeks to redness, a hat covering her hair, all trapped and hidden, with no makeup to make her look special and recognizable and with shades on, even from the darkness of outside. “Is your manager free?” she asks the first employee she sees. “Saw the help-wanted sign in the window.” And, that would be why she has entered this place.
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan looked up with Ling asked about the job, the woman behind the counter shook her head, “No, the manager isnt in this late at night.”

Reagan smiled softly, “She’ll be around most of the day tomorrow though, from noon till nine if that helps you at all.” She looked up at ling.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora rakes her fingers through her hair an look of almost complete confusion having washed over her face. “I have done nothing.” She states plainly, blue eyes flickering back to AnneMarie. “You are one of them, why are Kinfolk none of your concern?” She shakes her head, eyes flickering around the cafe to pluck out Regan and Ling briefly.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She takes the board back.

~You have done nothing. This is not a problem on your part. Please do not take it as so. I am Metis. Kinfolk are none of my concern unless placed there by those above me in rank and station. There was a time this Sept believed in more lenient views, but I have seen with my own eyes that time is past. I am held to higher standards then others for the sin of my parents. It is not something I like, it simply is. This is not a problem with you, but rather Tradition that must be adhered too.~
[Ling Rohl]
“Oh. Just seein if you needed help in the back. Short term.” The sort of short term that pays off the books, for example. “Thanks anyways.”
Strike. She’d struck out hours ago, actually, this last time was just one more closed door. Expected. Hell, she shouod just get back before she fucking freezes to death. Her gaze clings to the warmth of the room, eyes the steaming drinks where they sit out of her effective reach. No, no acutally there– yeah. Enough quarters for a drink. “um, can i get a coffee? small one?” Small, cheap.
[Ling Rohl]
to AnneMarie Hoch, Nora Jonsdoittor
(Have anna marie or nora been at the packhouse since yesterday late afternoon?)
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
to AnneMarie Hoch, Ling Rohl
(Nora was there dropping off the note for anne marie and one for kemp, Ling might of seen her )
[AnneMarie Hoch]
to Ling Rohl, Nora Jonsdoittor
((AnneMarie has been around yes. I don’t know an anna marie. *chuckles*))
[Reagan Gallagher]
“I think we definitly do need the help.” Reagan nodded, “Serious, if you stop in tomorrow I can hook you up with a chat with the manager. I’m sick of lat enight hours on school days.”

The woman behiind the counter nods and tells her the total for the coffee, and then starts making it.
[Ling Rohl]
to AnneMarie Hoch, Nora Jonsdoittor
(gahh! Ok *lo*))
[Alejandra Cruz]
*She was very new to the city and needed to find this place that she was told about. Though the face only looked 19 it was the body that caused people to give he a wide birth, 6’1″ before you factor in the 4″ high heeled boots she was wearing.

She was young and therefore in some ways victum of pop culture as in showed in her tight jeans and sweater.*
[Ling Rohl]
Her father a theurge, she’s seen glyphs all her life. Ling nods, a relieved nearlya-smile coming over her face at the news. Freezing as she sees teh semi-familiar symbol there, the style of it at least. Odd, how the Nation finds its arms and legs, that one kin can walk into any building and suddenly tehre is a sort of family, more over there at a table. She isnt sure though, feels only suspicion at the familiar stylization. NOt that she could spell the word, yet, of course. Ling eyes the symbol and hides all ehr reaction of what she feels.
Or rather, wtih her complete lack of skill at hiding her feelings, Ling broadcasts RECOGNITION!! and OMG!! and WOW! OOOH DONT SHOW HER WHAT YOU THINK sort of thoughts, all across that golden-tanned, rwind-slapped lovely face.
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan simply smiles taking a sip of her cappuccino, not knowing whether the relieved smile meant she would sto pin or not. Reagan is young, 16 years old, her fire engine red hair cascading now down her back, a black teeshirt on with the logo of one of Washington’s home bands. Her jeans are hip huggers, and she’s a pretty teenager. Not beautiful by standard, but pretty. Her face is lined in dusky orange freckles, her eyes the only part of her that could be said beautiful, those greens with the blue tint. “So you wanna stop in? I’ll be workin about… 4.”

Lings Coffee is handed to her, and she is shown where the sugar and creme is.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
“I appreciate the offer AnneMarie.” she says cooly, her eyes flickering around the cafe before looking back to the Modi. “I had no intentions of bringing trouble to your pack…” She offers quietly, fingers pushing back strands of blonde hair.
[Alejandra Cruz]
*She wonders around looking for the guide marks and turns into the cafe.*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
That brings a quirk of her lips that is ALMOST a smirk that might, one day, with enough time, grow into a smile. Of course, there is not that amount of time available, and it disappears again. A swipe to clean the white board, and again she writes.

~You are a beautiful young girl, with honor within your heritage and blood. He is a young, horny boy discovering girls again. Trouble comes, trouble goes. This is no fault of yours.~
[Ling Rohl]
“Sure.” Nothign in it,. she jsut swallows a scalding mouthful straight. Black and vicious. “See you then. I’m Ling. Ahh, scuse me.”
[Reagan Gallagher]
“I’m Reagan.” she nods, sips at her highly sugared cappucino.
[Ling Rohl]
“Be right back.” Ling walks over to Annemarie and Nora, nods to the lovely kin, speaks to the garou from the packhouse. “Evenin, maam. Nora. Seen that girl’s necklace?” oh, so casual like.
Not.
Ling is nothign subtle, but at least she can speak very quietly, and doesnt gesture.
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan just nods, and goes back to her studying, looking at the government book, her red brows knit together for a moment, like she gave a damn what act of congress came first…
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
A brief flicker of recognition touches the edges of Nora’s eyes as she spies Ling. Quickly she looks back to AnneMarie and her shoulders heave a heavy sigh. Every written word sinks in and she’s glad for the break in conversation provided by Ling. “Hello…” A smile is spared for the other blonde and she shakes her head, eyes flickering to Anne Marie. “I haven’t…”
[AnneMarie Hoch]
A slim brow lifts slightly, the whiteboard reclaimed and cleaned against her thigh before words on them can be read by any – let alone the kinfolk who has inturrupted. Having not been introduced as of yet, she says nothing.

Well, she never says anything, but she doesn’t do anything other then watch Ling silently.

As she speaks, pale gaze slides over to rest on Reagan, the uncomfortable weight of rage inherrent in even so simple a look. She then turns to look up at Ling once more.
[Reagan Gallagher]
that golden locket rests around her neck, she looks over to the gathering for a slight moment, but shakes her head a little, and looks back at the book.
[Ling Rohl]
Cold, cold. Her lips arent quite blue but they sure as hell feel like it, where she hasn’t actually burnt them on the coffee. The heat from the cup, such as it is, reminds her she really DOES have fingers. And, they are beginning to be rather unhappy with her.
“glyph. Looks like one at least.” Helpful kin, her voice still low. The heat of the room is sinking into her , but might be a few minutes before the chill is less consuming.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
“Would you like to sit Ling?” Nora asks as always politely despite whatever it is that has darkened her expression ever so slightly. There are two empty chairs at the table and Nora motions for one to Ling. “I offered to buy AnneMarie dinner, would you care to eat?”
[Alejandra Cruz]
*She looks around the room and scans who is there. One stands out more than the others something about her made Alejandra search her memories and think.

She makes her way closer, in hopes of hearing a tell tale prase that would bring everything together.*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
to Reagan Gallagher
(she have pb? if so what tribe)
[Reagan Gallagher]
to AnneMarie Hoch
((2, fianna))
[Ling Rohl]
Eat? Magic word? Her eyes brighten, and she nods as uneagerly as the towering, 6’1 teenager can. “Sure, i could eat.” Massive understatement. Missed two meals today.
“Schmetterling Rohl.” The Butterfly. She offers her hand to the silent woman from teh packhouse, and a nickname. She says it corrently, native German speaker though from so long ago, only a little of the country still clings to her tongue, if not her memory.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
to Reagan Gallagher
(thank you)
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She gives the whiteboard another swipe, to make sure it is clear, before writing something to show to the two at her table.

~Perhaps you should ask her about it. She is Fianna Kin. She is not Fenrir. You may put her in touch with her tribe if she does not know of it. Be subtle, however. Enemy’s abound. I am AnneMarie Hoch. Eagle.~
[Reagan Gallagher]
The textbook is closed after a few minutes of shorthanded writing, as she reaches in the messenger bag for yet ANOTHER text book, this time happens to be Algebra… that dreaded thing called Math. The notebook is flipped to another section, a calculator pulled out, pencil in hand, she arms herself for the worst of the homework load yet.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora’s breeding is strong, though only to those with a specific talent for sniffing out such things. Those familiar with Eurpoean Garou might recognize certain features on the blonde with the blue eyes that are quite similiar to a respected Modi from Septs abroad. Nora looks to Alejandra and smiles briefly. “Yes, please sit…” said to Ling as she offers the tall girl a menu.
[Alejandra Cruz]
((Not trying to have a sex change and now the dramatis is linked.))
[Ling Rohl]
Menu. Shit. Reading. Ling peeks and her eyes hit one word. “Hamburger.”
Then she blinks at what Anne marie offers. Shit, there’s more reading. Ling’s lips move while she works her way through the board. Takes longer than it should, at her age. Maybe looking 18 now. ” Honor, Annemarie. Uhh ok…” She thinks abot it a few seconds longer, her flower-blue gaze slidign to the side. Finally she nods crisply. “ok. Got a plan.”

Implementation time– damned quick. She stands, rises and moves across the room agian, bringing her precious hot battery acid with her. Good, for battery acid. ‘Reagan. ” Ling slips into the chair opposite. “You mind?” The necklace gets ogled again as Ling indicates her appropriation of hte chair.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She cleans to board again, with that well placed swipe along her thigh, before her gaze is drawn to Alejandra, trying to hard to listen in. It is not an easy thing to have the heavy gaze of the Modi on one for long. And it remains there, studying the tall girl impassively.
[Alejandra Cruz]
*She nods and smiles back to Nora and moves over to make an introduction and ask a question. Her memory had never proven her wrong before, however; she had done a whole lot of traveling over the last two years and absorbed an insane amount of information.*
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Not at all.” reagan says with a smile, noticing ling looking at her necklace.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora shifts her eyes to follow AnneMarie’s line of sight back to Alejandra. Her own gaze is appraising, judging without really intending to be. It was habit, she was in the end her Father’s daughter. When she can catch someone she orders whatever Ling wanted. “Wouldn’t you care for something to drink AnneMarie?” Comes the question again as Nora smooths her own ruffled feathers with casual conversation that lacks much thought.
[Alejandra Cruz]
*The was a fire to Alejandro a passion that overflowed and drew you like a moth to the flame.

She nodded a greeting when she arrived at the table and in a hushed tone spoke. If her height or personality did not catch your attention her voice definately did as it seemed to echo more than just in your ears.*

I hope I am not disturbing you, but you remind me of someone and I can not put my finiger on it.

((Charisma 4: Captivating and the Enchanting Voice Merit))
[AnneMarie Hoch]
A single sentense on the white board. Coffee, thank you.

And her gaze remains fixed on Alejandra.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora catches the person taking Ling’s order before they scoot too far away and orders AnneMarie a coffee. “You’re welcome…” She doesn’t say the Modi’s name in front of the stranger for whatever reason. Cornflower eyes look over Alejandra’s face, noting the pretty exotic features that are so much different than her own pale self. If it wasn’t the woman’s beauty keeping Nora’s eyes lingering a moment to long, maybe it was her voice. “Where are you from?” She asks curiously, perhaps thinking she maybe met the woman in New York when with her Mother.
[Ling Rohl]
“Homework? You got Family in town?” Oooh its warm here too. Ling wraps both hands, both red from cold, aroudn the cup and sucks the burn in. Focused, on the heat, on Reagan, not too good at beign the easy-to-get-along with woman. Trying to scare everyone away for four years didnt tend to make one much cuddly.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Yea, I got my aunti and her three screaming kids.” she says, “And Algebra… sucks.” she nods truly, truly meaning that her homework sucks.
[Alejandra Cruz]
I was born and raised in New York City, however; I have been the last two years traveling aboard to get to know my extended family.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
to Alejandra Cruz
((anything that’d trigger recognition? pure breed, rage, the like?))
[Alejandra Cruz]
to AnneMarie Hoch
((Rage 4))
[AnneMarie Hoch]
to Alejandra Cruz
((tribe?))
[Alejandra Cruz]
to AnneMarie Hoch
((Silent Strider))
[Ling Rohl]
“Auntie give you that necklace?” Her eyes, intense and flower blue and full of someting not-rage regards Reagan. “Different. I like it.”
No more than that. Damn, cant tell if the girl knows or not what the thing is. Maybe she’s not. Maybe Ling is wrong. No no, Anamarie said it. Ok then. You betcha Anna marie is right, one of Them.
[Decker Rohl]
(LOL, shit! this is a different time than the kemp/hyde fight scene. OH WELL. we’ll make do.)
[Hyde]
Another night, another stroll. He’d been at the caern all day working on the defences Earth and water elementals both. Part of the day spent teaching Danny how to cleanse the waters. Now he was walking*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
to Ling Rohl
(KICKS- woman. ANNEMARIE. It’s not that hard! it’s RIGHT THERE! *L*))
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
“Abroad?” She asks quietly, an inkling of realization flickering through her eyes. “My family has ties within Germany and Iceland..” Her own voice echoes with the sharp clip of an accent that Alejandra’s travels would allow her to pin as probablly German or Danish.
[Ling Rohl]
to AnneMarie Hoch
(OWWW!! Ok ok *Grovels* ANNEMARIE! uhh Ling cant spell, its deliberate, yeah. Um she’s thinking in bad spelling)
[Reagan Gallagher]
“No, my mom did. I’m just living with my aunt becuase my dad had no other place to send me.” she says, fingering the neckalce for a moment, “Yea, my mom wore it for the longest time, so now I do, it runs in the family.”
[Decker Rohl]
(y’know… since this is such a diff scene maybe we should go back to the GC room. does anyone have a C&P of the last few posts so i can catch up? last i saw was skadi saying “this isn’t going to end with one fight”

meetcha GC.)
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She lifts a brow at Alejandra, but says nothing. Perhaps it’s to be expected, should she have been paying much attention, but still, she simply allows Nora to handle the bulk of the conversation. The clash of rage however makes other people uncomfortable. Oddly enough, the tables around them are clearing. Quickly.
[Decker Rohl]
to AnneMarie Hoch
(you too! log a version in *LOL*)
[Alejandra Cruz]
That’s it…How could I forget and I thought New York had cold winters. It was nothing like what I experienced last winter in your region. Give me the carribean any day.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
to Ling Rohl
(And if she does it out loud, then AnneMarie will correct her. but in thought posts and such? GET IT RIGHT *L*)
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
It was obvious by the woman’s olive complexion and darker features that she was not a native of the colder regions from which Nora hailed. Perceptive, she notes the dispersing crowd but says nothing as if it was simply coincidence. Nodding to Alejandra she glances at AnneMarie briefly before looking back to the dark skinned woman. “It can be quite cold there…” A smile, brief and small – fleeting. “I’ve only been here a few months, but the winter months suit me.”
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She takes the whiteboard, and writes. Her writing is neat, precise and easily read.

~Are you staying in town long, then? What brings you to Chicago? Have you family here?~

Suspicious. Yes.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
((and I’ll be slow in attempt to keep up with pack scene in other window too. Someone smack me aim if I get lost. *g*))
[Alejandra Cruz]
Those of my family rarely stay very long in one place though I plan to stay her longer than the places I visited over the last two years. That rate of travel can be draining…I do not even know what jet lag is anymore or what a time zone is supposed to feel like.

I was told that I should have extended family
[Ling Rohl]
“Yeah. Think maybe I’ve seen it before. Maybe you got more family here than you think.” Oooh soo smooth. She’s kicking this intro kin shit’s ass! Ling waits, all thrilled with her task.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
It’s a habit she’s had since her Grandmother gave her the necklace she’s wearing. The silvery chain holds a pendant with roughly carved Norse Runes. She zips it back and forth on the chain listening and reading AnneMarie’s board. “Have you been able to reach your family yet?” She asks, adding on another question to the Modi’s.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“I certainly hope so.” she says with a nod looking at ling, a tilt of her head for a moment as if regarding LIng. “I’ve actually found a distant cousin a day ago, that was a little exciting. I’m wondering if there happen to be more around this city… it is a big city.”
[Alejandra Cruz]
*She nods and smiles as she glances at the necklace.*

Not was yet, the directions lead me here as one of the points of interest.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She watches. And then with a slight arch to her brow, again to the board.

~You have a place to stay, and contact information? If so, I will get it to the appropriate people.~
[Ling Rohl]
“I bet some, yeah. How bout if i see anyone who might know that thing, i send em here to meet you? Who knows? Sides, I’m told Chicago’s dangerous. More family the better, right? Oh, you got a phone number?”
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Ling’s food arrives along with AnneMarie’s coffee. Nora’s cup o’ Joe has long since grown cold and she has no interest in it. There’s one free chair left and she motions for Alejandra to sit if she so wishes. A glance at the watch on her wrist and she steals a glance toward Ling and Reagan briefly. “Your family hails from the warmer climates then?” It’s a dance of words, say this and not that mask this with the other …all of it done effortlessly in an attempt to protect all of them and their extended family’s.
[Reagan Gallagher]
“Right.” Reagan nods and flips a sheet in her notebook, writing down her numbers. “The cell number is prepaid, which means half the time I wont answer it, but the other is my home number. I really appreciate this.” she nods ripping the page off and handing it to ling and glancing at the clock, “Shit…” she starts putting her stuff away, “But yea, I’ll catch ya tomorrow if ya stop by, but I was supposed to be back about… 20 minutes ago.” she chuckles.
[Alejandra Cruz]
I will be staying in a hotel until I can get in contact with them. No direct contact information just directions to follow.

Yes, definately a warmer climate
[Ling Rohl]
Ok that’s it then. Ling’s Sneaky plan worked!! “You betcha, Reagan. Careful out there.” She nods and stands, turns and walks withtout looking back, returning to Nora and the hamburger and AnneMarie and ahh a new chick.
Crowded evening, here.
[Reagan Gallagher]
Reagan slings her bag over her shoulder, and puts her coat on, arming for the chill outside as she heads out of the coffee shop.

(thanks for the scenage!))
[AnneMarie Hoch]
That brow twitches upwards again.

~What hotel. Every hotel has a phone. What room. Ways to contact you.~

This was not rocket science, after all. She turns to Ling as she rejoins, and lifts a chin to her, silent question in her gaze.
[Alejandra Cruz]
My cell number will be the best way to contact me and I have not decided on a hotel yet…I had hoped to find them before that was needed.
[Ling Rohl]
Ling looks out at the doro as Reagan leaves, cocks her head, then nods to AnneMarie. “Yeah. Maybe. ” She nods to the new lady and attacks her food at politely as she can. Doing so means letting go of the clutched coffee, but ahh- the food is hot, right? Worth it. Somewhere, a long time ago, she was taught proper table manners, has been relearning them since meeting up with people in Chicago. Hopefully, she doenst make too big a fool out of herself. Again.
“Thanks, Nora. S’good.”
[AnneMarie Hoch]
…

No direct contact information.
My cell number works.

Suspicion flares in her gaze, and rage flares, as she rests the heat of her heavy gaze on Alejandra. She gives no information for herself, and a glance to the kin suggest they do the same. Instead, she simply watches.

Uncomforable, this silence. Weighted, and intense. More people vacate the cafe.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Many from Nora’s home leaned towards a deep rooted prejudice against other Tribes. Thankfully, she had been raised by a Father who was at least partially tolerent. That’s not to say that a little of that prejuidice had not rubbed off on his daughter. There would never be a man from any other Tribe to lay hands on Nora. Ever. Now, though, she smiles at Ling and watches AnneMarie’s board before looking back to Alejandra. “I am not familiar with the warmer climates…” she offers, eyes flickering over the Cafe again. “Perhaps after Ling is finished and you’ve had your coffee we could go for a walk? I’ll have to be home soon anyway…”
[Alejandra Cruz]
*Alejandra smiles and nods*

They can be delightful, however; in the summer I prefer someplace more temperate
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She had forgotten about the coffee, but now she sips the same. A nod toward Nora. She will see the kinfolk safely home.

To Alejandra – there is nothing but a returned heavy, suspicious, gaze.
[Ling Rohl]
Oh. Warnings she knows. Ling’s eyes, unable to hide much, register understanding. She looks to Nora, doenst use the girl’s name or anything identifying. “I ahh, don’t got a coat yet. You got a ride back?” A hint, sort of, that maybe…. the kin should GO. Just in case, she chomps quickly, the burger half gone, wraps the rest in a napkin to take with her.
Then she eyes the woman across form her, only woman she’s met who’s about the same height as Ling herself, taller in heels.
[Alejandra Cruz]
*The emotions and suspiciousness of the gaze was over Alejandra who either has a hell of a poker face or no skills at reading the emotions of others*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
A nod toward Ling, and her wrapping up the burger. Confusion as to why she has not taken a coat from the pile at the packhouse, but it is hidden, ignored. To Nora, the lift of a chin, and she stands. She is tall as well, though her heels do not quite topple Alejandra’s height. But her rage – it clashes and overpowers and threatens by the mere fact that it exists. She steps toward the other woman. Does not say a word, nor write another. Contradictions do not breed trust.

In fact, it breeds resentment. And accusations – but those will come later. She slips her coat on, the whiteboard into a pocket, her hands as well, before she simply waits for the girls to join her.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora stands too, though not before writting her cell phone number on a piece of paper dug from her small purse. Handed to Alejandra with a small half-smile she too slides her arms into her coat and shoulders her purse, money and tip left on the table. She looks oddly at Ling hearing she has no coat and nods. “I can give you all a ride wherever you are going…” The Jetta was parked outside. “That’s my mobile number…my name is Nora…please call if you need anything.” It was an offer and genuine. She didn’t share looks of suspiscion like AnneMarie, then again she wasn’t as hardened from War and Rage.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She slaps her hand over the cell number and tucks it into her own pocket. IT does not reach Alejandra.
[Alejandra Cruz]
*Could it be that someone did not like her, she looked over to AnneMarie with a frown.

Such a show of imporper etiquette, it sent shudders down her spine.*

It would seem that I should contact other parts of my family first.
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
One quick blink is all AnneMarie gets when the number is snatched. Her keys jingle in one hand and she looks back to Alejandra. “Apologies….as I said, I am new to Chicago.” A small smile is offered.
[Ling Rohl]
(didnt know there were any coats at the pack house! *lol*)

Shit. Ling watches Nora, grabs her burger and leaves the now-empty coffee cup on the table “Thanks.” She nods goodbye to teh stranger, steps just behind Nora when she leaves and keeps herself between Nora and the stranger. Ling the porn star bodyguard. At 6’1+ trainers, not heels, does she tower over NOra? Then, does AnneMarie when she, too, stands? Ling doesnt say anything more.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She writes on the board quickly.

~You contradict yourself. You will neither contact my friends, or my family, until you find your own and prove yourself. I will tolerate nothing less for those in my care.~

She then slides an arm under the elbow of Nora, and of Ling. She herself is 6’1″ in boots, and no slouch. She tucks the board into her pocket, and leads the girls out.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
((there’s a pile of stuff always in the house – remember tristan outfitting her from there before? It’s always got stuff for weather in it too))
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora is tall bordering on 5’10 barefoot, so the women around her are taller than she is by inches. Her expression draws blank and she moves with the other women, quiet for the moment.
[Alejandra Cruz]
There is nothing for you apologize for you breeding has shone true and polite this night, it is the actions of others that I can not say the same for.

Nora, you have a blessed night, I am Alejandra.

*She does not even look at AnneMarie’s pad*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
Oh. Now that doesn’t cut it. Between the women and The new one, AnneMarie spins, grabs her by the lapels and pushes her back into the nearest wall. Her notepad SHOVED into the womans face until she reads it.

There is war in this city. There are no exceptions to any rule.
[AnneMarie Hoch]
((if you want I’ll roll it. ))
[Ling Rohl]
(nope, she was at teh eastern packhouse! *lol* by the docks! She had never been to the west one before last night. havent played in it, only outside, so its new to me! good to know though thanks!)
[Alejandra Cruz]
((OOC I have no idea where I contradicted myself, so I am playing that Alejandra does not see it either.))
[AnneMarie Hoch]
((you said you had no way to directly contact her. Then said to use a cell phone. AnneMarie is Modi. in Chicago at this point and time, such things are highly suspect. ))
[Alejandra Cruz]
((Kewl, I will roll her parry manuever))
[Alejandra Cruz]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
((I said she had no way to directly contact her family on the directions to follow.))
[Ling Rohl]
((ok gg pick up hubby, Ling will keep between Nora and Alejandra unless AnneMarie indicates differnetly. Thanks for interesting scene!))
[AnneMarie Hoch]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
There are few stronger then the Modi when in a mood – and she is in a mood. She snatches Eagle and clutches him tight, aimed at the girl to shove her against the wall. She may end up going THROUGH it instead.

(Str+eagle+brawl=11 for the push)
[AnneMarie Hoch]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
()bah – wait – added wrong. *L*

ok. delete the roll and go with THIS one.))
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
Nora frowns deeply. Her eyes shifting to peer at those left in the cafe and the employees. She wasn’t pleased with the situation but says nothing. Keys in hand she shifts her weight a little closer to the door.
[Alejandra Cruz]
*She was going to go for her flute but it was too late and she could not spend out of the seat before AnneMarie was on her and pushing her back. Trapped against the wall she reaching into her pocket.*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)
(there. NOW damage. as she got through the parry. To see how hard she hits the wall

Str. + eagle +suxx = 6)
[AnneMarie Hoch]
( Roll soak – THEN act.)
[Alejandra Cruz]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
Soak
[Raven]
*Soaring though the wild black yonder. Flying away, above the city. Hmmm hum hummmmmm hum hummm hummm He lost track of the song as he was flying over the city. Looking down on it*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
(4 bashing. Now post your action)
[Alejandra Cruz]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6) Re-rolls: 4
*She pulls at the will within her to steal against the air that just rushed from her lungs and push even more out and into the flute.*

((Spends WP to ignore wound penalities…Performance + Charisma))
[AnneMarie Hoch]
She pulls out the flute – and brings it to her lips, and as the first note plays AnneMarie SLAMS it into her lips. Her own mouth curls into a snarl, and she shoves the girl away, turns, grabs Ling and Nora by the elbow and walks off.

If the strider has a brain, she will stay and leave the Fenrir be.
[Alejandra Cruz]
((She overrides the effects of a harmony flute???))
[Raven]
*He looked down, did a double take and blinked. Whoa.. was that AnneMarie? Did she just punch some big ol girl in the mouth? Whoa… He invokes his blur of the milky eye, folds his wings and dives down for a closer look*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
(She tries to pull something out while the modi has her against the wall, she’s not going to get it to her lips. You wanna go back and roll inits, we can do it over if you insist. Otherwise, it stands.)
[Nora Jonsdoittor]
to Alejandra Cruz, AnneMarie Hoch, Raven
(hey guys I gotta crash, class and work early tomorrow. :( Nora will go with AnneMarie of course and stay out of the way lol)
[AnneMarie Hoch]
((hello?))
[Alejandra Cruz]
*He heads tilts as AnneMarie tries to slam the flute into her mouth and removes the leverage that was holding her against the wall.

She frowns but she plays the flute as AnneMarie walks away, not for AnneMarie but to call herself and halt her actions against her attacker.*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
((ah. cool. Heh. Sorry – been a long evening.))

Nora on one side, Ling on the other, AnneMarie gets them to Nora’s car, a final note, and she sends them on their way, the meaning clear they are to take a round about way back.

Then, AnneMarie, simply walks away.
[Alejandra Cruz]
((No problem. This is what I expect from a garou scene.))
[Raven]
*Flying lower he gets a better look at the people there. Trying to figure out what’s going on*
[AnneMarie Hoch]
Her stride is even, steady. A woman with a purpose, with rage bursting and crackling about her as some invisible shield. Anyone left on the streets shys away. Anyone who comes to close, flinchs back. She does not react – she only keeps moving.
[Alejandra Cruz]
*Alejandra finishes her song as it called her rage and she was glad that the cafe was almost empty when the explosion had occurred.

With that down she heads out and checks around for a hotel for the night.*
[Raven]
*He eyes the Eagle and thinks “Hurm.. now might not be the best time” and banks off*
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