7/25/2004

06:22 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

SCCU: The Quad(#3990RJ$)
Like most colleges, St. Claire City University has an area known only as 'the Quad'. This is it. Sidewalks criss-cross the perfectly rectangular grassy area in a web to connect one dull concrete and darkened glass block-shaped building to another. Still, the grass is green most of the year, and well-trimmed brightly-shaded flowers and manicured shrubs manage to soften the harsh grey of the architecture. Small groves of trees dot the landscape of the lawn randomly to provide shade and to break up the monotony.
The dome of the student union building can be seen off in the distances behind several buildings and some trees. A sign post points out that the suitcase-like buildings you spy to the north are dormitories. A 'sign' in front of Curtiss advertises on-campus activities.
Contents:
Jana
Obvious exits:
Student Union Dormitory Campustown

The open area of the quad for the university sports a number of students, fewer than for the fall quarter, studying or lounging out over the green. Kenneth amongst them, he may as well be another face in the crowd as he stands beside a payphone, speaking into it quietly and attempting to look casual.

[Kenneth]
     In his early teens, Kenneth is already tall and a somber youth. A certain aura, an intangible, uncomfortable atmosphere penetrates his otherwise good social graces that makes him seem at first impression, unapproachable. A pity really, as he is not only young, but fairly attractive as well. His body has the muscle build of a tennis player or swimmer, toned with athletic potential yet not intimidatingly muscled. The midlength waves of his dark brown hair carry back a windswept style, with forelocks sweeping forward to accentuate the long, appealing features and shape of his face. To note further, his face shape, along with the tint of his skin, hints at him being European or perhaps Meditteranean, but also carries a very discreet golden undertone of the Far Eastern countries - an interesting, if mysterious mix of bloodlines not readily guessed by most. The mild curves of his eyebrows add to the expression of his black eyes. While not eccentrically colored, his gaze becomes highlighted with a slightly lighter grey-brown cast in stronger lighting, and is often inclined downward in a quiet, though not necessarily subdued, fashion.
     Kenneth dresses well in a way that looks almost like a uniform, even if it is casual wear. A white buttoned shirt is left partly loose at the collar, coupled with a pair of fitting black slacks and oxford-like shoes. On colder or windier days, he has a black, inner-lined button down blazer which serves as protection from the weather.

The sleek lines of a dark blue BMW flash by as someone drives along the road near the quad. After a few minutes, the figures of Trevor and Jana approach from that direction, walking along casually. It would appear that the young woman is getting some sort of tour from the older man.

"A number of our employees go here in one capacity or another." Trevor is explaining to Jana as they stroll. "Many of our interns attend, for obvious reasons. When they become full partners, that tends to become more of a problem and most of them cease their attendance."

"No, listen to me," Kenneth continues saying quietly, not yet noticing the pair. "No, I just... damnit... no don't. I just wanted to let you know I was ok. And I'm so sorry Beth. No, no listen to me... I can't talk real long or tell you about where I am. I just want you to know I'm ok, and nothing's happened to me." Then, the teen spots Trevor on a chance glance up from the payphone, and he quickly averts his face, hunkering down beside the payphone with his back facing the two.

Jana is listening to Trevor but her attention is aimed out over the quad. Thus, she sees the young man and his reaction to the Galliard. Reaching a hand out, she touches the Fianna's arm and nods toward the bank of payphones. "You know him?" she asks softly before turning to look....at what /appears/ to be nothing. Over near some trees. After a moment she shakes her head and returns her attention to Trevor.

Trevor says something rude under his breath. "Yeah, I think I know him. His back looks familiar, anyway." He begins to stride towards the boy, hoping to catch some of what he's saying.

Kenneth, with attention diverted, can only continue his conversation for so much longer. "Listen to me," he speaks into the phone, "don't tell anyone I called you alright? I know it's weird, and I might not be able to call you again for some time, but don't worry... no, I swear I'm ok. Just don't-- damnit." He looks to the payphone, fishing around in his pockets for another coin or two, quickly glancing back behind him and noticing Trevor and Jana approaching again. "Damn. Listen Beth, I gotta go. I'll call you later." And then he hangs up, walking as casually away from the pair coming closer. Perhaps neither of them have noticed yet.

The problem is, he made it a little too obvious that he was looking at them. Perhaps its coincidence but judging by the expression on Jana's face, she doesn't think its going to be. She doesn't say anything to Trevor, just paces along beside him.

"Kenneth." Trevor calls out as soon as he's within hearing distant. He hadn't noticed the boy, until Jana pointed him out at least.

Kenneth continues walking without looking back, at least, until he's called out. He slows to a stop, eyes closing briefly in frustration before clamming his thoughts down and turning to face the two. Waiting until the two are closer, he regards the man and woman as neutrally as possible. "Trevor. Evening." Nods go to both of them.

The smiles Jana offers in return is cool and her gaze direct. Her eyes roam over the young man, thoughtful and assessing. She lets Trevor speak first, however.

"Shall we walk?" It's clearly not a suggestion, as Trevor begins to lead the group away from the hordes of people. "So who were you on the phone to there, Kenneth?"

Kenneth shrugs as he walks with the pair. "Just a friend," he replies, keeping his voice down to a quiet conversation level. Again glancing down to Jana, he looks her up and down with distracted attention.

Jana takes a few casual steps that just happen to put her on the other side of Kenneth, so that the cub is now between the other two Garou. "Hey there," she says with a slow smile. "I'm Jana."

"Oh, I see." Trevor nods thoughtfully. "A friend who knew you from before you joined us?"

Kenneth nods his head once at Jana, looking none to pleased that she's gone and surrounded him on the other side. In answer to Trevor, he simply nods, not yielding any information aside from what's been asked. He looks up then, gazing around the area where they're walking to, eyes scanning for anyone who may be watching them.

Jana looks like many of the other young coeds on the college campus, walking along casually. Her eyes, however, seem to be moving constantly, sometimes seeming to stare into space and othertimes at the surrounding people. They don't give her the width berth that they give to Trevor, however.

"I see...." Trevor frowns somewhat, before sighing. Why does he seem to be having a lot of talks like this recently. "Do you think it was a good idea to call them, given your present situation?"

Kenneth narrows his eyes, but keeps them averted anywhere but on the two Garou. "I didn't tell 'em anything that's not supposed to be told. But at least they know I'm alive and well. I think that's pretty important, good idea or not."

"He's an intern then, Trevor?" Jana asks, her voice touched with a distinct southern drawl. "This is a bit of a messy way of handling things."

"Indeed." Trevor nods to Jana. "And perhaps it is, but you are in no position to handle this whereas I am." And with that gentle reminder of where the two stand, he returns to Kenneth. "That's possibly the worst thing you could have done. I'll save explaining why for later."

Kenneth stops walking, straightening up. "Why? You don't gotta wait. Just say it. Tell me." Fighting away the rage bubbling in his veins, the cub swallows hard, a scowl coloring his expression.

Jana's eyes lock onto Trevor when he speaks, her face coldly arrogant. For a moment, she ignores the cub, saving all of her attention for the Galliard. "I'm standing right here beside you, Trevor."

Trevor's eyes lock onto Jana's, not answering her as the Galliard just looks at the Silver Fang. The expression on his face seems to indicate he's rather amused, in fact it's almost mocking.

Kenneth looks from Fang to Fianna, then shakes his head. "Fuck me," he mutters under his breath. "And you guys worry about me poppin' off in public." The cub turns away, gazing around for any watchers.

That causes Jana's arrogance to grow, her chin raising slightly and her eyes never once wavering from the Galliard's. The only sign that the Fang is concentrating comes from the unconscious straightening of her posture.

Trevor's attention is all on Jana, ignoring Kenneth. There are, however, no watchers. The Galliard was leading them somewhere more private, and his presence tends to drive away anybody nearby to begin with.

Kenneth mutters something else before he turns and starts walking off in retreat. The tension runs through his shoulders, which he rubs with one hand to try and loosen up.

There's a moment of silence, as both Garou stare at each other, where it seems like it might well go either way. But, finally, a few beads of sweat appear on Jana's brow and her head snaps back, exposing her throat for a moment. Turning away from the Galliard, its possible to hear the grinding of her teeth. "Let's get him away from here."

"Indeed." Trevor smiles for a moment, before turning. "Kenneth! We're going to take a drive, and talk as we do."

Kenneth sucks in a breath. "I gotta get back to the loft," he says by way of explanation, and partly excuse.

"We can drive you," Jana says, her eyes briefly flickering toward Trevor. She's back to cool arrogance but its a wounded sort now.

"No, I think we are best to let him go." Trevor replies. He isn't about to show a Fang the way to the Shadow Lord safehouse.

Kenneth stops and turns then, eyes rolling up to the sky as he thinks. "Look. I'm just-..." Shaking his head, he combs his hand through his hair. "Please don't tell Jarred or Cutter. I swear nothin's up. And if you want to drive somewhere and talk about it, I'm cool with it."

Though it clearly costs her, Jana looks over at Trevor and raises an eyebrow. It is clear she is curious about his thoughts on the matter.

"We will go somewhere more private." Trevor replies. "I will hear what you have to say, and you will tell me the absolute truth about this matter. Then, provided I feel no futher action is needed, none shall be taken." He glances around to see if either of them have a problem, although it's clear from his expression he's not expecting one.

Kenneth casts his gaze down, submitting to the judgement of the elder. "A'ight then. Lead on."

Jana merely jerks her head toward the direction she and Trevor originally came from. "My car's back there. We can go that way."

Heading off towards the car, Trevor looks at the two of them. "Shall we go to the Farm?"

Kenneth follows after, keeping his tongue held. "I gotta check in with Jarred though, so, it'd only be a brief moment. I can leave a note and stuff." But aside from this, he doesn't protest further.

Jana leaves them to a new dark blue BMW and quietly concentrates on driving on the way back to the Farm. Once there, she mumbles some excuse about needing to check in with the Fangs and heads out. To lick her metaphorical wounds, most likely.

[Jana drives the three to the farmhouse...]

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jul 25)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room Front Door STairs

Stepping in after Trevor, Kenneth rubs a finger against an eye, looking around at the farmhouse interior again. He doesn't say much for the entire trip save introductions and such. Rather than speaking first, he waits for the galliard to speak first.

"Come, we'll go to my room." Trevor replies, leading the way upstairs. At least he seems willing to do this in guaranteed privacy.

Trevor's Room(#3423RJh)
Contents:
Trevor
Obvious exits:
UpStairs

Leading the way into the room, Trevor gestures for Kenneth to sit. Closing the door, the Galliard turns and raises a brow. "So?"

Kenneth sits where indicated, rubbing the back of his neck with his eyes looking somewhere along the wall. "So... I called my friend, Beth. She, well, she's someone I know from school. She was there when I... when I changed, but pretty much everyone believes she didn't see anything 'cause she knocked herself out before she saw anything real substantial. Not that she'd remember, with the Delirium and stuff." He swallows once. "Anyway... today's kinna special to me. I thought I'd try an' see if I could, like... let people know I'm ok, without saying anything about where I am. And I know I could trust Beth. She won't tell anyone."

"The thing is, this could well spark off a renewed effort to find you." Trevor replies. "And that is something we simply cannot afford." He pauses. "Oh? What day is it?"

Kenneth clears his throat, still not looking at the galliard. "I know that. But like I said... I told her not to tell anyone. She won't." As for the response to what day it is, he mumbles out nearly inaudibly, "S'my birthday."

"Your birthday?" Trevor softens somewhat, smiling. "Well, congratulations. How old are you?"

Kenneth doesn't want to say much, his lips drawn thin as he feels embarrassed now. "Fifteen," he replies. "Supposed to start school in like, two months, but that isn't gonna happen. I was on campus t'check up on my adopted parents, too." He looks back to the galliard. "But I know they didn't see me."

Trevor sighs. "You really can't afford to be doing this sort of thing, Kenneth."

Kenneth shakes his head, holding back a growl of frustration. "You might not think so, but I think it was worth the risk. It really grinds, not knowing."

Trevor nods. "Aye, I know it does. I was sent to America at sixteen. 10 years or more since I last saw my parents. Trust me, I know."

"So now that I know, I don't gotta sneak off anymore," Kenneth replies. "It's better that I did it now than later, y'know? Because lookin' at the way Garou live, there might not be a later."

"No, there might not." Trevor sighs. "But that's one of the things about being Garou. There's a lot of sacrifice involved."

Kenneth tilts his head. "So, we cool? I won't say nothin', and Beth doesn't know anything more 'cept that I'm ok."

Trevor nods. "Don't do it again. But otherwise, yes, we are..uh, cool."

Kenneth sucks on a tooth, sliding up to his feet. "Cool. Then... guess I'll just start on my shifting practice a little earlier today," he says by way of thinking he's been dismissed.

"You do that." Trevor nods in agreement, more than willing to let Kenneth go now they've had the talk. "Oh, and if you see Xia, tell her I said Hello?"

Kenneth starts towards the door, only stopping when he Trevor mentions Xia. He turns to look back over his shoulder, blinking. "Do you like her?" No sense of subtlety is in this Shadow Lord.

"We get on well, yes." Trevor replies, seeming suprised at the question. "It's nice to have someone to talk to who isn't part of things, you know?"

Kenneth actually smirks a bit and nods. "Yeah. I know how that is. See ya 'round, Trevor-rhya."