8/6/2004

08:49 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (61% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 63 degrees Fahrenheit (17 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.96 and rising, and the relative humidity is 87 percent. The dewpoint is 59 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius.)

Converted Warehouse - Shadow's End(#3589RAJh)

Track lighting along the 30 foot skylighted ceiling in this spacious complex accents the smaller sconces along the walls every 10 feet or so, keeping the entire area adequately lit, even while allowing shadows to play in odd areas during the night. Over all, the entire effect is dark and post-modern in places, warm and inviting in others. On one side of the lower floor, a spiral staircase leads up to a mezzanine that stretches along one entire side of the place. Two suites with separate baths can be found there, nearly a perfect match to the two downstairs. One of the downstairs suites is larger than the rest, though all of them seem excellently appointed. The end of the apartment nearest the entrance contains a large rec room with a comfortable-looking sofa, several leather recliners and a high-end entertainment system. The other end of the apartment contains an impressive workout room, complete with free weights, and other assorted fitness equipment. The center of the lower floor contains an open kitchen area. A sprawling, dark-grey counter surrounds a set of expensive-looking burnished appliances. Charcoal grey carpeting covers the floor and huge, vertical blinds hang near the workout area, covering windows that stretch halfway to the ceiling and overlook the river.

Contents:
Xia
Obvious exits:
Elevator

There can be heard a clinking of the elevator as it makes its way up to the apartment. Xia steps from it and walks into the common room, pulling at the band in her hair to allow her tresses to spill across her shoulders. The smell of the club environment seems to cling to the kinswoman's attire with an overlay of perfume.

Kenneth is already here, brought over from the farm early. When the elevator whirrs and sounds in mechanical alert, he looks back from watching the television, where a commercial plays in its multi-colored advertisement. "Yo."

"Hello," Xia replies, stressing on her greeting without going into slang. She drops her purse on the coffee table and plops down on the couch with a sigh as she glances at the televison set. "Watching anything interesting?" she asks.

[Kenneth(#3651Pc)]
     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.
     A thin, ivory colored ribbed sweater clings against his frame, looking comfortably worn. Black pants tie in well with the put together look, the cuffs falling just over his polished dark brown shoes.

Kenneth looks back to the television. "Just flipping through channels. Thought I saw something on the news, but nothing new." The cub looks the young woman up and down. "Go anywhere interesting?"

[Xia]
      This woman has a striking model-like figure, surrounded by her clearly unmistakable Asian nationality. Her skin is a dark tea brown with a glowing luster of her flawless skin. Dark, straight hair falls directly to her gangly shoulders but is more than often styled into a pony-tail band. High cheek bones rest below a set of almond-shaped, spirited coffee brown irises. Her nose is buttoned-shaped as it appears before the pout shape of her lush, deep rose lips. She stands slightly less than five feet tall. Her body has a supermodel slenderness that shapes the curves of her body.
      Social status seems to be clearly identifiable on this young woman's figure in regards to her clothing fashions. She wears a Neiman Marcus' Jean Paul Gaultier polka-dot print top with a matching flocked polka dot tulle scarf hem skirt made in Italy (of course). The top has polka-dot straps with garter belt style hooks. The skirt has a handkerchief hem. Both articles have cream polka-dot print tulle with red polka-dot pattern flocking. For shoes she wears a pair of rustic looking, short-ankle cowboy boots.

Xia turns her head away from the television screen to look to Kenneth for a brief moment. "I went to this club in the city," she explains. "It was nice although I didn't meet anyone." She shrugs her shoulders and rolls her eyes a bit.

"What club?" The philodox asks out of interest, seeing as the television is running a few more commercials for pointless reality TV shows.

"The Temple, I think it is called." Xia replies. "Not quiet as exciting as some of the clubs in Chicago, although not bad. At least it has atmosphere."

Kenneth lifts his chin, the name striking a bell in his head. "I've heard of it. Couple of friends of mine have snuck in before with fake IDs." He gets up from the couch with a creak of the leather beneath, heading towards the kitchen. "Did you give anyone your number?" The question, though meant as a joke most likely, comes across rather serious.

Xia looks up at Kenneth, following him with her eyes for a moment before looking towards the television. "No," she replies.

Kenneth runs the water to rinse out a glass. "Damn. Would've been interesting to see Jarred's reaction," he says over the noise. Once the glass is dried off, he opens up the refridgerator to pull out a bottle of water. Standing at the doorway, he keeps his gaze on her.

Xia licks her lips. "Why is that?" she asks as she turns her head, looking towards Kenneth.

Kenneth looks down at the glass, and then walks over, looking like he might confront her. Instead, he offers the bottle to her. "Because I haven't seen him lose his cool yet," he replies. "Speaking of which. I'm sorry for the way I acted, at the barn."

Xia looks up at Kenneth and smiles as she takes the bottle of water from him. "Thanks," she says as she twists the tap and takes a few sips. "I am sorry that I called you a boy, that wasn't really nice."

Kenneth steps back then, turning to go to the kitchen once more. "You weren't wrong. I'm only 15, since last month," the youth says, opening up the fridge door again. "I didn't think Jarred'd say something like what he said... y'know, 'bout the whole betrothal thing. Caught me off guard."

Xia snorts. "He was just making a point, that's all." she replies softly.

Kenneth extracts another bottle, this one half-drunk. "Maybe. But it does bring up some pretty whacked thoughts. I mean, Garou, kinfolk, the whole thing about marriage." He empties the bottle into his glass, tossing the plastic into a recycling bin. "You give any thought to it?"

"Marriage?" Xia asks, busting out laughing softly. "No... I have not, and I am not about to." she replies as she struggles to kick off her boots and slouch into the sofa.

Kenneth takes a sip out of his glass. "Guess that rumor I heard about girls thinking of marriage early on was a lie." The cub returns to the couch as well, sitting one cushion buffer-distance away. "Think you'll stick around after you graduate?" His eyes travel to the screen.

Xia quirks her eyebrow. "When did you ever think that?" she asks and shakes her head, think that the thought is obsured. Then she adds, "I may."

Kenneth drinks down a few more mouthfuls of water, an eye turning in its socket at the woman's question. "Might be hard to believe, but I have had girl friends too." The halfmoon levels a half-smirk. "The way they'd talk about boys and marriage and kids... you'd think they were straight out of Sex in the City."

Xia shakes her head. "I am only eighteen, I just want to be out in experience things, not be tied down by such ideas of marriage and all that rubbish." Its like an adventure for the kinswoman it seems.

Kenneth nods once, his flat gaze going back to the TV screen with an ad for news at 10 coming up. "If you get more involved with Garou, I think you'll probably be experiencing more than you'd want."

Xia shrugs her shoulders and stumbles up from the couch. "I am going to head for the shower and then have a little sleep." she says. "I'll chat with you more later..."

Kenneth tips his glass up to her. "Have fun. Not like I'm going anywhere."