9/4/2004

08:45 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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:
Lucas
Dillen
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Aug 14)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room Front Door STairs

in through the kitchen door comes Dillen. He opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water, opens it and takes a long drink from it. He shakes his head, regaining his composure after a long run to the farmhouse. He walks in and flops down on one of the chairs in the living room, resting some before he heads back to the brownstone.

There's the sounds of a car coming up the drive, a very nice one, by the purr of the engine. Two doors can be heard to open and close at different times and the car departs, soon followed by footsteps on the porch and the faint creak of the opening door. Lucas enters first, a black canvas duffle-type bag tossed over one shoulder.

"This is gonna totally throw off the schedule," Kenneth mutters to himself mostly, a large typical tennis bag slung over his shoulder, distinctively smaller than Lucas'. "Lucy, I'm home!" The accent gets pitched in a mockery of the classic sitcom Cuban.

Dillen laughs. "Ricky. Shut the fuck up?" Comes the voice from the chair in the living room and then a laugh. "Look here. Who brought the Hardy boys into town?" Clearly the Get is glad to see them though.

Lucas snorts at the Get, though it lacks any hard feeling. "Hey, I toldja we'd get out here, and damnit, we're here. Never say I didn't keep a promise." He tosses his bag down with a sound thud beside the couch and flops himsself fown.

"Hey Porthos," Kenneth greets the Get, squinting an eye at the Hardy Boys comment. "Got off the express train known as 'Jarred's sweet ride'." The tennis bag is set down nearly the same time as Lucas' duffel bag. "So what's up in the boonies? Oh, look. The paint's drying." A smirk touches half the philodox's face.

Dillen snickers. "Yeah. This place is deadsville. I did more in the barn away from everyone than in here. I lived in the loft for a good long time." Dillen swigs back some water.

"Amen to that, brother." Lucas mutters. "Barn sweet barn, was home to me for a good while." He kicks his feet up and looks between the other two. "It got sad when I was desperate for a Scrabble board out here, just for something to do."

Kenneth gazes about the farmhouse as it seems like nothing's changed. "Well, this is disappointing. No scorch marks. Have to remedy that." Just what the philodox is thinking about, expresses itself in his interested examination of the room. Then it returns to Dillen scrutinizingly. "Someone here's one up, isn't he?"

"Damn right. Call me Rhya, bitch." Dillen looks totally serious and then collapses into laughter. "Yeah, whatever. You two will be soon enough and then we can get on with things." The Get nods his head.

Lucas scoffs. "Right, Rhya, and you can tell me the same from the flat of your back after my Rite." Says the Ahroun with a lopsided grin to the Get.

Kenneth arches a brow at the seriousness of the Get at first, before looking away in a silent submissive signal. "Whatev'. So what was it like? Ritin' with Get - probably just pounded something's skull in."

Dillen laughs. "If you can hit me." As he grins at Lucas, then looks to Kenneth. "Killed two Vampires. Wanna see their teeth?"

Lucas chuckles quietly, mostly under his breath, before he looks to his tribemate. "Check those things out."

[Dillen]
Desc:
Long brown hair once hid the anger in Dillen's eyes but now with a freshly shaven head, the cub looks a world different. A loner by choice, his attire is often just whatever his hand hit that morning. A pair of worn jeans tucked into a pair of knee high black combat boots boots, white t-shirt and leather jacket with flames coming up the sleeves. Several wraps of leather come close up to his neck, on which is a small jade wolf. Grey eyes that are just about clear are the only really stunning thing about him. His build has improved since he came to St. Claire as a skinny kid, he now has broad shoulders and good muscle definition. His looks would place him in his mid teens and he would seem to be a bit over five feet tall.

Kenneth turns his eyes from the walls back to the Get. "Sure, let's see 'em. Wonder if they look like the knockoffs that Hot Topic sells."

Dillen fishes into his pocket and pulls out a fabric bag with a zipper. From it he pulls out four teeth, two long and obviously the fangs, the other two from the middle look more like what you'd find at Hot Topic.

Lucas eyes the teeth again, tho' he's already seen them. "Gotta love how many other things have pointy teeth besides us. Vampires, monsters, english rabbits..."

Kenneth has a look, partly leaning over for a good view. Yet, if he were impressed, the cub's mask doesn't show it. Instead, black eyes turn up to the Get. "So what do they call you now, Rhya?"

Dillen rolls his eyes as he is called Rhya. "Dude. Still just Dillen. But now, Bane-of-the-Bloodsuckers, Bloods-Bane." He grins. "Smashed his face in. Will tell you two the whole story sometime."

Lucas smirks faintly as he turns his gaze up to Kenneth, then to Dillen as he leans back on the couch. "So... what'dya guys think, about us three packing up? Soon as we're Rited, of course."

Kenneth shoots Lucas a look - one between friendly rivals. "Dunno... think a pack like us three together might be too much for this Sept to handle." Again, a faint upturn of his lip corner signifies the non-serious nature of the halfmoon's statement. "Can't say 'til after the exam, though."

Dillen nods. "I think it would be good. Need to find a totem that works for us though. Something bad ass."
"A war totem." Lucas says, probably predictably. "Like you and I said, Dillen. In any case, if we're even considering it, I'd say we spend more time around each other. Hunt, spar, play Monopoly... see if we can even work together, or'll rip one another to shreds."

Kenneth sucks on a canine. "War totem hunh? I'd prefer something with more brains, maybe." He glances between the other two. "Amongst the three of us, there's enough 'rarr kill' to go around as is. We'd probably need somethin' that doesn't make us all freak the hell out when we actually fight something. But like I said - don't know 'til after our rites. Considerin' the possibility that there still is a chance of /dying/, y'know... don't want to get ahead of myself."

"Look at us. We reek of War. Young. Tough. Hard as nails." Dillen shakes his head. "If we don't go war... Then we chose wrong."

"Pah... I'm too damned stubborn to die." Lucas says languidly as he stretches. "Besides, there are war totems that aren't all mad. Still, I suppose we will have to wait. I'll be sure to keep you informed, Dillen."

Dillen nods his head. "Yeah. Do that. If nothing else get a note to the brownstone. Pretty sure you can tell Taslyn somethin. She lives there with her... Whatever that is."

Kenneth simply shrugs. "As much as I don't know about spirits, somehow I don't think it's easy as choosing one out of a buffet line." Cynicism at its worst writes itself on the youth. "So what do you do now, Dillen? Can't imagine bein' cliath is any different from bein' a cub."

Lucas decides this is as good a time as any to find hinself some munchies, pulling himself up off the couch and meandering for the kitchen.

"Always heard that the spirit chooses you." Dillen nods sorta. "It's pretty much the same, except that you don't have to bow and scrape to everyone you meet. Makes you feel a little better about yourself too."

Kenneth glances after Lucas, but refrains from thinking about food for now. "Least you aren't gonna lord it all around. Guess that happens after a few years of fightin' without winning."

Lucas is busy shuffling about in the kitchen cabinets and doesn't add anything - except a couple pieces of bread to his plate.

Dillen laughs. "Sounds like you are talkin about Josh." The Get just grins and lays back in his chair. "Make one for me too... Cub." He laughs some. "Or don't. I don't care."

Kenneth squeezes an eyelid down halfway, but refrains from correcting the Get. "You get any other pack invites yet? Think I heard from Lucas that you were talked to by your elders 'bout theirs." The halfmoon remains pretty much business-like, balancing out the feeling of casual atmosphere around the conversation.

"Fuck you, /Dillen-Rhya/." Remarks Lucas from the kitchen, with a laugh added on. "You can't see me, how'd you know if I didn't spit in your food or poison it?" He returns with a plate with several ham and cheese sandwiches which are set on the coffee table.

Dillen nods his head. "Yeah. Scourge. But don't know if I want to be Omega with a bunch of my elders." He reaches forward and grabs a sandwich. "Oh, about my Rite. Learned a lot of stuff the next night. Was like a crazed Night before Christmas. Three spirits came and taught me gifts. Really cool." He pulls up his shirt and shows off a rune carved into his shoulder. "That came from an ancestor."

Kenneth gazes over at the ham and cheese, but the halfmoon doesn't seem to be particularly hungry. Instead, his gaze returns to the rune. "What'd you learn?" he asks plainly, finally sitting down upon the couch on one end. Again, in seriousness.

Lucas eyes the scar with a raises brow as he chews. "Hhmf." He mumbles and looks particularly thoughtful but doesn't say anything else.

The Get laughs. "How to smell like a man!" He grins. "Basically, how to smell like I am human and not Garou." He thinks for a bit. "Also, can take a shit load of pain now as well as understand animals and talk to them. Pretty sweet."

Kenneth narrows his eyes in thought. "So something must be useful for it, right? Smellin' like a human. Talking to animals. Taking a shitload of pain. A Gift's a Gift, though."

Lucas nods his head once. "Hey, if the spirits offer the knowledge, I'll take it. I'll find ways to use it."

Dillen nods as well and takes a bite of his sandwich. "Shit yeah." He nods his head. "Pretty sure you guys will get some too. Hurt like hell that Pain one. Had a grizzly bear beating the shit out of me. Right after I had a fox pull me through briars and all. Had to kill the fox."

"Some wolves don't sit well with other predators," Kenneth intones lowly, the halfmoon turning an eye upon Lucas for a brief moment before glancing back to the Get. "Seems like there wasn't much choice there, the way you tell it."

Lucas continues to eat his food in mostly silence, with the occasion quirk or furrow of his brow to show he's paying attention. "Well... it's a test, ain't it? Sure, we can refuse to take it and either be cubs all our life or have our Elders bite out heads off."

Dillen shakes his head. "Yeah. And the smell of man thing keeps them from attacking me anymore." He shakes his head. "Exactly. Hell, I didn't even know my rite was happening. They ripped me out of bed with a sack on my head."

That makes Kenneth squint and prickle invisibly. "I hate surprises," he mutters. "Where'd the vampires come from then?"

"I'd fail right then and there." Lucas mutters around another mouthful.

Dillen shrugs. "They threw me into an alleyway and said to ask the two guys at the end about Vampires. The two guys were the Vampires. Attacked me." He shrugs. "James-Rhya taught me meditation. I was certain it would be a veil break if I frenzied. So I calmed down and breathed. Made it through."

"Hard to meditate when there's a sack on your head," Kenneth rumbles, having to agree with his tribemate in a sense. "And the vampires... they got anything 'special' like we do in crinos? They better not turn into a cloud of bats or some shit like that."

Lucas remains silent, probably because he has a full mouthful, and only watches the two.

Dillen thinks for a moment. "Just the move fast as shit. One guy, until I popped a bunch of rage, just moved around me like he was the freakin flash. Until he sunk his claws into my arm and I got ahold of him was I able to pop his head. That... And their eyes glow. That was my first sign they were vampires."

Kenneth has seen fast. Crinos-rage fast. "Hunh. Glowing eyes and moves like the Flash. Figures." But what little he says, there seems to be a lot more behind it. The philodox nods to the Get. "Guess you did the world a favor eh, Bloods-Bane-Rhya."

Lucas swallows his food and utters a yawn. "Lot more out there to kill." He says as he stands off the couch. "But two is a start. Tonight, though, I plan on killing nothing but several hours sleeping. Know if anyone is crashing up in the attic?" He asks of Dillen.

Dillen nods to the two. "Anyway. Enjoy yourselves in no man's land. Will be in touch." As he hops up from his seat. "Time to jog back home." He looks to Lucas, "I'd head to the barn. Lots more quiet in there."

Kenneth seems pretty content to sit on the couch. "See y'round, Rhya." The formal title is used on purpose. The halfmoon also looks to Lucas. "Aren't you gonna want to stake out your territory again?"

Lucas rolls his eyes. "Eh, guess I mine as well. Fur'll keep me warmer than a blanket anyway." So, he picks up his duffle bag, and with a wave to the Get, heads for the back door - snagging the last sandwich on the plate as he goes.

Dillen turns and smiles. "Thanks guys." As he gives them both a bow. "means a lot coming from you two." He speaks of the Rhya bit that came with sincerity.

Kenneth simply nods once again, leaning back into the couch with a wave at his tribe brother as well.