10/5/2004

07:04 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (55% full).

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.
Obvious exits:
Elevator

Despite their scolding, Lucas has been up and about, most of the time working out since the television can only keep his attention for so long. Right now, however, he's concocted a steak sandwich - out of some leftover steak in the fridge, two slices of toasted bread with a slice of melted cheese between, and a few slivers of green peppers. He's currently taking up the whole of the couch, legs at one end and the rest of him at the other, as he eats in silence.

Kenneth though, has been as sulky and moody as a reclusive hermit who hasn't been out of his cave in years. Or at least, a couple of days, save for eating. As a result of wafting smells and growing hunger pains, the philodox clicks open his door latch, clad in a rather large, rather heavy looking grey sweater draped somewhat haphazardly over him and coupled with equally baggy looking jeans. The bandages are freshly replaced around his neck. Making his way down the stairs, the cub offers no greeting.

Lucas doesn't say anything back. He doesn't seem too terribly bothered by it either, but of course, he may just be quiet because his mouth is full. He wears a simple black t-shirt and baggy black jeans, probably designer, by the looks of them.

Kenneth swings his way down into the kitchen, but pauses at the open partition before entering. Back facing the ahroun, he just stands there for a long, contemplative couple of minutes before proceeding forward. Fridge door opens, and the sounds of things clinking and moving around ensue. And that continues to go on for a long time as well, as if he hadn't decided what he was actually searching for.

Crunch. Goes the toasted bread as the Ahroun eats. He does pass a glance towards the kitchen, eyeballing the halfmoon from a distance.

The clunking and shuffling of refridgerator stuffs continues for a good few more minutes, all the while without a word passed. Once Kenneth finally emerges, prize in hand, it reveals itself to be one thing only - a bottle of water. Nudging the door shut with his foot, he makes his way out of the kitchen, sparing a fleeting, dispirited look in the ahroun's direction. The halfmoon definitely doesn't seem like he's all there in the head.

Lucas pops down the last of his sandwich and then retrives the can of pop sitting beside him on the floor, washing it down with one long swig. He continues to watch his tribemate as he walks, one eyebrow lifting. "You still pissed off?"

Kenneth pauses at the bottom of the steps, caught between moments of simultaneously opening the bottle in hand and taking a step. The statuesque halfmoon cracks a movement, turning his head in a slow and pained manner that indicates his injury must still be there. The invisibly grey cast over his eyes only fogs his bland expression. "No," he answers simply.

"Liar." Says Lucas on the heels of another drink.

Kenneth doesn't seem to get rankled by the accusation this time. But rather than proceed up the stairs, he backs up a pace and proceeds towards the workout equipment, again his pace not so much unhurried as it is dragging. Seating himself on the bench press, he finishes opening up the drink and taking a small sip. "I'm not lying," he replies. The halfmoon's voice and tone are completely unchallenging - the biting sarcasm or bitter anger, gone. Or, at least, stuffed away.

Lucas gives a minute frown as he sets the can down. "Well, something besides a splint has been jammed up your ass." He points out, in typical fullmoon tradition of blunt observation instead of comforting words.

Kenneth keeps his eyes on his drink, perhaps finding fascination in the small glimmer that water can give off. Even in seeming repose, he sits with too straight a posture as perhaps a sign that the moon still is his. "Sorry," he utters again with a tone as flavorless as his water. A hand breaks from the nursing of the bottle, going to the large bandage that spans from neck to shoulder. "I'm... really an idiot, aren't I?" he asks aloud, though the question is directed more as a conversation with himself than with the ahroun. "And a hypocrite."

Lucas eavesdrops on the halfmoon's monologue with a quiet, non-provoking murmur of agreement as he shifts himself on the couch to better watch the other cub.

Kenneth takes another drink of the bottle, lucky that it isn't a fifth beer or some sort. Leaning back against the bench, he balances the waterbottle on his slowly rising and falling chest. The minutes continue to tick by, the halfmoon perhaps continuing his monologue in mind. When he does say something again, this time it is addressed to the other cub. "Do you think I'm a bad philodox?"

"You do need to learn not to get so offended." Lucas says. "How do you expect to ever be a Shadow Lord halfmoon when your moods and reactions are more predictable than mine? You're going to get walked all over."

Kenneth continues his stare up at the ceiling, hands holding the bottle on his chest. "It's ... how I am," he mutters, not so much in complaint but in resignation.

"Well, if you wanna be a decent halfmoon," Lucas responds, "You may wanna try and change that. No one is gonna want a judge that's gonna fly off the handle as soon as things get heated up."

Kenneth levers himself back up slowly, taking another long drink. As he wipes away a sparse couple of drops left, he looks sidelong towards the ahroun. "Yeah..." he agrees, subdued in tone and demeanor. "Tell me something. When I said what I said that time... did it hurt?"

Lucas blinks once, then recalling, furrowing his brows. "I'm not even sure why you want me to go with you. I dunno even why you're going."

Kenneth looks back down to his water bottle. "... I didn't want to go alone. To see what's happened, since I left home." The halfmoon takes in a deep breath and exhales in a strained sigh. "My parents were killed in a fire. I saw 'em gettin' carted off, burned up like bad toast. I remember the police said it was an accident. But some things don't make sense t'me, is all."

Lucas furrows his brows as he collects his can to drain it of its contents. "Like what, if it was an accident or not?"

Kenneth doesn't so much as move. "Don't know. But... I didn't know I was a Garou then either. But... but I'm sure that one of my parents had to be. Prolly m'mother." His eyes flicker back up, halflidded. "But if she was Garou, then there's no way she'd've just up an' died in a house like that. Right?"

Lucas shrugs his shoulders. "Fire can kill us if we can't escape it. Shit happens, you know... if they were trapped or hurt, you can't run as fast as normal."

Kenneth doesn't shake his head, but he doesn't nod either. "Trapped, or hurt," he echoes, eyes lifting slightly more. "And what could've caused my parents to be in the house at the same time? In the daytime, no less. Father had a payin' job, Mother was out all the time and didn't come back much." His hand rubs against his cheek. "It's just not logical."

Lucas shrugs his shoulders. "Got me. My story's easy... yours seems a bit more complicated, at least the way you're putting it."

Kenneth exhales heavily again and puts the bottle up to his forehead, eyes closing as his brain mulls in twists and turns of convoluted theories. When he opens his eyes again, the halfmoon looks slightly better as the color of his face begins to return. "Anyway. I'm... sorry about what I said 'n did." He looks up towards the ahroun briefly. "Next time I pull somethin' stupid, just kick me in the ass or something."

"I don't think you need reminding that I /did/ kick your ass, or at least every other part of you but." Lucas replies in a perfectly casual tone with one eyebrow lifted with the barest hint of amusement. "Consider it payback for all the times you had to clobber me for being stupid."

The hand held against his cheek combs back through his hair. Kenneth's smile extracts itself from beneath his mask. "I'll take that offer," he replies, shifting his injured shoulder in discomfort as another thought comes to mind. "Y'think Jarred's still pissed at us?"

"Well we did break his designer furniture and stain his designer carpets." Lucas points out with a shrug. "But I think if he was honestly pissed, we'd know."

Kenneth adds, "And designer table, and designer walls..." Though his tone might convey a hint of regret, it's slowly returning to sound more like the 'real' Kenneth. "I'm still gonna pay him back for it though. Somehow."

Lucas snorts out a laugh. "For what? Being a pissed off elder yelling at his cubs for wrecking his place?"

Kenneth gives a small shake of his head. "For breakin' his shit. Even if I don't got loads of cash, least I could do is put in something for the carpet cleaning." The halfmoon casts a glance at the sparkly clean floor. "I still don't think it's 'normal' to be livin' with him anyway."

"And being gigantic snarling monsters is normal?" Lucas eyes the other cub, "Better to live with your Elder and learn something off of them then in the middle of nowhere. Go live out at the farm for weeks and weeks on end without anyone, like I did."

Kenneth's lip twitches in a restrained wince. "I didn't mean that. I mean, I'm surprised no one's found us out yet. Yeah, we keep up the Veil and all, but the reason I keep disappearing is because I keep seein' someone I might recognize or someone might recognize me. An' last thing we'd need would be Social Services."

Lucas shrugs his shoulders. "I know the streets. I know where to avoid and who to look out for. Besides, most people were probably real glad to be rid of me - my foster parents included. I'm probably just a bad memory by now to a lot of people."

Kenneth averts his gaze, brow furrowing a touch. "I'm one of the lucky ones, I guess. I haven't heard much about the people I left, but... I bet if they saw me they'd probably take me back in." It's only a trifle musing, but a careful one. He looks back. "You still gonna do the wolf thing, once you get rited?"

Lucas shrugs his shoulder again. "I'll haveta see, depends on what happens. If I get the chance I may."

Kenneth forces a nod, small as it may seem, and stands up from the bench. "Yeah, well... I think after I take care of a couple of things, I'll probably do that. Maybe even come to like it." He utters a short cough of a laugh at the notion. "Gonna go back up an' read a little." He gestures to his path back up the stairs. "Truce?"

Lucas nods his head and offers up a wry grin. "Until the next time one of us is stupid."

The corner of the halfmoon's lip tweaks up again, but he doesn't say anything in response to the ahroun. With just a slight tilt of his head, the youth heads back up the stairs and once again shuts himself into his room.