11/5/2004

Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (45% 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.

Contents:
Jarred
Obvious exits:
Elevator

It is evening at Shadow's End and Jarred sits in the relative stillness, a leather-bound book resting upon his lap as he leans his back to regard the distant skylights above. Candles burn in various locations nearby and the lights are dimmed.

The evening finds Kenneth actually... in house. The young philodox emerges from his room in the form of the near-man, extra large white shirt strained from the bulk, but his pants deliberately also enlarged for comfort. Stopping at the head of the stairs he spies the elder reading. A moment's silence passes, and then he clumps his way with evident limp down the stairs.

Jarred looks up at the sounds, his face impassive. He says nothing for the moment, but continues his reading. A twitch of an ear indicates he's still mildly annoyed with the cub.

Kenneth though, has something around his neck - the golden ring given to him, threaded through on a piece of black string that he had found from somewhere or another. The halfmoon continues to walk from the end of the stairs until he has reached the closest vicinity he dares to encroach on in the elder's peripheral vision. ~Rhya...~ he begins with a short cough, but goes no further. By his expression, though, it seems that he is in want of something. Something that requires his elder's ear.

Jarred looks up again, this time slowly closing the book. He inclines his head slightly at the show of respect. "Yes, Kenneth..."

Kenneth's shoulders rise and fall with the sound of his slightly heavier breathing - the silver wound in his chest is still healing. ~I... wish to apologize for my behavior, a couple of nights ago.~ His eyes remain at a spot somewhere on the cushions near the elder, averted and unchallenging.

Jarred nods slowly. "I accept your apology. Your behavior wasn't exactly acceptable, but it was at least understandable. I came on a bit strongly. You are young and you have not had experience with wounds this serious. I should have understood that."

Kenneth shakes his large head, ~I was acting like an ass,~ he continues, a hand rising to touch the golden ring. ~I thought, with a condition like this, I would be useless.~ Evidently from his facial expression when he looks off, there are still residual thoughts of that logic. ~But after Lucas said something... I knew he made his point... and it was right.~ The halfmoon looks back now, this time raising his gaze. ~I might be injured now, but... that doesn't mean it can't be fixed. I can still walk, talk, take a shit by myself...~ He sucks in a breath. ~So... I'm not done yet. But, I wanted to know how this will, uh, affect things in the tribe.~

Jarred cocks his head a bit. "What do you mean 'Affect things in the tribe'? Are you referring to your ailment?"

Kenneth clears his throat uncomfortably again. ~I was thinking of where this... puts me. Remember when you had joked about betrothing one of us to Xia? I know it was a joke, but, the fact that now I don't got...~ he fades off for a moment, then restarts. ~What I mean is, do you care that there's gonna be one more Garou here that can't continue on some Shadow Lord lineage or something?~ The phrasing is awkward as the halfmoon looks up to see if he made his point.

Jarred lifts a brow. "One MORE that cannot continue on a lineage? Are you referring to Cutter?"

Feeling a blush start to come on, Kenneth turns his face. ~I mean... havin' this is gonna... make me pretty much useless in that department... y'know?~

Jarred chuckles. "I suppose you could be right. Cutter couldn't father children, and I sure as hell wouldn't be doing it. You might say that you fit in with the rest of us better than Lucas does."

Today, Lucas enters the scene via the elevator, the door sliding open to let the Ahroun steps out. "Wha' about me?" He says around chewing the last of a few french fries. Munchies, as always.

Kenneth glances back behind him when the elevator opens, and just as quickly half-turns. But something about what Jarred says makes him pensive. He looks back to the elder with a furrowed brow, as if trying to figure something else out. ~You ... can't father any children? Or just won't?~

Jarred looks at the new Cliath and smiles. "Won't. I don't really... lean that way."

Lucas raises up an eyebrow as he looks between the two and shakes his head. "...I'm not even getting into this." He mutters and sticks a few more fries into his mouth. Ah, there's a McDonald's box in his hand.

Kenneth at first appears bewildered, but then it finally does dawn on him. That perplexed look doesn't fade much, but with it mixes a bit of understanding. With a short nod to indicate so, he turns to his other tribemate. ~It's nothing,~ he says with another nod, as if trying to convince himself of something. Then, turning back to Jarred he notes another thing. ~About the deednaming thing...~

Jarred nods. "We need to come up with deednames for both of you before the next Moot."
Lucas munches down the last of the fries and crumples the box as he looks to Jarred. "Any ideas for names?"

Kenneth shakes his head with a pained twist of his lip. ~I don't really want to think about names that are going to come up for me.~

Jarred chuckles. "For you, Kenneth, I was actually considering something like 'Rends-the-Undead-Flesh' ... either that or 'Breeder'.

Lucas heads for the kitchen to toss away his trash while listening in with a thoughtful noise.

Kenneth clears his throat with an annoyed, strangled growl. And yet, even on his moon, he manages to hold his composure. ~Very funny,~ he replies, teeth clenched with lip corners forced into a twisted smile.

Jarred smiles. "Sorry. You know you'll get this from now on, so you might as well get used to it and take it in stride. Nevertheless, I'll stop for now."

Lucas makes his way back to the conversation and makes a suggestion, "How about Defies-the-Silver-Knife? You lived through that punishment, afterall."

Kenneth nods stiffly in acceptance of the fact, but that doesn't make it smart any less. Lucas' suggestion makes him turn, an eye half narrowing. ~I think I've had enough of defiance for now,~ he rumbles out with a couple of paces towards the stairsteps. ~But if it must come down to it, I'd rather just shorten the name I have.~ He looks back over his shoulder at the elder.