1/16/2005

10:42 PM

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

Dillen is over in the weight area, pumping hard with a bar full of weight. He's sweaty and nasty and he just keeps going, looks to have been doing this for some time now.

And this time, it is the Lord philodox who comes up the lift and exits. One hand is stuffed into a pocket of his blazer, the other swinging free with a paper bag. A few groceries, it looks like. The sound of weights clinking here and there draws his attentions, combined with a sniff of the air as he comes around to look at who's exercising. "Yo," he greets the Get this time. The halfmoon's eyes discreetly move, checking out just how much weight is being worked on.

Dillen keeps pumping hard at the weight and smiles at Kenneth. "Hey." Then lifting the load up and into the cradle for the bar. He reaches down for a water bottle and a towel, wiping his face and the taking a long drink of water. "How are you?"

"Cold," Kenneth replies with a lifting of the bag. "Thought I'd go out and... get some Organic carrots for Lucas." No, it's not for teasing's sake. "Can't always be stuck up in the room, right?" He shrugs once, trying to keep his eye more on the Get than the number of weights.

Dillen nods his head. "A good thing." Dillen agrees with the Lord. He stands up and smiles. "Let me grab a quick shower." As he heads to the bathroom. "Be back out in a bit."

Kenneth echoes the nod with one of his own, hitching up the paper bag into his arm and turning towards the kitchen. While the Get is in the shower, he does some organizing of the contents in the fridge, moving things around to fit the new stash of groceries. After a bit, the philodox can be found in front of the television screen, channel flipping and stopping on a cat food commercial.

Dillen comes out from the bathroom. Boy does the Get look different. It is obvious that Dillen has some new clothes. His hands are going through his hair and making it stand on end. He comes out and looks at Kenneth, "What do you think?"

[look Dillen]
Desc:
A thick layer of hair grows on Dillen's head, black and spiked out all over. His attire is often just whatever his hand hit that morning. This time, it's a different look... He wears a turtleneck cashmere sweater, form fitting and very nice. Grey eyes that are just about clear are the only really stunning thing about him. He wears a pair of black trousers that have a pleat and his shoes are spatted boots. Several wraps of leather come close up to his neck, on which is a small jade wolf around a collar. Around his neck is a thick leather collar, made up of several contoured leather plates, bound with bone or horn, and strapped together with what appears to be waxed sinew. It's either some kind of new fashion statement, or Midwestern bondage gear. 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 about five and a half feet tall.

Kenneth glances briefly at the Get at first, goes back to the TV, and then does a doubletake with the change of appearance. Looking him up and down, Kenneth lowers the remote that was frozen in the air. "Nice," he responds finally. "You look good. Don't know so much about the turtleneck with the leather though." He motions to his own neck in indication. "Probably won't go too well with the gangers, seein' you in that getup."

Dillen nods. "I know. Just wanted to look nice. Hell, I can wear my usual clothes and fit in with the gang boys." He gives a shrug and pushes his hands into his pockets, "So when do we start after them?" He reaches up and pulls the collar off. "better."

Kenneth half-grins, a usual smirky expression of his. "Hey I'm not complaining. Good clothes makes y'look good, what can I say." He then turns back to the screen, but still has Dillen in his attentions. "I went out and did some checking up outside while I was shopping. Looks like things are so-so out there, but I'd rather wait 'til Lucas got word back before we try anything funny. What do you think?"

Dillen nods. "yeah. That would be best. We need a pack fully together with a plan before we go jumping in." As he straightens his clothes and comes into the room.

"Still," Kenneth finally starts to admit his doubts, "I doubt we'll get in easy. Y'know how the gangs out there are? I ain't from that area, and you probably need someone to vouch for you before those guys will let you in. Brotherhood's brotherhood, an that sort of shit." He flips to another channel. "Or maybe I watch too much TV."

Dillen shrugs. "I dunno. That is all Lucas' bag of tricks." He comes over and sits down in a chair. "I was thinking about going out tonight..." Which may explain the outfit.

Kenneth slowly looks back over. "Goin' out to Where?" The question is accompanied with an interested look, particularly with the getup of the Get.

Dillen sighs, "I dunno. Just... Somewhere. I need to get out. See people... Even if they don't want to see me." He gives a mischievous grin.

Kenneth hms in thought, and then shrugs again. "Well, I know that uptown they do a few races at night. Kinda illegal, but like they give a damn. Most of the cars are so hopped up, the police cars can't chase 'em. You lookin' for trouble?"

Dillen grins. "That could be fun. Feel like I need to change clothes for that... And how would we get a car?"

Kenneth clears his throat, distracted by a cereal commercial. "Another change of clothes?" The halfmoon lowers the volume a touch. "We don't. Get a car, that is. Not everyone who goes there has one, but it's good to have one in case the cops actually do swing in to break it up. We could go to have a look at the rides, though."

Dillen shrugs. "Then I can stay like this... Do you think the gang guys would be there at all?" He runs a hand over his hair and looks at the Philodox.

Kenneth shakes his head. "Nah, it's too uptown for 'em I think. Most of the rides there are from college kids and stuff. We'd be lucky to just blend in, if we could even do that." He looks at his own choice of clothing. "Think Lucas'd be interested?"

Dillen grins. "Hell yeah I think Lucas would be interested. Unless he is brooding about something." Dillen chuckles and pushes his hands into his pockets. "If I can just keep my neck in check without the brace."

"No thanks." Comes the answer from upstairs as Lucas leans over the balcony. "My Rage and big, riled up crowds don't make for a good mix. Moon's getting a bit too big for me to risk it."

Kenneth swings his eyes up with the third voice. "Dude. And you think me goin' out on a half moon is worth it? It's still better than lazing around here though." Looking back to Dillen, the halfmoon shrugs, his comment about the Get's battlescar unsaid.

Dillen gives a chuckle. "Come on, man. I gotta get out of here for a bit. Going stir crazy!" He gives a grin, "Besides. I got all pimped up for this!" He brushes the "dirt" from his sweater.

"Mmmhm. Well, you better pick up a girl while you're at it or that sweater'll be all for nothing." Lucas remarks with a lopsided grin. "You guys go. I'm fine just hanging around here, may go patrol a little later on."

Kenneth pouts his lips and breathes out a short sigh. "Maybe, but if we don't go as a pack, then it's not as fun. But s'cool. I guess it's just me an' Dillen then." His gaze slides to the Get. "I don't even know if it's good for me to be up there. If someone I know sees me, I'd have to ditch."

"Girl's suck. You know that. Aren't worth my damn time." Dillen growls up at Lucas. "Just goin for the cars and shit." He looks down at the floor, sullen. "It's okay if you have to leave too... I just need to do something fun. Ya know?" Maybe he's got something he's trying to get off his mind.

Lucas heads for the stairs and descends them, his hands in his pockets. "Go, enjoy yourself and tell me about it later. I'm just not in the mood to be out and about on the town tonight."

"Dude, you're gonna be stuck here sulkin' with the organic carrots I bought a couple hours ago," Kenneth predicts. "If that's the way it's gonna play though, I'd rather head out to the woods and check up on things there. It's been awhile since we went there, hasn't it?" He looks to both packmates individually.

Dillen rolls his eyes and sighs. "Dammit. Fine. Be that way..." He heads towards the door and growls. "You two just go be... Garou." As he walks into the elevator.
Lucas shrugs up his shoulders with a faint grunt and heads for the workout area, starting to collect up weights.

"Oh come on," Kenneth rolls his eyes and stands as well, leaving the TV on. "I wasn't really gonna run all umpteen miles to the woods. Just tryin' to suggest something outside the usual pizza and a movie. Besides... do you know which part of town they're at?"

"I'm sure I could find them with the engines." Dillen chuckles. "But come on. I might get lost."

Medical Center, Near the Waterfront
From Riverfront Drive to Beaugregory Boulevard, the Hilliard Memorial Hospital rises, a massive building surrounded by well-tended lawns and tall trees. The Hospital spreads northwards to Hospital Drive itself; across Silver and Beaugregory from the hospital proper are research buildings and office buildings: billing offices, small medical libraries, and the rooms with classrooms and laboratories for medical students to learn and experiment. Along Riverfront, on its eastern side, food vendors have set up small stands which receive a brisk business in the noon hours, shaded under the trees lining the street. North of Hospital Drive, the administrative buildings continue, spreading another block or so north to I-90, which slashes across the city streets in an abrupt divider.
Contents:
Dillen
Obvious exits:
St. Claire Zoo Denny's Hilliard Memorial Hospital Parking Garage Emergency Room J. Walter Wilson Labs Ramp to Interstate South North West

Kenneth tosses a last glance over to Lucas, and shrugs with a draw of his jacket around him. "A'right," he nods to Dillen. "Let's go chase us some cars." He smirks with the thought, and moves towards the elevator. Hospitality goes only so far though, as he doesn't exactly hold the door open for the Get. Soon, with a bit of walking and a bus ride, Kenneth moves towards a certain section of the streets in midtown. "I don't remember you ever saying if you're from around here," he mentions to the Get as they walk.

Dillen nods. "Yeah. Well... About an hour drive from here." He shrugs. "I walked until I got here when I ran away." He kicks at a stone on the ground. "Signe and Emma found me going through the dumpster at McDonalds... Chased me and scared the crap out of me."

"Serious? You were eatin' outta dumpsters?" Kenneth glances over, a suspicious, unbelieving expression in his eye. Then he shrugs. "Well you got it good now, and that's what counts." He checks a couple of street signs, and then motions for them to take a turn. "Probably gonna be a bit 'til they start up, but some people like to get there early," he mentions. "Listen." He inclines his head westwards, where the faint sound of a very deep rumbling engine is approaching.

Dillen nods slowly. "Yeah. For a while. Was a hell of a lot better than being beaten and burned by my dad's cigarettes." He gives a sheepish look to Kenneth. "I ran away to get away from him..."

Kenneth looks over, and then away. "I don't blame you," he replies after a short silence. "Would've been messy if you went apeshit on his ass one night. Y'know, Firsted on him..." His tone goes lower. "Cutter an' Jean found me out before I did the same to a friend of mine."

Dillen takes a deep breath. "Let's go see some hot rods." Dillen shoulders Kenneth and walks on down the way and towards the sounds of engines.

Kenneth comes out of the mild reverie with the nudge and nods. "Yea," he utters, heading alongside with the Get until they're close to the edge of the gathering action. The midtown streets give a show of the young crowd St. Claire has to offer; rides, girls, thugs, rubber and horsepower. Kenneth seems to be more alert once they get closer, his eyes flickering this way and that in examination of the faces.

Among the throng, a person can go easily unnoticed, especially when there's nothing particularly fascinating about them. Garbed in ink stained pants and an old t-shirt, Rillie stands back at the edges of the gathering with a small group of other female freshmen, pointing at some of the people and certain cars and chatting amongst themselves.

[look Rillie]
Rillie is the kind of girl you look at and can tell she's an artist. Her jeans have holes and stains of ink and paint and her shirts are strange and a jumble of various designs, sayings, images, and yet more stains. Her hair is long and straight, a soft Pantene-brand brown and generally tugged back in a functional ponytail. Eyes are also brown, big and dark, sparked with an inner restlesness and fervor. Wiry and lean, she bubbles over with an inner intensity of emotion and energy. Beyond that, she's your normal teen - too old to be a girl but not old enough yet to be a woman.

Dillen comes in along side of Kenneth and looks at some of the more flashy offerings. "What kind of paint is that??" HE says, moving into take a closer look at a sportscar.

Kenneth scrutinizes Rillie's group before he even gets to her. But it's the lack of dressing up that makes the girl actually stand out, compared to the others who have taken to showing off their bodies even in the freezing conditions of the outdoors. Some are hidden with huge puffy down jackets and fake furlined hoods, but all are pretty much the same - looking to party and do it hard. Kenneth looks over to Dillen, and then the actual car the Get was asking after. "Like I got any idea," he mutters softly, and then makes a sort of point with his chin at the not quite as well dressed girl. "How 'bout her?"

Dillen is looking at the engine in the car when he looks up. "Her who?" As his eyes look to the group of women. "I told you. No girls."

The group of girls look like they're from the college group of misfits. The artists, singers, and general partiers that don't mesh with the rest of the academic and physical makeup of their peers. Rillie reaches over and snags a hat off of a fellow art girl and tugs it on backward on her own head, shifting her posture into a swagger like a few of the tough guys standing next to the car.

Said owner of the car Dillen is looking at comes over, even though there is a certain wariness to the way he regards the Get and Lord. "Y'like? Cost a couple thou'," he brags aloud. Kenneth does stick an elbow out a bit more into the Get's side. "The one in the t-shirt, doofus." When the car owner does comes over, the halfmoon goes quiet as he listens to the bragging with a little less interest.

Dillen nods. "Nice. Really nice." He looks to see who Kenneth talks about and he blinks some as his eyes do find her. "Cars... Not girls." Dillen says with half interest in the car now. "Dude. Nice." He steps past the car and a couple steps towards the pack of women.

Rillie continues to wear the white ballcap with a wry grin on her face as she goes about warding off the cap's actual owner, the two laughing and batting at each other and eventually resorting to Rillie dodging behind a large goth-like girl in their group as a shield. The owner of the cap relents with a giggle and wanders off to go investigate a car dripping with neon lights.

Kenneth takes his own turn afterwards, breaking off from Dillen's side to have a look over a suped up Honda and some talks with the driver.

Dillen bites his lip a bit and makes his way close to the girls. He slides in close to a car, looking at it and keeping an eye on the group again. A slight look to the side, scanning them.

As everything gets more and more underway, the group eventually behind to break up into pairs and some head off on their own to see the cars (and the owners). Rillie, with her pilfered hat, moves off in roughly the direction of the two Garou, aiming for someone's laughable attempt at making a new VW Bug look street worthy.

Dillen stays near the car, checking out the engine... And the girls. For someone who didn't want to see women he sure is checking them out... Maybe because he also gets to look at Kenneth, Lucas, and Jarred. He's starved for feminine persuasions.

Rillie is gesturing to parts of the car and talking with a boy who looks like he's pretending to be a thug. Whatever they're talking about, it looks like she's the one who knows what's going on. The young black man nods and tries to follow along with a slight, bewildered look on his face. Grinning knowingly, Rillie leaves the Bug and for the car opposite the one Dillen is regarding.

Dillen is looking under the hood and checking out the girls at the next car. He watches them, craning around and moving his head up, unfortunately, slamming it against the hood of the car and letting out a string of expletives.

Rillie jerks her head around and nearly looses her hat in the process - it being a bit big for her head. She sees the swearing Galliard and bites back a grin, asking over the din of reving engines and shouting between owners. "You okay? They stick so much in the car they forget to add the headroom."

"Nice body kit, but you probably should lose the rims." "What are you shittin' me? These things cost me a couple hundred!" "Then you got robbed." Kenneth can be heard to converse with a certain Subaru owner before Dillen's expletives followed by an angry call out of "Watch the hood, dumbass!" follows, coupled with some giggling. The halfmoon sighs with a roll of his eyes. Seeing Rillie move over though, no doubt there is something of gears turning in the Shadow Lord's head.

Dillen reaches up and feels the knot on his head. "Yeah. Fine." He grumbles a little. Helluva way to impress a girl. "Thanks." He gives a goofy grin and then glares at Kenneth, "Shut up, man." He rubs a little more on his head.

Rillie glances over towards Kenneth with a one-eyes peer and chuckles quietly before looking back towards Dillen. "Well watch your fingers. I did that once and knocked the hood loose from the support.. it wasn't a good night, I'll tell you that." The more she talks, the more an eastern and rural accent comes through in her voice.

Kenneth mentions watching that hood for good reason, because soon enough the owner of the car comes from around the back, looking ticked off at Dillen. Before the guy opens his mouth to chew out the Get however, Kenneth walks over as well to join the two. "You better not have dented anything on there," the car owner growls with an intent inspection, giving the Shadow Lord a wary once-over. Kenneth shrugs again, shutting up as usual and moving his eye over another customized racer whose engine revs loudly with horsepower evident.

Dillen gives one of those goofy smiles to Rillie. "Okay." And then the guy comes around and stares at Dillen. "Dude. My head isn't that hard." Trying to joke around with the guy.

Rillie looks between the two, amusement lost for a moment and turning to thought, but it's gone just as quick. "It's cool, man. You got a good looking machine, suprised more people don't smack their heads on the hood outta shock." She says with a smile that could come off as mildly charming.

The evil eye smoothes out into just a no-doubt cautious glare at Dillen when there is no denting found, and Rillie's compliment to the ride does some more to mollify the owner. "Yea, thanks. Put a lotta work into it, but the real work's not on the body like some of these posers." Kenneth himself leans in a bit to get a look at the engine. "S'nice," he agrees aloud, about to say more until a number of whoops and hollers comes from the street side. The halfmoon looks that way. "Looks like they're about to get started."

Dillen looks up as all the noise begins. "Sweet." His eyes go back to Rillie and he smiles. "We're gonna head that way. Wanna come with?" He scratches his hair a little, unsure as to why he asks, but he does.

Rillie glances around the street, her group long scattered and things getting wound up into a busy shuffle. "Ah hell, sure." She says and shifts to follow them to a safer section.

Kenneth, now that he has a chance to have a better look at Rillie, keeps quiet while Dillen does the 'talking' for the two. Still, his presence can't be ignored, and the effects of the Curse as well. In the milling, a path eventually clears out as hoods come down, engines come on, and some of the cars in the lot start their run out onto the streets. Import and domestic cars pit against each other, the route having been chosen already. Kenneth sneaks a half-smirk to the Get, particularly looking at Rillie and back to him. "So you from 'round here?" he asks the girl.

Dillen kinda looks at Kenneth and then back to Rillie, a silly grin on his face. "Um... Yeah." He says as he agrees with Kenneth's question. He does wonder why the girl hasn't already been freaked out and run away. He then adds, "And... What's your name?"

Rillie looks between the two with an amused grin, not seeming to be bothered by their presence in the least. "Name's Rillie and I just got here last week from Ohio. I started the new semester at SCCU. Who're you guys?" She asks of them as she hooks her thumbs in the belt loops of her paint-stained jeans. With her backwards cap, she looks like an urban cowgirl. Well, only less grubby and probably better looking.

"Kenneth," the Lord introduces himself, black eyes on the cars rather than the girls. He lets Dillen introduce himself, but tacks on, "We're... students. Pre-law here." It could be said to be smooth, but the philodox certainly seems close-lipped about that.

"Dillen." He gives a smirk and chuckles. "Um... Undecided. I draw pretty well, though." His hand runs back through his hair, scrubbing at it some.

Rillie raises up her eyebrows at the pair, perhaps in curiosity. "Students, hm? Which hall are you guys staying in? I'm... guessing you're roommates?" She asks then looks to Dillen in particular. "I haven't seen you in any of my art classes before. I'm Fine Arts with a Theatre minor."

Kenneth puts a hand in his pocket - the one with the gold ring on it. "It's a.. private university," he continues on quickly, waiting for the approach of a couple of cars on their way to the starting line. "Fine arts and theatre? Lookin' to be an actress?"

Dillen watches the car as well. "Yeah. Private university." He does try to help Kenneth with his 'lie'. He looks back up to Rillie and smiles. "You are an artist? What kind? Pencil, pen, watercolor...?"

Rillie might have been a bit suspicious, she's pretty quick on the uptake, but art is a sure-fire distraction it would seem. "Fine arts, mostly. I love oil painting, though my mom said the chemicals are ganna make me grey before I'm thirty. I do acrylics too, watercolor. Theatre's more like a hobby. I've played a few roles, but mostly I do scenery, props, and costume."

Kenneth ahs, and what comment he had is lost in the roar of the crowd as a deep blue Integra and the Subaru from before come up to the line. A few tense moments are filled with growls from the turning pistons. Then, with the squeals of burning rubber, the race is on. The philodox actually smiles with the heat and energy that explodes as soon as the cars are released.

Dillen nods and grins, loosening up. "I did a big mural, it's on the side of that natural herb store downtown." He bites his lip and chuckles. "Not the best thing in the world... But people that have seen it like it."

Rillie looks impressed, nodding her head in approval and seeming now more concerned with artistic discussion instead of street racing. "You must be good if they let you get ahold of public buildings. I'd try that and they'd just call it graffiti. I do manage to sell stuff online, though, enough to keep spending money in my pocket."

Kenneth, with his lack of artistic pursuit, concentrates on the cars instead. As the next couple of racers edge towards the line, he spares Dillen and Rillie a glance. "If you're an artist," he queries Rillie, "What brings you out here?"

"Online?" Dillen looks truly impressed. He licks at his lips a little and turns to Kenneth. "Have to look you up and see some of your work." He catches Kenneth's question. "What does bring you out here?"

Rillie bobs her head and gives a little shrug, "Needed to get away from the folks, and the family." Somehow, when she says family, her tone implies it's very large and overbearing, like it took her effort to even get the word out. "Ya know, the old: We want you to /be something/. Art'll get you nowhere. You should go to school around home and stay here." She sighs and tugs the hat off her head. "I got sick of hearing it."

Kenneth schools his expression to a decent look of sympathy. However, the pull up of a slick, deep purple Mazda with an astounding smoking dragon painted on the side draws the halfmoon's eyes along with many others. "That car is sick," comes a comment from someone nearby.

Dillen nods. "Yeah. I know about parents being a pain in the ass." He looks to the guy who made the comment and chuckles. "I'd like so see some of your stuff, though. I mean... I'd show you some of mine." There goes that hand again, running through his hair. He jerks it down and shoves his hand into his pockets.

Rillie grins wryly at the Galliard. "Mmhm. I do art trades, if you're ever interested. Commisions too." She suggests as she shoves the white ball cap halfway into her back pocket, the brim sticking out. She reaches then into her other back pocket and out of her wallet produces a buisnes card which she hands over. It's pretty basic. White, with her name and website on it. Across the top is a stylized silver wolf.

Kenneth wets his lips, caught between the conversation of the Get and girl, and examining the various vehicles that roll by. Business card produced, he catches a glimpse of the white but nothing of the actual information. "You gonna be hangin' 'round here a lot?" he asks of Rillie.

Dillen takes the card and runs his finger over the side of it. "I like the wolf." He looks at her and grins. "You like wolves?" He swallows and gives a nervous chuckle, "Yeah. I'll check you out. I mean... I'll check out your website. Yeah." He turns a beet red.

Rillie gives Dillen a serenly knowing smile and nods. "I got a comments page, so feel free to scribble something on there, and yeah, I love wolves. Always have since I was little. I never had a problem in elementary school when we had to name our favorite animal." Then, to Kenneth, she adds. "Far as hangin' around here, yeah, I suppose. There and campus."

Kenneth catches Dillen's slip, though he makes no further lewd comment on it. "Then I guess we'll probably see you 'round more often than not." The philodox breaks off from car-watching. "How 'bout camping? There's a national park out here, supposed to have wolf packs in it. Wolf Woods." He sidelong glances to Dillen again, an almost wickedly nice smile spreading on the halfmoon's features.

Dillen shoots Kenneth a big glance that shows how can he possibly say that and then he tries to recover. "Yeah. Packs of them." He stammers over the words some. "Camping could be cool. Been thinking about heading out there some myself." He gives Rillie a hint of a smile.

Rillie looks deeply intrigued, brown eyes widening. "/Really/? Only live wolves I've ever seen are in zoos. You guys really got wild wolves out here? Well, I guess you would out here."

Kenneth nods a couple of times, the smile being tempered with the amount of enthusiasm Rillie gives off. He eyes Dillen another time, and then gestures with a thought. "Yeah, though not too many people get to see 'em. Shy animals, you know? But you can hear 'em. Dillen here knows a few good spots for that sort of thing."

Dillen swallows hard. "Yeah. We have wolves." He gives an uneasy chuckle to Kenneth. "Big ones." As he looks back to Rillie. "We have seen a few ourselves." And then he adds to the end, "Once or twice." toying with something nervously in his pocket.

Nevermind she's only known these guys twenty minutes, Rillie's attention is hooked. "I'd love to get some pictures for reference, I'm dying for some new material to paint."

"Well," Kenneth muses aloud over the milling and noise of the crowds, "that depends on whether you could get a camping permit from the park now. It's really fuckin' cold up there, not too many people want to stay out in the freezing snow and rain..." It's around now he does realize this might be a bit much, but motions with a nod to Dillen. "But hey, maybe once the semesters are a bit settled up and stuff..."

Dillen hasn't heard the cars in a long time. "Once you get more comfortable. Might be cool." He bites his lip some and grins. "But yeah... I'd like to do an art exchange. Maybe get together sometime? Public place since you just met us and don't know if we are some freaks or something." Or werewolves.

Rillie really didn't come her for cars, just the social scene. She looks slightly dissapointed at mention of so much snow, but coming from a place right on the great lakes, snow is something she must be used to. "Sure. There's a pretty kickass coffee shop up on campus, a lot of artsy people hang out there. I hear they even have bands every Friday night, a lot of them local ones."

It's Kenneth's turn to send looks towards Dillen again, but has to play along. He started it, after all. "Yeah, I know that place," he mentions in passing, but now starts to rethink the plans of asking girls out and such. He buries his interest in a new race starting up, this time four imports together instead of two. Things are just about to get started, when the unmistakeable sound and lights of squad cars blare onto the scene. That sends people scrambling and jostling.

Dillen nods and makes a mental note. "Maybe we will catch you there one ni..." Then the sirens go off. "Shit." Dillen reaches around to grab Rillie's arm and make for the nearest cover. "Come on." He yells and runs towards the nearest place he knows.

"Uuh..." Okay, she can go with these two strangers to god knows where, or she can run off on her own and get lost in a strange city where there's a lot more than two strangers. "Right!" She squeaks slightly and bolts, probably partially drug along even though she's not resisting. That'd just be stupid.

Kenneth comes to attention quick, nearly getting pushed right into a group that is running off. At first he works against the tide, and then gets swept up with the virtual stampede of escaping youths and college students. Car engines rev, rubber tires screech and soon a pair of squad cars take off after a couple racers. A third remains on scene, but the policeman wisely remains inside his vehicle with the sudden scramble of people.

Dillen keeps running, Rillie in tow as they duck around a corner and into an alley. Dillen peeks back out of the alley and leans against it. "I think we are safe." He lets out a deep breath. "Guess we need to get you back to school." Dillen sighs and tries to think.

Rillie shrinks back into the shadow and squints out around Dillen, suddenly glad she no longer has the bright white hat on her head. "...I got a car a few blocks down, had to walk a way, but I couldn't find anywhere closer." She mutters in reply to him, frowning out at the police.

The police here must be known for being party crashers, as within less than 10 minutes the entire street side is nearly cleared off. The Shadow Lord himself isn't seen anywhere in the flashing red and blue. With a few announcements over the black-and-white's speaker for the 'kids to Go Home', the squad car passes by the alley where the Get and girl are holed up. Rillie's group of friends, too, doesn't seem to be anywhere visible, but they're likely headed back to their cars as well.

Dillen lets out a deep breath as the cops go by. He then looks to Rillie and nods. "I think we can get back to your car, now." As he steps out and onto the sidewalk. "Seems to be clear."

Rillie sighs quietly as she moves out of the alley cautiously. "...only good part about living in the boonies. The cops can't find you half the time."

Dillen gives a chuckle. "Too true." As he moves out to start walking down the street. "Let's get you back to your car. Kenneth must have gone home." He gives a lopsided grin. "He never was a fighter." Maybe bragging a little bit.

Rillie rubs her hand across her arm as she glances up and down the now desolate road. "I'm a couple blocks um... that way." She says after a few moments of looking up and down to get her bearings and starts walking that way. "It's gonna take me forever to get back. I got so lost getting here."

Dillen nods and starts walking in the direction she pointed. "Come on, then." As he rests a hand on the middle of her back, being the protective type... Just in case someone has ideas. "Couple blocks aren't so bad."

Once the sirens have died down and gone further down the street chasing after other targets, the midtown St. Claire scene looks to be more deserted than usual. The walk back to the car is uninterrupted for the most part... until one sound rises over the rest of the city's. A short, barking baying that for those in the know, is unmistakeably un-dog like. It sounds close, but just before the bearings can be made out, the sound dies off into the night, overtaken by traffic.

Rillie shifts slightly at the touch but walks on, looking a bit off-edge, like the city is still a very strange place for her. With her car in sight, she hears the sound and her head jerks up slightly, brows coming together and her lips pressing together as she pulls her keys out of her pocket.

Dillen looks up to the sound as well. "Sounds like someone is doing well." A quiet smile comes over his face and then he looks to Rillie. "Well, back to your car." He smiles. "Um... yeah. Will try and get together soon." He scuffs his shoe a bit.

The baying howl doesn't go a second round, letting the night slide into a renewed sense of normalcy.

"Right..." Rillie murmurs and shakes off the sound, giving Dillen a nod. "Just drop a comment on my page or my email, it's on there. Well, thanks.. I'll see you around then." She gives him a brief smile as she tucks some hair behind her ear and then turns for her car.

Dillen nods. "Will do..." As he smiles and then adds. "Hey Rillie." He gives her a bit of a grin. "That was a wolf you heard. Close friend of mine." He grins and winks. Who knows if he is kidding or not.

Rillie whips around from unlocking her door and stares after him, her mouth slightly ajar. Her blank expression then slowly shifts to a fierce sort of suspicion and with a grumble she tugs open her door and gets into her car, turning it on and driving off.

Dillen runs a hand through his hair and chuckles to himself. "No girls." He rolls his eyes and sighs, walking towards Shadow's end.