1/20/2005

01:40 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (68% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 56 degrees Fahrenheit (13 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 10 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.97 and steady, and the relative humidity is 80 percent. The dewpoint is 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 13:19 Pacific Time on Thu Jan 20 2005.

Osprey Circle Fountain
Situated in the center of the grassy mound is a white marble fountain. The smooth stone of the fountain sparkles and sends off bright shafts of light whenever a stray beam bounces of its shiny surface. Perched at the top of the fountain is a soaring osprey. Directly below the osprey, gentle jets of water spurt up into the air, making it seem like the spray is propelling the osprey upwards toward the sky. White marble, about a foot wide, rings the center of the fountain, allowing the formation of a watery basin. Iron benches sit slightly back from the fountain.
The asphalt roadway of Osprey Circle rings the grassy mound.
Contents:
Saul
Obvious exits:
South

Even in the light rain, Osprey Circle Fountain's mild jets of water continue to put on their liquid show. People bustle about under raincoats, hats and umbrellas, but Kenneth bears none. The philodox himself remains alone and unbothered by anyone passing by, sitting upon one of the iron benches by the fountain and looking at the unceasing falls.

Saul dashes up the walk from the bookshop, his laptop backpack slung over his shoulder, a couple books clutched in front of him. He stops, looks around and the place looks vaguely foreign. He scans the fountain area until he spots Kenneth, not really making a connection right away before he saunters over, his clothes and hair beginning to sag slightly in the light rain, "Ya know, damn it, I'm lost. I know my way from the 'Roach Motel, but not from our new place." Could be the same direction, but for all he knows he's lost.

Kenneth looks up, his hair and clothes already fairly dampened from the rain. "Round a few blocks thataway," he replies as any St. Claire native would, except he stands as points. "How 'bout I go with you, just to get outta the rain?" He hefts his racket bag over his shoulder. "Figure that way if you do get lost again, you could punch me one."

Saul shrugs, his pack lifting off his shoulder a few inches at the force of said shrug, "Sounds good ta me, though I'll hold you to that punch if we get lost." He sweeps his right arm forward, "Lead on, Tanto." He says with a smirk.

Kenneth arches a brow at the nickname, but starts off without a word leading the way. A few minutes of silent pacing later, once they're more on the street, he asks aloud, "So what'd you get? Though Wine 'n Roses was a goth shop."

Saul holds up the books as he holds them up briefly in the rain, "'Goth 101', 'Why Is Everything So White?', 'Ten Levels of Veganism', and 'My Corner is Darker Than Yours'." He shrugs, "I had a couple extra bucks lying around. Thought I'd read up on Goths a bit. See what the hell Jeremy's talkin' about."

Scanning the titles, Kenneth's somber expression twitches with a restraint to hold in a laugh. "Jeremy's your side of the family, not mine," he utters around a tightened throat. "Almost too bad the real Goths don't rise up out of their graves and do massive beatdowns. One of those doesn't fit though... Ten Levels of Veganism? What's up with that?"

Saul shrugs once mores, "Saw something about Vegans on the Simpsons the other night. Thought, 'The fuck?' and wanted to learn. Not that I'd ever go vegan. I enjoy the taste of an extra rare pastrami triple cheese chili bacon and onion burger too much..." And all said with one breath. He sighs as he walks beside Kenneth.

"What's there to learn? They eat, drink, and shit grass," Kenneth overgeneralizes, his tone not serious though even if his demeanor is. "They'd be crazy to turn down a burger like that." The corner of his lip lifts, and he pushes a hand through his hair to shake off some of the excess water. "Thought I heard your family was movin' house and settin' up shop somewhere else. What's up with that?"

Saul blinks at this, "We are moved, dude. We're in that Elizabethan monstrosity I was sittin' in front of yesterday. We got kinda run out of the 'Roach Motel. Wish we coulda kept it. I had my own room there. Now I have to share a bunk room. Blah." He sounds like he's living out of a garbage heap from the tone of voice he holds, "We coulda probably kept the house if all us chipped in but that's all we coulda done. They woulda had to wait too long for me to finish college and get a job. We need to be able to support ourselves good so we can help out the city."

Kenneth looks up at the sky. Still raining. "You're livin' in that huge lookin' house, and you still don't get your own room?" Still walking along, the philodox shakes his head and glances side long at the ahroun. "Who do you bunk with? Didn't think your family had so many siblings."

Saul shakes his head, "We don't. We got Chaney who's a complete dog." He gives a sideways looks, "And me. My family is squeezed into half of the house. The other half is going to be a place for our cousins, including you I suppose, to crash if need be. Granted we have the better side, but yeah..."

Kenneth invisibly bristles at mention of Chaney, though recovers fairly quickly. "Well you don't gotta worry about me an' Lucas. We got our own place down southside," he waves off. "Heh, I'd invite you, but somehow I think the whole Capulet and Montague thing extends over past Shakespeare."

Saul shakes his head looking down at the damp cement, "Damn it. Yeah. Nat'd care for sure. I wanna do my thing and get outta there. Maybe Jeremy'd let me stay with him. Or maybe Jon, though I think he has his niece with him. She may be kin, but I think she'd get to havin' nightmares with me near, so probably not..." He sighs and looks sideways back at his backpack, "All I got goin' for me is up here," He points to his back, "and whatever I got goin' on on the laptop. Sucks, dude..."

"Not too good a mob are they?" Kenneth remarks, perhaps driving in that nail of discontent further. "Haven't heard of who Jon is. New guy?" He said it was a few blocks, but walking along the distance seems just a bit longer than usual.

Saul doesn't seem to notice where they are or the time it's taking. He shrugs at this, "Eh. He's just kin. Good guy. Gave me computer programming books that I'm still absorbing, ya know?" He doesn't offer anything further about Jon but Saul's one track mind switches back to his living condition, "The family's good. I like every one of them. I think they all like me. They just don't know what to make of a full moon who simply cares about what appears on a screen. They're...good mobsters, I guess." Oh, cue the smallest violin, for it needs to play for poor, misunderstood Saul.

Kenneth offers a cello instead. "Why /do/ you care so much about a computer anyway? Like, say, one day the motherboard fries and everything you got on there goes to shit. You gotta start all over again. Only one that could possibly understand how that'd be is probably that guy Jeremy."

Saul frowns at this, "Screw the computer. It's the hard drive I care about and honestly you'd be hard pressed to screw with my laptop. My backpack is water and air tight like an industrial strength ziplock baggy. The case I have it in is a reinforced metal briefcase and the case of the laptop itself is titanium. It'd take a grenade right next to it do even jostle it, so hah!" He sounds extremely proud of himself, "And I could care less about the laptop itself. Its the hard drive that matters. The data that's stored on it."

Kenneth Shrugs once - he isn't keen on the computer scene. "Fine, the hard drive. So if that goes to shit, what do you do? Or worse... the computer's fine, but..." The philodox pauses in thought. At that precise moment, a cry rings out through the air from behind the two Garou. "HELP! Robber!" Coming up their way quickly, a large man whose green jacket flaps out behind him in the rain. In his hand, a decent sized purse, marking him clearly as the assailant.

Saul looks back over his shoulder and then quickly turns to Kenneth, "Jump him now and play hero or tail him, jack the purse, rip him to shreds?" He asks quietly and quickly, remembering to cover his mouth as he speaks.

Kenneth sniffs, looking over his shoulder with ease. "Do what you want," he replies to the ahroun, still walking down the street with unbroken pace. Unpursued by any police personnel, the man in green shouts at the people on the sidewalk in front of him, "Outta the way! Outta the way!" Shoving people roughly to one side or another, he's less than twenty feet away and coming up like a freight train on the two Garou. "Get outta my way!" he shouts out again, now even more visible than before - his green jacket overlays a black shirt, jeans, and scuffed up boots. Black and head covered with a baseball cap sporting the Mariner's logo, he runs almost blindly straight for Saul.

Saul blinks at Kenneth and grabs his cell phone out of his pocket and dials the three digit number and tosses the phone to the side of the road. The twelve year old rages forward at the man and leaps at him in a simple attempt to wrap himself around the front of the perp.

The robber, not expecting a vigilante - let alone a twelve year old - yells out as Saul leaps forward to engage him. But, considering his goal right now is a clean getaway, dodges off to one side before the cub can lay a hand on him. Spinning around like a football quarterback with the ball, he narrowly avoids the cub. Running with his back turned however, what he doesn't see is Kenneth sticking out his leg. The man yelps aloud, trips and lands harshly on the wet concrete with his back. The purse in hand drops from the mugger off to one side. "He's all yours, Spades," Kenneth gestures with a hand, quickly closing it to a fist. So much for not drawing attention.

Saul nods as he takes a well practiced hop, skip, and a jump he'd learned from all those years of soccer and aims a well placed kick between the man's leg as if just kicking another soccer goal, intending to do more than just incapacitate the purse snatcher.

Kenneth sucks in his breath as if in empathic reflex when shoe meets the man's groin. Harsh punishment indeed, but the philodox moves off to one side to let the ahroun take over. The man doesn't even cry out - the pain just leaves him near speechless - but he curls up almost instantly. "You Muther Fuck..." is all he can utter, taking in short pants of breath in the light rian. All in all, he probably isn't going anywhere for at least a minute or so. Meanwhile, though, a small crowd of people has started to look their way, but all stay back. Kenneth picks up the wet purse, brushing it off some, and looks by way of the direction which the robber came.

Saul turns and shrugs to the couple people gathering about them, "Kung Fu." He explains as he drives another kick into the man's back, "And stay there ya asshole." After this further beating he looks ver at Kenneth, "Dude, my cell. I dailed 9-1-1 before I tossed it. The operators should have traced the call by now and are probably sending a black and white."

"Christ," Kenneth curses lowly just so he and the man can hear. "You called the cops?" He looks from the purse back to Saul. "We better jet before--" Not a siren, but a strong, controlled voice rings out over the small crowd. "Give a bit of room here!" An SCPD officer comes up, followed shortly by a distraught looking businesswoman. Cleancut and slightly damp from the weather, the officer looks beyond the heads that are starting to part and lays eyes on the two youth. Kenneth neutralizes his expression quickly, even if he is holding the purse. "What's going on here you two?" Well it's obvious, but the officer just arrived on scene. His radio on his shoulder blurts out a call from Dispatch, which the officer answers shortly.

Saul shrugs and now looks completely lost, "Please officer, sir. We heard someone yelling that this man was a robber so my friend and I who were on our way home from the book store managed to trip him." Tears begin to well up in the corner of his eyes, "Please officer, don't arrest us. We were only trying to help. Ain't that right, dude?" He looks over at Kenneth.

Kenneth offers out the purse like a peace offering, which the officer takes first. "Oh thank you," the woman says with a step forward, a sort of awkwardly relieved smile on her features. "This it, ma'am?" "Yes, yes that's my purse." Kenneth nods with Saul, backing up once the officer has the purse. "Think you want him," the philodox notions with his head towards the man lying on the ground, bruised and hurting. The officer makes the motions of bringing out the cuffs and slapping them on the perp's wrists. "Good work boys. Aren't you two supposed to be in school?" At the question, Kenneth turns his gaze to the policeman. "We just got out," he says quickly. "On our way home now." The Shadow Lord sends another quick glance to Saul.

Saul nods slowly at Kenneth's explanation, "Yeah. Block schedule today." He confirms, "Do you want us for anything else, officer? Our families want us home quick or they might start to worry or something."

The officer frowns a little suspiciously, but hefts the cuffed robber up to his feet. "Alright well, you two get along then. I'll just need to get a statement from you ma'am." The officer looks back over the crowd, which has thus started to disperse now that the main action is over. Kenneth nods again with a short, 'Yessir,' hitches up his bag and turns off smartly with a short gesture for Saul to hurry up and go with. "Don't forget your cell," he notes as well. As they depart though, the people around seem to part like the Red Sea for the two Moses. As soon as they are relatively out of earshot, the philodox lets out a breath that he had been holding.

Saul retrieves his cell and quickly dashes after Kenneth. After catching up with him he mutters over to the other garou, "We sure kicked /his/ ass. Good work with the assist, dude. Man, if Nat coulda seen that..."

Kenneth sends a quick look back over his shoulder just to make sure no one is still looking to them. "We got lucky. The guy was an idiot," the Shadow Lord replies. "And a good thing it's gettin' on in the afternoon. There isn't a school 'round this part of town for a couple of miles at least." Here the halfmoon points up at the street sign. "Think we keep going on a couple of blocks. Roach Motel's 'round here right?" The scenery should be looking familiar.

Saul nods hesitantly at first and the starts to nod more emphatically, "Yeah. My old stompin' grounds. Yeah. Dude, I totally have to tell Nat how we trashed that idiot. Good stuff. Good stuff." He chuckles as he continues walking.

Kenneth smirks. "Looks like I get off without a punch then." The halfmoon walks along side, checking out scenery and now looking like he'll need to take a hot shower when he gets back to the Shadow Lord domain. "I thought Marcus was in charge now," he notes once they're a block or so off. "But then, Lucas doesn't really give two shits about the Walkers, and Jarred..." He trails. Apparently, there isn't too much he will say aloud about Jarred.

Saul nods slowly, "Marcus is in charge of the family, but Nat's in charge of me. I guess. Well, no one's really 'in charge' of me. I just kinda get beaten on by the one that's closest to me." He shrugs as he goes.

"Should tell 'er to get off her ass and pass you already," Kenneth quips with a glance to the ahroun. "At least, if you know you can." He wipes off a few droplets of water on his doused face, and looks up to the sky again. The rain has stopped, for now. Back in front of the Walker house now, he stops and looks on down the driveway.

Saul's cell begins to play the midi version of 'I Hate Everything About You' by Ugly Kidd Joe and his whole body snaps to attention, "Damn it!" He curses, "I gotta go, dude. Catch you later!" And with that he takes off at a sprint down the sidewalk.

Kenneth only gets in a nod, watching the cub sprint off. "Yea, see ya," he notes when Saul is well out of range. Afterwards, he turns and walks off towards the nearest bus stop. At least the rain has stopped.