Logfile from GarouMU.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (57% full).
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 A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall.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:
NOTE: Current Farmhouse Residents (Updated: Jul 18)
Obvious exits:
Kitchen/Dining Room  Front Door  STairs  

It's a nice day out, but Stacey is inside. She's curled up on the couch, leaning against the arm, with a bag of foreign-looking candies next to her. Her head is leaning back, and she's staring up at the ceiling.

Kenneth steps through the front door from the porch, expression set in a grimace. He passes by without so much of a greeting, heading for the kitchen. The Shadow Lord only seems to notice Stacey after he's passed a decent distance into the hallway. The philodox slows to a stop in front of the fridge, and from the kitchen utters a "Hey" loud enough to be heard. The door opens, closes, and he passes back to the living room with a bottle of water in his hand.

Stacey has light brown curls that have been pulled back into a high pony-tail by a purple ribbon, although a couple of the smaller strands have come loose and frame her oval-shaped face. The preteen's features are soft and childlike, with a small nose, slightly prominent cheekbones, and large hazel eyes. A fading tan and a few freckles color her otherwise fair complexion. This slender girl is wearing blue jean overalls with a long-sleeved shirt that is decorated with purple flowers, along with white tennis shoes. A leather thong necklace with a pendant of a dove carved of smooth white shell with bits of mother-of-pearl on either side is tied around her neck.

[look Kenneth]
Kenneth is a tall dark stranger waiting to happen. An uncomfortable atmosphere penetrates his otherwise decent social graces, with a cold intensity in his gaze of one who wishes to prove his existence's worth, if only to himself alone. But in reality, he is young and attractive. His body is lean, not intimidatingly muscled but nonetheless carries in it a high athletic potential.
It is his face, though, that gives him a feel of a feral animal wearing a human's skin. His hair needs trimming and looks to be combed only by his own slender fingers; left to grow at its own rampant pace, the one fashion it could be stated to have is a naturally lion's mane quality in its windswept manner. Part of the exoticism could be the teen's heritage, which by first glance is completely Asian. A closer look though, hints at a mixture of bloodlines both Western and Eastern. Underneath the mild slants of his eyebrows, his nearly black eyes rarely light with a grey color in stronger lighting.
His dress is an attempt to be formal, but it almost seems like he has nearly no other spare clothes. The white collared button-down shirt is left open, covering a thin black tanktop that is fraying around the ends. Dark blue jeans stained with dirt, wearing around the knees, and formerly-white tennis shoes accompany the top. Around his neck hangs perhaps the most valuable of his accessories, a thin ball-chain that loops around with a unique and expensive looking pair of twin gold rings, both glittering with a small emerald setting.

Stacey tilts her head forward to watch his passing and return. She lifts a hand in greeting. "Hey." Her other hand lifts the bag toward him. "Want one?"

Kenneth cracks the water open, drinking heavily until he drains about a third. The philodox then recaps, and peers at the offering. "... Sure." Getting closer, his hand reaches out for the bag, but stops as he looks more closely. "What're they?"

Stacey grins at the question. "I have /no/ idea, but they taste good. They were a gift from a friend," she says, and her grin broadens. "Got a kite, too. A real nice one that looks like a bird."

Kenneth restarts his reach for the bag, taking it lightly and examining before taking one and closely scrutinizing that. "Friend?" he echoes, glancing down after and popping the candy in. "Why'd they get you a k--... nevermind." The bag is returned. "I keep forgetting you're twelve."

Stacey chuckles at that and then shrugs. "She said I deserved it, considering my age. Real nice. Can't say who, though. I promised." She then furrows her brows, looking curious. "So, do Western Shadow Lords have a name too?"

Chewing thoughtfully, Kenneth blinks at the question about Shadow Lords. "Huh?" The philodox glances down to "Western Shadow Lords? .. They're just Shadow Lords."

Stacey seems a bit disappointed by the answer. "Huh. I thought maybe they'd have another name too, like the Hakken." She shrugs and takes out one of the candies. "I flew the kite the other day with Emma. We had fun. She suggested tying a bubble gun to it."

"What the hell are Hakken?" Kenneth has to scan his mental databases, but comes up empty. The Shadow Lord doesn't brood for overly long, though, as mentions of kiteflying bring up other thoughts. He simply grunts and sits down, roughly pushing away the too-long hair out of his way, only to have it rebel and creep back. Hunching over, the philodox uncaps his water bottle again, but doesn't drink just yet. His mood seems absolutely dour.

Stacey frowns and looks over at him, looking concerned. "What's wrong, Kenneth? I'm sorry if I said something wrong. I was just talking."

Kenneth shakes his head, raking his hand through his hair again, remaining quiet for a time. "Just... having a bad day," he tries to explain away. "Just keep talkin' or something. I'm listening."

Stacey watches Kenneth for a moment, then lowers her head as if thinking, looks back up, looks around, and then finally lays her head on the arm of the couch.

"I've just been thinking," Kenneth starts again under no particular inspiration, "'bout what I'm doing out here." His eyes continue to look only to the floor and his water bottle. "... Must be missing something."

Stacey doesn't move, but her gaze lifts to look at the Shadow Lord. "Missing?" she repeats softly. "What'd you mean?" Then she sits up sharply, her eyes wide. "You're not thinking of leaving again, are you?"

Kenneth glances up, not answering immediately. His eyes are cold, distant. Only after he takes another sip of water does he reply. "Look at me. I'm not doin' shit out here Stace. I live in some rundown shed out in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, I got.." he flips his collar, looking down at the fraying hem of his shirt, ".. no clothes that don't got holes. Hell, I haven't even graduated from high school. What the hell am I doin' out here?"

Stacey raises a brow. "Shoot, I didn't make it through elementary school. But you've got a pack, you've got what remains of your tribe. Friends. You're helping to fight back the Wyrm and rebuild what was lost. It's not an easy task. You have kin out here now, like Xia, who can be used to help with the rebuilding. It's just... gonna take a while for things to pick up."

Kenneth glances up at mention of kin. "Xia's back out here?" That brief high point doesn't make it very far, though, as he stands up and paces. The Shadow Lord looks caged, if only by his mental bars. "Pack.. hah. And tribe? A tribe of what.. three." Stopping where he is, he looks back at the Child and growls something inaudible before capping his water bottle and muttering, "I'm sick of it all already."

Stacey nods. "She is, sounds like she'll be staying for a while." She pauses, watching him. "Well... maybe you need a break. We could go somewhere, get away for a bit, and maybe that'd give you some time to clear you head and rethink what you're working toward here."

"And go where?" Kenneth whips his head back, invisible hackles prickling in exasperation. "Where the hell would I go? Where could I possibly..." He suddenly halts, throat visibly working as his eyes shift to the ahroun. "Why'd you say 'we'?"

Stacey blinks, brought up short by the question. "I don't know," she says, seeming confused, "I was just rattling off whatever came to my head. And how should I know where you'd go? But if you do go, I'd suggest taking someone along. Might get yourself killed alone or lost. Gaia, you just look like a... a... wolf that's been chained up or trapped inside for two long."

Kenneth slowly peels his lips back at the simile, involuntarily mimicking the very analogy being made. It is quickly replaced with a willing down of his rolling Rage. The Shadow Lord sits, brooding. "Lucas would've come with me. We were gonna head east." His fingers play with the twin glittering rings around his neck, hooking in one. "Now... now it's just ..." The finger slips out and the Shadow Lord shakes his head violently, standing up again. "It's stupid. I got nothing back there either."

Stacey lowers her head at the mention of Lucas, then she stands up as well. "Well, I'm just saying, if you ever decide to go anywhere, I'd be willing to go along. Need someone who'll ask for directions and make sure you actually come back, Far-Cry. Now... I'm gonna... go for a run or something."

Kenneth glances back at the ahroun, strangling another further comment. He only nods sharply, hand half raising with an utterance of "Later." He turns back to the couch, eyeing it but clearly not all in the room right now either.

As Kenneth's attention goes back to the couch, the front door swings open with a bang and inside strides Clemency, determination on her face. The determination fades slightly and a measure of compassion replaces it as she spies Stacey, however. "People," she says in clipped tones. "Someone give me some good news. I am not having a good week. And I don't suppose you are either, Stacey."

[look Clemency]
 A thin Caucasian woman standing at some 5'8", Clemency Haynes somehow seems to look even taller than her true height. Perhaps it's the confident air with which she carries herself, perhaps it's her angular posture which suggests that one could insert a long straight stick into any of her orifices and still only have the effect of bending her out of shape. Whether standing, sitting or lying she somehow contrives to seem erect and rigid.
 Her hair is blonde - bleached, one might suspect, given the darker roots that show through - and braided into long neat cornrows, a little unusual for one of her ethnicity. Her face is small, with a sharp nose, and intelligent grey eyes. Her left ear has several small rings through; her right ear sports only one piercing, carrying an earring in the shape of a crescent moon with a smiling enigmatic face. A larger ring decorates the right side of her nose. Her usual dress is a heavy black denim jacket, a size or two too large for her, and with two button badges in her lapel reading 'Crazy Diamond' and 'Get Your Filthy Laws Off My Body'. Beneath it, a scoop-necked black blouse, decorated with a white lightning bolt across the front, and below those, worn black jeans and a pair of equally worn and scuffed DM boots. She often carries a duffel bag that's also seen a good deal of wear.
 She appears to be in her early to mid twenties.

Stacey hesitates, watching the Lord, clearly trying to decide whether to be offended or not. Then she sighs and turns to leave, stopping short at the entrance of Clemency. She stares at the Fang, eyebrows raised in a way that says 'There goes my exit!' "I... I... have a kite," she offers lamely. "And candy. You... want one? Or to borrow the kite?"

Kenneth crashes back down to earth with the sound of another, perhaps tenser presence invading his senses. He glances up, and seeing Clemency, darkens in expression. The Shadow Lord says nothing, let alone any good news.

"A kite. Candy." Clemency doesn't exactly sound scornful, but there's a definite implication that these pastimes may be a little young for her. "I haven't flown a kite since... well... since I was your age," she finds herself saying rather lamely, and in order to avoid looking at Stacey finds the silent Kenneth in her sights instead. She raises one eyebrow to him, but says no more to him than he to her.

Stacey sighs and shrugs. "Then I'm out of good news. Except that the weather's not bad and there's food in the kitchen." She takes a step back from the fang and then glances toward Kenneth. "I, um, was just thinking about going for a run in lupus."

Kenneth looks the Fang up and down, seemingly sizing her up predator to predator. The Shadow Lord doesn't seem to be having the best of times himself, but he's not growling at Clemency. "Have fun," the philodox rumbles towards the Child before glancing back at the Silver Fang.

"Lupus, hrmm." Clemency answers absently, her attention now drawn to the taciturn male. Her eyes meet his for a few seconds. If there were a meter measuring tension in the room, its needle would be climbing a notch or two.

Stacey winces at the tension in the room and then begins to inch her way past Clemency toward the front door. She pauses while reaching it however and turns back. "Um..." her small voice enters into the tense silence, "anyone's welcome to come along if they want."

Kenneth's eyes never leave the Fang, when their eyes meet, he doesn't blink. But he doesn't seem to have a challenging quality in his gaze - just twin black voids that veil the crackling anger behind it. "You got somewhere in mind?" he asks, once again addressing the Child.

Clemency seems to straighten up a little -- no mean feat as she was already pretty upright. "I see nothing wrong in a lupus run. Burns off some energy, gets you back to nature and Gaia. Though," she adds, "call me old fashioned, but I do like to know the names of wolves I'm running with. Mine is Clemency Haynes, Fire-Burns-Forever, cliath and ahroun of the Silver Fangs, descendant of Amelia Tchigorin and her forebear Pyotr Tchigorin the klaivemaker and hero of Garbistan." This introduction is aimed fairly and squarely at Kenneth.

Stacey continues to look anxious as she stands next to the door, now held there by her offer. At Kenneth's question, she speaks up. "Um, probably around the bawn, maybe head toward the Caern." She shuts back up as Clemency launches into her introduction.

Kenneth tightens along his jawline for a touch as he regards Clemency, listening to her introduction with restraint. "Kenneth Syuusuke Saitou-Sardelis, Dagger's-Edge, cliath philodox of the Shadow Lords and member of Fenris' pack, Requiem." He focuses a bit more on his introduction, adding in as some kind of formality, "Pleasure to meet you." Finally, he breaks off the staring to look back towards Stacey. "Maybe I'll join you."

Clemency's gaze hardens a little as Kenneth states his tribe, but she remains polite if angular. "Your alpha is Brom, then? I know him. Pleased to meet you too. Shall we all three go running?" She too breaks eye contact with Kenneth and turns to the youngest garou present. "Perhaps we could even hunt down a meal. I'm in a mood to kill something. Something," she adds grimly, "other than the last death I witnessed."

Stacey lowers her gaze and pales visibly at Clemency's words. With a simple nod and without speaking further, she turns and heads out of the house

"Yeah. Brom leads the pack," Kenneth affirms, though without any due pride. Finally, after moments of sidelong glances at the Fang and sometimes direct staring, has a realization. "You're that crinos from earlier," he notes. It isn't a pleasant epiphany, but one nonetheless. Only when Stacey finally moves, does the Shadow Lord turn to make his way out as well.

[Kenneth, instead of joining the hunt, breaks off to go back to pack territory. What a grump! :p]