3/10/2006

09:31 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (75% full).
It is currently 21:22 Pacific Time on Fri Mar 10 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is lightly snowing. The temperature is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southeast at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.61 and rising, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius.)

SCCU: The Quad(#3990RJ$)
Like most colleges, St. Claire City University has an area known only as 'the Quad'. This is it. Sidewalks criss-cross the perfectly rectangular grassy area in a web to connect one dull concrete and darkened glass block-shaped building to another. Still, the grass is green most of the year, and well-trimmed brightly-shaded flowers and manicured shrubs manage to soften the harsh grey of the architecture. Small groves of trees dot the landscape of the lawn randomly to provide shade and to break up the monotony.
The dome of the student union building can be seen off in the distances behind several buildings and some trees. A sign post points out that the suitcase-like buildings you spy to the north are dormitories. A 'sign' in front of Curtiss advertises on-campus activities.
Contents:
Xia
Obvious exits:
Student Union  Dormitory  Campustown  

The snow that has started to fall empties the Quad out. But there is still Kenneth, standing under one of the lamps that have come on at the hint of twilight. Tennis bag hoisted over his shoulder, he doesn't have an umbrella to keep the white flakes from settling upon him. But he doesn't seem to mind. The philodox leans against the cold metal pole, breath puffing slowly out in the evening air.

Xia walks out of one of the buildings after a study session. She looks around her as sje walks before she notices Kenneth. The kinwoman begins waving towards him, wondering if he notices her. She is bundled up in her wintercoat and gloves.

Kenneth doesn't notice. Given that he's half-huddled (or an approximation of it) for some warmth, perhaps recuperating from something, he appears to be not all that self-composed, for the moment. Eventually he does recover though, and starts to walk away from the lamppost. He draws the coat around him closer.

"Kenneth!" Xia calls out. She shivers a little at the cold, although she is used to winters.

Kenneth turns around, hearing his name called. Squinting slightly, he picks out the kin and nods slightly, indicating he's seen her. "Hey," he greets. A hand pushes his hair out of his face - looks like he needs another cut. "Y'just got outta class? How late is it?"

"I had a study session," Xia corrects the Philodox. She pulls up the sleeve of her coat to read her watch. "Not too late," she replies. Her eyes flicker up towards him and she shakes her head in disgust. "What are you doing standing out here in the cold?"

Kenneth seems to just manage to catch that look of disgust and he scrapes out a reply behind the touch of anger flashing past his eyes. "Nothin'. Not a goddamn thing you need to worry about." It's said through gritted teeth.

"Kenneth, I worry about you." Xia replies. She would reach her hand out to him, but she is too busy carrying her textbooks in her arms.

He flinches away at the touch, stepping back. "You say that, but you look at me like I'm pathetic. I see it in your eyes," Kenneth hisses back.

Xia shrugs her shoulders and then begins to turn to walk away.

Kenneth scowls at her back at first, black eyes staring. It isn't until she is a couple feet off that he says aloud, "Wait, Xia." Though he speaks it, he doesn't step forward. The snow continues to fall.

Xia stops in her tracks, buts he doesn't turn around to look back at Kenneth. She stands still where she is and allows the snow to gather on her shoulders.

Kenneth sighs out tiredly, eyes closing for a moment. "'m sorry," he adds, stepping forward to close the space up. "Wasn't good enough that I ditched the sept, but I shouldn't be a dick to you either. You don't deserve it." His voice carries low, faltering slightly on the tone. And then, as if to try and put something forth that is more casual, "Where's your umbrella?"

Xia turns to face Kenneth but she doesn't directly look towards him. "Why did you leave the sept?" she replies in a soft tone, not to be overheard dispite that they are the only two around this part of campus this time of night.

Kenneth isn't exactly looking back directly either, with his eyes looking somewhere more along her shoulderline. "It's .. not too long a story, but still. Probably shouldn't stand out here and talk about it." He starts to offer his hand at first, hesitates, and then follows through. "At least, let's get outta the snow huh?"

"I'm heading to my car," she replies. Either he can join her or stay here, she gave him his choices befoer turning and walking out towards her vechile.

Kenneth chooses to go with. In silence, they walk to the car, and by then the real cold rains have started to fall in replacement to the snow. He rounds to the passenger side, looking anywhere but directly at the kinswoman. Yet there is an anticipation to say something, a tension hanging in that balance. It continues to linger, mingling with the crisp, chill air.

Xia opens the car doors and slips into the driver's side seat. She places her books on the seat behind her before she places in the key to start the engine. She doesn't say anything to Kenneth once she closes the door, staring straight ahead.

"Y'know, Brom and Nikolai left," Kenneth says after he's seated himself in the car. The tennis bag is placed on the backseat. He even took care to brush himself off before getting the car, though it seems like an old habit.

"No," Xia replies. "I didn't even know this Nikolai, and that Brom never treated me with any respect." She wrinkles up her nose. She knows that she has said to much, thus she bites her lip to refrain from saying anything more.

Kenneth doesn't seem particularly angered by this. "Well they're gone. Michael too. Requiem got shrunk to 3. Just me, Dillen an' Kev. Dillen... he took Alpha." There is a grudging acceptance of this in his voice, and it remains as he continues on. "We announced it at moot. We're movin' back to the city here... territory is the university campus." He looks back to the kin now, finally, eyes on her.

Xia looks towards Kenneth, expecting him to say something else once he his finished. As his eyes turn to her, she merely lifts her eyebrow. "Well..." she says, assuming that there is something else that perhaps she is not understanding.

Kenneth looks away when she looks at him. Out the windshield, at the scape. "So... I'll be around more. I told you I left. I meant, I'm not goin' back there. I haven't set foot at the farmhouse or the bawn, or the caern, and I don't plan to. Fuck 'em, y'know?" He frowns slowly, jawline tensing. "When Brom left, he left a position - Master of the Challenge. I thought I'd be able to take that on. But, apparently not."

"Is that why you left?" the kinwoman asked. "Just because you didn't get your way?" She shakes her head to the Philodox.

Kenneth jerks up sharply. "No," he retorts quickly, angrily at first. "I don't care if I lost the challenge for the position. But... there's no point in stayin' in a place where you're not welcome."

"Why are you not welcomed?" Xia asks. She turns up the heat as she allows the car to idle for a few minutes to get it warmed up. The kin also turns on the radio to a classical music channel but has the volume on low.

Kenneth sinks back into the seat, a frustration settling into his tone. "You know what happened to Lucas? Jarred?" he asks in return, testing the water between them. "Did anyone ever tell you?"

"No," Xia replies to Kenneth.

"Fuck." Kenneth groans aloud, as a wave of turmoil boils up anew. "No one? Well... of course not. No one outside the Shadow Lords gives a fuck about Shadow Lords after all," he growls out. Then he turns in his seat, so that he faces the woman. Then, in a flat, matter-of-fact tone, he says simply, "I killed Jarred." He lets this fact sink in.

Xia looks towards Kenneth. "And they are giving you trouble about Jarred's death?" she asks, but it is more than a comment than a question. "And no one else has ever killed another Garou before?" She shakes her head and looks down at the steering wheel.

"I didn't do it alone," Kenneth says slowly. "Lucas and I did. Jarred managed to kill Lucas. But there is more. You see... Lucas was tainted. One too many frenzies, one too many Thralls. He started.. He started eating people. And by the time we found him, that was it. Jarred told us not to say anything, sayin' this was a tribal matter. And I didn't either, 'cause look at the sept out there. They'd've killed Lucas. But even though we thought Lucas was alright after awhile, he wasn't. Then others found him. The whole sept found out. Murder might be alright in the Garou world, but eating people and violating caerns isn't. Point is... I got kicked out once the punishment was given. One month's time, and that was being lenient - so I hear."

"Fine," Xia replies. "Then, I don't belong to this Sept either." It matters less than Kenneth, but she sounds fairly confidet in her tone. "No one outside the tribe is going to get anything from me anymore and I am certainly am not going to supply them with anything any longer."

Kenneth shakes his head. "You don't get it. You can't tell that shit to Vera. She's Sept Alpha, she can /make/ you contribute. Like bein' held at gunpoint, sure. But that ain't what your grandfather wanted, wasn't it? Look. I don't need to make more waves. Just lettin' you know that I'm not gonna be goin' out there much. The only thing I can manage is to do some hunting out there. Money ran out a long time ago, even the stuff you gave me. But if anyone asks where I am... then you don't know. Kay?"

Xia wrinkles up her nose. She pulls up her purse and looks around inside it before finding a fifty. "Here," she replies, handing it over to him. "I am afraid that you cannot come to my place tonight, my suite mate its there." she replies.

Kenneth looks down at the bill, then up at the kin. With a small dip of his head, he takes the money and utters his thanks. "It's cool. I'll find a place to sleep. There's that lounge that's open. Or the Walker safehouse. Anyway... I'm sorry about earlier. This shit is just, it's all comin' back. I thought it was done and over with, but it's a lot harder to get over it than I thought before."

Xia shrugs again, thinking nothing over the anger directed towards her. "I'll try to help with what I can." she replies.

Kenneth doesn't withhold the sigh, but when it does come out it's filled with a multitude of inner conflict. Saying little more, he opens up the door and steps out, also pulling his bag out from the backseat. "Thanks again." Then he shuts the doors, and starts off in the parkinglot.