Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
The old church is dark, dimly lit by outside light coming in through scum-encrusted windows during the day, and tomblike during the night. There is a coatroom in the back of the nave, with separate doors leading off to mens' and womens' restrooms, and two staircases, one going up to the balcony and bell-tower, and the other leading down to the basement. The double doors leading out to the street are at the back of the coatroom.
The hard wooden pews in the sanctuary are, for the most part, still intact. There are even Bibles and hymnals left in the shelves along the back of each row, although many of them look rather chewed on. The altar on a dais at the front of the church is empty, and the lectern that once stood next to it has been knocked over. Rotting red cloth hangs at the very front of the church; there might once have been a design on it, but it has long since faded or been eaten away.
Contents:
Rina, Jay
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

She turns on him, then, as the footsteps approach her back, both hands palm-out in a violent, angry gesture. "Look," she says tightly. "Whatever I did t'you, I'm sorry. But there's nothin' I can do to change that now. Shit happened. Get /over/ it."

I am /over/ it. But I just choose not to hang around you. I don't trust you ok? You act like a real tough girl one second, then the next, a scared child. For some reason, I think your just bullshitt'n the world. And if you can't remember what you did to me, then that makes it even worse. At least you aren't the 'kiss an tell' kinda bitch I'm used ta' seeing back in High School." The Ahroun snaps right back at her. "I really don't want anything to do with you, so go ahead and paint on your fucking walls and just stay out of my way."

"I /do/ remember, thanks," she answers, flatly. The dark eyes remain steady on his, narrowed, her features taut with control. "I just don't see why it matters t'you. I'm sorry that it does. I'm sorry things fell out the way they did. But if you're that sore over not getting /laid/--" Her hands spread, flat, and she looks away. "Whatev. You want things that way, fine."

"Laid?! I am sore about being USED by a WHORE like you!" He says furiously, shifting straight into his glabro form as he clenches his fists tightly together. "Did I *KNOW* you were fucking half the god damn world?! Do you think I'd have anything to do with you if I knew that kinda shit? Just cuz your kin, doesn't mean I instantly want to hop in the fucking sack with you! I'm pissed off at you cuz I think ya used me ta' piss off yer dude, whats his name, spider. Thats why I'm ticked, One second, ya on me like a starved fox in a chicken coup, the next, yer dashing out the door behind him. THEN. Oh...this is the good part, I catch wind yer actually a frigg'n lesbian on the side. Good lord, your more fucked up then a soap opera. So that is WHY I am pissed off at you, Cuz' I felt used, and I don't wish to hang out with people like that. GOT IT!?" The massive Ahroun snaps at her, his shadow falling over the kin.

Rina's dark eyes flash to his, a momentary shine of fury in them. In the space of a breath she clamps down on a stinging retort, her teeth grinding together against it for a moment's time. Another uneven breath, hard control, and she answers him in a low, dangerous voice. "I didn't mean to use you," she says, her voice nearly calm by comparison. "Or hurt you. I'm sorry about what happened. And if you call me a whore again, I'll fill you so fulla silver you'll be shittin' it for a month. Capisce?" Her expression is tight, a mask to hide whatever fury lies behind it.

Jay grabs her by the collar of her shirt in a quick reflex and easily hefts her up in the air due to his glabro state, staring eye to eye to her. "You fucking threaten me like that again and I'll make sure your tribe kills your ass *kin*. Don't you dare forget your /place/." With that, he turns around and simply drops her, hard, fighting the urge to throw the church at her, with that, he storms out of the church, slamming the door hard behind him, letting it shake the old building for a moment.

Rina barely keeps her feet when he returns her to the floor. She stands there for a moment, breathing hard; then with a sudden burst of violence she kicks at one of the pews. It rocks slightly and then settles. She stays there for several minutes, enough time for him to be out of the immediate vicinity; by that time she is calm enough to stalk out.

A tiny whine emits from under the church pew the kin had kicked, and before the kin stalks out, a brown blur zips across from under the pew to the shadows of the church.

Rina deflates visibly. "Fuck," she mutters, running a hand back through her hair. Then she calls out, her voice hoarse and a little less than steady, "Whoever you are, I'm sorry." She slings the pack down from her shoulder, onto the pew; then she leans on the end of the bench with both hands, her head down. She slowly steadies her breathing, regains some semblance of calm.

[Rina pages: Incidentally, she's lookin' pretty hurt. Whatever it was, between them, the knife went in pretty deep.]

For a moment, nothing comes out, her apology lost to the hollow of the church. Only a soft click of claw against stone echoes the kin's words, before a pair of amber colored eyes barely makes themselves visible from the shadow of a support pillar off to the kin's left. Something, or rather someone, had been listening in on the entire fight.

Rina closes her eyes tightly for a time, and takes a deeper breath. Then she straightens, picking up the pack and slinging it onto her shoulder again. Her steps are steady but listless, the anger gone, leaving her drained in its wake. She doesn't speak again--just walks out of the church, her bruised features empty.

MacGregor Junkyard - Main Yard(#2575RJ)
In all directions, you see neat rows of piled vehicle hulks, some of them stripped down to the bare frame, others still mostly intact. Aisles lead between the piles, wide enough to drive a forklift down, some of them ending at the walls around the yard, others ending at one or another pile. Pools of various leaked fluids appear around drums that haven't held up to the years. Open sheds are distributed around the yard, with loose parts smaller than full engines neatly shelved in the sheds. This part of the yard is set off from the entrance by the main building, where the office, garage/shop, and owner's apartment are. A large doghouse occupies the space between the office and garage doors.
Contents:
Jay
Obvious exits:
Parking Lot

[Jay's homid desc
His brown eyes gleam brightly in the faint ambiance of sunlight. Brown bangs trickling down to just past his chin. Baggy blue jeans which hang comfortably upon his hips adorn his legs, the cuffs nearly covering his worn down shoes from his many miles of thrill seeking adventures. A loose black shirt envelopes his person, followed by an old denim jacket with a few heavy metal patches stitched along the sleeves and chest. He has a well build for an Ahroun. Budding muscle carress his arms and peaks upon his stomach. He is no body builder, but he can pack a punch. This is Jay, a Bone Gnawer, maybe a bit cleaner then most of his bummish cousins, he tries to hold himself in a reputable manner among his Garou brothers and sisters.]

Banecruncher pads out of the main building, yawning hugely and licking his chops.

Jay is currently pacing in a large circle, finally having shifted to his Homid form, ranting and raving under his breath, every so often kicking a rock back and forth along the ground, fuming, ready to simply blow up. The only thing that's stopping him from taking out his frustration on a broken down car, is the fact Bane says 'don't fuck with my junk'.

Squeezing through a hole in the gate and padding across the parking lot, Yi slinks around the corner of a junkpile as she follows Jay's scent, accented with the fume of anger, and watches the ahroun. Blackfurred ears lay back on her head with worry.

Banecruncher barks to let the others know he can smell them here.

Three-Blades pads out from around the junkpile, delicately whuffing to Bane, her ears still laid back as she glances a few times at Jay. Not exactly in the best of moods, he is.

Jay stops as he hears Bane near, exerting his full will over himself, then takes a deep breath. "Yo." He says simply, casting his eyes over to the two lupine.

Three-Blades sinks down to her haunches a bit further away from the pissed Jay. Turning to Banecruncher, the no-moon tries to draw her mind off what she'd witnessed earlier. This one heard of some events that happened in the city, a few days ago. The local dogs spoke of some fight between children over...candy.

Banecruncher rumbles. Yes. Twoleg cubs. Tried to kill each other. Tried to kill US. So crazed with bloodlust they were not frightened.

Jay glances over to them, taking a deep breath, calming himself. "Yah, I heard the same thang...."

Banecruncher fought at the side of Heartsight. We had to take their candy away to make them stop. Bigdog is supposed to be testing the candy to find out if it was tainted.

Giving herself a shake of fur to release a bit of agitation, the no-moon's black-furred ears rise up a little as she inquires further. Where was it? Do we have the pieces?

Banecruncher does not have any of it. Heartsight took pieces for Bigdog to study.

Three-Blades quirks her head to the side, ears now pricked. What of the rest? What happened to the children? Her tail twitches around her paws, the sign of a forever working mind.

Banecruncher had Smokes-the-Weed burn the candy that was not taken for Bigdog. The twoleg cubs were chased until they ran to their dens.

Three-Blades growls her dislike of the situation. Perhaps we should've saved some. Find where it came from. Maybe after Big Dog removes the taint, we will have more to follow. The children should be watched too.

Banecruncher rumbles in agreement. Heartsight and I hoped that Bigdog could help us find where it came from.

Three-Blades also heard of the killing of an old twolegs woman by three children. Are these two attacks related maybe? Her ears flick in musing at the thought.

Banecruncher thinks they may be. The cubs were willing to kill each other. They would easily kill an old twoleg.

Jay listens to them for a moment, then nails a rock with his foot, sending it hurdling down the path a bit, thumping against an old tire. "Man... if that candy is tainted, an its all over town....this whole place is fucked."

Giving Jay another glance, the raggie in lupine skin sinks down further onto the packed dirt, her furred belly resting against the ground. No more wrong than what has spread under the city. If we have another ~revel~, I would volunteer it to be at least a section of this city. With all the changers we gather.

Banecruncher thinks if it is, it will be showing up in more violent behavior.

The sooner Elan-rhya can teach the cleansing rite, the better, Blades rumbles. I cannot even -think- of what my homeland has been tainted with. She gives her tail a light thump against the dirt. One fishbait after another. A low growl of irritation, colored with a smoldering rage, emanates from her throat.

Banecruncher agrees. The more who know it the better.

Three-Blades rises back to her front paws, sitting with a thoughtful look at the lupus ahroun. Once BigDog has taught us the rite, we can start on a more steady paw. Her jaws open and close with a soft click, affirming the fact. What of the crescents? Is there a few you know, who can help to make ~talens~? The sewers, they are darker than the moon I was born under.

Banecruncher thinks a minute, sitting up and scratching an ear. Bigdog, Neon, Cat-Killer... He thinks a little harder. Hope-Star, Shadow-of-Blood, Snowstreak... There must be more.

Three-Blades holds her ears high, catching these names and committing them to memory. If we can have them help, it would be good.

Banecruncher agrees.

Three-Blades rises up to her paws, and sinks a little forward, her nose nearly touching the ground as her hind muscles bunch together. She gazes at the fullmoon lupus with a playful light. Then, she pounces at him, grabbing the ahroun by his scruff between her jaws, tasting the fur along her pink tongue.

Banecruncher barks and pushes toward you, using his superior muscle and weight to bear you backwards.

Three-Blades being the weaker, lets go, rearing and backing up a bit before lowering back down to four paws, her ears splaying and jaws open in a lupine grin. A bark and jump later, Bane finds the ragabash at the end of his tail, clamped on and eyes shining. Her own tail wags behind her, whipping through the air.

Banecruncher growls playfully and spins, trying to catch Yi's tail the way she's caught his.

Three-Blades yips through a jaw of tail and spins with the ahroun, keeping her tail just centimeters away from the bigger dog's snapping teeth as the two of them whirl around in a furry circle that stops and starts with a flurry of play. Almost once, his jaws clip off a hair before she whips it away and the two resume their tight chase.

Banecruncher barks happily and bounds after Three-Blades, his tail high and waving like a flag as he chases the smaller dog. Gonna get you! Gonna get you!

Three-Blades breaks off the circle first, running instead in a straight line zooming toward a small degraded car frame. She skids to a halt at the place where the headlights would be and barks back. Can't catch me, fullmoon. Rrowff! She pauses, tongue lolling. With a quick lick against her wet nose, she takes off behind the car, bounding across the junkyard with her tail streaked out behind her.

Banecruncher charges after you, baying with the excitement of the chase. Gonna get you! Gonna get you! Gonna get you! When it comes to avoiding the junked cars, he's a lot more agile than you're used to seeing. Apparently, he has some incentive...

Three-Blades leads the ahroun towards the end of the yard, ears back to listen for the larger dog's thumping paws. Right at the last pile of scrap metal she spins around to face the fullmoon and leaps upward to the right. Her paws skid briefly on a carhood before she sails over a toaster oven, a few tires, and a broken toilet bowl before landing on her paws behind pile and turns around a second junk pile. The tip of her tail disappears behind a rusted pot.

[From afar, to the room, Banecruncher blinks. Errr..this is a junkyard, not a dump, you know...vehicles and vehicle parts only...
Long distance to the room: Three-Blades ohs. ^^ Make sense. Ah, well... *speedily rewrites pose*]

Banecruncher charges down the alley toward the departing Yi, then leaps for her as she spins to leap. He hits the wall with all four paws and uses it to propel himself back, just in time to see her do a vanishing act over one of the vehicle hulk piles.

Three-Blades bounds towards the front of the yard, listening for the ahroun behind her and waiting for that right moment.

Banecruncher bounds back up the alley and stretches out with his nose and ears to try locating the other garou. Ah-ha! He pounds toward the front of the yard, baying like a hunting hound.

Three-Blades slows to a halt at a midheight pile of around 5 cars. She turns her amber gaze to the charging bull terrier slash wolf, then her body to face the oncoming hunting hound.

Banecruncher puts on a burst of speed, covering the ground in sprinter's leaps as he aims for the smaller wolf like a furry cannonball.

Three-Blades lowers to her haunches, lean muscles compacting in power like springs. When she is sure the ahroun can't change his bound towards her, she jumps up and to the right, her paws landing and scraping claws against a carhood before turning again to face him.

Kaz, as usual when visiting the junkyard, leaps over the backwall in lupus, shifts up to homid, and heads towards noises, grinning.

Banecruncher slams head-first into the pile of vehicles, hard enough to shake them. At least he had enough time to make it shoulder-first, rather than thick-headed skull first. Woof. He staggers away, trying to look in control.. I meant to do that...I mean to do that...

Kaz calls, none too softly, "Yo, folks!"

Three-Blades cocks her head to the side, gazing at the ahroun from her spot on the hood. At Kaz's yell, she turns her attention in the direction of the sound and barks. Hey!

Three-Blades yips to the cruncher as she hops off the car nimbly. She gives him a soft compensation lick before padding towards Kaz. Cub? Who?

"I dunno," Kaz says, almost cheerfully. "I just got a fuckin' Kinfetch nippin' at my head an' tryin' to drive me fuckin' batty, so I figure, I get friends, I follow it, we find the damn cub. Yeah?"

Agreed. The raggie in wolf's clothing turns her eyes back towards Banecruncher and barks. You gonna be ok? Her tail swishes in anticipation.

[Baney disconnected, but afterwards it was assumed, yeah. Hard headed ahroun? He'll be ok. ;) Onward!]