Allie's expression droops. "Aw, come on," she says to Jay, glancing over towards Jay. "I'm not gonna do _that_."

Jarred speaks up. "I wouldn't, Allie."

Jay hmphs at Allie. "I'm from California young missy. I happen to know all about 'getting' high. And its not cool, especially for 'rage filled' Garou who are usually 'over emotional'. The last thing we need, is 5 crinos's flying out the church, laughing at rainbow colored chevie's floating in mid air."

Nevada looks approving of Jay/McGruff the Crime Dog, even if he's a little disappointed. A not so Silent Stoner would have been a hit.

Joey snorts under his breath. "'Sides," he mutters, mostly to Ethan. "I ain't that desperate."

Allie stares at Jay. "Look at the colors," she says, giggling. "Come on. I've never done that before, man." She plods towards Jay and reaches for the small joint. "I'd never fuck around with someone, believe _me_.

Jay eyes her for a moment, then casts his eyes over to the Shadow Lord, raising a brow. "What do you think Jarred?"

((Joey pages to the room: Hey, Yi. Welcome. It's a Very Special Episode of GarouMUSH. ;) )) [Note: I'll bet it is.]

It's a lot of people down in the basement. That, and the smell of pot in the air, is what Yi would sense on arrival. "Yeah, let 'er have a hit, man, you're spoiling the mood," Ethan complains. "Like I'm gonna screw her, get real! Elan's getting me some prostitute anyway."

[See what I mean? Shiny, Happy Garou smoking pot...]

Jarred says "I just wouldn't do it." He turns to Allie. "First of all, you're gonna cough up both lungs, and you'll be miserable. Second of all, you're better than that.""

Joey turns a bleary eye to Ethan. "No shit?"

Jay blinks slightly at Ethan and raises a brow. "Um..... happy birthday?" He resists making a short comment, then flicks the end of the blunt, eyeing it suspiciously. "Fine.." He hands it to Allie. "But don't say I didn't warn ya, but I sho' ain't ganna play babysitter."

Lured in by the voices she heard floating up from the basement, Yi gazes down at the gathering from the top of the stairs. Her dark eyes glint in the dim light as she watches the proceedings, smelling that all too familiar drug. There is a faint rustle as she folds a piece of paper in her hands and shoves it into her jean pocket.

Junior arches an eyebrow at Ethan. "Yeah?"

Allie regards the joint for a moment. The angel and the devil on her shoulders bitch together about the fact of smoking it or not smoking, and she eyes Ethan. "You're gonna screw around with a _prostitute_?" she exclaims, and the joint drops to the ground. "What the hell!" The smoke has slightly gotten to her, for she coughs. "You're really...damn. Ew. Ew, ew, EW."

Jarred grins. "Good form, Allie. Your stock just went up a few points."

Jay heads back to the door, patting Jarred slightly on the shoulder, giving him a firm squeeze. "I'm ganna go topside, watch the church for a bit.... " He shrugs broad shoulderly. "If ya need me, just call."

Ethan watches Allie, laughing as she drops the joint. "Man, you're -wasting- it, Christ, see if I give you anything again," he says, but he doesn't sound all too upset about it, not at all. Like a fish plopped out of water he's just lying in his nest of blankets. "Yeah, Elan's cool like that, it's my birthday present. 'Cause damn, I really need to get laid. Joey does, too," he says, snorting.

Jarred says "Well, anymore of this shit and you'll be doing each other, you two. Jesus..."

Junior looks at Jarred...and just laughs.

Allie eyes Ethan. "You're _weird_." In this mode, her accent from her hometown of Boston is definitely noticable as she approaches Ethan and playfully kicks him in the side. "You do need to get laid." She laughs. "You're pa-freakin'-thetic."

Jay grins a bit at Jarred, almost as if sharing some kinda inside joke, he can't help but laugh. "Heh..they sho' look make fo' each otha." He grins, heading out the door. "Later guys. Take care."

Yi glowers as she spies the joint on the floor, her eyes sharp enough to catch the dimming flame even at her distance. She turns with a quiet growl as Jay comes towards the stairs, a creak betraying her presence as she walks back towards the church's altar.

The smell of pot hangs in the air some, and Joey's one of the stoned folks, one out of two. He gives Ethan a suspicious look, then hears Allie exclaim, and drops the joint. Priorities first, for this Gnawer. he leans forward, picking the joint back up, cupping it in the palm of his hand as he takes another hit, passing it to Ethan. "Shee-it," he says. "All I got from Elan was that he'd make me meet some Kin." As Jarred speaks, the Raggie turns his head. "How many times," he mutters, then lets out the smoke in a sigh. "Listen, whatever folks think, I don't go there."

Normally, there'd be some sort of knee-jerk reaction, probably a violent one, with that insinuation from Jarred. But not this afternoon. Nope, Ethan's cruising along in a pleasantly mellow state of existence for once in his life. He fumbles to catch Allie's foot, and misses. "Yeah, I'm pathetic," he says, grinning. "But I'm gonna get some, which is better'n -you-."

"Should I be offended or glad you don't want to sleep with me?" Allie queries outloud, and kicks at Ethan's side again, laughing.

Junior snickers at Joey. "Wish I had a camera..."

"See ya, Jaywalk," Nevada says, wiggling his fingers in a wave. He catches sight of Yi, and her subsequent exit. Glancing around, he decides this bunch of puppies isn't going anywhere. He heads up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. "Hey, Fortune Cookie!"

Ethan gives a soft grunt with the next kick, even if it isn't really hard. "You should be glad," he answers, as he makes another clumsy attempt at catching the Strider's foot. "'Cause you'd be up shit creek if you did anything with anyone, that's T-R-O-U-B-L-E, and the T stands for charach."

Allie grins. "Yeah. Don't fuck Joey 'cause that would be bad: gay charaching."

Yi pauses in her turn, seeing Nev coming to meet her. She merely growls under her breath, but stops in her exit nonetheless, waiting for the cub.

Jarred says "Oh really? Which of them is female?"

"I don't wanna know," Allie states, before turning and plodding over towards where the dead joint lays. She smashes it unceremoniously with a foot.

Joey passes the joint back to Ethan, as he proves Get Cannot Spell. The Gnawer falls back, rolling over the blankets in laughter again. He looks to Junior. "Don't ya dare."

Jarred grins at Allie.

Ethan says, in louder protest now, "God, I do -so- much not swing that way." It's not angry protest, just vocal. "I'm strictly, uh, AC. Or is it DC? Whichever one means I'm not queer."

"I don't wanna know," Allie states, before turning and plodding over towards the stairs. "I should go. Y'all are perverts."

Junior grins at Allie. "Hey...not all of us are." He gestures towards Ethan and Joey. "Only them." He glances back at Joey and snickers.

Ethan takes one final hit off the joint before declaring it a lost cause. It's smoked down almost to the end by this point, and he pushes it down on the cement ground once again to snuff it out. And, as before, burns his fingers in the process. "Ow, fuck, did it again," he swears as he starts shaking his hand out.

"Wait up, Yi," Nevada says. "Whas' wrong?"

Allie begins to sing. "Oops, Ethan did it again...he burned his hand on a joint, oh, baby, baby..." Thank Gaia she stops, for she's laughing. Joey calls after Allie, chuckling. "Ain't nothing but mammals. And I don't go for guys, either." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, towards Ethan, "And If I did, I bet I could do better'n that."

Jarred turns and follows the others upstairs, wordlessly.

Yi doesn't look at the cub, her gaze stuck on Ethan for the moment. She doesn't say a word, turning and heading towards the church pews instead. You climb up the stairs to the ground floor of the church.

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.
Obvious exits:
Street Basement

Jarred looks mildly concerned. "Everything ok here, Nevada?"

Yi walks over to a pew and sits, her head leaned back and staring at the ceiling, unnoticing of the downstairs arrivals.

Allie is coughing as she comes out. "Christ," she says, patting her chest absently. She glances around the church and offers, "Hi."

"Aw, Yi, dey jes jackassin aroun," Nevada says as he follows the Ragabash, smiling nonchalantly. "We wasn' gonna let 'em do notin too stupid." He nods at Jarred, gathering support.

Jarred nods. "I can't say I approve of it, but... I got there late."

Yi growls under her breath, disappointed in the least. After a period of silence, she says quietly, levelly, "What would you have done, if things got out of hand?" Her coffee brown gaze stares up at Nevada, flickering briefly to Jarred and Allie.

"Beat the fuck out 'em," Nevada answers just as nonchalantly. "Dey couln't even -sit- straight witout fallin off 'afloor... dey more wiggly'n our Fianna buddy, Gets-Down. An if dey could," he says, managing his best punkass thug look,"Me'n Jarred put 'em dere place quick."

Allie is quiet. "I wouldn't do anything _that_ dumb," she reports.

Jarred smiles. "That, my dear Allie, is precisely the point. When you do that shit, you lose control. You might end up doing things that you never thought you'd do. Look at Ethan... proud Ethan... He's a perfect example."

Yi sighs and sits up, averting her gaze from the cub to the Slord and Strider. "Probably. And then the elders of their tribes would find reason enough to beat them more. If they'd gotten out of this church, the Veil would've been in danger," she notes quietly, before shrugging. "Perhaps it is the way you do things here," the new-moon gnawer adds.

"Proud Ethan?" Allie echoes. She finds this amusing, by her expression, but she doesn't offer any laughter towards Jarred's comment.

Jarred nods. "Ethan is the proudest young Get I've yet to meet, though he has precious little to back it up. Do you think he's normally choose to wallow about in a pile of dirty laundry like a slug, whining about how desperately he needs to get laid, even by a prostitute?" He smiles. "I think not..."

"From the compny we got in here," Nevada says, putting a fist to his palm. "Dey wouln't leave the church." He smiles. "An dey Ragabash, Yo Yo. Grannit, pretty dumbass ones at the moment, but hey."

"I came to see if you knew where Ethan was, to tell him that Chaser-rhya would be searching for him. We will be scouting the sewers a second time, with the Get's help and a bigger party," Yi continues, though appearing nonchalant. She gives no comment to the Galliard cub about ragabash being dumbass.

Jarred steps forward and puts a hand on Yi's shoulder. "It's ok, Yi. There are more than enough of us responsible types to keep up with those of us who aren't."

Ethan is less giggly by this point, though he's still quite definitely not in a fit mood to show up around any of his elders. But, he comes bearing a box of Twinkies, which he waves around in offering. "Hey Allie, gotcha something."

With a quiet sigh Yi gazes at the Shadow Lord and nods, stuffing her own animosities down as Ethan comes up from the stairs. Her eyebrow raises, but she keeps silent after that.

Joey is munching on a Twinkie of his own, coming up behind Ethan and leans against the doorjamb to the basement. The Ragabash seems to have calmed down a lot from before, and is now content to stand and listen.

Either Joey is a pure ragamuffin, or the clothes teenagers wear today have edged towards the 'vagrant' look. By the dirty face he has, it is probably the former. He's short, only five-foot-four, though his build is unable to be seen under the baggy clothes he has on. His hair, mostly hidden under a ratty tan baseball cap, is a plain, nondescript brown, and looks like it was cut with a butter knife.

Ethan pitches a Twinkie underhanded to Allie; up to her to make the catch or not. "So what's up?" he asks, pantomining a throw to Yi to test and see if she wants one as well. The first was a decent toss, all things considering.

Junior trails up behind the two stoners, grinning.

Banecruncher pads through the front doors and sniffs to see who's here.

Nevada heads on over to the Asian Gnawer, determined to lighten her up a little. "Hey, I almose f'got," he begins with a grin.

Rina opens the door just enough to slip inside--and then glances down as a lean dog moves past her. She blinks a little, brow furrowing as she studies the small gathering; for a moment she watches, hanging back by the door, backpack slung over one shoulder.

Shifting her seat from the pew seat to the back of the pew, Yi shakes her head politely at Ethan, raising a hand slightly. Banecruncher's claws clicking against the floor draws her attention and she turns to see the Gnawer ahroun. On the same pass she sees Rina and offers a nod in greeting before turning back towards the church altar. "Looks like full night."

Allie has been silent this whole time. The Silent Strider cub has placed herself seated upon a pew, glancing around at the gathering with an amued expression. As the Twinkie is thrown at her, she catches it just in time, and looks to Ethan. "Did you spit on this?"

Ethan shrugs a little at Yi, and promptly tumbles himself down to sit on one of the church pews, which is nearest to him. He keeps his feet stuffed out toward the aisle and an almost pleasant smile on his lips. It's a rare good mood for the Get. "Hey, person," he says, at the sight of Rina. "Strange person. Is she a G--" That was close. He just -barely- catches himself in time, morphing the word into an awkward sounding conclusion. "Guest?"

Banecruncher's muzzle wrinkles at the smoky aroma. Great. Twolegs breathing smoke again.

"I was gonna paint," Rina answers, her voice hoarse and quiet. "But, ah..." The girl's mouth curves in a faint, cynical half-smile. "Guess now isn't a good time."

"So guess what, Yi?" Nevada says with a grin. That expression fades a little as he catches sight of Rina. "Hold'at tought a minute, ya.. ?"

Banecruncher bumps Rina as he walks past her, rumbling in his chest. Stupid kin outta know better than to threaten with silver. Gonna get herself throated she doesn't watch out.

Ethan misses Allie's question, short attention span having already drifting to other absent objects of interest. He's having a hard time staying focused on any one thing at this point. Conversations are especially difficult to follow if they intersect too much, so he gives up on that after a while. "So who're you?" he calls over to Rina, curiously. "And why're you painting? And... stuff?"

Joey pushes himself away from teh doorjamb, to walk, albeit slowly, over to another pew to sit down and finish his meal of a single Twinkie. He nods once to the oritental woman, saying quietly. "I don't think we met, but..." he looks as the Kin walks past. "Might not be right to talk about it now."

Allie takes a bite of the Twinkie, cautious. No abnormalities except for the wrong appearance of the cream filling, but she eats it. "Hi," the philodox directs towards Rina, head tilting.

Rina wets her lips, a touch of nervousness in her posture. She shuts the door behind her, but remains where she is, ready to leave at a moment's notice. "Jay isn't here, is he?" She looks to someone she knows, for the answer; Allie is the only one who fits the description at the moment.

"He left. He _was_ here, but he left," Allie confirms, standing. The teenager plods over to Rina and adds, "I have no idea where he went."

Yi might be the only one remotely fine with Rina's presence, though even her gaze flickers over the kin with a caution. She nods to Joey, knowing intros will come later. "This is Rina," she introduces to the others that don't know her. Her eyes cast around for a moment, as if scanning for someone she may have missed. "Jay's not here," her tone comes a bit hard, remembering something from before.

Rina lets out a breath, apparently relieved. She glances over the strangers, sharp eyes taking in faces, cataloguing them quickly. "We all family, here?"

Ethan swivels around on the church pew, so he's looking over the back of it toward where Rina's at. The stare is rather open. And, lacking in impulse control, he says the first thought that pops into his drug-fevered little mind. "You're pretty hot, by the way. In case you didn't know. Hi."

Junior bites his lip, trying not to laugh.

Joey's eyes focus just as Rina asks the question. He clamps his mouth shut, waiting for someone else to speak. Unfortunately, that would be Ethan, and his comment causes Joey's eyes to squint, as if he is about to start laughing his ass off.

"All family," Nevada replies as he strolls on over to her. "So, Rina.. "

Rina chokes on a laugh, herself, blinking once or twice and not quite suppressing a rather amused smile. "Inside voice inside, outside voice outside," she answers lightly. "Rina Vencenzo, Glasswalker Kin. Doubt you'll remember it tomorra, though."

Rina's dark eyes flick to Nevada's approach, noting it, and then she looks back to Ethan, Yi, and Joey.

Ethan shoots Joey as an injured look. "Dude, she is, what're you laughing about? Go eat another Twinkie." Not that Joey's got the box of them. They're set out on the bench seat next to him, and that's where he reaches now, pulling out one. "Oh, I'm Ethan, if we're introducing ourselves. So now you know."

Yi, seeing that nothing is too out of place, quietly slides back down into the pew, casting her gaze at Banecruncher for a moment. Her hand slips to her pocket, a casual motion.

Allie pipes up, for the unenlightened: "Ethan is currently stoned like the idiot he is." The Strider cub cants her head towards the Get ragabash and then says to Rina, "I don't think we even introduced ourselves, anyway. I'm Allison."

Joey's expression changes suddenly, remembering some conversation from a few days ago. "I'm Joey," he says, trying to sound as clear-voiced as possible. "You're...you're Kinfolk?"

Rina offers the girl a hand, the back of it smeared with dried paint here and there. "Nice t'meetcha." She looks over to Joey and nods. "Glasswalker kin, yeah." She wets her lips again, a nervous little gesture. "You all Gnawers?"

Allie's head shakes. "I'm not," she says, running a hand through her hair; her other hand shakes Rina's as polite as possible, and she pulls away, stepping back.

Junior grins. "Most of us."

Ethan gives a snort. "Hell no, I'm Get. I don't know why I associate with this rabble." Meanwhile, he unpeels the wrapper from the Twinkie, and takes a large, messy bite. "I've got kin brothers in town. Chris is one. You know him? He went to some kin party a couple of weeks ago."

"Don be shy, dey won' bite. Not even Ethan dere. Well, too much anyway. He a Get." Nevada holds out a hand for her backpack, all politeness, even if there's something mischevious in his eyes. "Lemme help ya wit'at."

On the note of introductions, Yi nods to Joey and Junior. "Yi Ling, Three-Blades. Cliath New-moon Gnawer." She brushes a hand through her hair, though a few strands of wild bangs fall back down around her face.

Rina gives Allie a quick, awkward smile, and then glancing to Ethan. She gives a nod. "Yeah, I met him." The tigereye gaze slide to Nevada, when he speaks, and she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. "S'aright. I don't think I'll paint, anyway, with this little party goin' on."

Junior arches an eyebrow at Yi, and smiles. "Pete Barlow Junior, called Junior and Tall-As-A-Tree. Cliath ahroun Gnawer."

Joey chuckles softly. "Most of us. Joey Driscoll, Smokes-the-Weed," he breezes /right/ over that deed-name, "or Shotgun. Claith No-Moon with the Gnawers."

Rina's eyes snap to Junior, narrowing slightly, measuring. "You're *Barlow's* kid?"

Ethan reaches beside him into the Twinkie box and readies another one of the snack cakes for a throw. Right now, it just gets tossed up and down in hand.

Junior grins at Rina. "Yep. He's my dad."

Nevada waves a hand. "No problem," he says with a cool smile,"Looks like ya can handle it anyway." He adds something in a lower voice, one eyebrow lifted. Long distance to the room: Yi just realized Rina's only got Allie and Yi to protect her. lol!

Allie exhales a heavy breath, and decides to introduce herself properly: "Allison Gardiner. Silent Strider philodox, cliath, and called Guides-the-Dead. Allie, otherwise."

Banecruncher pads through the room and nudges the stoners, just hard enough to see if they'll lose their balance. Silly twolegs. He looks up at Junior. You're Chugs cub?

Rina's smile fades a fraction; straightening, she looks over and up into Nevada's face. There's a sudden guardedness in her eyes. "I don't think I know your name," she says quietly.

Ethan is sitting down. Even he's not uncoordinated enough to lose his balance while he's sitting. After Banecruncher's already left he makes an attempt at swatting the mutt. And, in fact, it rouses him into motion. He crosses the aisle to slide in next to Joey, Twinkie still in hand.

Nevada's lips pull into a slow smile, noting the change in the woman's expression. He's just as polite and pleasant as ever, for a stupidass punk kid. He offers a hand. "Nevada Madison, Sheeps-Clothing. Galliard an Bone Gnawa, cub ta One-Rage. How ya doin tnite, A--er, Rina?"

"Galliard and Bone Gnawer and trying to get laid, more like it." That would be Ethan, then, calling out from the peanut gallery. "Too polite, dude."

Junior nods to Banecruncher. "Yep. That's me."

Yi stands up from her spot on the pew, moving towards the front of the church. There she stops at the altar area and watches. She seems a little disturbed, or perhaps she's just getting over the scene with the drugs. Her gaze goes past Rina, towards the door of the church, sort of glazed over.

Joey covers his mouth with a hand as Ethan comes over. As the Get speaks again, his eyes widen. "Jealous," he mutters to the Get.

Rina's expression tightens, visibly. "Madison, huh." She takes the offered hand only briefly, her grip rather strong. "Thought you were s'posed to be tough." Her voice is dry, a little edged.

Banecruncher rumbles as he peers at Junior. Got a lot to live up to.

Ethan watches events across the church with an amused (and, of course, stoned) smile, nudging Joey with his elbow after a moment. He leans over to whisper something to the Gnawer.

"Naw, I'm a regula pansy," Nevada answers, his grip strong in reply. He folds his arms, whispering something to her.

Joey leans into listen to Ethan's whispering, then pulls away. He gives Ethan a look as if he just pulled out a huge bag of weed and offered to share it with him. Oh, wait... The Gnawer shakes his head, and whispers back to the other male Raggie.

Junior nods to Banecruncher. "I know."

Rina's jaw tightens visibly, but she doesn't look away; the meeting between these two is almost turning into a staredown. Her eyes are sharper now, narrowed, measuring a threat. "Yeah," she says dryly. " "I could say the same about you."

Yi pulls out a piece of paper from her pocket, unfolding it with a quiet rustle. It looks pretty much like a regular piece of lined paper that she studies quietly before refolding and placing it in her pocket along with a few other items stuck in there.

Whispered conversations are all the rage these days. Ethan answers Joey in that same quiet tone, a few sentences this time, dropping a glance down toward the bench pew at the end.

Joey looks at Ethan again, a glare starting in his eyes as he answers again.

Yi raises an eyebrow as she spies all the whispering flying back and forth. She glances at Banecruncher, wondering if the gnawer lupus is hearing anything of interest.

Nevada still has that pleasant, smiley look. All American boy. His own gaze is hard to decipher, too shallow, too dull, just all surface shine. "You hear den dat me'n Sammy was tight? He a good friend. Was, anyway."

Ethan slides out of the church pew. This time, his muttering is loud enough for those who are paying attention to catch. "Dude, you -so- much need to get laid, talk to Elan about setting you up," he advises, just trying to be friendly. Oblivious to the mounting confrontation between Nevada and Rina, he's sauntering himself right down the center aisle, angling for the exit.

Junior chuckles softly as he settles down into a pew near Ethan and Joey.

Rina's smile is tight, cool, the look in her eyes brittle. "I'm sorry to hear that," she answers. There is a dagerous tension in her posture now, and she slowly crosses her arms.

Junior hmms. "Hey, Ethan?"

Ethan bats a hand over the tops of pews as he passes, getting four or five down from Junior before he catches the call, and turns. "Hey Ethan what Ethan?"

Junior shakes his head. "Unless you REALLY gotta be somewhere, maybe you oughta go downstairs and sleep a bit."

Yi's eyes harden slightly, noticing Rina and Nevada's little battle of wills.

Joey just leans back, utterly drained of caring anymore. "Whatever," Joey says in Ethan's direction, and he turns himself away from the others to just look somewhere else right now.

Ethan waves off Junior, only to discover that, hey, there's still a Twinkie in his hand. He starts unwrapping it as he continues toward the exit. "Nah, it's all cool," he assures Junior.

Junior shakes his head at Ethan. "C'mon....I told Jay I'd keep an eye on you guys. Least wait a little bit more."

Nevada nods coolly, just a bit distractedly, as if Rina were talking about the weather and he was just trying to make polite conversation. "So, wah, any p'tickla reason f'all dat? I mean, hell, the guy piss me off some time too... " he shrugs.

Rina's smile is faint, cold. "Self-defense," she answers softly, as if it should be obvious.

Ethan, unless physically restrained or descended upon by aliens, is pretty well bound to be out the door. "I am going back to sleep it off," he calls back to Junior. It's only one he gets to the door that he pauses, first to fumble at the knob, then to look back at the confrontration between Rina and Nevada. "Hey, if they throw down, I've got five bucks riding on whats-her-name, Rina."

Junior sighs..and gets to his feet, heading towards Ethan. "Sleep it off downstairs."

With a terse little laugh, Rina finally looks away from Nevada, to reach over and set a hand on the door. "Easy, kid."

Joey isn't paying attention to either, so hasn't heard Junior and Ethan's exchange. Something seems to be bugging the male Raggie, and he gets up to stalk downstairs.

Nevada's eyes narrow, the first crack in his pleasant facade. He smooths it over an instant later, all smiles again. "Easy? Yah, I'm sure at somethin y'know all about, sweetheart."

Ethan frowns. It takes a second for his brain to click over, and come up with some alternative plan here. "Yo, chica, hands off the door I need to scram." And he's flat out ignoring Junior.

Junior snorts softly. "C'mon, Ethan. Downstairs." He claps a hand down on the Get's shoulder.

Rina glances to Junior, her eyes guarded as she relinquishes the door. She takes a careful step back, and turns away, probably to retrieve her backpack.

Joey heads down the basement stairs. Joey has left.

Ethan shrugs his shoulder down, a rather passive attempt at ducking under the weight of that hand. He's out of giggly mode, but still inordinately mellow given his typically 'sunny' disposition. "Aww, paws off, it's cool. I'm just going back to Signe's to crash on the couch there."

Junior sighs. "Why? Just as easy to crash here....and that way we don't gotta worry about anything happening between here and there. Besides...there are twinkies downstairs in case you get the munchies again."

Ethan slumps back against the door, and now no one's coming or going with himself as an obstacle. He zones out for a second or two, staring at Rina until a blink interrupts that. "Huh? So I don't trust people here, I wanna sack out at home. Walk me back to the brownstone if you're so Mama Hennish."

Rina leans down to get her backpack, turning as she rises again, slinging the heavy bag onto her shoulder. She looks to Junior. "I can play mom, if you want, an' walk him back," she says resignedly.

Nevada looks amused by this. He whispers something.

Junior rolls his eyes. "You don't trust me or Joey?" He hmms at Rina. "No offense...but you'd not be able to handle things if something got him riled up..."

Allie remains silent throughout the discussion, and the Silent Strider indeed is silent for she slinks out of the church, careful so no one could notice--although she would be noticed, anyhow.

Ethan doesn't move from his slouch against the door, not even at Nevada's whisper. If anything he looks confused, a struggle to catch the significance of what was said. "Was that an insult?" he asks Nevada, not mad, just confused. And he glosses over the question quick enough. "Look, I just want to go home. -Allie- can walk me home for Chrissake, I don't care. Gimme a break."

Allie stops as she is mentioned. She eyes Ethan. "Take you home _where_?" she says to the ragabash.

Rina nods curtly to Junior, although that whisper brings a flash to her eyes. She turns to face off with Nevada, open fierceness in the movement--but she says nothing, only pinning him with a look of pure warning.

Junior frowns. "Can you, Allie? If you can get him back home, I can watch over Joey."

Nevada only smiles at Rina. He has a look in his eyes like something's broken.

"Uh." Allie eyes Junior. "Where do I _take_ him? The caern?"

"Finally," Ethan lets out under his breath. He unslouches, turns, gets a hand on the doorknob again. "I'm going back home to sleep, it's just a few blocks from here. C'mon. I'm not -that- stoned, this stuff wears off, you know."

"Signe's apartment," Rina says quietly. "It's a brownstone, a coupla blocks north." She barely looks away from Nevada. "If you're headed that way anyway..."

"You might as well walk together." Rina looks pointedly up at Nevada. "Streets're a bit dangerous this time of night."

Allie snorts. "Whatever. Okay." She grabs Ethan's hand and hauls ass out of the church. "You gotta tell me where it is, though."

Junior nods. "Can you handle it OK?"

"Dey sure are," Nevada replies. He shoulders open the doors for the departing duo.

Ethan answers Junior. "Yeah, Jesus, I've been walking since I was one year old." And he's outta there.

Ethan opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets. Ethan has left.

Rina glances to the mural--apparently finished, a woodland scene that spans almost an entire side of the church. With a rather determined set to her jaw, she paces down the aisle to where the stepladder stands.

Allie opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets. Allie has left.

Nevada watches after Rina for a moment, his eyes dark, and angry, dumb like an animal's. He turns away, walking out of the church. The slamming of the doors echoes in the dusty old cathedral.

Yi this entire time has been quietly observing. So quiet, she's probably been forgotten though she's in plain sight. Her main interest lies between what Nevada and Rina were whispering to each other. Such is her curiosity, but she keeps the urge to listen in locked in her very carefully.

Nevada opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets. Nevada has left.

Junior shakes his head, and heads downstairs.

Rina lets her pack slide to the floor, and crouches beside it to take out brushes, a shallow roller pan, and a metal can of clear varnish. "This's gonna smell bad," she murmurs. A glance over her shoulder, and she offers the last one a tentative, wry half-smile. "Three-Blades. Cool deedname."

Yi perks out of her semi-dazed reverie as her deedname is called. "Thank you," she says softly, her brown eyes settling over the mural. "May I ask you something?"

Rina ducks her head, prying the varnish open. "Sure. Taking the brush handle between her teeth and the metal jar in a hand, the Kin girl climbs the ladder. She begins to brush varnish over the mural with light strokes, eyes on her work.

Yi shifts, a bit hesitant around the question. "What did you... Did you..." her question halts midthroat, and she stops. Clearing her throat with a soft cough, she changes her mind. "Where did you get the idea for the painting?"

Rina pauses a moment, studying her work; she brushes out a few bubbles of air, gently. "You mean where'd I come up with the picture, or why am I puttin' it on the wall?"

Jarred turns to Rina, suddenly remembering where he's seen her. "You're kinfolk?", he asks.

Yi walks towards the wall, nose wrinkling slightly at the smell of varnish. "Why paint on the wall? On this wall?" Her eyes alight with a curiosity she had from before, when she first saw this painting appear along the church walls. Jarred's voice makes her turn towards the Shadow Lord. She'd nearly forgot about him.

"Elan and Seiri saved my life once," Rina answers softly. "I owed 'em somethin', for that. So I gave back, how I can. Made their place a little nicer." Her eyes remain on her work, as she strokes the varnish gently over the thick-layered oils.

Yi nods at Jarred, answering for the kinfolk. "She's Walker kin," the oriental gnawer replies quite simply. Looking up at Rina, the corner of her lips just tugs a bit. "It is a nice painting. Elan-rhya would be glad to have it."

Jay opens up the doors to the church, striding inside on lumbering, heavy footsteps. His worn, heavy steel toed boots thunder upon the old, wooden floors.

Jarred just looks. "*You're* Rina?"

"Hope so," Rina says quietly. She keeps working, long broad strokes of the brush. "And yeah. Vencenzo, from the Chicago Glasswalkers. Sept of the Steel Tower." Her voice is far more relaxed, now; the menial work seems to chase away the tension from her near-confrontation with Nevada.

Jarred's expression hardens. "I've heard of you. I just didn't realize you were the one I'd met at the Temple."

Yi glances at Jarred, eyebrows rising a little higher. Why was the Slord so surprised? It could've been because of... She shakes off the creeping feeling. It seems none of the Garou around here have a particular liking for this Kin. Standing a little back from the ladder, Yi returns her gaze up at the mural and the kinfolk, again the listener.

At that, the girl glances over her shoulder, her brow furrowing a little; after a moment she recognizes him. "Oh. Yeah. Hey." A faint smile comes to her lips, fading at the coldness in the man's expression. She turns back to her work, then, moving down a couple of rungs on the ladder and bracing herself against it.

Jarred just stands there for a moment. "So, is it true? I might as well get your side of things."

She works out a few more faint bubbles of air, with feather-light strokes of the brush. "Is what true?" she asks quietly.

Jarred says "Is it true that you threatened to fill a garou of the Sept of the Hidden Walk full of silver?""

Rina lets out a breath, a little sharply. "Yeah,"

Yi tenses at mention of this. She averts her eyes, remembering the heated argument she'd been witness to, the threat she heard.

Rina lets out a breath, a little sharply. "Yeah," she says softly, lowering the brush and looking up at the ceiling. "I did."

Jarred makes a quick, low growling noise. "I see." His voice is icy. "And whatever possessed you to threaten that? At my old sept, that was enough to warrent a quick and ignominious death."

Rina resumes her work, soft strokes of the brush. "He called me a whore," she says calmly.

Jarred smiles grimly. "Any idea at all why he might have done that, my dear? Not that it matters."

Yi backs away from the ladder, suddenly wary of Jarred with a tense air. Her gaze flickers between the two, until she's reached a pew and places a hand gently, firmly, on the hard seat.

"Yeah. I danced with him once." She works on, slow, long passes of the brush, making her way down the painting. "Mighta slept with him, but someone I love picked that night t'walk back into my life. Managed t'keep the two of /them/ from throwin' down. I told Jay I was sorry, and I talked to him after, and I thought everything was cool. But somethin' musta happened after that, 'cause now the boy hates me." She dips the brush again, and catches the drips of varnish on the edge of the jar.

Banecruncher rumbles. Stupid twolegs.

Rina pauses at moment at that growl; tension is clear in her posture, suddenly. She doesn't say anything, just fixes her gaze on her work with a concentration that varnishing hardly requires.

Jarred breathes out heavily. "Sounds so innocent. And yet... at some point, Jay just flew off the handle and started calling you a whore, at which point, rather than continuing to play the benevolent peacemaker, you threatened to kill him with silver. Correct?"

Yi sits down on the pew, the memory of the argument coming to her, zooming in at the one moment where the kin had threatened Jay. Her hand grips the pew harder.

Banecruncher rumbles. Stupid twolegs.

Rina shakes her head minutely. "Oh, hardly," she answers. "The whole thing where he and I met, and that night where we danced... that was a long time ago. This summer, maybe July or somethin'. I hadn't seen Jay since then, until like last week. And all of a sudden he's hostile, and hates me, 'cause he's found out that I live with a woman. Dunno. Maybe he's just a phobe, maybe he's bitter, maybe Steven told him I was a junkie bitch from hell. Idunno. But he flew off the handle, started screamin' at me." She moves down to the floor, to finish the last five feet of wall space. "I'm human. I got a temper. It was fuckin' stupid of me, and if it was Steven he'd a killed me... but I lost it. I'm sorry. He called me a whore. I don't react real well to that."

"He said... he said you used him to anger your former lover. A man named Spider," Yi says softly, her eyes glancing up to the Shadow Lord and the kin.

Rina lets out a breath, slowly. "That... wasn't intentional," she says quietly. "It was unfortunate, and -- and like I said, I apologized to him, I didn't know Spider was even back around, and I--" Another breath. "It was just a clusterfuck, and I knew the way things looked, he'd feel used, and so I--went back and talked t'him, after. And everything was fine. Then."

Jarred says "That's not what I heard."

Rina drags the ladder over about five feet, to start on the next section of wall. "He--the past few weeks, he's been real... strange. Violent. And he's bitter, and he /hates/ me..." She lifts a shoulder, ducks her head; then she turns and looks to Jarred, meeting his gaze evenly. "I don't know what changed his mind, I mean, he's got every right t'hate me, I can't stop him."

Yi sighs quietly, not exactly wanting to deal in this. A matter like this would be for halfmoons, she concludes. Besides, what did it matter? If the two of them could get over their problem themselves, then there was no point in her involvement. As long as the kin didn't pull out any silver stocked guns, Yi would lay low on this matter.

Jarred speaks slowly and clearly, his voice calm but dripping with venom. "I'll admit that most of this is really none of my concern. Who you choose to sleep with, garou or not, is your own business. I have a fair amount of respect for kinfolk, as long as they remember their place... You might do well to consider that almost anyone would have trouble juggling the hearts of two werewolves *and* one woman around for shits and giggles. It just invites trouble. To not expect that one or more of then will become upset is hopelessly naive. My recommendation to you is that you pick a mate, and stick with your decision. Kin who don't remember who and what they are soon become dead kin." He pauses a moment for effect. "Know this... if I find that you have threatened to kill another member of this sept, for whatever reason, I will personally *end* you." The word 'end' cracks like a whip. "Are we clear?"

If she were in lupus, Yi would've flattened her ears against her head. The threat was very real, from both sides. For a moment Yi thinks of what possible problems this would present later, but her mind screams back to the present, eyes locked on the kin for her answer.

"Whatever reason," Rina says softly, without looking away. "Sure. Guess if I gotta shoot in self-defense, I better get the hell outta Dodge." She turns away and drops to her knees on the floor, setting the lid on the metal jar and pressing it down with the heel of her hand, her head bowed. "Incidentally, I'd never be crazy enough to set Garou against Garou. Maybe you misunderstood somethin', but Jay and I never had anything goin' like that. Right now all I got is Jenny, and the baby. Don't even know if Spider's still alive out there." She packs up the varnish, and drops the brush into a jar of paint thinner, closing it tight.

The Shadow Lord actually laughs at that. "Of course you and Jay never had anything. Naturally, he should have concluded you had no interest in him after you lap-danced on him, ground yourself against him, made out with him. What a fool he was to make such wild assumptions about your true feelings."

Rina lifts a shoulder. "I wouldn't call it a lap dance." She rises, turning to look at him, rinsing the brush in the jar of thinner. "But yeah. It was gettin' heavy. I don't really call that a relationship. Maybe in your tribe, it's different..." She shrugs, regarding him steadily. "I wouldn't know."

Yi gets up slowly from the church pew she is sitting on, gazing at the Slord. Her breath comes in slowly, and under her breath she growls something incomprehensible in a language only she knows.

Banecruncher thinks that twolegs make a mess out of even something as simple as mating.

You sense Rina's attitude is oddly resigned, depressed... as if the threat is something she perceives from a distance. She doesn't have the energy to fight, and all the accusations and stabs have left her too empty for resentment. Too tired to fight back anymore.

The smile disappears and Jarred moves closer to Rina, glowering, gritting his teeth. His voice is quiet and dangerous, now. "The gibbous moon fast approaches, my dear. Give me one more reason, and it's all over. Just one more. Neither I nor my tribe answer to the likes of you. The fact of the matter is that if you had kept your proverbial legs closed, Jay wouldn't have drawn the wrong impression about you, and you wouldn't have had to make such foolish threats."

Rina takes a careful breath, and forces herself to look away--lowering her eyes, averting them. "I didn't sleep with him," she says quietly. "Maybe if I /had/, he wouldn't be so bitter." She closes her eyes for a moment, drawing another deep breath, inhaling the smell of turpentine and linseed oil to calm herself. "But sure. I shouldn't have danced with him, that night. I shouldnt'a threatened him, just for callin' me a whore, when apparently everybody thinks I am anyway." Her voice is low, edged with hoarseness in the end, her self-control beginning to waver. Too many looming Garou, too much condemnation, too much Rage.

Yi has since moved closer to the two, intent on keeping this as calm a situation as possible. "Ok," she says calmly, knowing full well the galliard's moon that hovers in the night sky. "Enough. I think it's best you two leave each other alone...now..." her own control is thin, but the new-moon's Rage is a quiet simmer.

With that, the Ahroun strides into the church, flipping a Yo Yo back and forth through his hands, an impish, mischevious glint catching his dark eyes. Around the world, then a walk the dog. He hasn't done this since the dark age's of the 80's. The door shuts behind him with a resounding thump, echoing through the church, then trains his eyes upwards at the scene, the Yo Yo simply dangling upon the end of his finger as he raises a brow. Jason looks confused at first at the thickness of rage in the air.

Rina's face remains averted; when the door slams, she jerks slightly, flinching. She doesn't look toward the sound--just stays exactly as she is, her posture one of cowed submission now.

Jarred turns to Yi and nods slowly, moving away from Rina at last. "You're right." He looks back at Rina, cowering near the wall, and then to the wall itself. "I think I've made myself clear enough for now." He smiles grimly, his gaze shifting back to Rina quickly. "Nice painting, by the way." Without another word, the Shadow Lord turns on his heels and leaves the church, nodding to Jason as he goes.

Jay watches Jarred pass by him with a raised brow, then trains his eyes over to Rina, seeing her in that frightened, submissive fashion. A huge SIGH passes by his lips, mentally cursing himself as he tugs the Yo Yo into his palm, rolling the string back up. Depositing the toy into his huge pocket of his jacket, then clears his throat, shaking his head. "Gawd....." The word is softly muttered under his breath, and he turns, quickly following after Jarred.

Yi glances up to see Jay, and turns away to look at the front end of the church where the altar would lay. With a quiet sigh, she turns her eyes briefly towards the Walker kin, unsure what to make of her now but the submissive, cowed posture brings up a feeling to protect the human. Then with a quick shake of her head, she follows suit and exits the church, leaving the human alone with a wake of Rage still hung in the air.

You pull open one of the two doors and walk down the stone steps to the street.

Jermantown Avenue, Industrial Sector
From warehouses a few blocks away from the river, across a chunk of city more than a dozen blocks wide, factories brood over the streets like dark dragons over their piles of treasure, greedy and all-encompassing. Huddling around the factories are smaller, less imposing buildings that are probably warehouses, or storage locations for trucks. The factories spill fumes into the air, darkening the area and blanketing it in a stench to mark humankind's domination over the world. Some of the warehouses stand empty, some are boarded over, and some, on the northern and western fringes of the area, have been converted to bars, with bizarre lighting, frequent brawls, and music that blares loudly at all hours of the night. There are no residences here for anyone to complain, and the factory workers populate the bars thickly. Throughout the area, trash and oil mingle together on alleyway streets, impeding the paths to the dumpsters at the ends of many of the alleys.
Contents:
Jay, Jarred
Obvious exits:
Filthy Alley Forgotten Church East West

Jay strides out of the church quickly, calling after him. "Jarred, wait up, what the hell just happened back there!?"

Jarred stops, looking back at Jay with a sheepish grin. "Happen? Whatever do you mean?"

Yi closes the door after and stops at the top of the shallow stairs, watching the two. Her eyes are a little wider than usual, probably from what just happened.

"I'm not an idiot... I come in.. Gee..kinfolk on the ground 'bout to cry.. Shadow Lord smirking an heading out of the church, And Yi looking like she just saw a ghost.. What happened?" The Gnawer asks again, stepping in front of him, his posture casual, relaxed.

Jarred says "I administered a warning to her. I didn't touch her, don't worry..." He looks up, into the Gnawer's eyes. "She threatened a garou of the Sept of the Hidden Walk. That's unacceptable behavior. I simply informed her that if I find she's made any other such threats in the future, the just consequences would follow."

Jay nods his head and sighs, scratching the back of his neck. "Ok.." Is all he can really say, scuffing his worn boots upon the curb of the sidewalk, glancing back up into the Lord's eyes momentarily, finding them being drawn away by instinct once more.

Jarred smiles. "Look, man, I met her in a club before this... but I never knew *she* was Rina. Christ, she even came on to me. I just told her to pick a mate and stick with her decision. Playing two garou and a woman off each other just invites trouble... am I right?"

Yi finally blinks, and shakes her head again to clear it. Her eyes reopen and she takes a deep breath, willing away the scene from her. "What she does will result in consequences she gets," the new-moon says simply. "But what you just did there, Jarred, was threaten to kill her. I think you scared her, and we might have lost a kinfolk for the sept."

"Yah..." Comes Jay's sullen reply, glancing over to the church once, then back down, slightly to the left of the Lord's shoes. "Yer right." He doesn't seem quite enthusiastic about what he just learned.

Jarred nods to Yi. "You're damned right I scared her, but she's a defiant one. She'll bounce back. Hopefully, she'll simply take greater care when dealing with garou in the future. Up until now, she's has an exxagerated sense of her own value and power within this sept. I rectified that."

"You rectified nothing," Yi retorts calmly, "You've only given her a greater sense of fear for us. You've given her an excuse to maybe carry /two/ guns loaded with silver bullets instead of just one." Her gaze glints out under gibbous moon's light. "Garou need to take care of their kin, not threaten them..."

Rina slips out of the church--or at least opens the door, to let the sounds of the argument in.

Jay sighs and remains silent as he glances from Yi to Jarred, having to agree with both sides in a way. "Um.." Is all he can really manage, then huffs, keeping to himself. "Yah..well...we both were pissy that night... I mean, I said shit, she said shit... the night was shit.." He kicks a pebble along the ground. "But, whatevers clever..."

Banecruncher sticks his head out, lured by the sounds of argument.

((Jay pages to the room: not an argument. LoL Everyone is squeaking calmly an quietly.
Long distance to the room: Yi | So calm, you can cut the Rage with a knife and serve accordingly. *laugh*))

Jarred nods to Yi. "All thing being equal, I would agree with you, Yi. The garou have a duty to protect their Kin. But when those kin turn against their betters and begin threatening violence, action must be taken. Action that I decided to take, thus absolving Jay of the awkward responsibility for it."

Rina comes out without getting farther than the space just before the doors. She leaves the door open, to let Banecruncher out if he chooses to come. "Don't fight or anything," she says quietly. "Please. The moon's too full." Rina watches Jay and Yi, especially the girl. She stays back, close to the door and the shadowed entry to the church.

Banecruncher slips out all the way and rumbles to let the others out there know he's watching them.

Jay glances over at the voice, looking quite calm and non argumentive. He crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head slightly. "No one is arguing, Just having a talk 'bout opinions." With that, he starts down the sidewalk, away from the group as his heavy jacket rustles lightly in the breeze, the pregnant glow of the gibbous moon bathing him in a showering luminscence.

Rina swallows, and slips past the girl and down the steps, walking quickly. She takes, not suprisingly, the opposite direction from Jay.

Yi runs a hand through her hair, frustrated but knowing Jarred is right in a sense. At Rina's voice she turns, then steps back to let the kin out. Her tongue held, she shrugs and sighs, watching Jay depart. "You can still walk among us," she says to the kin as the woman walks quickly away. "Just... step lightly, where you tread." With that, she descends the stairs, giving the Shadow Lord one last glance before departing too, probably headed towards her workplace at the chinese restaurant.