Three-Blades naps quietly curled up in a dark corner under the basement stairs, having returned from the caern yesterday night. Her ears are half perked, a sign of her nearly constant state of awareness despite being asleep.

Trouble steps out from the backroom, tail wagging still. He paces across the room slowly. He leaps across the room, landing upon Three-Blades with a thud.

Three-Blades wakes with quite a start, a yipe and a pair of jaws snapping down rather painfully on the cub's leg out of reflex. As she snaps, she rises to her paws and growls both menacingly and out of surprise.

Trouble yelps out loudly as she bites him. He barks out in surpise and pain. Scampering to try and get away from her.

Three-Blades realizes who jumped on her, and lets go instantly, shaking and snorting to wake her mind up. Cause both trouble to yourself and others, don't you? Her tongue flicks out between her teeth momentarily, tasting and smelling the minute amount of blood.

Trouble hops off on three legs across the room. Not fault you no joke know.

Three-Blades snorts at the cub, coming out from underneath the stairs and shaking off some of the dust. This one is new moon, and knows joke. But jumping on sleeping wolf is asking for hurt. She postures out in lupus, sentences clipped for the cub's understanding. Ears flicking, she sniffs as she listens couple people across the street outside pass by and chat.

Trouble shakes his head, shifting up to hispo as he shakes his leg from side to side. Leg hurt. He moves to sit down upon the floor, leg out straight.

Trouble contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Trouble shifts into Hispo form.

Three-Blades licks her nose, perhaps a little amused by the cub's actions. You are full moon. One bite, you say it hurts. Of course it hurts. But a warrior of Gaia must face more than just one bite from a new moon. She grins, jaws revealing her shiny white lupus fangs in a wolven smile.

Trouble shakes his head with a snort. No say hurt bad. Just no know why not heal. No hurt much, still beat crap out you if need.

Three-Blades lolls her tongue, completely amused by the cub's threat. You will never need to beat me, cub. That's for my elders to do, not lower ranks. She chuffs lowly, chuckling in her wolven form.

Trouble shakes his head from side to side with a snort. Me can beat, me learn litany good, can challenge in peace.

Three-Blades growls lowly, gazing at the upstart hispo. Law also says Submit to Higher in Station. And I am higher. She snarls a little annoyedly. You want challenge?

Trouble nods his head. Want out of basement. Want junkyard, with friend Banecruncher. If need challenge, challenge.

Three-Blades continues gazing at the hispo with lips lifted at their ends. Your place is here until you learn. Garou isn't a joke. You challenge when you are a cub, and you get hurt. If you want out, wait until Big Dog comes. Or better, I tell Big Dog you want challenge, and we test you.

Trouble tilts his ears, grumbling. What test?

Three-Blades shakes herself, smoothing down her fur and curling her tail around her forepaws as she sits. Test to make you Garou. Let you go where you want. Test for my rank.

Trouble shrugs, he licks at his unjured leg. What test of? Need study?

Three-Blades glances towards the door, then back to the cub. Study being Garou, Gaia's warrior. Your test will be of full moons. Probably will be to fight some Wyrm.

Trouble shakes his head. Want out first, want Banecruncher, he teach fight wyrm good.

Three-Blades flicks her ears, rumbling in thought. You can't go out. The dog catchers look for you, this one saw. Twolegs from the park told them, they will find you. Maybe when you lose the stripes.

Trouble shakes his head slightly. Need weaver color then. Need change stripes.

Three-Blades yawns, opening her jaws with a slight whine and closing them again. Not more color. You need to get /rid/ of the color.

Trouble shakes his head, snorting. Color fade, take time, other color cover up.

Three-Blades rolls her shoulders in a quiet shrug. Let color fade, no need to cover up color. Don't run in Scab in lupus. Easy.

Trouble tilts his head. What scab? Leg no hurt now.

Trouble of course is lying, he licks his foot still, twitching it every so often.

Three-Blades cants her ears to each side, whuffling softly. Of course, cub does not know. Scab is here, twolegs den. Outside Scab, trees, grass, prey... inside Scab, twolegs den, lights, many twolegs. Many Garou tribes don't like us because we live here.

Trouble tilts his head. Scab fun, outside scab, fun. Like outside scab, but no thing do, bored. Scab more fun. He then gets up, moving towards the steps. Talk to Big Dog. Ask Big Dog let go from basement junkyard, junkyard basement. Banecruncher say get job if Big Dog say yes. Banecruncher teach. Learn kill. Then go kill Wyrm.

Three-Blades dips her head in a nod. At least the cub has the right idea. First give you twoleg covers. Shift twoleg, shift wolf, no change. You want?

Trouble sneers playfully. Then Fianna dog not get twoleg look look. Icky Fianna dog. Yes want covers, no rip?

Three-Blades chuffs in a yes, but tilts her head slightly. Fianna dog?

Trouble nods, ears twitching. Fianna dog, old nails. Old twoleg wood. Old wet twoleg drink box. Old twoleg blade.

Three-Blades twitches her tailtip unconsciously thinking which cub Trouble would be referring to. Speaks-in-Circles? With Reads-in-Darkness?

Trouble shakes his head. No know cubname. Know twoleg name. Twoleg name is old wet nails, is old wet twoleg tree. is old Wet Weaver Horses! Lots in junkyard!

Three-Blades licks the tip of her nose, rumbling in thought. Weaver horses... junkyard... The newmoon nods at this, figuring it must mean cars. The wet nails and human tree, though, give her a few more things to think about.

Trouble snorts. Weaver horse get wet, get old, get... get name of Fianna dog!

Three-Blades clacks her jaws together, a little frustrated but still stubborn enough to continue the game. This dog is a cub?

Trouble shakes his head. Old wet weaver horse-rhya! Rhya like no twoleg cover me.

Three-Blades scratches at the back of her head with a hindleg, finally setting down her paw after a few seconds. Have no patience, many scars, missing one eye?

Trouble shakes his head. No listen! No understand. Nomoon no good at riddle, You strange nomoon. When weaver horse get old and wet, weaver color no on it no more, weaver horse get.....?

Three-Blades snorts, growling with a bit of frustration. This one is not Stargazer, cub. Weaver horse get... she pauses, her mind finally snapping a name in her mind. Her ears perk, and she barks, knowing the answer. Get red brown color, yes?

Trouble nods. Yes, yes, get old wet weaver horse! He no like me with twoleg cover. He strange Fianna.

Three-Blades tilts her head, finding that bit rather strange. But then again, the Fianna she's met are strange, no doubt. With an inquisitive chirp, she asks, When Fianna see you?

Trouble turns his nose to the stairs. Come down here, with friend. Kin lady and Fianna bring food.

Three-Blades returns her ears to a more relaxed position, glad to know she can figure out /something/. What twolegs kin? This one only knows Walker female kin and some Gaia Child kin.

Trouble shifts his tail slightly. Sexy kin, like her. Maybe she go for me. She carry two weaver klaives.

Three-Blades blinks as the ahroun cub mentions klaives. You know about Garou blades?

Trouble shakes his head, hear someone say klaive kill. So say weaver klaive. Words wrong?

Three-Blades turns her ears backward as she hears the sound of the tarp swishing from the church entrance and some wood creaking above. Weaver klaive? She turns back to the cub, a little distracted but still somewhat attentive. Garou blades, made from silver. High rank Garou use klaive. Big knife with spirit inside to help fight. What you mean Weaver klaive? Have Weaverspirit inside?

Trouble shakes his head. Weaver thing, loud, kill. Sorry, not understood klaive.

Three-Blades takes up this new description, lips lifting slightly as she thinks. Loud, Weaver thing, kill... she rumbles, then yips softly. Thundersticks, you mean. Twolegs use, kill fast when hit in head, heart...

Trouble nods. Thundersticks. Ok.

Nevada appears in the doorway leading to the stairs, arriving from above. Nevada has arrived.

Three-Blades turns just as Nevada enters, having sensed his arrival from above earlier. She rises to her paws and bounds over, chuffing a greeting to the galliard cub. Good sun, Sheeps. Feel good?

The stairs creak with heavy footsteps. A surly-looking blond youth descends into the basement, a brown paper bag shifting in his arms as Three Blades approaches. He lowers a hand to scratch behind her ears, giving her a good fuzzy rub. "Three," he says. "I brought some food."

Trouble shakes his head, rising up and walking off to the other end of the room, he curls up in the corner, hoping Nevada doesn't notice him. He shifts back down to lupus.

Three-Blades licks at the tips of Nevada's fingers, sniffing at the bag curiously. Food... food is good. She pads alongside the galliard, pausing briefly as she notices the shifted Trouble hiding in the corner. Her eyeridge lifts slightly as she glances between the two.

Nevada sets the brown bag on the counter. It smells like paper and vaguely of plastic.. nothing else. "You guys hungry?" he asks, as he starts loading the old fridge with packets of hotdogs.

Three-Blades glances between the two cubs, and barks at Nev. This one is about to drop, may have to go hunt cats if there is no food. She grins wolfishly, licking her chops. Her golden amber gaze turns to Trouble. Hungry?

Trouble nods his head slightly, moving across the room to Yi's side. He no mad at me?

Three-Blades rumbles, not sure about that one. The galliard had his ways of keeping down his feelings until he popped. She rolls her shoulders again in a human-like shrug and trots over to the kitchenette counter, rearing up and sniffing some more at the bag.

"They taste funny," Nevada says. "Guess it's an acquired taste or something. Like coffee." He shrugs a shoulder, pulling a six pack of Cokes out of the bag. Then, a plastic packet of beef jerky. "Is the new cub hungry," he asks, not really asking, sort of grunting, but he has a very eloquent Galliard kind of grunt.

Trouble back up and walks off to the back room, shifting there and getting dressed while out of view. He's learning at least, as he doubts Nev would appreciate the view.

Three-Blades glances over her shoulder as Rotem gets dressed, licking her nose with a flick of her tongue. Try? She whines softly, just starving for a bite.

Trouble returns to the room, dressed now. He moves to the table and sits down in one of the chairs. "I..." He pauses. "I'm sorry about w-what happened." he sighs and leaves it at that.

Trouble contorts and blurs as he is transformed. Trouble shifts into Homid form.

Nevada unsnaps the plastic packet, sniffing at it a moment, before he offers Three Blades a big piece of jerky. He doesn't say much.

Three-Blades snaps the jerky into her jaws, pushing off from the countertop and placing the piece on the floor to hold it down. She glances up at Nevada and then Rotem.

Rotem sighs and looks to the steps, considering going topside and hanging out in the church rather then be around Nevada.

"Rotem," Nevada says.

Three-Blades 'wolfs' down the jerky, chewing it around in her jaws to get a little more hydration into the strip as she listens to the two cubs.

Rotem looks up for a moment, eyes locking on Nevada. "Yeah?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"You hungry?" Nevada seems to be staring Rotem in the eye, though it is difficult to tell. His eyes are always unfocused, sort of glazed, gray like a rainpuddle somebody stomped in.

Rotem nods. "I c-could use something to.. to eat, that is if it's not a bother." He tilts his head slightly, looking towards the bags of food.

"Some beef jerky here for you." Nevada gestures to the counter. "Some Cokes. Help yourself."

Three-Blades flicks her ears, then coughs loudly, shaking her head and snorting. Gah.. choke.. a bit of the dried beef must've gone down the wrong tube as she stumbles and paws at her throat.

Rotem rises and moves towards the counter, taking a piece of the dried meat and looking to Nevada. "I.. I know he was your friend. I really.. I didn't mean to have that happen." he sighs and turns to looks at Yi as she chokes. "Shift then, bigger throat!"

"Just a human, man." Nevada takes it with a cool shrug. "No biggie. You OK, Three?"

Three-Blades wheezes a little more before managing to toss the piece out from her throat... onto the floor. She sneezes a few times, taking a couple breaths and grunting. Fine... ate too fast... She sniffs the jerky, and eats it again anyway, making sure to swallow the right way.

Rotem shrugs and looks to Nev, "Ok, if that is how you feel about it. Oh, and sorry about the backside. I must admit though, never thought I'd see somone from the inside. At least not like that."

"Careful," Nevada says to the Asian Gnawer. His eyes slide up, pointed blankly at Rotem. A serene smile appears on his face. "Yeah," he says, after a pause. "What a mess, huh?"

Nevada chuckles.

Long distance to the room: Three-Blades eyes Nevada. You know I was htmling a log where Nevada was just as calm like this... and then he crinosed on Jay. Three-Blades looks up after chewing down the piece, rumbling softly. No hard feelings, yes? She snuffles Nevada's fingertips, still smelling that jerky on his hand.

From afar, to the room, AliciaGMBOT NODS! He's a fucking psycho!

You paged the room with ''So I Packed with An Axe Murderer''.

Rotem starts chewing upon the jerky, not getting anywhere fast, eventually he just walks off with it, pulling on it and trying to rip off a piece. After a few more moments he shifts to crinos and quickly shreds the jerky in his jaw. Then shifting back to homid with a grin. "That was much simpler."

Three-Blades whuffles with laughter, rolling on the floor. Also simpler way of ripping twolegs covers again. She gets back up, yipping like a hyena at Rotem's now bucknekkid body.

Nevada climbs up the stairs.

Rotem looks down and then slams his hand against his forehead. "God damnit! Geeze, can we do something a-about this already? I'm gonna catch a c-cold."

Three-Blades barks a g'bye to Nevada as he departs.

Nevada vanishes up the stairwell to the sanctuary. Nevada has left.

Three-Blades watches Nevada disappear, briefly hearing a streetsign get pounded to a pulp after. She whuffs, shaking her head as she turns back to the cub in shreds. We need to find you twolegs covers.

Rotem chuckles. "Yeah, but I thought only Big Dog can make em?"

Three-Blades sits down, scratching an ear. This one knows how. Wake up spirit in twoleg covers. Big Dog knows, this one also knows. We find cover for you first. At this, she pauses, puzzled. Where could they get clothes, especially since the cub doesn't have much on him right now?

Rotem shrugs and stalks off to the backroom, choosing yet another set of clothes from the bin that BaneCruncher provided. He pulls these shirt on, but it is two sizes too small, so he removes it and discards it aside. Finding a pair of sweatpants that fit, he pulls them on, and returns to Yi. He looks down at her and asks, "Can we go buy some decent clothing then?

Three-Blades decides it's probably easier to buy clothes in homid form, and shifts back to her breed form, blurring along the midforms easily. Once in homid, she nods.

Three-Blades contorts and blurs as she is transformed. You shift into Homid.

Rotem says "So I gotta wear just those clothes, right? Hmm, tough fasion choice." He chuckles and looks to her. "What /should/ I wear?"

Yi looks at the cub, then shrugs at him. "What you think is comfortable enough to wear. Try not to shift so much, if you want to wear other clothing. Otherwise, you are stuck with the one I give you."

Rotem considers this, something comfortable and fairly tough. "Hmm, So I cannot take the clothing off, or can I?

Yi arches an eyebrow at the cub. "Of course you can take the clothing off. It is just when you put on a different set, if you shift you will rip them like normal. And yes, the clothes I dedicate to you are fully washable." She smirks and gives a soft chuckle.

Rotem chuckles. "Ok, then jeans. Blue j-jeans. Oh, and a t-shirt. Something to piss people off.

Rotem considers this, thinking of the stores he's been at, and which ones were easiest to shoplift from.

Yi has since gotten past shoplifting, but that doesn't mean she's lost her skill in thievery. Still, best not to reintroduce bad habits. "We will stop at an apartment first, then visit the stores." She walks towards the stairs and climbs up to the basement door, motioning for Rotem to tag along.

Rotem follows quickly behind Yi, topless, and wearing jeans that barely fit, but still, he's getting out of the damned basement! That is what matters.

Rotem vanishes up the stairwell to the sanctuary. Rotem has left.

West Bridge Street
The desperate hopelessness of the industrial sector just to the south makes itself felt here, in crowding tenements and dying trees. Many of the people here leave their homes to go to the factories and warehouses, and to return again to noise, crowding, and the tempers of too many people in too small a space. The street is a patchwork of potholes and attempted fillings of them, cracked across with the imperfection of the work. The occasional shop is tucked in here, small building among those a few stories taller. From 13th to 15th Streets, every inch of land is used, mostly for buildings, occasionally for a small, struggling garden which even in the best years cannot hope to provide all the needed vegetables.
Obvious exits: Rotem has arrived.

You paged the room with 'We'll assume Yi stays around here... it's actually Jay's apartment, which he never got to making ongame because, well.. he died.'.

Yi motions for Rotem to enter with her to a small shabby looking place, but nonetheless still home. The two of them go into a 2 room (excluding bathroom) apartment, and Yi nods to the TV, couch, and small table. "Don't break anything," she says as she disappears into the bedroom in the back.

Rotem drops down onto the couch, putting his legs up and leaning back. "Nice place, can I crash here s-sometime?"

Yi hunts around in the bedroom closet, looking for a suitable set of clothes that she could lend to Rotem while they go shopping. Finding an L-sized shirt and a pair of jeans that look big enough, she comes back out and hands them over. "I don't think you'd want to... Nevada also stays here. This was my packbrother Jay's place." Sighing softly, she glances at the window. "So, the bathroom is next to the bedroom, if you want to use it. We'll go as soon as you put those on."

Rotem nods and hops up, "Ok, I'll be right b-back." He turns and walks off to get dressed. Returning a while later and looking down at the jeans. "Hmm, not bad, I could go for these jeans but I need a new shirt."

Yi arches an eyebrow, merely shrugging as she opens the door again. "Let's go." She waits for the cub to exit first. "Don't pick anything /too/ expensive. I have no job, remember?" She snorts softly at the memory.

Rotem rises up and moves to follow her. "I'm sorry about that. I really didn't mean to get you fired. Want me to rough up the manager for you?" he grins at the prospect, "On second thought, I'd probably end up killing him."

"I don't need any of that," Yi replies, shutting the door behind the two and locking it. "We'll head over to the K-mart. I'm sure there's something there. Unless there is a place you prefer?"

Rotem shrugs. "K-mart is fine. Can I go look at the knives?"

Yi tilts her head a little, simply shrugging to the request. "You do what you need, but I won't pay for weapons." She and the cub walk a few blocks, entering the store as a few people pass by. They eye Rotem and his hair, then continue on. Just another punk and some strange girl shopping. The two of them head to the clothing sections, and check out what there is.

Rotem wanders across the various pieces of clothing, selecting a black t-shirt that reads, "My parents went dumpster diving and all I got was this t-shirt!" in white lettering. He tosses the hanger over his shoulder and walks back to Yi. "Ok, I got something. Lets j-just go take a look at the h-hunting supplies? Please?"

"You might want a pullover," Yi notes as she also hunts around in the clothing section. "It gets kind of cold in St. Claire. And some jeans. Those aren't yours, and I will not let you wear them." She picks out a black hooded sweatshirt, appraising it as well as eyeing the tag price.

Rotem nods. "Ok, no problem. I'm sure I can find something." he strolls back amongst the clothing, selecting a pair of jeans and then walking to look about the various jackets. "I don't suppose leather is on the budget?"

Yi shakes her head at the cub in a definite no. Besides, K-mart probably wouldn't have real leather jackets anyway. "Don't even think about it. Or stealing it." She eyes the hidden cameras around the corners of the stores.

Rotem shrugs, "I'll get a jacket on my own." He wanders around a little more, browsing through the various jackets, pulling out a light jacket, black and navy blue. It looks like there isn't a single natural fiber in the entire thing.

Yi pulls out a warm looking fleece, eyeing its tag as well as she looks over the material. Anyone from Hong Kong surely knows a bargain or a ripoff, and this one is quite the ripoff. She sets the shirt back onto the rack and continues browsing. "I'll be here. If you want to go to the hunting section, fine."

Rotem wanders off to the hunting supplies, walking around looking at the various equitment. He grins at the various knives. And then smiles as he sees the camo hunting supplies.

Rotem pulls out one of the graphite arrows from the bin and looks over the various arrowheads he sees.

Yi finally pulls out a fleece that looks fairly warm, blue and green plaid colored like the pine trees around Wolf Woods. Eyeing the tag, she arches an eyebrow and assesses the pullover warily. At that price, something /must/ be wrong with it.

Rotem prys several arrowheads off of the display case, pocketing one and putting the other's back. He heads over towards Yi with the arrow and removes the head from his pocket. "Hey, Think we could fill this with s-silver?" he asks, producing the two towards her.

"Hmm?" Yi glances over distractedly, trying to judge just how much she could spend on something that will keep her a bit warmer around these winter months. Her eyes cast down to the arrowhead, and she blinks. "Fill it? With silver?" She repeats in a lower tone of voice.

Rotem nods. "Yeah, silver. Get some of those gelatin caplets from the pharmacy. Fill it up with powdered silver, shove it in the head. Don't attach the head to the rest of the arrow with anything but some weak glue." he chuckles, "They pull out the arrow, the head stays in, the silver leaks out."

Yi snorts softly, the idea does get to her but the chances of that are unlikely. "And where are you going to find powered silver? From inside a peanut?" She shoulders the fleece, continuing her search for a second option of clothing. "And I suppose you have bows and arrows too." She mutters comments in her own language.

Rotem shrugs. "I didn't think about that, but still, its a good idea, isn't it?" He looks up, hopefull.

Yi shrugs in reply, glancing at the hunting section for a moment as one of the employees tries to clean up the arrowhead display. "I won't be paying for that either, but if you want it, you better make sure no one saw you." This said, she glances back up at the camera locations and moves on. Picking out a black but fading shirt, she nods at the price and looks at the cub. "You finished?"

Rotem nods, "Yeah, I'm done." he says, and puts the arrow shaft down on some clothing, makeing sure any camera's around notice it, although he keeps the arrowhead. "Let's go."

Yi makes her way towards the cash registers, motioning for Rotem to set down the clothing as she does hers. The disgruntled high school teen cashier simply grunts a hello, moving slowly as she beeps each article of clothing into the register. A pause, as Rotem's picked out shirt doesn't produce the monotone blip. The cashier glances at the tag, then sighs as she notices the number of it has been ripped off. Picking up the phone, she calls for a price check. Setting down the receiver, she leans against the register and eyes the two Garou, chewing loudly on her gum.

Rotem looks to the Cashier, hands crossed behind his back, grabing a few snickers bars and slipping them into the back pockets of the jeans.

The teen finally is met up with another, who automatically rattles off the price of the shirt. As the two's cashier rings up the total, she eyes Rotem with some caution. "A'ight, your total's 42.68." Yi hands over 50, getting some change back and pocketing the rest. At request of a bag, she nods and the worker puts the clothing in two bags. "'ave a nice day." Yi nods and picks up the bag with her clothing in it.

Rotem looks over to Yi. "Where are w-we headed to now? Back to the c-church?"

Yi nods slightly as the two walk out of the KMart without much problem. Lax would be the security at that store. "We'll stop by the McDonald's and get something to eat first." With that she heads in the direction of the fast food mecca.

Rotem follows quickly behind Yi, grabbing a snickers from his pocket and unwrapping it, taking a bite and offering her half. "Want some?"

McDonald's(#1393RJ)
A small McDonald's which is devoid of any sort of garish trappings. Instead, it seems to focus on fast, friendly service with a smile and good food. Above the counter to the north, you can see the glowing yellow billboard which details the food and prices. Behind the cashiers, a few people can be seen scurrying about near the grill, making drinks or tossing finished burgers down a small metal chute toward the cashiers. Along the side wall, children's high chairs can be seen, each with the grinning face of Ronald McDonald. A wall poster asks you to donate money to the Ronald McDonald House. Opposite the cashier counter are both Smoking and Non-Smoking sections for in-house dining. Fake plastic plants hang from the ceiling and below the skylight in the center of the room is a square wooden basin that rises 3 feet into the air. In the basin are live potted plants, including a rather stumpy tree.
A glass door on the western side of the fast food joint leads back out onto the street.
Contents:
Benedict
Obvious exits:
STreet

Rotem steps in after pulling open the door. Rotem has arrived.
Yi having refused the candy bar earlier steps into the Mickey D's with a bit of an appetite. She points out a bench that is quite across the room from that scary Ronald McDonald. "We'll sit over there. What do you want?" She glances at the menu.

Benedict looks up from behind the register, it's a slow friday night and the only people in the establishment are a couple sitting in the corner sharing fries. He smiles and it is nothing but bullshit, "Welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order?"

Rotem shrugs, "Double big mac with cheese, extra size fries, one of those swirlie shake thingies. Oh, and chicken nuggets to go." He chuckles and adds, "Or whatever you can afford."

Benedict sighs at the tall kid and looks over towards the asian one. "Um... is this your order m'am?" he asks only slightly unamused.

Rotem puckers up and blows Benedict a kiss, just to mess with him, then he winks at the boy. He chuckles to himself on the inside.

Yi eyes the couple in the corner, but glances over the menu and Benedict. "A number 1..." She glances at Rotem. "And a cheeseburger Happy meal." Her smirk is well stifled, but her voice tingles with amusement as she orders.

Rotem sighs at the order but then looks to Benedict, "Ok, but I want the good toy!"

Benedict looks oddly at the kid and his expression turns dark, not a scowl, but no smile exists any longer. He then grunts at the order as it seems to make more sense as he quickly pushes keys on his register and almost as if automated, a couple of people in the back suddenly jump up and start preparing food. "And I'll make sure the Happy meal for the child has a good toy in it." he adds dryly... no sarcasm registers in his voice.

Bernie has arrived.

Long distance to the room: Yi waves at Bernie. Join us for a big mac meal and Happy meal for the cub?

Yi bites her lip to hide the bubbling snicker, and pays up for the order. "Don't mind him," she adds to Benedict. "I let him out of his cage a little early, and he gets ... cocky."

Rotem scowls. "I don't get cocky! Rusty didn't want to." He then walks over and takes a seat, trying not to burst up laughing.

The door of the restaurant opens, letting in a quick, cool breeze and an equally quick but less cool cub. Bernie pushes the door shut behind her with her toe, and glances about as she wanders toward the counter, grinning as she sees Yi. The grin gains a fleetingly sardonic edge as she sees the other cub, and she shakes her head a little. "Hey, Yi," she greets the other raggie, "...'sup?"

Benedict shakes his head mostly calmly, still darkly. "It's ok, I get more then 100 of them a day, 101 won't kill me before it kills them."

Yi switches hands holding her K-Mart bag to wave at her newmoon tribesister. "Hi Bernie," she tones, nodding at Benedict's plight. "Have to wonder if working the register is worse, or working the fryer." She glances over at Rotem while waiting for the order.

Rotem finishes off another snickers bar and puts his legs up on the table, he watches Yi and Bernie from his seat.

Benedict looks back at the fryers and shakes his head towards Yi. "They just do what the computer tells em, and oh," a bunch of little wrapped food things slide down and he retrieves them, places them on a tray with drinks and slides them to Yi. "Thank you for coming to McDonald's... and the small talk." he adds at the end with a slight grin.

Bernie grabs an empty tray off a table as she passes it, and thwacks it lightly down on Rotem's shoes as she passes -- not hard enough to hurt or break the tray, just enough to make the point. "Put 'em down, most people don't wanna eat off yer feet, thanks. 's jus' plain -nasty-." She drops the tray onto the pile atop the trashcan, and joins Yi at the counter, waiting her turn.

Yi nods with a smirk as Bernie chides the ahroun cub, and salutes with her tray to Bene. "Hope you find a little more to smile about while you are on your shift." Walking over to the table, she slides in and sets the Happy Meal in front of herself instead, giving Rotem the big mac.

Benedict just grins and looks now towards Bernie. "Welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order?" he seems a slight more cheerful now.

Rotem puts his legs down and unwraps the big mac, he takes a bite out of it, chewing and swallowing a large bite. "Mmm, meat. Good."

Yi is content with her own meal, slipping out the toy and gazing at it through the plastic. Dumping it back into the bag, she pulls out the fries and starts on the more edible part of the Happy meal, glancing at Bernie and Benedict. Rotem takes another bite of the burger, he chuckles and looks to Yi, speaking with his mouth full as he chews, "You know this s-stuff tastes better h-here."

He chuckles and swallows, then quickly takes another bite.

Bernie grins back briefly, and then her gaze shifts to the menus ensconced above and behind the counter she leans against, hands on the edge. "Hey, and sure," she replies cheerfully, "lessee. How 'bout th' Big an' Tasty meal? With a coke." She looks back down from the menu, and straightens up, slipping off her backpack and dropping it on the counter.

Benedict pushes a couple buttons on the counter and chimes up towards the 'customer'. "That'll be 4.67 please."

Yi decides to take up the fleece she'd bought earlier and examine it closer this time, picking through as she chews on a french fry and occassionally glancing up at the two cubs in the restaurant, as well as the mushy couple in the corner tables.

Bernie unzips a pocket of her backpack, pulling out a rather beat up change purse, and unzips that as well. Three dollar bills end up on the counter, and then a whole lot of coins join them, in fits and spurts as she counts out the rest. That done, she slides it across the counter to Benedict, and regards him thoughtfully a moment, brow furrowing a little. "...geeky thing t' say, I know, but I swear you look really familiar for some reason..."

Rotem shakes his head. "I'm gonna head back to the church. Ok?" he only half asks, rising and moving towards the exit before waiting for a reply.

Benedict looks down at the money and then up a Bernie, his face is very similar to Alicia's in angle and eyes. "Um... well..." he seems to ponder something for a moment. "Where'd you go to school?" he asks as he starts to count the coins quickly.

Yi watches the cub leave before returning to her own meal and making short work of it. She remains in the restaurant though, taking the tag off the fleece with a quick tug and slipping the tag into the K-mart bag as she gets up. Slipping the pullover on, she strides towards the counter to join the small talk for a bit.

Bernie laughs, "...totally nowhere near here..." She ponders a moment, regarding him, and then asks somewhat tentatively, "...d'you by any chance have a sister, don't s'pose?"

Benedict nods to this and looks hopeful for a second as he drops coins in the register. "Alicia Jackson?"

Bernie breaks into a wide grin, and nods, "Yeah! Which'd mean you'd be," a tiny pause as she thinks, "Benedict, yeah? That'd be it, then, 'cause she showed me ap ica you once."

Benedict slams his register shut and gives Bernie the signal to wait one second, he runs back to the oldest guy in the place and talks with him a second. After a few moments the manager grudgingly nods and Benedict takes off his hat handing it to him with many many thanks streaming from his mouth. He runs around the backroom coming out of the door on the other side of the counter marked 'employees only'. He walks quickly up to Bernie and looks between her and Yi. "Take me to her." is all he says. It is demanding, unyielding, passionate, and definatly pleading in tone. "Please."

Bernie pauses, mouth opening slightly, as if to say something, and glances over to Yi. "Uh... I dunno if I can right now. I'm mean, she's okaie an' all, 'f you're worried, so don't be..." She runs a hand through her curls, considering, and looks at Yi again.

Yi glances at Bernie, then Benedict. "Take you to see her?"

Benedict looks over at Yi and seems to be quite anxious. "Where is she? She isn't with... Nevada is she?" he says this as he looks to the door and his agrivated manager. "Let's step outside at least, I don't want to lose this job."

Bernie makes a sudden realisation, evident in her face, and nods. "Sure, outside's fine. C'mon..." She zips her bag back up, hanging it on her shoulder, and pauses, glancing across the counter. Oh well. "...yeah." She leads him toward the door.

Yi pockets the small toy from the meal and nods, heading towards the outside with the two others.

Regan Avenue West, Downtown
For two or three blocks, between Thirteenth and Fifteenth Streets, red-brick apartment buildings alternate with the occasional small, struggling side garden or a small business. A pizza parlor decorates the corner of one intersection, and a relatively prosperous deli takes up space at another. Along one street, a fire station interrupts the other buildings, small but obviously in good condition from frequent need. Graffiti shows on sidewalks and on a few of the buildings, but is not prevalent. The road has been paved sometime within the last few years, to judge by the lack of potholes.
Contents:
Benedict
Bernie
Obvious exits:
Regan Avenue Fifteenth Avenue Video (stairs) 3923 W. Regan Ave. Side Stairs McDonald's Fire Station Alley North South

Benedict pulls a pin off his shift and stuffs it into a pocket of his black work slacks. "So... You both friends of my sister's?"

Yi, chewing on the last of her cheeseburger, nods as she stuffs the wrapper into a trashcan outside the restaurant entrance. Glancing to Bernie, her eyebrow arches slightly. When did Alicia all of a sudden pop up with a brother?

Bernie nods, "Yeah, we are..." She glances about, and finds a handy lamp post to lean against. "Okaie, so, first of all, no, she's not really hangin' out with N'vada these days. An', I dunno when you last talked t' her? But she's okaie now..." She regards the boy as she talks, trying to determine from his reactions how much and just what to say.

Yi on the other hand, tries to determine whether this brother of Alicia's should know anything at all. Her mind clicking inside, she puts the facts together - Alicia is a Garou. He is her brother. And, he is not at all bothered by the presence of the two groo he is with.

Benedict glances again between Yi and Bernie then off in the distance for a moment. "Nevada is out of the picture then?" he seems ever demanding as he comes to his own conclusion. "Good, That son of a bitch was killing her."

Yi tenses slightly, jaw tightening as Benedict berates the galliard cub when Nevada is not around to defend himself. Then again, it is probably better that way. She keeps silent about Nevada, judging it better not to mention the cub is still around.

"Pretty much outta th' picture, yeah, they're def'nitely not t'gether anymore," Bernie confirms, "...an' he's prolly changed a decent 'mount since y'saw him last, too..." A half-smile flashes fleetingly across her face, something about that sentence amusing her a bit. "...'licia, also. I figure she'd prolly be really happy t' see you, but, y'know, she's onea my best friends, an' I don' wanna jus' spring anythin' on her, y'know? So, c'n I get, like, a way t' contact you, an' then I c'n go tell her, an' arrange things?"

Benedict seems to take note from something in Yi's slight movement and Bernie's words. "Maybe... I have to make an appointment to see my sister? What, does she have a job or something?" as quickly as he asks he shrugs it off and continues. "Ok ok, my cell phone number is 690-0616, this area code. Please, be quick. I need to find her and tell her about... mo... our. Our parents." he finally settles on a wording but it still seems to leave a sour taste in his mouth.

Bernie edges the bag around and pulls out a pen and scrap of paper from the small pocket, scratching down the phone number. "'s just like I said -- I don' wanna spring it on her." She glances up at the guy, slipping the paper and pen back in place, "...like I said, she's onea my best friends, an' y' watch out for yer friends, right? So I'll tell her an' all, an' make sure 's all well." She grins, with a shrug, "'s prolly a formality an' all, I bet she'll be thrilled, from when she talked 'boutcha, but still, y'know." A slight pause, and she offers a hand, "...I'm Bernie, by th' way. Hi. Niceta meetcha."

Yi nods, though she does notice Bene's hesitation. "We will tell her as soon as possible." She glances at Bernie, hoping the newmoon would remember the number somehow in that seemingly unending well of knowledge in her head.

Benedict accepts the hand. "Te... Benedict Jackson, Alicia's protective older brother, McDonald's staff lead, and smart jock extrodinare. I'm staying at the hostel for a while, it's cheap enough while I look for a roomie for an apartment, so if you need to find me on land, I should be there most of the time if I'm not her. I don't want to shock Alicia any more then you do, but I need her to know that I'm still alive, and I'm still here for her."

Yi nods, casting a glance at Bernie. Then, she offers her own hand, the unfrench-fry greased one. "Song Yi Ling. Or just Yi." She pauses, then adds, "Or Mulan, if you want to be smart." She smirks a bit.

Bernie shakes the hand, with a slight laugh, "'Te-'?" she queries, "...an' y' can't be -that- much older, coulda sworn 'licia said you were twins. Yeah? An' no problem, I get my mail at th' Hostel, so yeah, c'n find ya there, easy. I'll make sure t' let her know right away..." She pauses, and then grins again, arching a brow slightly, "...so, Mr. McDonald's Staff Lead, any chancea my dinner t'day?"

Benedict shakes Yi's hand as well not saying anything on the naming matter except for this. "Texas... it's what Alicia's old gang used to call me. I'm not fond of it but I've heard it so often it's been ingrained in my damn head. Oh... yeah," he pauses looking back towards the building, "Food. Sure, it's on me. Part of the perk of the job is all the free food I want, you'd be suprised, or not so much so maybe, how rediculously cheep all the food really is to MickyD's themself. Don't tell anyone I said that though."

Yi quirks her head, knowing how those perks work. Or at least, used to. "So, are we going back inside, or..." She glances at the fast food mecca curiously.

Bernie smirks, "...glad I wasn' there, I prolly would ended up Mississippi or somethin'. Don't worry, I'm sure we c'n find plennya other things t' call you..." She slips her hands into her jacket pockets, where they seem to naturally reside. "An' my lips are sealed, as long as I get 't put somethin' in 'em soon. I haven't eaten all -day-." She makes a face, and starts back toward the door.

Benedict just nods and steps over to the door holding it open for them.

Bernie crosses over to the McDonald's on 13th street and steps inside, causing the aroma of fries to waft through the air. Bernie has left.

You cross over to the McDonald's, admiring the green shrubs near the door. Pulling open the door you see a small sticker declaring, "Shirt and shoes required." The scent of french fries wafts towards you as you step inside.

McDonald's(#1393RJ)
Contents:
Bernie
Obvious exits:
STreet

Yi takes up a spot at one of the tables again, leaning back to take a short rest off her feet while Benedict gets Bernie her deserved chow.

Bernie drops her backpack off by Yi as she heads back toward the counter. Good thing about McDonalds, the food won't be cold despite the pause...

Benedict steps in after pulling open the door. Benedict has arrived.

Benedict steps back in with a wave to his manager, who is behind the register with a really old man with only partial knowledge of english on the other side of it. "I'll take over Jason." he says and helps the customer rather quickly, getting him a chocolate shake and large french fries, presumable to dip in the shake it seems. "Your turn Mississippi." he shoots at her knowing what he is opening himself up for in return, "I'll have your food ready in a snap." and as he snaps his fingers another employee steps up with a tray that has the order she placed a while back on it, all supersized. A second later he hits a couple of buttons on the register and it pops open as he calls over to the manager while taking some money from the drawer. "I'm gonna comp this one."

Yi gazes around at the various stragglers, also glancing as the old man does dip his fries in the chocolate shake. Her eyebrow raises curiously, but she turns her attentions back to Benedict and Bernie.

Bernie smirks slightly, accepting the tray. "Why thanks, Eggs," she shoots back innocently. "...neat trick, that, I'll really hafta learn it sometime." She snaps her fingers once, as if trying it out, and shrugs. "...damn, must be harder'n it looks."

Yi snickers softly at Bernie's antics, and adds comment, "Use the Force, Bernie." She grins widely... it must be Yi's favorite line nowadays.

Benedict just shakes his head subtly. "You just tell Alicia and I'll be all good." He says as the next person in line, a single mother with two small children comes up, "Welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order please?"

Bernie grins and takes the tray to Yi's table, setting it down and slipping into a seat on the other side. The straw is denuded and popped into the cup, and then shee, too, begins on the fries. "So howzit, Yi?"

Yi blinks as one of the children simply glance at her as keeps staring. Her eyebrow arches back at the kid. What, has the poor child never seen an asian before? At Bernie's question she blinks back, distracted. "Mm?"

"'sup, 'snew, how goes it, how's tricks, what's th' good word, what's th' story, mornin' glory, how are ya, an' other expressions t' that effect," Bernie replies, rapid fire, as she unwraps the burger. Someone's apparently in a pretty good mood today.

Bernie laughs at the expression; well, face it, it's funny. "Nothin' at all? How's th' kid shapin' up?" From the expression on her face, she doesn't really expect to hear glowing reports... after all, he -was- putting his feet on the tables in a restaurant.

Benedict just relaxes, leaning up against a wall now that no one is at the counter. He gives someone a barked order and with mop and wheeled bucket she sets out to clean the section with no people in it.

Yi continues to look at the kid who is now madly running around with frenchfries in hand, only to stop and gaze at her, and then run back to his momma. "You mean Acts-Without-Thinking..." she says in a growl, almost incomprehensible at far distances. "He's... Trouble. All he is."

Bernie snickers, and nods, "That official? I like it. Fits nicely." Shaking her head, she starts in on the burger, careful as usual not to speak with her mouth full, talking between bites. "Been babysittin' him all th' time?"

"Like a child," Yi nods affirmatively. "I let him out before, went for a walk in the park." She keeps in mind the company she's in, occassionally glancing at Benedict and the customers. "Let's just say he has a cage with his name on it at the shelters." She snorts softly. "Told him to pick out some clothes today. How about you?"

Benedict just stands there, taking orders till the place closes down. When it does so he lets the two stick around as long as they want until everything is finished and they actually lock down the building.

Bernie rolls her eyes, "Well, we c'n live in hope he'll join th' rest of us in reality b'fore reality catches up with him..." At Yi's question, though, she brightens, breaking into a smile again, "Matt got himself a flat... been helpin' him do th' furnishin' an' all that jazz. 's been fun. Only, we gotta get you guys t' give a hand gettin' th' couch up there, 'cause it's on th' fifth floor an' all, an' th' elevator doesn't work..." She pauses, an idea occurring to her, and laughs, "...oooh, 'f we found 'nough people, we could even s'prise 'im, 'cause I c'n get in an' all..." She goes back to eating the fries.

Yi arches an eyebrow and nods. "Of course. Anyway to help Matt. He's given us so much."

Bernie smiles a bit, and nods, pushing a poorly behaved curl back behind her ear as she sips her drink. The curl promptly, as always, pops right back out. "He's good like that," she agrees, picking up the burger again.

"Do you have the couch already?" Yi inquires. "Maybe if it would not be intruding, I could visit his place sometime."

"Mmmhmm," Bernie replies, "'s sittin' in th' U-Haul, waitin' t' be lugged upstairs. We'd hafta find a couple more people though. Or stronger ones anyhow, 'cause carryin' th' other shit up there pretty much wiped me out, an' it's all lighter."

Yi takes a fry, chewing on it softly as she nods. "We could ask Guido. I think he could carry it himself with us sitting on top." She chuckles, imagining the picture of Banecruncher hoisting the two new moons sprawled as lazily as cats atop the comfy sofa.

Bernie giggles at the idea as well. "...you, maybe," she comments, "but I think I'd be an undue burden... we could go see 'f we c'n find him, maybe, after we finish here? Matt's closin' t'night so he won't be there 'til late." She polishes off the burger, and returns her attention to the remaining fries.

Yi takes up a fry and grins, chuckling softly at Bernie's self-deprecation. "Don't say that. I didn't say what we looked like if we sat on it, did I?" She chomps down the fry and mms at Bernie. "We'll go look for him. Maybe even do it ourselves, since there are three of us. With a little help and a little change, we can lift that sofa up."

Bernie nods, washing some fries down with soda. "Let's, then. I don't think Matt'll mind 'f I letcha in t' drop it off an' all... an' plus, surprises are fun." She grins, returning to decimating the remaining fries.

Yi waits as the cub finishes off her fries quickly, and gets up to open the door for her after she's done.

Bernie slips her backpack back on, and gathers the trash together on her tray, dumping the refuse into the bin and setting the now empty trays atop it. She waves at Benedict, at the counter, and heads toward the door with Yi.

Yi waves and dips her head in a nod to Alicia's brother and follows after the cub as the two of them exit.

Bernie pushes open the door and steps out onto the street. Bernie has left.

You push open the door and step out onto the street.

Bernie flashes a grin at Yi. "So where d'ya think we oughta go hunt for him?"

Yi thinks for a bit, then nods in the direction of the Junkyard. "You mean Guido?"

Bernie nods, "Yup. 'less you wanna find someone else t' ask..."

Yi rubs her neck, and motions towards the Junkyard. "If we don't find him in the yard, then we should find him at the church. Shall we?" She grins and bows, as a doorwoman to an invisible door.

MacGregor's Junkyard - Customer Parking(#4058RJL)
This is a 30' x 60' area of hard-packed oiled dirt, with a driveway leading into the main junkyard from either side. Open sheds form either side boundary of the area, with racks of tires, wheels, mufflers, and other common large parts filling the sheds. The back of this area is enclosed by a single three-story building, one half of which is a garage large enough to hold a Mack tow truck, the other half of which has a single door with a sign over if that says 'Office'.
Contents:
Banecruncher
Obvious exits:
Upstairs Yard Street

Yi opens the gate with a small amount of *chink* sounds as the two Gnawers make their way into the junkyard. Glancing around for the lupus ahroun, Yi moves around a few carpiles.

Bernie follows Yi, picking her way through the piles. The speculative looks she gives some of the things lying around should either worry most people or give them the distinct feeling she's pondering entering Junkyard Wars next season.

Banecruncher charges around the building at the sound of the gate opening, barking excitedly - as if he's expecting someone in particular. When he sees the two of you, he skids to a stop, his tail drooping miserably.

Yi blinks, seeing such a charged ahroun immediately fizzle to flat soda. "Not excited to see us?" she laughs softly.

Banecruncher whines miserably. Twoleg gone. Not know where.

Bernie blinks, and looks to Yi, then back to the lupus, "...who?"

Banecruncher raises his head and howls miserably. ~Ellie.~ Smelled blood and pain by front fence but she was gone. Almost half a moon ago. And not able to find her since.

Yi also glances down at Banecruncher, squatting down and scratching him sympathetically. She glances up at Bernie.

Bernie looks rather confused. "...I'm... sorry to hear that?" she ventures, looking back at Yi helplessly.

"Who is Ellie?" Yi asks softly, scratching the lupus ahroun.

Banecruncher whines miserably. She my twoleg. She kinfolk and care for business so we have secure yard. She MY twoleg!

Bernie crouches down and scritches as well, not knowing what to say.

Ellie comes in from the street. Ellie has arrived.

A rattle of keys sounds from the direction of the gate.

Banecruncher raises his head and looks hopelessly toward the noises.

Yi glances over her shoulder towards the gate as well. She shoots a glance at Bernie.

Bernie shrugs at Yi, and stands, peering back toward the gate. "...this Ellie," she queries, "...wha's she look like?"

The gate creaks open, and a tall redheaded woman slips into the darkened yard, glancing about her warily. Her hand lingers on the gate, as if she doesn't quite want to leave its safety behind. She sees them in an instant, drawing in a sharp breath and calling out, "Who--who's there?" Her silhouette shrinks against the edge of the gate.

Banecruncher raises his head and barks excitedly at the sound of that voice. It's her! It's her! It's her!

Yi rises from her squat position, turning to face the visitor and peer out into the darkness. "Hello?"

Ellie takes a tentative step away from the protection of the gate. "Do I know you?" She walks toward them, a slight limp marring her strides.

Bernie shakes her head, "Nope, but he does..." She gestures toward Banecruncher, with a slight smile.

Banecruncher pads toward Ellie and whines, his head lowered and his muzzle split in a placating grin. (Boy, does this mutt have it bad, or what?)

"Hey--" Ellie's voice is hoarse. She bends a little, offering one wrapped hand to the dog, barely brushing fingers against his ruff before drawing them away. Ellie glances up, warily, to the two strangers. There is a guardedness in her eyes--perhaps unsurprising.

Banecruncher leans against the twoleg's legs, his tail sweeping happily as he puts just enough weight against her to reassure himself that she's real, and not just his imagination.

Yi dips her head slightly in a greeting. "I'm Song Yi." She glances down at Banecruncher, wondering. She eyes the woman too, but more appraisingly than guarded.

Bernie waves a bit. "Hi... I'm Bernie." She smiles, almost sheepishly.

Banecruncher barks happily toward Yi and sits on Ellie's feet. Or on her good foot, at least. She is kin. She smells hurt. We not surprise her tonight, ok?

Ellie winces slightly as the dog leans against her. "Yeah," she murmurs, "good to see you too." She reaches down again, scratching gently at the dog's ruff. When she straightens, she looks at the women, offers them a weak attempt at a smile. "I'm Ellie. Um, used to live here. How did you get in?"

Yi rubs the back of her neck, shifting her weight from one foot to the other hestitatively. But seeing Banecruncher tell of her kin to the Garou, she motions to the door. "We unlocked it," she says, simply.

Banecruncher whines at the "used to" and looks up at Ellie with biiiig saaaad eyes.

Ellie swallows, studying the woman for a minute. "You're... one of them?" Her voice is a little unsteady.

Yi looks down at the ahroun, tilting her head slightly. Glancing back up to the woman, she nods once, a curt movement. "Yes. The same family as he is," she notes with a hand wave towards the hefty looking bull terrier.

The redhead wets her lips, nervously. "Ah." She carefully does not look toward the junkyard proper. "Pleasure to meet you both," she offers, with a pained little half-smile. "I just... um, came by to get some things..."

"He wonders why you have not come for a long time," Yi volunteers on Banecruncher's behalf, also curious as to why this kin decided to leave. Surely the ahroun was protective enough to guard this place.

Ellie pales slightly, and turns her face away; she straightens, wrapping both arms around herself protectively. "Something happened," she says hoarsely. "Something very bad." Abruptly, she looks away and begins limping toward the garage building.

Yi glances down at the fullmoon, offering a small shrug and an inquiring look of whether she should continue to press the kin.

Banecruncher whines worriedly. What I smelled was real, then? But why couldn't I find her after? Going away? Not coming back? His ears and tail droop sadly.

Bernie remains quietly in the background, listening, but feeling rather awkward and staying out of it for the most part.

Yi is pretty sure the kin could hear Banecruncher's whine, also looking a little worried in Ellie's direction. Of all things, she did not want to see her tribemates getting hurt. And moreso, the kin of her tribemates getting hurt. Yi presses forward a bit, stopping a distance from the garage. "What happened?" she queries with concern.

Ellie moves slowly, gingerly; it's quite clear that whatever 'happened' left her with serious injuries. She pauses at the sound of the woman's voice, her head slightly bowed. "I was attacked. Here. It was--" Her voice fails for a moment, until she takes another breath. "One of them."

Banecruncher raises his head and growls under his breath. Garou hurt my twoleg? I'll kill whoever it was.

Yi narrows her eyes, tensing slightly. "Do you know which one?" she asks this softly, though an undercurrent strains in the concern.

Ellie shakes her head quickly. Her hands tremble a little as she searches through the keys. "No," she whispers. "I don't remember. It's probably better that way."

Bernie runs a hand through her curls, listening.

Banecruncher whines softly and rubs against Ellie's legs. Not remember? I smelled hurt but could not smell who did hurt. Thought I was imagining.

Yi doesn't try to approach the kin, but even in the dim lighting of the junkyard she can see the woman shaking with what doesn't seem like cold. "Well... a man, or a woman?" Yi keeps her tone level, soft, trying to coax some information out of Ellie in hopes of identifying her attacker.

Ellie presses her lips together. "It was a man," she answers unsteadily. "At first." She keeps her eyes on her hands as she finds the right key. Then she opens the side door and goes in.

Yi is confused by this, glancing behind her at Bernie and down at Banecruncher. "Two?" she murmurs before turning her gaze back to the open door. Her brows furrow in sign of a mind working.

Yi peers out into the doorway, maybe seeing what the kin is up to inside. She casts a glance back at her fellow Gnawers, lips scrunching in a 'What-now?' look.

Bernie runs a hand through her hair again, uncomfortable with all of this. "Um, Yi?" she asks the other ragabash softly, "...I think maybe t'night isn't gonna be such a good time for it after all.. d'ya mind 'f I head back t' th' Farm? I'll be 'round t'marra, maybe then... 'f ev'rythin's okaie. 'less you need me for somethin'?"

Yi glances back at the cub and nods, letting her go. "We can do our task another time," she replies, casting a look to the side door of the garage before giving the newmoon the go ahead. "Good night Bernie."

Bernie nods, and murmurs, "G'night, botha you..." She adjusts her backpack, and heads out.

Bernie goes home. Bernie has left.

Ellie comes down some time later, a bag sling over one shoulder. She is still limping a little, and pain shadows her features. She looks to Yi for only a moment, before glancing away to scan the yard. "Where'd the other girl go?" she asks quietly.

Banecruncher looks up at Ellie and whimpers miserably.

"She went home," Yi replies, as one would to report. "Would you... care to tell our friend what happened? He is very worried." She tries coaxing, little by little. Maybe it helps that she isn't some 9-foot monster with claws, fangs and fur. "You said a man, at first. There were more than one?"

Ellie shakes her head minutely. "I don't think so. I don't remember. Only that it... changed." She doesn't meet the woman's eyes, as she starts walking toward the gate. "I have to go." Her voice is low, shaking slightly with the strain of self-control.

Banecruncher rumbles angrily. Someone attacked her...and changed? I'll kill him.

Yi exhales in a quiet sigh, brow furrowed with concern and thought. "Wait..." she trots up to a few feet beside the woman, slowing a pace as she casts one glance back at the fullmoon lupus before reaching out gently to touch the woman lightly on her shoulder. "At least, tell me and him before you leave. We swear we will not tell. Please." She gazes up at the taller woman, dark eyes in some way pleading. "And if you ever want to tell us what you can remember, we will make sure justice is given."

Ellie flinches from the contact, the reaction somehow pathetic--the way the tall, beautiful woman shrinks into herself, trying to make her body smaller against an assault. She jerks away from the touch and ducks her head, closing her eyes for a long moment. "I don't remember," she says in a broken, hoarse voice. "I just remember coming home, and--and opening the gate, and leaning on the fence and then he was-- just /there/--" An awful tension crosses her features, and she takes a deep, careful breath, trying to regain her composure.

Banecruncher rumbles in his chest and pads after Ellie. Goin to keep her safe. Wherever she goes.

Yi pulls back herself, letting her hand drop back to her side. "Did he say anything?" She watches the woman shrink, almost as if her stature were closing into a diminuitive state. "Will you tell us, where you are going?" She queries softly, adding a slow croon in her tone to add some more sugar in her voice.

Ellie lifts a shoulder slightly, and lets it fall. "Just back to my old apartment," she says softly. "Where I've been staying." She glances over at Banecruncher and tries to look stern. "You stay here." Her eyes are haunted, her expression pained.

Yi nods, simply watching the woman limp away with a quiet expression of thoughtfulness.