Meeting Tamara Spider-Eyes

1/27/2005

06:57 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Tamara
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room  Back Door  
You paged the room with 'Mm, you set?'.

[look Tamara]
Tamara is a tall woman, just under six feet in height, with a heavyset body. She is wearing a pair of well-worn blue jeans, with frayed hems and torn knees. Her upper body is covered in a red t-shirt and a blue winter jacket. Overly large hands are decorated with several cheap bits of gaudy jewelry: plastic, tin, and pewter.
A wide brimmed white Stetson hat tops a head that seems to be somewhat malformed. The woman's face is longer then usual and her skull seem to be too big. Her lower jaw is huge and gives Tamara a painfully noticeable underbite. Small beady brown eyes are set too far apart and her nose is set too high on her face. It altogether gives her the appearance of someone with a 'mental disability'.

Tamara is sitting at the kitchen table, a small mountain of sandwiches infront of her and a cola. The woman is busily working on that pile of food and it is disapearing at a steady pace.

The front door of the farmhouse opens and closes without any warning save the sound of shoes on the porch, and then inside the living room. A barely heard humming adds to the presence of someone entering the abode like she lived in it, and then those footsteps approach the kitchen. Yi pads towards the threshold, and seems unwary of Tamara's presence - not until the white hat that sticks out as Not Usually There lures the Gnawer's eyes to the woman sitting at the table. And near instantly, the humming is cut off. The ragabash goes defensive, wary at the sight of this stranger whose appearance is in a nice word: unusual. "Excuse me," she hazards.

Tamara's beady brown eyes blink repeatedly and the woman offers up a nervous smile, as she pushes her plate of untouched sandwiches toward the Gnawer. "Hello. My name is Tamara. Hungry? Do you want these?"

The Gnawer actually refuses the food first with a shake of her head. "No thank you," Yi replies, her eyes still scrutinizing. "Yi," she tacks on after a second's hesitation. "Are you Family?" Capitalization voiced in her query, there is a certain added tension to it as well.

Tamara wets her lips and continues to smie nervously, showing off blocky squarish teeth. "Yes. Tobin said I could stay here for a little bit and eat the food." The woman pushes her chair back about an inch and starts to stand. "If thats not okay, I can go. No problem at all."

Yi seems better off with the mention of Tobin, as she lifts a hand up like a stop sign. "No, stay. It's ok." The ragabash turns to the refridgerator, peeling off her baseball cap and stuffing it into her jacket pocket. "When did you come?"

"Eariler today," Tamara replies, as she retakes her seat. "Just getting something to eat."

"Are you intending to stay?" Yi's rummaging into the stocked contents pauses, and with a second clink of moving glasses she extracts a bottle of water. With a snap of the plastic ring around the cap, she stops to glance over to the woman - in particular, the woman's hat. "I do not mean to sound like an immigration officer."

Tamara nods slowly. "I would like to stay, atleast for a time." The woman blinks suddenly, stiffening in her seat. She scowls at the seat infront of her, then looks over back at Yi, nervous smile having returned. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. My name is Tamara Spider-Eyes of the Silenet Striders. Full Moon and Metis."

Yi's wariness lowers another notch, despite the Strider's nervousness. Though the smile is not quite returned as warmly, the Gnawer slides into the very chair that was scowled at. "Ah. I see... I am Yi, as you know. Three-Blades has been my name in the family ever since I was a cub. I am one of the Bone Gnawers here, a no-moon." She takes a quick drink of her water. "I was in a pack before, with a Silent Strider who I still respect very much. Sepdet Hope-Star... she too, a metis." There is a small, nostalgic downward cast of her gaze before she looks up again. "But now I am in a Stag pack, with the Sept's Alpha. Quite a change from Salmon, I have to say."

"It would be. I've never been in a pack," Tamara admits, one hand cramming that hat on a little tighter. "Umm. Are you certain that you don't want these?" The woman asks, indicating the sandwiches.

Yi shakes her head again, with a soft 'mmph' of a second refusal. "They were your sandwiches, and it seems like you were hungry. I might be a Bone Gnawer, but I do not always eat everything put in front of me." She smiles around the bottle, taking a second drink before setting it down. "So, what has brought you here to visit us? A small stop on your travels?"

Tamara pickes up one of the sandwiches and nods. "Something like that. I'd like to stay for a time. I have some Rites that I could teach, but they're hardly unusual." The woman shrugs softly.

Yi leans her head to one side. "Sifu would say that the more knowledge one gains, the closer towards enlightenment they are." She shrugs a shoulder. "As for staying long... That might depend on Seeker-rhya's decision. He is the Warder here, but..." The Gnawer trails, as if hesitant to say too much. "But anyway, what rites do you know?"

Tamara closes her eyes and is silent for a moment, as she thinks. "Prayer for the Pray, Hunting Prayer, Greet the Moon, Sand in Shoes, Cleansing, Dedication, Rite off Wounding, Contrition, and Questing Stone."

Yi lifts her brows. "For an ahroun, you know many knowledges of the other auspices," she remarks with a thin, but genuine smile. "Just between you and me... I have been thinking about what else I should know, but never truly thought I would come to need other rites. It seems to be the areas of the theurge and philodox anyway. But..., if Seeker-rhya thinks your chiminage should be of the teaching kind, then I humbly request you consider me to be one of your possible students." The Gnawer dips her head once. "And perhaps Olga or Joey would be interested as well," she adds in thought. "They are tribemates of mine," she explains.

"I'll teach anyone who asks." Tamara wets her lips, still somewhat nervous.

Yi slakes her thirst with another couple of gulps. "I will be sure to tell Olga and Joey then," she nods. "So..." she starts to say, but stops and purses her lips. Eyes traveling all around the woman, an action almost subconsciously done, the Gnawer simply sits for a bit in quiet examination.

Tamara grows more figity, as she is being studied. "Not trying to cover up my deformity," She blurts out, randomly. "Just though that I should keep the hat on. There is a road just outside and I don't know how secure the area is. From humans, that is. Don't want to cause any trouble..."

"Hm?" Yi does a mini-snap back out of her stare, only then realizing she had been staring. The ragabash clears her throat quickly, downing a large gulp. "No mind, no mind," she replies just as quickly. "I was not searching for flaws. Only, wondering if there was anything you might have wanted to know. Maybe about this place. Maybe about me. As for humans... I think many have been scared away. This place has much Rage."

Tamara still appears to be fairly uncomfotable, fingers running around the rim of her hat. "Oh, okay, then, I suppose I can take it off for a few moments safetly. Not trying to hide anytyhing," the woman repeats, as she takes the hat off and sets it down on the table.

[look Tamara (hat off)]
Tamara is a tall woman, just under six feet in height, with a heavyset body. She is wearing a pair of well-worn blue jeans, with frayed hems and torn knees. Her upper body is covered in a red t-shirt and a blue winter jacket. Overly large hands are decorated with several cheap bits of gaudy jewelry: plastic, tin, and pewter.
The woman's face is her most striking feature, but not in a good way. Her face is longer than usual and her skull seem to be too big. Her lower jaw is huge and gives Tamara a painfully noticeable underbite. Her nose is set too high on her face and beady brown eyes are set too far apart. Above those eyes, the reason for the woman's overly large head becomes clear. She needs the extra room to accommodate an extra pair of inhuman eyes: the pupils are slitted like that of a cat, while the irises are a sickly and almost fluorescent yellow-green. The outer sclera are the red of freshly spilt blood.

Yi looks upon the deformed features of the woman, and while her ugliness was not a factor that would put off even Yi, the disturbing extra set of eyes does - a little. Her reaction is probably the expected one. A quick intake of breath, a disbelieving blink... a hard swallow. The ragabash nods once, and clears her throat again to free her stiffened vocal chords. "You can put it back on, if you want," she notes with indication to the hat. "Can you... can you see from them?"

Tamara puts the hat back on her head, then crams it on nice and tight with both hands. "Yes. Yes I can."

Yi wets her lips, though she has a perfectly good bottle of water to do that. "I see. I mean, no..." Floundering for a proper way to describe her twirl of emotions at the sight of the unnatural curse, she decides to simply nod again. "I wondered why you were called Spider-Eyes."

"I have been given far worse, but just as suitable names." Tamara looks around the room and frowns faintly, briefly distracted by something outside. "Is there a place around here that I could sleep?"

Yi doesn't seem to stop nodding, like a kind of bobblehead. "Upstairs, in the attic is where most of the cubs that are brought here sleep. Some times the elders come by and stay," she notes with an indication of herself, "Or if you are uncomfortable in the beds, there is plenty of hay in the barn." The Gnawer pauses again, head tilting the other direction as she ponders aloud, "I do wonder who brings those hay piles in though."

Tamara blanches at the mention of 'elders'. "I think that the barn will do just fine. Thankyou. Hope you don't mind, but it has been a very long day." The woman pushed back her chair and starts to stand.

Shaking her head, Yi stands too with a lift of the plate and deliberately pushing the food towards the metis. "I understand. Take the food," she insists with almost a big sisterly tone. "Here, it is best not to waste the prey, no? Even if it isn't running away." She smiles wanly nevertheless.

Tamara head bobs up and down in a nod, before she grabs up the sandwiches and heads out the door. "Good night. Mother watch."

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