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jeremiah_garou) wrote2013-06-27 08:30 pm
jeremiah_garou) wrote2013-06-27 08:30 pm
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Up for company at the moment.
June 27, 2013
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (70% full).
Late evening finds Jeremiah back in Harbor Park, on a bench rather than underneath a tree, and with a sandwich from one of the carts and a cup of hot coffee, knees drawn to his chest. And chainsmoking like nothing else, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. The Gnawer's entire posture echoes tension and Rage this evening, and most everyone in the park ignores him, or moreso, goes through lengths to go around and avoid him. Not even the beat cop walking the park seems to want to give him a hard time.
Slash is out wandering, as Striders are wont to do, and whether by accident or design, his journey has brought him to the park tonight. The moon may have its influence on him, just as with any Garou, but being Ragabash, it's at least less obvious. He enters the park through the main entrance, moving in the general direction of the fountain.
A good deal of Jeremiah's attention is on the hot dinner that he has, not the most common thing for the ahroun. But he does, eventually and after a time, notice Slash's presence. But hot dinner doesn't do too much to ease the residual tension of earlier in the day. Another bite of the hot sandwich, and setting the cigarette halfway aside, and the Gnawer raises a hand in greeting.
Slash alters course, heading over toward the Gnawer's bench. Once he's close enough that he doesn't have to worry about trying to raise his voice to be heard, Slash offers a raspy "Hey," in a greeting of his own.
As far as it goes, Slash is the only one coming remotely close to where Jeremiah is. There's no real change in Jeremiah's demeanor, except perhaps a slight lessening in the tension if none in the rage department. "Hey." Still Jackaled, it would seem, and still fairly short on words. "How're you?"
Slash replies, "Can't complain." He gestures to the other end of the bench. "Wonderin' if you're up for company, just at the moment. Me, I headed south for a few weeks. Made it back a couple of days before the Great Hunt. How're things on your end? Any luck with any elders?"
Jeremiah pulls his knees to his chest a little more, a posture that on anyone else as young would be vulnerable. On him, it just seems a little bit less threatening, serves to show that Jeremiah is, for all that he's been Garou a long time, still young on the overall. And then there's a nod, acceptance if the elder Garou wants to sit, space made so that there's no invasion of personal space with it. "A little more," he answers, "Talked to Kyler. It's… working out."
Slash raises his brows at that. "Hell, if you're managin' that one, ups your odds a lot overall." Not that they're not still long, but every bit helps. Slash settles in on the other side of the bench so the Ahroun doesn't have to give up much space, and pulls out a bottle of water to sip from as he talks.
Jeremiah lifts his shoulders. "He wanted to talk, so," the ahroun says. "I did." There's another shrug. "Other than that, not much. Lose track of time, somewhat."
Slash considers, "Oughtta see about settin' up a few raids here in the city, maybe. Hit some bad areas with a small group, help out the Walkers an' the other Gnawers, give Mouse a little more t'judge by when you talk t'her, since you're still shut outta the revels an' other rites."
Jeremiah nods. "'t'd be a good thing," he agrees. "More to do, too." He shrugs his shoulders. "Don't need more'n a small group," the Gnawer squeaks, quietly. "Two others max. More than that's awkward, especially the city. Mostly, I been kept anything from setting down near the bridge, but that's about it." There's a humourless snort. "Scared the shit out of some asshole was trying to yell at the bird-lady, Val, earlier today."
Slash chuckles. "Serves the guy right, if he was messin' with her." As to the other, he notes, "Can get away with a few more on the other side, but yeah. Small group is still easier. Get much more'n a pack together an' you start drawin' attention."
The ahroun has a slightly solemn expression, but it might, might be closer towards humour. "Yelled at her 'bout something. Wasn' paying much attention as what, pulled him back a few feet and then stood there in his way. Some other guy did too, Thomas? Dunno him, but Val seemed to." The complaint here seeming to be the overall lack of incident that it turned into, before Jeremiah picks up the cigarette that's since gone out, fishing out a lighter to relight it with. "Asshole backed off pretty fast."
Slash says, "Good thing. Tends t'get messy when they don't, an' that's not good for any of us, no matter how temptin' it is sometimes." He doesn't seem entirely unfamiliar with Thomas, but there's no particular sign that he's done much more than heard the name.
Jeremiah catches his lower lip, and there's a regretful nod. "Would have deserved at least bein' hit a few times," the ahroun remarks, "but you's right, anyway. An then I went for a run like always, an' now back to uneventful. Some other guy Val seemed to know went to trail the asshole. Make sure he…" the ahroun pauses, and there's a moment where the Jackaled speech loses much of the defining accents, more like mimicry of a word that he knows but one that isn't in his usual vocabulary, "reconsidered his life choices. Better him than me."
Slash shakes his head. "Better him than me, too. An' mostly a waste of time, if it was by makin' threats. Guy might not mess with Val again, but unless he knew her, odds are he wouldn't've anyway. Really is too bad it's not that easy t'fix someone who's bein' an asshole, though."
There's a smile that verges on the very feral, teeth showing and it's not really the most pleasant expression, and then Jeremiah lifts his shoulders. "Not unless they're bein' that much of an asshole that they ain't never gon' bother anyone again," he responds. "Might catch Val later, see if she's doin' okay, an' all."
Slash chuckles. "I did say if it was by makin' threats. But anyway, I should be gettin' movin' again. Now that I'm back in town, though, I won't be such a stranger. Might even have a little surprise for ya by next time." What it might be, though, he offers no hint.
Jeremiah lifts a hand and nods. "I ain't goin' nowhere, don't think," he says. "Less someone starts off an' tells me leave, of course." There's a pause, and the Ahroun adds, "Gaia watch. Good t' see a friendly face."
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (70% full).
Late evening finds Jeremiah back in Harbor Park, on a bench rather than underneath a tree, and with a sandwich from one of the carts and a cup of hot coffee, knees drawn to his chest. And chainsmoking like nothing else, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. The Gnawer's entire posture echoes tension and Rage this evening, and most everyone in the park ignores him, or moreso, goes through lengths to go around and avoid him. Not even the beat cop walking the park seems to want to give him a hard time.
Slash is out wandering, as Striders are wont to do, and whether by accident or design, his journey has brought him to the park tonight. The moon may have its influence on him, just as with any Garou, but being Ragabash, it's at least less obvious. He enters the park through the main entrance, moving in the general direction of the fountain.
A good deal of Jeremiah's attention is on the hot dinner that he has, not the most common thing for the ahroun. But he does, eventually and after a time, notice Slash's presence. But hot dinner doesn't do too much to ease the residual tension of earlier in the day. Another bite of the hot sandwich, and setting the cigarette halfway aside, and the Gnawer raises a hand in greeting.
Slash alters course, heading over toward the Gnawer's bench. Once he's close enough that he doesn't have to worry about trying to raise his voice to be heard, Slash offers a raspy "Hey," in a greeting of his own.
As far as it goes, Slash is the only one coming remotely close to where Jeremiah is. There's no real change in Jeremiah's demeanor, except perhaps a slight lessening in the tension if none in the rage department. "Hey." Still Jackaled, it would seem, and still fairly short on words. "How're you?"
Slash replies, "Can't complain." He gestures to the other end of the bench. "Wonderin' if you're up for company, just at the moment. Me, I headed south for a few weeks. Made it back a couple of days before the Great Hunt. How're things on your end? Any luck with any elders?"
Jeremiah pulls his knees to his chest a little more, a posture that on anyone else as young would be vulnerable. On him, it just seems a little bit less threatening, serves to show that Jeremiah is, for all that he's been Garou a long time, still young on the overall. And then there's a nod, acceptance if the elder Garou wants to sit, space made so that there's no invasion of personal space with it. "A little more," he answers, "Talked to Kyler. It's… working out."
Slash raises his brows at that. "Hell, if you're managin' that one, ups your odds a lot overall." Not that they're not still long, but every bit helps. Slash settles in on the other side of the bench so the Ahroun doesn't have to give up much space, and pulls out a bottle of water to sip from as he talks.
Jeremiah lifts his shoulders. "He wanted to talk, so," the ahroun says. "I did." There's another shrug. "Other than that, not much. Lose track of time, somewhat."
Slash considers, "Oughtta see about settin' up a few raids here in the city, maybe. Hit some bad areas with a small group, help out the Walkers an' the other Gnawers, give Mouse a little more t'judge by when you talk t'her, since you're still shut outta the revels an' other rites."
Jeremiah nods. "'t'd be a good thing," he agrees. "More to do, too." He shrugs his shoulders. "Don't need more'n a small group," the Gnawer squeaks, quietly. "Two others max. More than that's awkward, especially the city. Mostly, I been kept anything from setting down near the bridge, but that's about it." There's a humourless snort. "Scared the shit out of some asshole was trying to yell at the bird-lady, Val, earlier today."
Slash chuckles. "Serves the guy right, if he was messin' with her." As to the other, he notes, "Can get away with a few more on the other side, but yeah. Small group is still easier. Get much more'n a pack together an' you start drawin' attention."
The ahroun has a slightly solemn expression, but it might, might be closer towards humour. "Yelled at her 'bout something. Wasn' paying much attention as what, pulled him back a few feet and then stood there in his way. Some other guy did too, Thomas? Dunno him, but Val seemed to." The complaint here seeming to be the overall lack of incident that it turned into, before Jeremiah picks up the cigarette that's since gone out, fishing out a lighter to relight it with. "Asshole backed off pretty fast."
Slash says, "Good thing. Tends t'get messy when they don't, an' that's not good for any of us, no matter how temptin' it is sometimes." He doesn't seem entirely unfamiliar with Thomas, but there's no particular sign that he's done much more than heard the name.
Jeremiah catches his lower lip, and there's a regretful nod. "Would have deserved at least bein' hit a few times," the ahroun remarks, "but you's right, anyway. An then I went for a run like always, an' now back to uneventful. Some other guy Val seemed to know went to trail the asshole. Make sure he…" the ahroun pauses, and there's a moment where the Jackaled speech loses much of the defining accents, more like mimicry of a word that he knows but one that isn't in his usual vocabulary, "reconsidered his life choices. Better him than me."
Slash shakes his head. "Better him than me, too. An' mostly a waste of time, if it was by makin' threats. Guy might not mess with Val again, but unless he knew her, odds are he wouldn't've anyway. Really is too bad it's not that easy t'fix someone who's bein' an asshole, though."
There's a smile that verges on the very feral, teeth showing and it's not really the most pleasant expression, and then Jeremiah lifts his shoulders. "Not unless they're bein' that much of an asshole that they ain't never gon' bother anyone again," he responds. "Might catch Val later, see if she's doin' okay, an' all."
Slash chuckles. "I did say if it was by makin' threats. But anyway, I should be gettin' movin' again. Now that I'm back in town, though, I won't be such a stranger. Might even have a little surprise for ya by next time." What it might be, though, he offers no hint.
Jeremiah lifts a hand and nods. "I ain't goin' nowhere, don't think," he says. "Less someone starts off an' tells me leave, of course." There's a pause, and the Ahroun adds, "Gaia watch. Good t' see a friendly face."