Meeting the New Kid

[Marrick Fisher]

Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) [how is she doing today...]

[Indira Kamble]

It's been a week and a half that Indira's been in Chicago now. It's done her good, the steady supply of sleep and adequate food - all, of course, scavenged from the Brotherhood when no one else was downstairs. Or, in some cases, even when they were. Comfortable though the bed was, sooner or later she was going to get tired of it, and that day was today. It's the first that she's really bothered to go out and explore the city. She's dressed in the only set of clothes she really has: a pair of jeans wearing through at the thighs, sneakers (the left heel flaps with abandon), and several layered shirts, forearms and hands covered with bracelets and rings. Charlie told her to get in touch with Marrick, and so it's Marrick she seeks. She moves through Grant Park almost at a trot, a girl of about 20 - impossible to miss with the bright pink head of hair she sports - trying to keep her senses attuned enough to catch wind of another Garou. It's the first time she's done something like this, tried to seek someone out, and she isn't sure how she's supposed to do it - whether a howl would be appropriate or not. Somehow, looking at the people in the park, she thinks not.

[Marrick Fisher]

She runs. Marrick doesn't just run, she sprints. She moves with the speed and grace of someone who is practiced at this, who is used to moving. When she runs, she runs because it feels good, and while she might not be the strongest or the fastest, she moves because she wants to push herself. She moves because there is vitality and strength in movement. She moves because it is Just and because it is Right. Because it makes her body want to stop. But she doesn't. She is easy to find. Or, rather, easy enough. she's blonde she's tan, but she bleeds Fury blood in a way few others do. She was born of heroes, and one can only assume that she lives up to their expectations. or, rather, hopes that she does.

[Administrator]

lrkr, welcome to Grant Park (Northside) (Now)

[Indira Kamble]

The sight of the running girl stirs something in Indira almost immediately; even before Marrick is close enough for Indira to glance over her and match her description with the one she's been given, it makes her want to bound off too. She's been indoors and inactive for the better part of a week and a half, and it's hard to keep the kind of energy she has contained for long. So when Marrick -does- jog by on the sidewalk, and Indira realizes belatedly that she looks very much like the person Indira was told to find, the Ahroun twists her head around to watch Marrick's back as it bounces away. Seconds later, she's sprinting to catch up, legs moving in furious bursts rather than in graceful or measured motions. Indira was not born of heroes, and she certainly doesn't move like one. She moves like a girl that grew up trying to keep up with boys on basketball courts, or like a teenager exiting a cornerside convenience store with a guilty conscience. "Hey!" is the breathless outburst once she's reached the other Garou's side. "You ain't Marrick, are you?"

[Administrator]

lrkr has left Grant Park (Northside)

[Administrator]

Boy, welcome to Grant Park (Northside) (Now)

[Marrick Fisher]

She stops running almost abruptly. It's almost awe-inspiring, the way that she can stop and start. but, really, it's just a teenaged gesture. She stops and starts because everything about her is abrupt and fast and furious and dangerous. It's just the way that she is. The Fury looks at Indira, and she cocks her head to the side. She doesn't know her, which is a problem, but she doesnt' seem to mind too much. "That's me," she drawls, "whatcha need?"

[Indira Kamble]

Marrick stops her forward trajectory rather suddenly; Indira can't manage it with quite that much grace. The Bone Gnawer pounds ahead on the pavement for a few steps before twisting her body to the side, jerking to a halt. She smooths a hand over the top of her head, panting only slightly. "'M Indira. Charlie at the Brotherhood told me ta find you." Now that she's standing in front of Marrick, she appraises her, meeting her eyes first and then taking in the rest of her appearance. She doesn't know much about Marrick, other than her name and what she was told she looks like - and that she's an Ahroun - so for a few seconds she almost appears at a loss. "I'm new to town an' when I asked who I oughta talk to, your name came up. Hope you don' mind."

[Boy]

Boy isn't running. That isn't to say he doesn't run, mind you. He runs just as hard and just as long as the Fury. But in a way Marrick was expected to run, to exert herself, and to excel at it. Boy was expected to be silent. Even tempered. Pensive. And so that's what he is. Even tempered and silent. Even though the wind blows a chill straight through him, and even though his soaked Denim jacket seemed to hold the cold in with him. He was coming up the path in the park, approaching the other two from the opposite direction. And when he sees his packmate and another up ahead he doesn't wave in Jubilation or scowl at the stranger. He simply approaches, and stands. Quiet. Pensive. And cold as hell.

[Marrick Fisher]

There were things that people failed to say about Marrick Fisher.The first was that she wasn't very tall. In comparison to the other ahrouns in this city, Marrick Fisher was almost tiny. A little over five and a half feet tall. The second thing that people failed to tell you when they mentioned her name was the fact that she regarded people with unwavering interest. She could focus on things for hours, and then there were times where her attention could barely focus on anything for more than a few seconds. "Charlie's a solid guy. We got a lotta stuff in common," she steps back and gestures to the Uktena with her, "this is Boy. Boy? This is Indira."

[Boy]

The only greeting Indira really gets from him is an abruptly lifted chin. A sort of reverse nod that says 'I see you, and acknowledge your resistance.' It also said 'I'm a teenager' about as much as his face and stature did. He couldn't have been a day older than seventeen.

[Indira Kamble]

Indira stands a few inches taller than Marrick herself, though her perpetual slouch nearly brings her down to Marrick's height. She stands with her thumbs hooked in the pockets of her jeans while they talk to one another, turning to look Boy over before they've been introduced. Her appraisal doesn't seem to be calculating in the slightest, or even unfriendly - something about her seems warm, in fact, in a way that is desperate to be liked and to make friends. The way a lost dog might wander up to someone and rest its chin on their knee. "I liked 'im," Indira agrees, when Marrick mentions Charlie, and a second later she's been given the stranger's name. "...Boy?" A second passes while she blinks at him before she extends a hand in the same rough, jerky motions she had when running. "Nice to meetya, Boy. I jus' got to Chicago about a week ago."

[Boy]

"Boy." He says finally. Once, as if for confirmation. You heard right. That's my name. "You staying there then? At the Brotherhood?"

[Marrick Fisher]

The Fury looks up at the Gnawer and she offers her a hand. girl who bled more red dirt than red blood. "I do, too, he's th'first Fury I met in this town, solid shaman," she says. Then? "hey, you been huntin' yet?" Spoken like a true backwoods kind of girl. She was from Oklahoma, she was a lot of things. The Fury was, however, a girl who drove a truck to get here. Whose most prized possessions included hiking boots and an OU jersey... that was an odd one, though, and she didn't talk about it.

[Indira Kamble]

Indira gives Boy a nod, rocking back and forth from the ball of her foot to her heel, her thumbs still hooked in the pockets of her jeans. She doesn't seem to be one for standing still. "Yeah, I'm stayin' there. Be stupid to turn it down, I ain't got anywhere lined up around here yet. If that's even gonna happen. It's hard to keep a place in this economy, y'know?" The phrase 'in this economy' seems to be something she says because she's heard other people say it, not as though she has any understanding of economic principles or the state of the housing market. It has the feel of an echo. Marrick just gets a strange look. "Nah, I ain't tried hunting anything here. Or do you mean, like, hunting the Wyrm?"

[Marrick Fisher]

"Yeah, like, been off blazin' into battle yet? If y'haven't, I'd love t'take you," it seemed to be what she did. Marrick took people hunting. She assessed their strengths and weaknesses and... well.. who knew what else she did. Maybe the Fury just liked to hunt. It gave her a lot to think about. "Brotherhoods a decent temporary place until you find a permanent one. Me an' Boy stayed there for awhile."

[Indira Kamble]

"Well, just once," Indira admits, stopping the slow back and forth motion so that she can look at Marrick. "But it was up in Detroit, where I came down here from. Ain't done nothing here yet. But if you wanna bring me I'd wanna go," she adds, quickly. The brown skin of Indira's hands has a few thin white scars - the sort one gets from knives or razors. No hunting scars yet, though. Indira is a girl who has left one environment, one role, for a very similar one in what might as well be another world. "I ain't sure when I'm gonna get a permanent one. 'S hard for me to find a job, but I'm lookin'. Maybe something'll pop up."

[Marrick Fisher]

"Well, I do prize fightin' and modeling." She looks like she's being serious, and she is. The Fury can not help but laugh a little at this thought. "But, hey, no big if you can't find a job. Economy's shit, and if worse comes to worse I'll help ya find somewhere permanent. Either way, can't wait t'see you in battle, Indira."

[Boy]

His eyes glanced over her unabashedly. Her hair, her clothes, the markings on her skin. "You like music?" He asked, sort of out of the blue. "You could try one of those clubs. Maybe you'd make a good bouncer."

[Indira Kamble]

Prize fighting -and- modeling. Indira blinks at Marrick as though she's trying to determine whether or not the other Ahroun is indeed serious. "Never met somebody that was a model before," she says. "I'll look forward to it too. I jus' got done with my Rite of Passage a couple weeks ago, but I think I can get behind this Wyrm hunting thing." At Boy, she just blinks in confusion for a second before she understands what he means. "Oh! Yeah, I like music, like dance clubs and stuff. Bet that might be more fun for me than some of the other stuff I've been applying to do. Being a stocker at Sam's Club sounds boring as shit."

[Administrator]

Marrick Fisher, welcome to Grant Park (Northside) (Now)

[Boy]

"Hm." He says to that, and little more. There's a glance to Marrick. She seemed to like this one. But then again, Marrick and first impressions were like milk and cereal. They just made each other better. "We're in Lincoln Park. You know where that is? Just south of Lake View. If the neighborhood starts looking too Ritzy you've gone too far north. If it looks too ghetto, you're too far south. If there's a lot of nice, small houses with foreclosure signs, then you're in the right place." Yeah, they knew a thing or two about 'this economy'. "You should come find us some time."

[Marrick Fisher]

She just went through her Rite of Passage a couple weeks ago. She nods solid, "we'll getcha set up." Chicago's welcome wagon, regardless of what might be said, these two seemed solid enough. She folded her arms across her chest and made sure that everything was fine and dandy and put together. "An' yeah, it's kinda cool... Lee moved, so I ain't really been doin' that too often... Someday, I'll show ya pictures," she said with quietpride.

[Marrick Fisher]

Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 7) [WP] (try and understand stuff!)

[Marrick Fisher]

(oh, crap, wrong window!)

[Indira Kamble]

Boy asks if she knows where Lincoln Park is, and Indira shakes her head slowly as she reaches into the back pocket of her jeans. What she retrieves is a tattered Triple A map, which she unfolds and peers at while Boy tells her that it's south of Lake View. Finally, her eyes light up when she finds it. "'Kay, I think I know where you're talkin' about. I'll come an' look for you guys. Oughta start learnin' where everything around here is anyway. I ain't never been out of Detroit before." She begins to fold up the map as Marrick begins talking again. She doesn't fold it properly - she just tries to jam the creases together, hoping that they'll match up. When they don't, she frowns, pulls everything apart and tries again. Eventually she just gives up and sticks the slightly uneven rectangle back into her pocket. "I'd like to see pictures," she tells Marrick, partly out of curiosity and partly because Marrick is proud and it seems like the right thing to say. "I used to do, like, photography an' stuff. But never sold anything an' I ain't got a camera now, I used ta just use my school's."

[Marrick Fisher]

There is quiet pridde in this. The Fury perks up and looks at Indira as though she is special, as though she is a kindred spirit. Another who has never left the place tha she had considered home until now. The two couldn't be any more different. Marrick was a paragon of breeding and Indira was... well.. A Bone Gnawer. But both were full moons, both were female, and that was enough for the Fury to give her what seemed to be a good review, "there's some kickass pawn sho[s 'round here.. If Liadan was still around I'd see if she as gettin' rid of somethin' sometime.. but I think she's up in Canada, so.. yea, anyway? Yougot any of your old prints? I'd like t'see 'em."

[Boy]

"Do you d-draw?" Boy asks. Every so often he stands solid. Unyielding. Then its ruined when the wind passes and a shiver runs through him. He recovers quickly though, giving Indira an intensely curious gaze. "Doodle draws. I think you guys might be cousins or something. Know what I mean?"