Shelby is outraged!
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shelbyrouIt is currently 18:56 Pacific Time on Tue Jun 15 2010.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (25% full).
Country House
The roar of the crotch rocket fills the air outside the house for a few moments before it is silenced and a rap on the door follows. Kelly is standing there waiting, wearing a pair of tattered jeans and a wife beater that clings to his chest beneath his black leather riding jacket. He shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing around as he paces a little, waiting.
It's only a few moments later that once again Shelby opens the door. This time, however, it's with a smile as she promptly steps back to allow the other Fang entry to the house. "Hi, Mr. Harris. You don't really have to knock, you know. You can just come in." She does glance past him to the empty road before closing the door again.
Kelly walks in, with a grin, "Please, call me Kelly," he says as he moves past her. "How are you?" he asks, mussing his hair a bit to loosen it up after the helmet. He waits for her to lead him to whichever room she would like to entertain in.
"Kelly-rhya," Shelby agrees with a teasing wrinkle of her nose. "--Do you want me to call you that? I'll probably have to, whenever Zosia's around. Zosia-rhya, I mean. Would you like to sit?" She moves past him toward the rest of the house, gesturing at the couch in the sitting room. "Anything to drink?"
Kelly laughs, "Kelly is fine. If you need to use the rhya around her, that's okay, but unless it's in answer to something official or whatever, just Kelly will do." He moves to the couch and flops down, lounging casually with his arm over the top of the back and folding a leg over the other. "Nothin' to drink, really. I'm fine." He smiles, "Relax."
The Ragabash swings away from the kitchen and back into the living room, where a short stack of magazines - Cosmopolitan and Vogue are at the top of the stack - suggest her earlier occupation. "If you're looking for her, or, well, anybody really, there's no one here but me."
Kelly laughs, "Would you believe, I came looking for you?" He gives her a friendly smile and shrugs, "You just seemed unhappy. Thought maybe you needed a pal." He emphasizes 'pal' just slightly, as if he is aware of how silly his word choice is on that one.
Up go Shelby's eyebrows. For a moment she's silent, watching him, hands folded primly in her lap and back straight. "That's very... thank you. It's been very odd, coming here from Virginia. There aren't many cubs my age, and most garou... well, most garou don't care about the things I do. ...Did, I mean."
Kelly nods, looking confidently at her. If there weren't a Litany between them, it might be the suave confidence of a charismatic teenager who could probably have a shot at any girl he wanted. "Maybe I'm not most Garou." He smiles, and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. "What do you care about, Shelb?"
"Shelby," she corrects with a flick of a smile. "If you please. And I was going to be a lawyer. Probably property, though I really hadn't decided yet. That's not really something the Philodox get into."
Kelly raises his brow a little at the name correction, like that sort of thing doesn't happen to him much. "Why can't you be a lawyer?" He tilts his head a little, "I don't... I don't understand."
Shelby blinks at him - not once, but several times. "Because I'm Garou," she answers, like this is some sort of a test. "These are the last days. We hardly have time for me to drop everything and go to college for eight years. I'm strange in that I actually have a high school diploma, and that's only because they thought I was Kin."
Kelly lifts his brow a bit. "That's not so strange." He gives a little shrug, "I have a diploma." He lets her think on that, not continuing.
"You weren't raised at Sunlit Waters, though," the Ragabash says, like this explains all. "Or here." She shrugs and glances back at the magazines, then up again. "Are you sure I can't get you something?"
Kelly studies her a moment, and then sighs. "I'm making you uncomfortable." He stands, "Sorry. I should prolly go."
Shelby rises half a heartbeat behind him, hands automatically smoothing out the folds in her track pants. "You aren't making me uncomfortable," she claims. "I just... I don't know what to do. I was raised as Kin, as I said. I've been taught to always be polite to Garou. I've only been Garou - well, only known I was Garou - for two and a half months. Not to mention, Zosia-rhya would have plenty of things to say if she heard I was being rude."
Kelly shakes his head, "I'm not telling her, and I don't think you're bein' rude." He sighs, "Look, I was raised human. My parents didn't even tell me I was kinfolk, let alone Garou. They kept it from me. So..." He shrugs, "When I changed, I gave up a lot of my dreams too. I just thought you might like knowing... you aren't alone." He gives a little nod, maybe more to himself than her, and then turns, beginning to head for the door.
"...They what?" There's no disguising the offended outrage in Shelby's voice, no smoothing it over to pretend it's something else. "That was terrible! How were you supposed to learn about Falcon? About Gaia? That's... that's practically criminal. You'd had the Baptism performed on you? They knew you were Garou?"
Kelly pauses, turning to look back at her. "I learned. You said yourself I spent a long time as a Cub. That's why." He then shrugs, "Father was... tenacious. He kept it from me because I am a SilverFang, and should be able to overcome all challenges."
"It was terrible," she repeats, as ruffled as a wet hen. "There are challenges, and then there's just being obstructionist." It's easy to guess which one Shelby thinks this was. "Everyone at Sunlit Waters knew who and what they were."
Kelly tilts his head, "Except you." He gives his head a little shake, "Father was just preparing me to lead. You don't understand. I don't expect you to," he adds softly. "Forget I mentioned it. I um... I should go." He smiles, a hint of nervousness or something, and then turns once more. "Sorry I couldn't help."
Shelby drops her eyes, acknowledging the point. "Well. Everyone knew they were Falcon's brood, anyway." She glances up again with half of a smile to meet his. "All right. Don't think you didn't, though. It's nice to talk to someone who isn't yelling at me, or waiting for me to mess up, or insisting I learn how to fight. And you're not likely to show up at the door as a Shadow Lord."
Kelly smirks, "Not a Shadow Lord." He pauses at the door, leaning against it and looking at her. "I think Garou forget our roots are lupus and human. Much as we pretend we're something more- and we are- we're also still those basic things as well. You do need to learn to fight. You will mess up. And if you wanna be a lawyer or have a day job, you'll find a way." He smiles, "Being a Warrior for Gaia doesn't mean you have to hate your life."
"It's better," Shelby starts, then corrects herself: "It's easier if I don't look any farther ahead than my Rite of Passage. If I think too much about the what-ifs and might-have-beens, I won't be able to do it." She leans against the wall, only for a moment, before straightening again to offer him another smile, tired this time. "Gaia knew what she was doing, Kelly. So did Falcon. You had your challenges growing up; these are mine." In a complete change of topic, "--Are you allowed onto the Bawn yet?"
Kelly nods, "I am. Why?" He folds his arms over his chest, watching her carefully.
Shelby says, "We should go out there some time, and run. It's nice to go with somebody, instead of being there alone. Not to mention," one side of her mouth curls up wistfully, "I'm still working on my Mother's Tongue. I know we don't have to be on the bawn to speak it, but you do need someone else there."
Kelly smiles, "Sure." He nods, "I'd like that." He turns then, opening the door. "Take it easy, Shelb." Then he stops, and corrects, "Bee. Shelby." He smiles at her apologetically, and then heads down the porch to his bike.
Shelby's smile widens at the correction. "You too, Kelly." She wrinkles her nose again in lieu of tacking on the honorific, and escorts him to the door. Waving him off enthusiastically, she waits until the Philodox is halfway down the drive before retreating into the house and back to her magazines.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (25% full).
Country House
The roar of the crotch rocket fills the air outside the house for a few moments before it is silenced and a rap on the door follows. Kelly is standing there waiting, wearing a pair of tattered jeans and a wife beater that clings to his chest beneath his black leather riding jacket. He shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing around as he paces a little, waiting.
It's only a few moments later that once again Shelby opens the door. This time, however, it's with a smile as she promptly steps back to allow the other Fang entry to the house. "Hi, Mr. Harris. You don't really have to knock, you know. You can just come in." She does glance past him to the empty road before closing the door again.
Kelly walks in, with a grin, "Please, call me Kelly," he says as he moves past her. "How are you?" he asks, mussing his hair a bit to loosen it up after the helmet. He waits for her to lead him to whichever room she would like to entertain in.
"Kelly-rhya," Shelby agrees with a teasing wrinkle of her nose. "--Do you want me to call you that? I'll probably have to, whenever Zosia's around. Zosia-rhya, I mean. Would you like to sit?" She moves past him toward the rest of the house, gesturing at the couch in the sitting room. "Anything to drink?"
Kelly laughs, "Kelly is fine. If you need to use the rhya around her, that's okay, but unless it's in answer to something official or whatever, just Kelly will do." He moves to the couch and flops down, lounging casually with his arm over the top of the back and folding a leg over the other. "Nothin' to drink, really. I'm fine." He smiles, "Relax."
The Ragabash swings away from the kitchen and back into the living room, where a short stack of magazines - Cosmopolitan and Vogue are at the top of the stack - suggest her earlier occupation. "If you're looking for her, or, well, anybody really, there's no one here but me."
Kelly laughs, "Would you believe, I came looking for you?" He gives her a friendly smile and shrugs, "You just seemed unhappy. Thought maybe you needed a pal." He emphasizes 'pal' just slightly, as if he is aware of how silly his word choice is on that one.
Up go Shelby's eyebrows. For a moment she's silent, watching him, hands folded primly in her lap and back straight. "That's very... thank you. It's been very odd, coming here from Virginia. There aren't many cubs my age, and most garou... well, most garou don't care about the things I do. ...Did, I mean."
Kelly nods, looking confidently at her. If there weren't a Litany between them, it might be the suave confidence of a charismatic teenager who could probably have a shot at any girl he wanted. "Maybe I'm not most Garou." He smiles, and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. "What do you care about, Shelb?"
"Shelby," she corrects with a flick of a smile. "If you please. And I was going to be a lawyer. Probably property, though I really hadn't decided yet. That's not really something the Philodox get into."
Kelly raises his brow a little at the name correction, like that sort of thing doesn't happen to him much. "Why can't you be a lawyer?" He tilts his head a little, "I don't... I don't understand."
Shelby blinks at him - not once, but several times. "Because I'm Garou," she answers, like this is some sort of a test. "These are the last days. We hardly have time for me to drop everything and go to college for eight years. I'm strange in that I actually have a high school diploma, and that's only because they thought I was Kin."
Kelly lifts his brow a bit. "That's not so strange." He gives a little shrug, "I have a diploma." He lets her think on that, not continuing.
"You weren't raised at Sunlit Waters, though," the Ragabash says, like this explains all. "Or here." She shrugs and glances back at the magazines, then up again. "Are you sure I can't get you something?"
Kelly studies her a moment, and then sighs. "I'm making you uncomfortable." He stands, "Sorry. I should prolly go."
Shelby rises half a heartbeat behind him, hands automatically smoothing out the folds in her track pants. "You aren't making me uncomfortable," she claims. "I just... I don't know what to do. I was raised as Kin, as I said. I've been taught to always be polite to Garou. I've only been Garou - well, only known I was Garou - for two and a half months. Not to mention, Zosia-rhya would have plenty of things to say if she heard I was being rude."
Kelly shakes his head, "I'm not telling her, and I don't think you're bein' rude." He sighs, "Look, I was raised human. My parents didn't even tell me I was kinfolk, let alone Garou. They kept it from me. So..." He shrugs, "When I changed, I gave up a lot of my dreams too. I just thought you might like knowing... you aren't alone." He gives a little nod, maybe more to himself than her, and then turns, beginning to head for the door.
"...They what?" There's no disguising the offended outrage in Shelby's voice, no smoothing it over to pretend it's something else. "That was terrible! How were you supposed to learn about Falcon? About Gaia? That's... that's practically criminal. You'd had the Baptism performed on you? They knew you were Garou?"
Kelly pauses, turning to look back at her. "I learned. You said yourself I spent a long time as a Cub. That's why." He then shrugs, "Father was... tenacious. He kept it from me because I am a SilverFang, and should be able to overcome all challenges."
"It was terrible," she repeats, as ruffled as a wet hen. "There are challenges, and then there's just being obstructionist." It's easy to guess which one Shelby thinks this was. "Everyone at Sunlit Waters knew who and what they were."
Kelly tilts his head, "Except you." He gives his head a little shake, "Father was just preparing me to lead. You don't understand. I don't expect you to," he adds softly. "Forget I mentioned it. I um... I should go." He smiles, a hint of nervousness or something, and then turns once more. "Sorry I couldn't help."
Shelby drops her eyes, acknowledging the point. "Well. Everyone knew they were Falcon's brood, anyway." She glances up again with half of a smile to meet his. "All right. Don't think you didn't, though. It's nice to talk to someone who isn't yelling at me, or waiting for me to mess up, or insisting I learn how to fight. And you're not likely to show up at the door as a Shadow Lord."
Kelly smirks, "Not a Shadow Lord." He pauses at the door, leaning against it and looking at her. "I think Garou forget our roots are lupus and human. Much as we pretend we're something more- and we are- we're also still those basic things as well. You do need to learn to fight. You will mess up. And if you wanna be a lawyer or have a day job, you'll find a way." He smiles, "Being a Warrior for Gaia doesn't mean you have to hate your life."
"It's better," Shelby starts, then corrects herself: "It's easier if I don't look any farther ahead than my Rite of Passage. If I think too much about the what-ifs and might-have-beens, I won't be able to do it." She leans against the wall, only for a moment, before straightening again to offer him another smile, tired this time. "Gaia knew what she was doing, Kelly. So did Falcon. You had your challenges growing up; these are mine." In a complete change of topic, "--Are you allowed onto the Bawn yet?"
Kelly nods, "I am. Why?" He folds his arms over his chest, watching her carefully.
Shelby says, "We should go out there some time, and run. It's nice to go with somebody, instead of being there alone. Not to mention," one side of her mouth curls up wistfully, "I'm still working on my Mother's Tongue. I know we don't have to be on the bawn to speak it, but you do need someone else there."
Kelly smiles, "Sure." He nods, "I'd like that." He turns then, opening the door. "Take it easy, Shelb." Then he stops, and corrects, "Bee. Shelby." He smiles at her apologetically, and then heads down the porch to his bike.
Shelby's smile widens at the correction. "You too, Kelly." She wrinkles her nose again in lieu of tacking on the honorific, and escorts him to the door. Waving him off enthusiastically, she waits until the Philodox is halfway down the drive before retreating into the house and back to her magazines.