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shelbyrouIt is currently 14:43 Pacific Time on Fri May 14 2010.
Currently the moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (7% full).
Country House
A Ragabash moon means Ragabash are twitchy, though Shelby hasn't gone past the boundaries set out for her by Zosia and Al. That they know of, anyway. The past couple of days she's spent more time in lupus or glabro while 'at home', healing up a bitten foot. Today, though, she's back in homid and in one of her cuter outfits - definitely not the track suit - with the kitchen windows open to share the smell of cookies with the rest of the world. She's singing along to something exceedingly pop and modern, earbud cords stringing down to disappear into a back pocket.
Al pulls up to the house in his usual bland grey sedan, dressed in the usual rumpled black suit. He clomps into the house, sniffing audibly at the smell of baked cookies, then grunts a "Yo" toward Shelby.
"Work, work, work, work!" carols Shelby, bumping the oven closed with a hip. "Work, work, bitch, you better- aah!" Presumably that bit isn't in the song, for the cub pulls her earbuds free at the sight of Al, tinny music still thumping away. "Jeeze, Al! You trying to kill me?"
Al scowls. "If I was, you'd fuckin' be dead," he growls. "What the fuck kinda shit're you listening to?"
Shelby says, "Music," like it should be obvious. "Ciara. Her Fantasy Ride CD." She does, however, pull her phone free and switch it off, wrinkling her nose at it before turning the same look on Al. "What died in your cornflakes?"
"You wanna smack?" asks the Noo Yawk Fang, partially raising his right hand as though to deliver a backhand. "Keep up with the smart mouth."
Shelby immediately drops her eyes and takes a step back, one arm crossing over her middle to grab the other elbow. "Sorry."
Al grunts and lowers his hand. Slouching over to the cookies, he asks, "Whatchoo been up to lately, anyway?"
Shelby continues to back as he approaches, even when he pauses to lay claim to the cookies. She ends up on the other side of the dishwasher before she stops, keeping her back to the cabinets. "Glyphs, staying on the bawn. Tim's got me tracking anything with feet. August - August-rhya has me practicing with a sling. I met a lupus Uktena the other day. Stupid thing bit me."
Al picks up a cookie. "Yeah? What'd you do to him?" He looks back at her, biting into the cookie as he does so. Crumbs spill.
Someone is going to have to sweep later, and it probably won't be Al. "I don't know," Shelby tells the floor. "Yelled at him, I guess. I don't really remember. All of a sudden I was in Crinos and then he backed off."
Al grunts. "Guess he was a cub, too?"
Shelby nods at that. "Horse-tail, or something. A theurge. He looked really mangy," she adds, remembering with a curl of lip. "Like, all his hair was falling out, and he was starving or something."
Al finishes off the cookie, somewhat messily, and wipes his fingers off on his tie. "Huh. Sure he was a lupus? Sounds like a mule."
"He said he was wolf-born," the cub shrugs. "And Sora - she's another cub - she said there was a new lupus cub. So that's probably him."
Al grunts. "Fuckin' Uktena. Probably tied a bane to him to see what would happen." He sniffs, wipes his nose with the back of his hand, and then eyeballs the girl. "You learned any real fighting, yet? Or just shit with a sling?"
Shelby goes paler. "Um." She doesn't particularly want to look at Al, and anyway, these cookies are close enough, right? "August-rhya said he wanted me to learn the sling first."
Al wrinkles his nose at this, then shrugs. "Zosia got it all figured out for ya, huh?"
The younger Ragabash has no answer for that, save to shrug her shoulders - first one, then the other, and both drop in tandem. "I'm not going to argue with her. If she wants me trained by... by Cockroach, she probably has a reason for it."
Al grunts. "Yeah." He looks around moodily for a bit, then shrugs again. "She ain't in, is she?"
While he mopes Shelby fidgets: tugging down her miniskirt to cover an extra half-centimeter, lacing her fingers together only to immediately swing free, and the like. "No," she answers promptly, correcting just as promptly: "Not that I know of. She could have come in through the front while I've been back here."
Al grunts. "Yeah, well, tell her I stopped by, a'right?" He takes another cookie -- another couple of cookies, actually -- and starts back toward the front of the house. "I was just stoppin' by to see if she needed anything, or whatever."
Shelby dares both a half-step forward and a suggestion. So brave (or stupid)! "Have you called her house? Moon's small, she's probably with her family."
"It ain't important." He pauses to look back at her, frowning squintily. "Anythin' you need from town?"
That coaxes her a few more eager steps closer. "Can I go with you? Zosia says I'm still not supposed to go anywhere by my self."
"Kid," says Al, "the places I go ain't no place for a girl like you."
"You're not going to a mall," Shelby realizes, momentarily crushed. "--What sort of places do you go to? Garou-places, or...?"
Al smirks a little. "Nah. Human places. But not your kinda people."
Shelby draws another two steps closer. "Could be argued that nobody here is our kind of people." She's not brave enough to invite herself along, though. "Be, um. Gaia watch."
"Yeah, you too." Al heads out, pausing to add, "Maybe if Zo decides she wants you to learn city shit, I'll show ya some stuff." He shrugs. "'Til then, seems like she's got you pretty well covered." Beat. "See ya." And he's out.
Currently the moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (7% full).
Country House
A Ragabash moon means Ragabash are twitchy, though Shelby hasn't gone past the boundaries set out for her by Zosia and Al. That they know of, anyway. The past couple of days she's spent more time in lupus or glabro while 'at home', healing up a bitten foot. Today, though, she's back in homid and in one of her cuter outfits - definitely not the track suit - with the kitchen windows open to share the smell of cookies with the rest of the world. She's singing along to something exceedingly pop and modern, earbud cords stringing down to disappear into a back pocket.
Al pulls up to the house in his usual bland grey sedan, dressed in the usual rumpled black suit. He clomps into the house, sniffing audibly at the smell of baked cookies, then grunts a "Yo" toward Shelby.
"Work, work, work, work!" carols Shelby, bumping the oven closed with a hip. "Work, work, bitch, you better- aah!" Presumably that bit isn't in the song, for the cub pulls her earbuds free at the sight of Al, tinny music still thumping away. "Jeeze, Al! You trying to kill me?"
Al scowls. "If I was, you'd fuckin' be dead," he growls. "What the fuck kinda shit're you listening to?"
Shelby says, "Music," like it should be obvious. "Ciara. Her Fantasy Ride CD." She does, however, pull her phone free and switch it off, wrinkling her nose at it before turning the same look on Al. "What died in your cornflakes?"
"You wanna smack?" asks the Noo Yawk Fang, partially raising his right hand as though to deliver a backhand. "Keep up with the smart mouth."
Shelby immediately drops her eyes and takes a step back, one arm crossing over her middle to grab the other elbow. "Sorry."
Al grunts and lowers his hand. Slouching over to the cookies, he asks, "Whatchoo been up to lately, anyway?"
Shelby continues to back as he approaches, even when he pauses to lay claim to the cookies. She ends up on the other side of the dishwasher before she stops, keeping her back to the cabinets. "Glyphs, staying on the bawn. Tim's got me tracking anything with feet. August - August-rhya has me practicing with a sling. I met a lupus Uktena the other day. Stupid thing bit me."
Al picks up a cookie. "Yeah? What'd you do to him?" He looks back at her, biting into the cookie as he does so. Crumbs spill.
Someone is going to have to sweep later, and it probably won't be Al. "I don't know," Shelby tells the floor. "Yelled at him, I guess. I don't really remember. All of a sudden I was in Crinos and then he backed off."
Al grunts. "Guess he was a cub, too?"
Shelby nods at that. "Horse-tail, or something. A theurge. He looked really mangy," she adds, remembering with a curl of lip. "Like, all his hair was falling out, and he was starving or something."
Al finishes off the cookie, somewhat messily, and wipes his fingers off on his tie. "Huh. Sure he was a lupus? Sounds like a mule."
"He said he was wolf-born," the cub shrugs. "And Sora - she's another cub - she said there was a new lupus cub. So that's probably him."
Al grunts. "Fuckin' Uktena. Probably tied a bane to him to see what would happen." He sniffs, wipes his nose with the back of his hand, and then eyeballs the girl. "You learned any real fighting, yet? Or just shit with a sling?"
Shelby goes paler. "Um." She doesn't particularly want to look at Al, and anyway, these cookies are close enough, right? "August-rhya said he wanted me to learn the sling first."
Al wrinkles his nose at this, then shrugs. "Zosia got it all figured out for ya, huh?"
The younger Ragabash has no answer for that, save to shrug her shoulders - first one, then the other, and both drop in tandem. "I'm not going to argue with her. If she wants me trained by... by Cockroach, she probably has a reason for it."
Al grunts. "Yeah." He looks around moodily for a bit, then shrugs again. "She ain't in, is she?"
While he mopes Shelby fidgets: tugging down her miniskirt to cover an extra half-centimeter, lacing her fingers together only to immediately swing free, and the like. "No," she answers promptly, correcting just as promptly: "Not that I know of. She could have come in through the front while I've been back here."
Al grunts. "Yeah, well, tell her I stopped by, a'right?" He takes another cookie -- another couple of cookies, actually -- and starts back toward the front of the house. "I was just stoppin' by to see if she needed anything, or whatever."
Shelby dares both a half-step forward and a suggestion. So brave (or stupid)! "Have you called her house? Moon's small, she's probably with her family."
"It ain't important." He pauses to look back at her, frowning squintily. "Anythin' you need from town?"
That coaxes her a few more eager steps closer. "Can I go with you? Zosia says I'm still not supposed to go anywhere by my self."
"Kid," says Al, "the places I go ain't no place for a girl like you."
"You're not going to a mall," Shelby realizes, momentarily crushed. "--What sort of places do you go to? Garou-places, or...?"
Al smirks a little. "Nah. Human places. But not your kinda people."
Shelby draws another two steps closer. "Could be argued that nobody here is our kind of people." She's not brave enough to invite herself along, though. "Be, um. Gaia watch."
"Yeah, you too." Al heads out, pausing to add, "Maybe if Zo decides she wants you to learn city shit, I'll show ya some stuff." He shrugs. "'Til then, seems like she's got you pretty well covered." Beat. "See ya." And he's out.