Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (34% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it's a sunny day. The temperature is 75 degrees Fahrenheit (23 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.08 and falling, and the relative humidity is 46 percent. The dewpoint is 53 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 15:50 Pacific Time on Wed Jul 25 2001.
Walker Safe House(#2832RAJ)
This small tenement building is a work that any interior decorator would be proud of. The building is somehow filled with light and space, despite the fact that the room is far from large. Mirrored surfaces and lush green potted plants are much in evidence - jarring only slightly with the video cameras that perch unobtrusively in various locations. A small sign on the wall lists the number of apartments upstairs as eight, though there are no names next to the apartment numbers. A very thick door leads downstairs, with no visible method of being opened - except a keypad next to it. A monitor is perched above the entrance, showing images from the hidden camera that watches the outside of the building.
The lobby branches off into what appears to be a small recreation room; for use only by residents and their guests. Much like the rest of the building, mirrors are prominent. There is a pool table set up in one half of the room, along with a small fridge for storing drinks and a cabinet for snackables. The remainder is dominated by a large home theater system, with an incredibly expensive-looking couch in front of it. The couch nearly screams out, 'Don't spill anything'. For those who might, there are also two matching side-chairs, and a bean-bag on the floor - far too close to the television to be good for anyone's eyes.
Jeremy heads into the rec room after stepping through the lobby. His eyes are searching slowly about, pondering where his backpack is. He's quiet, not his typical 'almost' enthusiastic self when he comes here.
In the rec room sits Dizzy, intently watching the television. From the looks of it, it's some cheezy day time soap opera. She looks up at Jeremy's arrival and goes right back to the TV. "Hey," she says in greeting to the kin.
"Hey." Jeremy murmurs before finding his backpack tucked away behind one of the chairs. Picking it up, he slings it over his shoulder and tests the weight a bit. "Bye." With that, he starts heading for the entrance once more.
Without turning away from the television, Dizzy asks, "Where are you off to?"
Jeremy shrugs his shoulders absently. "Going back home, to Roger's home I suposse. It was nice meeting you by the way." The kin says softly as he continues forward without sparing a glance back to the cub.
The show breaks for commercials and the ragabash turns her intentions to Jeremy, a concerned look on her face, "You sound like you're not coming back. What's up?"
"Talk to Sophia." Jeremy says upon reaching the door, rolling his shoulders back into a shrug. "For some reason, she just thinks I'm this pervert and I don't know why. So, last night she dumped me. So I'm not going to waste my time here. I have to get ready for College and to /focus/ on important things, like making myself useful for the tribe here. I also need a job, maybe find a new room mate, probably move in with that Coggie kin if he is up for it."
Dizzy frowns, and turns off the tv as she gets up. "Oh, she did, did she?" the cub asks as she approaches the kin boy. "Well, what say we go have a talk with her, hmm?"
"No, I'd rather not." The kin says, a bit coldly. "I'm tired of playing these games. I'm not in the mood to be caught up in some Garou soap opera. I already got jerked and dangled around literally by Jon, and being dumped by Sophia is just the last straw. I'm too simple, my life is not in need of change. I just want to do my routine, mundane and boring schedule of work and school. Thats it."
Dizzy crosses her arms across her chest, not pleased at all, "Well, _I_ am tired of all these games too. I have no idea what possessed Sophia to break up with you. I had thought we had talked it over and she understood that you are not 'some kind of pervert' and the whole thing was a mix up. John knows what Hops did and I'm sure _that_ will be delt with. Core and I are on edge about that whole deal as well. You do have friends, Jer."
Jeremy nods and shrugs. "She's comparing herself to Kit, a Black Fury who had a thing for me." Sighing, he brushes away his bangs. "I'm tired of trying to explain things, its better this way."
Grabbing Jeremy by the arm, Dizzy starts towards the stairs, "You're lucky, Jer. I wouldn't do this for just anyone."
Jeremy gets dragged along for a moment before planting his foot back and puts pressur eon his heel. "Amanda, stop ok? I don't want to be with her."
Dizzy stops and looks at Jeremy, trying to figure him out. "Are you sure about this?" she asks. "I'm just trying to help."
Jeremy nods his head with a sigh. "I'm sure. She obviously doesn't have it together and I don't want to be strung along. She dumped me easily last night without even blinking, didn't even care.. so.. I just give up. This is not what I want. If I'm going to be with someone, they have to like me for who I am, and they have to let me be myself and not get so defensive or edgy or always thinking I want something that I don't. I just... I don't know.. I should date someone really my own age."
Thinking about this for a second, Dizzy releases her grip on the poor boy's arm. "You're right," she sighs, "I forget that you are so much older than she is. Just stop around some times, you know. Don't just drop out of sight, please." She turns around and heads up the stairs, calling out, "See you later, Jeremy. An' if I don't, I'm coming after you," she jokes.
Jeremy smiles, slightly, then calls after her. "You have my cell, you know how to get aholdof me." With that, he turns and leaves out the door, shutting it gently behind him.
Roach Motel: Bachelorette Pad(#4128RAJ$)
Small, bare, and uninviting, this little apartment is clearly not the dwelling of a homebody, nor of a person accustomed to entertaining. The sitting area has only bright white plastic lawn furniture that looks as if it might have been manufactured by Tupperware. Makeshift shelves of cinderblocks and 1"X8" boards bow with the weight of scores of books. Titles like "Rescuing the Bible From Middle America" or "Zarathustra: Modernism in Antiquity" can be seen here, along with dozens of dime-store paperbacks. The small writing table is completely taken up by a computer, powered up and humming softly.
The kitchen looks as if it might never have been cooked in. A small microwave on the counter is still blinking "12:00", no one having bothered to set the clock. Beside it is an electric can opener. The only evidence of use is a single glass in the stainless steel sink and a few fast-food bags in the trashcan. The sole decoration on the refrigerator is a postcard bearing a photograph of a monstrous, grimy power plant with "Come to Hanford!" printed on the bottom in fluorescent green.
Through a door opposite the kitchen, the tiny bedroom looks slightly more lived-in. On top of a black particle-board dresser sit a hairbrush, a few hair-ties, and several plastic hairclips, along with a small pile of cheap costume jewelry. A frame designed to hold several of snapshots is hung squarely on the wall. One bed is made, a bright yellow bedspread bravely trying to cheer up the room. Another is made half-heartedly, the bedspread just carelessly tossed over the top, as if to humor someone.
Sophia is sitting in one of the lawnchairs, which has been moved next to the window. She's got a book open on her lap, but isn't reading it; just staring out at the street below. A glass of milk has been sitting next to her for some time, now too warm to drink.
Entering with flair and fury, Dizzy unlocks the door and flings it open, "Sophie!" she calls out, "We _need_ to talk."
Sophia doesn't look away from the window. "Yes?" she asks distractedly.
Dizzy walks over next to her roommate and looms over her, hands on her hips, "Sophie..." The ragabash pauses for a second of calming, "Sophie, first of all, _why_ did you not tell me you broke up with Jeremy?"
Sophia turns now to face Dizzy, eyes stoney. "I didn't think it was important. Should I have?"
Dizzy throws her arms up in the air with an exasperated sound of defeat, "I don't get you, Sophie. Jeremy is a nice boy. Hard to find. _Extremely_ hard to find a nice guy like that. Hell, he even told you he _loved_ you. But what do you do? One minute you're with him, then you hide from him, you decide you like him too, then you dump him. What is going on in that mind of yours?"
Sophia looks back at the window as her eyes start to moisten. "He spent the night with another woman the night before our first date. I forgave him for it, because the way he told me, it sounded like he was coerced, even forced into it. How can you be angry at someone for something they didn't choose? Well, it turns out she didn't fuckin' take advantage of him after all. He didn't lie, but he came damn close to it, and didn't even bother to apologize."
Dizzy blinks, "Spent the night as in stayed over or spent the night as in tumbled in the sack?"
Sophia shrugs. "He's spent the /night/ with me. Like, sleeping in the same bed. That's not what I'm talking about, though. I don't know what they did, but whatever it was is bad enough for him to hide it from me. And I'm really starting to think this shy guy thing is just an act, a way to tricking me into making his moves for him. I can't trust him."
Dizzy sighs and rests her head up against the wall, her arms droop at her side. "Sophie. Did it ever occur to you that he was probably so embaressed by the fact that it happened, because he cares for you so much, that he said what he did. It's not that he's shy, he's lacking in people skills. He's a dork, he spends all his time around computers, not being social."
Sophia turns her head to face Dizzy, that same emptiness on her face. "Embarrassed? No. It was our first date. He could have been honest with me. Or he could have just not told me about it at all. Why would he volunteer a story like that, that wasn't even really true the way he told it, unless he was trying to hint at how he wanted things to be?"
The raggie cub rolls her head towards her roommate, "You know, I'm fairly critical of any guy I meet. But you seemed to have it ingrained in your head that every male is constantly starving to get us in the sack. Sure, the majority of guys are twirps, but come on. Jeremy is a nice kid." She rolls her head to look directly at the wall, "But after this, I'm not sure you'd be able to get him back."
Sophia looks back to the window, biting down hard on her lip and blinking furiously. No tears. Her voice monotone, she says "Good. That's how I wanted it. I've had enough of these petty games, and I want it over. Dead and frozen."
Sophia's roommate rolls her eyes, "God, I tried to help, I really did." Picking her head off the wall, she heads for the door. "I've had enough of this. Before I go back down, I want you to know, that's the exact fucking thing that he said too." And with that, Dizzy walks out the door, slamming it shut.
Sophia brings her knees up to her chest, resting her head against the window. There. It's finished.