Donuts and talk.
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flint_garouDonuts and talk.
3 January, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (64% full).
Flint's made his way down to the lobby again when his chores were done, with a book and tea, having reiterated that he's really not interested in the door, or leaving. And that if he's allowed to go down there he's not going to try to do so.
There's a new face in the lobby; a small-ish girl with strawberry blond hair, setting out a couple boxes of donuts on the table in the seating area. No doubt she'd been let in by one of those on door duty and left to her own entertainment while she waits on whatever reasons brought her to the building.
The donuts at the very least get the young cub's attention, and there's a long moment before he looks, slightly sideways, from the donuts to the girl, and back again. There's a moment of pause before he actually gets up, approaching slowly with one eye on the donuts.
Jacey's head turns at the sound of movement, and she fixes Flint with a raised brow and implied grin. "H'lo," she nearly chirps, turning a box so the opened end faces the boy. "You didn't happen to see Kevin on your way down, did you?"
Flint shakes his head, pausing a little before answering. "Not today," he says, grinning a bit, before the book and tea are both set down on the table in order to grab a donut. "Hi." The donut in his hand is ignored for a moment, and he looks up at Jacey. "I'm Flint." A pause, and a bigger grin before he continues introducing himself. "Called Takes-It-All-In-Stride, Galliard cub." A jerk of his head towards the stairs. "Glass Walkers, obviously."
"Jacey Reforges the Lost," the girl replies smoothly, grin more realized than implied. "Fostern Galliard and Beta of Stag's children." Her hands hook behind her back, head tipping slightly toward one shoulder while she studies the boy. "You liking the new life so far?"
Flint nods in the middle of a bite of donut, managing to get the donut in his hair that falls into his face as well, but not seeming to actually care. "Yeah," he says. "Pretty much."
"That's great," Jacey says with a crooked smile. "You got some good teachers here, too. Good group of Garou with Kevin and Kavi."
The donut disappears rather quickly, before the boy looks up halfway, grinning once more, and nodding agreement. "I like it here," he says. "And it's interesting. Weird, but whatever. Interesting's more important. Life was never this interesting before."
"You get used to the weirdness," Jacey says with a dip of her head. "Just wait 'til they let you out for the fun and excitement." Her grin turns a touch more feral, pulling at the scars that cut lines across one side of her face. "That'll be interesting for you."
Flint grins. "I suppose. I don't mind weird, either way," he says. "I just ..." a pause, and the boy grabs another donut, taking a bite from it before continuing to speak. "Kinda still worry a little that it's a dream, or something."
"If it's a dream," Jacey says, her eyes lifting to look up at the ceiling. "Then Gaia please don't never let me wake up. Rather this life than where I came from, no matter how dangerous or crazy it is."
"Same," Flint agrees, quiet in between bites of donut, before reaching for the previously abandoned cup of tea to wash the donut down. "I don't mind weird if it means this, too."
"What, the food?" Jacey's head lowers a bit, gaze going back to the cub. "You think it's good here, just wait 'til they let you out. There's a safehouse at the edge of the woods that's always stocked with food. Anyone in the family's allowed to it, however much you feel like eating. The kin take care of us pretty good."
Flint grins. "It's just ..." another pause. "A hell of a lot better than before," he comes up with, looking down at his lap for a moment. "Everything."
Jacey seats herself on a chair sort of across from Flint, legs swinging slightly in the space left before the floor. "Want to talk about it," she asks, invitingly. "No pressure, but I'll listen if you want. Part of my job's to keep secrets, so I won't tattle unless it's necessary to keep you or us safe."
Flint tilts his head to one side, before nodding. "Thanks," he says, quiet. "I just. Hated things, hated everything before. When we moved here, my grandparents didn't even give me my own bed, or anything, and my mom kept on that it was my fault she ..." His gaze drops to his lap, donut set on one knee while he works on his composure. "Sorry. Not easy to talk, even when I want to."
Jacey shrugs dismissively at Flint's apology and excuse, though it's not without some measure of sympathy. "Shit happens. I can relate, though. Sort of. Middle of five children with a step father who's more interested in his own biological offspring and my older brothers than me. My mom who never really wanted me, born a few days after she found out my real dad had died." Another shrug and a sense of detachment accompanies her own brief family history.
Flint nods, seeming to ease up a little. "It's been my fault, my whole life," he says. "After my dad died when I was little, she didn't have a reason to stay in Portland, anymore. We moved a lot, but it was my fault she couldn't get a job, somewhere to stay, anything," he says. "My fault, always my fault. We lived in shitholes and I never saw her, and then when I'd maybe settled a bit, we'd move again, across town or across a state. And it went downhill from there, bit over a year ago."
"Probably about the time you started feeling the Rage," Jacey asks. She pulls her legs up in front of her, sitting cross-legged in her chair. "And don't take this the wrong way, but your mom's wrong for making you feel that way. Really isn't your fault anything happened, anymore than it's my fault that my dad died. You ask me." The Fianna pauses, lacing her fingers together, elbows resting on her knees. "You're better off with the Walkers. And the Sept will have gained a fine addition once you're all growed up."
Flint smiles, shyly. "Thanks," he says, picking up the rest of his donut, ducking his head again for a moment. "I like it here. It's way better, anyway." Another donut is grabbed. "I gotta go back upstairs, I think," he eventually comes to, offering Jacey a big grin. "Also ... thank you," he adds, getting up and working on the balancing act that is carrying the book, the tea, and the extra donut and then making his way back upstairs.
3 January, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (64% full).
Flint's made his way down to the lobby again when his chores were done, with a book and tea, having reiterated that he's really not interested in the door, or leaving. And that if he's allowed to go down there he's not going to try to do so.
There's a new face in the lobby; a small-ish girl with strawberry blond hair, setting out a couple boxes of donuts on the table in the seating area. No doubt she'd been let in by one of those on door duty and left to her own entertainment while she waits on whatever reasons brought her to the building.
The donuts at the very least get the young cub's attention, and there's a long moment before he looks, slightly sideways, from the donuts to the girl, and back again. There's a moment of pause before he actually gets up, approaching slowly with one eye on the donuts.
Jacey's head turns at the sound of movement, and she fixes Flint with a raised brow and implied grin. "H'lo," she nearly chirps, turning a box so the opened end faces the boy. "You didn't happen to see Kevin on your way down, did you?"
Flint shakes his head, pausing a little before answering. "Not today," he says, grinning a bit, before the book and tea are both set down on the table in order to grab a donut. "Hi." The donut in his hand is ignored for a moment, and he looks up at Jacey. "I'm Flint." A pause, and a bigger grin before he continues introducing himself. "Called Takes-It-All-In-Stride, Galliard cub." A jerk of his head towards the stairs. "Glass Walkers, obviously."
"Jacey Reforges the Lost," the girl replies smoothly, grin more realized than implied. "Fostern Galliard and Beta of Stag's children." Her hands hook behind her back, head tipping slightly toward one shoulder while she studies the boy. "You liking the new life so far?"
Flint nods in the middle of a bite of donut, managing to get the donut in his hair that falls into his face as well, but not seeming to actually care. "Yeah," he says. "Pretty much."
"That's great," Jacey says with a crooked smile. "You got some good teachers here, too. Good group of Garou with Kevin and Kavi."
The donut disappears rather quickly, before the boy looks up halfway, grinning once more, and nodding agreement. "I like it here," he says. "And it's interesting. Weird, but whatever. Interesting's more important. Life was never this interesting before."
"You get used to the weirdness," Jacey says with a dip of her head. "Just wait 'til they let you out for the fun and excitement." Her grin turns a touch more feral, pulling at the scars that cut lines across one side of her face. "That'll be interesting for you."
Flint grins. "I suppose. I don't mind weird, either way," he says. "I just ..." a pause, and the boy grabs another donut, taking a bite from it before continuing to speak. "Kinda still worry a little that it's a dream, or something."
"If it's a dream," Jacey says, her eyes lifting to look up at the ceiling. "Then Gaia please don't never let me wake up. Rather this life than where I came from, no matter how dangerous or crazy it is."
"Same," Flint agrees, quiet in between bites of donut, before reaching for the previously abandoned cup of tea to wash the donut down. "I don't mind weird if it means this, too."
"What, the food?" Jacey's head lowers a bit, gaze going back to the cub. "You think it's good here, just wait 'til they let you out. There's a safehouse at the edge of the woods that's always stocked with food. Anyone in the family's allowed to it, however much you feel like eating. The kin take care of us pretty good."
Flint grins. "It's just ..." another pause. "A hell of a lot better than before," he comes up with, looking down at his lap for a moment. "Everything."
Jacey seats herself on a chair sort of across from Flint, legs swinging slightly in the space left before the floor. "Want to talk about it," she asks, invitingly. "No pressure, but I'll listen if you want. Part of my job's to keep secrets, so I won't tattle unless it's necessary to keep you or us safe."
Flint tilts his head to one side, before nodding. "Thanks," he says, quiet. "I just. Hated things, hated everything before. When we moved here, my grandparents didn't even give me my own bed, or anything, and my mom kept on that it was my fault she ..." His gaze drops to his lap, donut set on one knee while he works on his composure. "Sorry. Not easy to talk, even when I want to."
Jacey shrugs dismissively at Flint's apology and excuse, though it's not without some measure of sympathy. "Shit happens. I can relate, though. Sort of. Middle of five children with a step father who's more interested in his own biological offspring and my older brothers than me. My mom who never really wanted me, born a few days after she found out my real dad had died." Another shrug and a sense of detachment accompanies her own brief family history.
Flint nods, seeming to ease up a little. "It's been my fault, my whole life," he says. "After my dad died when I was little, she didn't have a reason to stay in Portland, anymore. We moved a lot, but it was my fault she couldn't get a job, somewhere to stay, anything," he says. "My fault, always my fault. We lived in shitholes and I never saw her, and then when I'd maybe settled a bit, we'd move again, across town or across a state. And it went downhill from there, bit over a year ago."
"Probably about the time you started feeling the Rage," Jacey asks. She pulls her legs up in front of her, sitting cross-legged in her chair. "And don't take this the wrong way, but your mom's wrong for making you feel that way. Really isn't your fault anything happened, anymore than it's my fault that my dad died. You ask me." The Fianna pauses, lacing her fingers together, elbows resting on her knees. "You're better off with the Walkers. And the Sept will have gained a fine addition once you're all growed up."
Flint smiles, shyly. "Thanks," he says, picking up the rest of his donut, ducking his head again for a moment. "I like it here. It's way better, anyway." Another donut is grabbed. "I gotta go back upstairs, I think," he eventually comes to, offering Jacey a big grin. "Also ... thank you," he adds, getting up and working on the balancing act that is carrying the book, the tea, and the extra donut and then making his way back upstairs.