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flint_garou) wrote2012-01-09 12:45 pm
flint_garou) wrote2012-01-09 12:45 pm
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The rage, duh.
Just gotta watch yourself.
9 January, 2012
The moon is in the waning Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (96% full).
Flint makes his way downstairs again, as quietly as he can. Which means that every few steps squeak or some other noise, awkward as Flint can be. Thankfully for the cub, he didn't run into anyone on his way to grab a new set of clothing, again. It fits as well as anything does, hanging loosely on his frame. A pause at the bottom of the stairs, before the cub turns towards the kitchen.
April rummages in the fridge in the kitchen. The soft klink and other sounds of things being moved around as she is bent over at the waist with her head stuck into the fridge. She seems all but oblivious to her surroundings for the moment.
Flint pauses at the edge of the kitchen, a moment more pause is given as he notices exactly who else is in the room. "Hi, April-rhya," he calls out, making his presence known as unobtrusively as he can.
April steps back and stands up straighter quickly at the voice, turning to face the lad quickly even with the hot dog held to her mouth with one hand. Caught! She bites off one end and quickly swallows before grinning at the lad. "Hungry? There's a couple hot dogs left inside." she offers, motioning to the still open fridge.
Flint suppresses a grin of his own and nods. "Yeah, a bit," he says, moving to the fridge himself. There is more rustling from inside, as things are shifted around. "Thanks." The thanks is mumbled around a mouthful of hotdog, the remainder of the first and all of a second hot dog are in the boy's hand, as well as a string cheese and a roll. He straightens up, leg hooking out to close the door to the refrigerator after himself.
April watches the lad with some amusement as she moves back to lean against the counter. "Let me guess, those aren't your clothes, are they? Did you get angry again?" the second question asked rather mockingly as she giggles afterwards.
Flint leans halfway against the kitchen table, taking another bite from the hotdog and chewing it slowly and thoughtfully before answering. "Not my clothes," he acknowledges. "Lessons today." The explanation continues in between bites of food, with a half a look leveled at the Fury. "Jacinta-rhya had me take the wolf and find my way back here after, and um." The cub grins, and shrugs again, attention turning to the string cheese once the first hotdog is gone.
April giggles some more. "Oh, I wish I had been around to see that. It's always funny when the cubs figure out what happens when they come back to two legs." Her hotdog is quickly finished off. "You know, there's a way to stop that from happening."
Flint tilts his head at April. "I already knew what happens, you know," the boy responds, evidently working quite hard to ignore her jibes, but at least for the moment succeeding. The second statement is given quite a bit more regard, thoughtful in between bites of food. "Is there, now." The question is given a nearly deadpan intonation.
April smiles, "but it's a secret we Theurges like to keep quiet." Hence why nearly every garou uses it. She gives a small shrug of her shoulders. "Are you done pigging out yet?"
"Heeey," comes the slight protest, though Flint has made remarkably quick work of everything, including the roll. He dusts off the hand that was holding the food on the legs of the sweatpants. "I wasn't pigging out."
"If you say so." April replies with a dismissive wave of her hand. She pushes away from the counter and heads in towards the main room to take a seat. "So how're you liking it so far?" she calls back towards him.
The cub grins despite himself, detouring to grab a water bottle before making his way to sit on a couch, slightly across from April. The oversize shirt is pulled a little more tightly around him. "Pretty well," Flint responds, quiet, pausing. "Best thing that ever happened to me, overall."
April rolls her eyes. "Just wait until the first time you lose it and kill someone." She answers. "You might rethink that. You'll think you're ok, then someone will say something to you or hit you accidentally and you'll just get angrier and angrier and then boom! There goes your temper and suddenly you wake up, covered in their blood."
Flint shrugs, quietly. "Compared to where I come from," he says, voice strained and tense, "I'll take my chances." He looks away, then, gaze shifting over walls and floor.
April shrugs her shoulders. "I doubt you'd be here otherwise if you wouldn't." She shifts in her seat some, tucking her legs up underneath her. "So just what did you come from anyways?"
Flint spends a small stretch of time after the question is asked silent, gaze falling back to his lap as he begins to answer. "My mom blamed me for all her troubles in the world," he says, bitter somewhat. "We never lived in the same place six months. Usually less. And no one cared if I went home at night, yelled at me and … yelled at me if I did, she tried to forget I existed." He pauses, shrugs it off, but it's a facade at best. "This is better."
April listens quietly to the lad as he shares, nodding her head a little. "Be careful if you go back to see her." she offers as what she thinks is friendly advice. "If it's that bad, you'd probably end up killing her before you knew it."
"'m not going back," Flint responds, quickly. "No one can make me." It's almost childish, and defensive, as the boy pulls a knee to his chest.
April lets out a quick laugh at this. "Oh, there's plenty of ways to make you. Besides, what if you're mother's kin? I know quite a few around here and other places that'd love to teach her respect if she's really that bad. You just need to make sure you don't go back alone. Take one of us with you to knock you down if your temper rises."
Flint shakes his head. "I'm not going back, April-rhya," Flint says, more certain of himself this time. "It's the past, I don't need to or anything. She's not kin." The heretofore ignored water bottle is picked up, regarded, the cap twisted off for the boy to take a drink.
April crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at the lad. "You'll go back if your elders choose that you should. You should be glad you're not a Fury." for more than one reason, that. "And don't take that tone with me."
Flint nods, another sip of water taken before the bottle is closed and put aside. "Sorry," he says. It's obvious that even talking about it, though, brings the anger closer to the surface, barely controlled and contained.
April smirks and shrugs her shoulders again. "Just gotta watch yourself. There's others that'll smack you good for that tone."
Flint relaxes a little from the guarded, defensive posture that he'd taken, and nods. "Right," he acknowledges. It takes longer for the cub to regain calm, though, and he raises a hand to rub at his forehead, almost tiredly. "Didn't even mean to snap," he says, pushing at his brow momentarily. "I'm sorry."
April smiles once more as she continues watching him. "It's the rage, duh! We all have it, but if you don't work on controlling it around others like yourself, then you're going to be hurting… A lot. Cause once you go all crinos on someone bigger than you, they'll go that way too and you'll get some sense knocked back into you."
April adds quickly with a wicked grin. "Or spirits sent to torment you for days on end."
Flint nods, once more grinning despite himself at April. "That does kinda seem more your style," he says. "I am trying to… to control it more, and try harder," Flint adds, hands folding in his lap eventually.
April gets that look in her eyes like she's ready to play with the lad. "It's an interesting feeling, isn't it? That rage down there, just below the surface. It's even stronger when your moon is up there in the sky. You can feel it just screaming to be let loose. How long can you hold it back?"
Flint tilts his head to one side, water bottle turned over in his hands. "'s not my moon," he comments.
"Never said it was." April replies before sighing and leaning back in her seat. "You know, it's not that fun teasing you when you just kind of sit there."
Flint laughs, quietly, but a genuine laugh nonetheless. "You're confusing, you know," he tells the theurge.
April rolls her eyes. "Come with weird ass dreams and weirder spirits."
At this, Flint sits upright. "Weird dreams?" The question is asked almost slowly, as it takes time for the boy to recognise the topic coming up. "What weird ass dreams, if… if you don't mind my asking." Flint falls quiet, but now it's the quiet of listening.
April lets out a frustrated sound as she shakes her head. "I slept out in a tree the other night due to one dream! And then the other night…" she trails off a little with a frown. One hand moves to her chest, just above her heart where she rubs gently.
"Just, you're not the only one having weird dreams," Flint says. "What… what were the dreams about?" He grins. "Though, is sleeping in trees such a big step from talking to them?"
April growls as she looks around for something to toss at the lad, frowning as she finds nothing that comes easy to hand. "Talking to them and sleeping in them are two completely different things!"
Flint ducks, arms coming up to shield his head for a long moment, before holding them out, palms-forward in a gesture of defeat, head bowed. "Okay, sorry," he says, quiet, falling silent.
April gives a nod of her head after a moment of glaring at the lad. "The last dream was just.. I can't explain it. Especially not to you," she grumbles. She shifts where she sits to put her feet on the floor once more and pushing herself to her feet. "Great, now you've got me annoyed."
The boy frowns, turning away. "I'm sorry," he says, though he makes no indication of moving from the couch. "But, really. There have been others having strange dreams, sometimes the same dream, my elders included. Mouse-rhya is trying to figure out… what all the dreams mean. Knowing more of them, might help." He shrugs, tossing the water bottle between his hands.
April hmphs as she starts for the door. "Yea, well, we'll see." she grumps as she goes. "Try not to ruin any more clothes today, ok?"
"Yeah," Flint acknowledges, frowning still. "I'll try." The boy curls on the couch, biding time until the time comes to return to the tenement.
9 January, 2012
The moon is in the waning Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (96% full).
Flint makes his way downstairs again, as quietly as he can. Which means that every few steps squeak or some other noise, awkward as Flint can be. Thankfully for the cub, he didn't run into anyone on his way to grab a new set of clothing, again. It fits as well as anything does, hanging loosely on his frame. A pause at the bottom of the stairs, before the cub turns towards the kitchen.
April rummages in the fridge in the kitchen. The soft klink and other sounds of things being moved around as she is bent over at the waist with her head stuck into the fridge. She seems all but oblivious to her surroundings for the moment.
Flint pauses at the edge of the kitchen, a moment more pause is given as he notices exactly who else is in the room. "Hi, April-rhya," he calls out, making his presence known as unobtrusively as he can.
April steps back and stands up straighter quickly at the voice, turning to face the lad quickly even with the hot dog held to her mouth with one hand. Caught! She bites off one end and quickly swallows before grinning at the lad. "Hungry? There's a couple hot dogs left inside." she offers, motioning to the still open fridge.
Flint suppresses a grin of his own and nods. "Yeah, a bit," he says, moving to the fridge himself. There is more rustling from inside, as things are shifted around. "Thanks." The thanks is mumbled around a mouthful of hotdog, the remainder of the first and all of a second hot dog are in the boy's hand, as well as a string cheese and a roll. He straightens up, leg hooking out to close the door to the refrigerator after himself.
April watches the lad with some amusement as she moves back to lean against the counter. "Let me guess, those aren't your clothes, are they? Did you get angry again?" the second question asked rather mockingly as she giggles afterwards.
Flint leans halfway against the kitchen table, taking another bite from the hotdog and chewing it slowly and thoughtfully before answering. "Not my clothes," he acknowledges. "Lessons today." The explanation continues in between bites of food, with a half a look leveled at the Fury. "Jacinta-rhya had me take the wolf and find my way back here after, and um." The cub grins, and shrugs again, attention turning to the string cheese once the first hotdog is gone.
April giggles some more. "Oh, I wish I had been around to see that. It's always funny when the cubs figure out what happens when they come back to two legs." Her hotdog is quickly finished off. "You know, there's a way to stop that from happening."
Flint tilts his head at April. "I already knew what happens, you know," the boy responds, evidently working quite hard to ignore her jibes, but at least for the moment succeeding. The second statement is given quite a bit more regard, thoughtful in between bites of food. "Is there, now." The question is given a nearly deadpan intonation.
April smiles, "but it's a secret we Theurges like to keep quiet." Hence why nearly every garou uses it. She gives a small shrug of her shoulders. "Are you done pigging out yet?"
"Heeey," comes the slight protest, though Flint has made remarkably quick work of everything, including the roll. He dusts off the hand that was holding the food on the legs of the sweatpants. "I wasn't pigging out."
"If you say so." April replies with a dismissive wave of her hand. She pushes away from the counter and heads in towards the main room to take a seat. "So how're you liking it so far?" she calls back towards him.
The cub grins despite himself, detouring to grab a water bottle before making his way to sit on a couch, slightly across from April. The oversize shirt is pulled a little more tightly around him. "Pretty well," Flint responds, quiet, pausing. "Best thing that ever happened to me, overall."
April rolls her eyes. "Just wait until the first time you lose it and kill someone." She answers. "You might rethink that. You'll think you're ok, then someone will say something to you or hit you accidentally and you'll just get angrier and angrier and then boom! There goes your temper and suddenly you wake up, covered in their blood."
Flint shrugs, quietly. "Compared to where I come from," he says, voice strained and tense, "I'll take my chances." He looks away, then, gaze shifting over walls and floor.
April shrugs her shoulders. "I doubt you'd be here otherwise if you wouldn't." She shifts in her seat some, tucking her legs up underneath her. "So just what did you come from anyways?"
Flint spends a small stretch of time after the question is asked silent, gaze falling back to his lap as he begins to answer. "My mom blamed me for all her troubles in the world," he says, bitter somewhat. "We never lived in the same place six months. Usually less. And no one cared if I went home at night, yelled at me and … yelled at me if I did, she tried to forget I existed." He pauses, shrugs it off, but it's a facade at best. "This is better."
April listens quietly to the lad as he shares, nodding her head a little. "Be careful if you go back to see her." she offers as what she thinks is friendly advice. "If it's that bad, you'd probably end up killing her before you knew it."
"'m not going back," Flint responds, quickly. "No one can make me." It's almost childish, and defensive, as the boy pulls a knee to his chest.
April lets out a quick laugh at this. "Oh, there's plenty of ways to make you. Besides, what if you're mother's kin? I know quite a few around here and other places that'd love to teach her respect if she's really that bad. You just need to make sure you don't go back alone. Take one of us with you to knock you down if your temper rises."
Flint shakes his head. "I'm not going back, April-rhya," Flint says, more certain of himself this time. "It's the past, I don't need to or anything. She's not kin." The heretofore ignored water bottle is picked up, regarded, the cap twisted off for the boy to take a drink.
April crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at the lad. "You'll go back if your elders choose that you should. You should be glad you're not a Fury." for more than one reason, that. "And don't take that tone with me."
Flint nods, another sip of water taken before the bottle is closed and put aside. "Sorry," he says. It's obvious that even talking about it, though, brings the anger closer to the surface, barely controlled and contained.
April smirks and shrugs her shoulders again. "Just gotta watch yourself. There's others that'll smack you good for that tone."
Flint relaxes a little from the guarded, defensive posture that he'd taken, and nods. "Right," he acknowledges. It takes longer for the cub to regain calm, though, and he raises a hand to rub at his forehead, almost tiredly. "Didn't even mean to snap," he says, pushing at his brow momentarily. "I'm sorry."
April smiles once more as she continues watching him. "It's the rage, duh! We all have it, but if you don't work on controlling it around others like yourself, then you're going to be hurting… A lot. Cause once you go all crinos on someone bigger than you, they'll go that way too and you'll get some sense knocked back into you."
April adds quickly with a wicked grin. "Or spirits sent to torment you for days on end."
Flint nods, once more grinning despite himself at April. "That does kinda seem more your style," he says. "I am trying to… to control it more, and try harder," Flint adds, hands folding in his lap eventually.
April gets that look in her eyes like she's ready to play with the lad. "It's an interesting feeling, isn't it? That rage down there, just below the surface. It's even stronger when your moon is up there in the sky. You can feel it just screaming to be let loose. How long can you hold it back?"
Flint tilts his head to one side, water bottle turned over in his hands. "'s not my moon," he comments.
"Never said it was." April replies before sighing and leaning back in her seat. "You know, it's not that fun teasing you when you just kind of sit there."
Flint laughs, quietly, but a genuine laugh nonetheless. "You're confusing, you know," he tells the theurge.
April rolls her eyes. "Come with weird ass dreams and weirder spirits."
At this, Flint sits upright. "Weird dreams?" The question is asked almost slowly, as it takes time for the boy to recognise the topic coming up. "What weird ass dreams, if… if you don't mind my asking." Flint falls quiet, but now it's the quiet of listening.
April lets out a frustrated sound as she shakes her head. "I slept out in a tree the other night due to one dream! And then the other night…" she trails off a little with a frown. One hand moves to her chest, just above her heart where she rubs gently.
"Just, you're not the only one having weird dreams," Flint says. "What… what were the dreams about?" He grins. "Though, is sleeping in trees such a big step from talking to them?"
April growls as she looks around for something to toss at the lad, frowning as she finds nothing that comes easy to hand. "Talking to them and sleeping in them are two completely different things!"
Flint ducks, arms coming up to shield his head for a long moment, before holding them out, palms-forward in a gesture of defeat, head bowed. "Okay, sorry," he says, quiet, falling silent.
April gives a nod of her head after a moment of glaring at the lad. "The last dream was just.. I can't explain it. Especially not to you," she grumbles. She shifts where she sits to put her feet on the floor once more and pushing herself to her feet. "Great, now you've got me annoyed."
The boy frowns, turning away. "I'm sorry," he says, though he makes no indication of moving from the couch. "But, really. There have been others having strange dreams, sometimes the same dream, my elders included. Mouse-rhya is trying to figure out… what all the dreams mean. Knowing more of them, might help." He shrugs, tossing the water bottle between his hands.
April hmphs as she starts for the door. "Yea, well, we'll see." she grumps as she goes. "Try not to ruin any more clothes today, ok?"
"Yeah," Flint acknowledges, frowning still. "I'll try." The boy curls on the couch, biding time until the time comes to return to the tenement.