Luna Lupa: A White Wolf type Werewolf Game, please see OCC

[Roughneck]

Philip

Philip heard the words, " No you don't, Now get out." He was in shock, he had overplayed his hand, he needed to do something quick. He decided to call her bluff, no sense trying to beg. " Is that a fact, miss? Looks to me you don't have much of a choice, seems to me you have an operation that needs a man of my experience." His smile was gone, replaced with a cold stare. He droped his cigarette on the ground, slowy snubing it out." Maybe if you took the time to read what was in that folder you would realize what a mistake your making."

Philip leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk, staring deep into her eyes. " The hotel name and number are in the folder, call me when you change your mind." Slowly he eased up off the desk and began to walk towards the door. Then he turned to Rana and said" Also when you do change your mind, you can tell me over dinner, eight O'clock sound good to you, and please dress in something fetching." He could see that she was beyond mad, and was fixing to get up, but before she could say or do anything Philip had closed the door to her office.

As he walked down the steps he saw two men standing outside. He turned to them, a big smile on his face. " Well, shes good and pissed, so good luck to you gentlemen." With that he struted towards the gate, singing an old Polish foke song.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Rana

Rana looked at the hole in her carpet and stuggled to maintain; her knuckles got a little furry, her teeth got a little long, and her dark curls ran riot.

A timid knock came at the door.

"Wait." She commanded in a rough voice. She forced her beast at bay, her willpower winning out over the Rage, which was her greatst gift.

Running her hands through her hair she settled back into her seat. "Enter."

Clix poked his greasy ballcapped head in the door. "Bad vibes, bosslady, everything ok?"

"No, everything is not ok. I need you to run some stuff over to Hides for me." Rana got up and went into the back to her kitchenette and came back with a large and small ziplock bag. In the smaller one she carefully put the butt of the ciggertte and in the larger the file the man had touched bared handed. "I want him and any Glasswalkers he can think of to run the full load on this. Fingerprints to DNA, whatever. Something about that asshole didn't smell right. He wasn't Garou, but he challenged me sure as shit and wants me to be his bitch."

Clix gave a whistle. "What tipped you off?"

"We need a canvas boss; we had one I hired when I bought the carny, but he changed his mind now that we are getting ready to move out. Now this guy with the brass balls shows up and tells me I need him, has a resume stacked to sell himself for the job. Now I ask you, what real carny has a resume?"

As if to prove her point Lenny, breifcase in hand, poked his head in the doorway. "Um, hi?" He asked, as if checking if the coast were clear for civilans.

"Lenny?" Rana asked.

He nodded.

"Please, Lenny, be my ray of sunshine in a otherwise very bad day." She pleaded and ploped down in her chair. Clix waited for Lenny to enter before he jogged over to Hides trailer.

"Your very nice Mr. Browning send me a fax just a bit ago." She slid it across the desk. Seeing Lenny sniffing with a look of distase on his face she made a wry face. "The asshole before you brunt my carpet by grinding his ciggie into it. And I just bought this trailer."

The Fax read:

Dear Calls to hunt;

It is with great pleasure and hope that I send you my protege Lenny. He is a good man and will, if he can rise above his neat streak, a credit to our race and our cause. I'm sure you will have him running around and howling at the moon in no time.

Ever at your disposal,
Hot Foots

 

[poohlive]

Lenny ran his hand through his hair. It had been cut short, so the motion itself was useless, but it helped ease himself some.
"I apologize," he looked down at the small burnt patch, wondering if perhaps he had been too optimistic about the entire thing. Shaking his head, he tried to remember he was doing this for both himself and Rana.
She looked nicer than he thought. Images of her running through his mind had been one of those middle aged women who smoked too much and grunted as they ate. She looked almost too young to be running this thing by herself. Who was he to talk though?
He smiled, opening his briefcase on his lap, and taking out the necessary papers. Setting the case on the adjacent chair, he passed the applications over to her.
"Well, first I want to thank you for helping me out with all of this. I know the trouble of trying to get all of this together must be stressful, and it means a lot to me."
He licked his dry lips, wondering why he felt so nervous all of a sudden.
"The papers before you are nothing more than permits. Rights to the land we will be occupying, acknoledgements to a few of the local communities who put up flyers and want to help with a few conventions. I've got the local firefighters to bring their truck out opening day, they want to welcome you, along with telling a few people about fire safety. Your call, of course, but it should bring in a lot of revenue... ummm..."
He looked down at his legal notepad, a longsheet of yellow paper, trying to get the lingo right.
"It should bring in a lot of marks," he gave a weird smile, knowing the word to be strange in his mouth.
"Most of it is already filled out, they just need your signature."
He licked his lips again. He had put everyting out there, most of it would be very cooperative because of the connectione both he and Mr. Travis had. Still, nothing wrong with impressing the new boss.
He set his own papers back inside the briefcase.
"As for my position here. I don't have much practical experience in anything. Half of my life has been sitting in a library, finding out legal precedants and studying for my next midterm. I have two hands though, and am willing to do just about anything, except throw knives. I'm not good with sharp objects.
"Maybe," he checked with his legal pad one more time, "Maybe I could do something off the back end?"

 

[Gragon]

Poe Ahtenic

Poe left the trailer in a god mood everything should work out as long as he could abstain from offending people to often. Poe made his way to the kitchen trailer, his bags were getting heavy, he was tired from the trip and he was starving, he sighed at the thought of the food, he never let the sigh out. Something was wrong with the smell it was diffrent, there was a new scent that hadn't been there on the way in, he breathed in again sniffing the air, the wind had changed and the scent was gone. "Hello is anybody there?"

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Order of the Wooden Sword

Philip's cell phone rang, which startled him. He hadn't given this number out to many people, and none of them should be calling it. "Czasownik."* He said into the phone.

The voice that answered him sounded oddly familair. Male, low, gravely it spoke English in a slow drawl.

"Well, it seems you have made an impression on the Luna Lupa group already. Too bad it wasn't a favorable one." the voice admonished. "Even now her pet hacker-tracker is checking you out throughly. The unfortunate thing is that in doing so he also discovered the mole we'd put in his system."

"Who is this?" Philip growled out.

"The question now is; how much information do we let leak about you? Tell me, is she the type that keeps her friends close and her enemies closer? Or the type that would just drop the whole issue?"

The voice paused, waiting for his answer, and he realized he couldn't place it because he'd heard it before speaking something besides English....


*Speak, in Polish.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Rana

"Well, first I want to thank you for helping me out with all of this. I know the trouble of trying to get all of this together must be stressful, and it means a lot to me."

Rana glanced through the paper work. "Actually, you're a bigger help to me than you know."

"I see the Stone Tears Sept desided not to let us pass, so we have a 120 mile detour." She said. "That's fine. Seaside towns this time of year usually are full of drunken tourists anyway. There's enough vomit on the Zipper as it is."

She saw him wince a bit at that, and couldn't help but grin in amusement when he kept refering to his notes to use the lingo.

Meanwhile Clix had cut the small bit of burnt carpet and replaced it with a small square he had cut from the closet. Smoothing it over no one could tell it had ever been burnt.

"As for my position here. I don't have much practical experience in anything. Half of my life has been sitting in a library, finding out legal precedants and studying for my next midterm. I have two hands though, and am willing to do just about anything, except throw knives. I'm not good with sharp objects.
"Maybe," he checked with his legal pad one more time, "Maybe I could do something off the back end?"

"Actually, Lenny, I was thinking of putting you in a ticket booth to start with. Rana said as she signed the papers after reading through them. She ran them through a fax machine on her desk. "In the booth you can watch the ebb and flow of the whole Carny, really get your finger on the pulse. Alert Security to any problems you spot before they happen." She slid the copies back to him. "After your honey moon period we'll see where you fit in the best."

"Ya got..." Clix tugged on his own stained and tattered coat. "Regular clothes, right? Coz it's a dirty job, and if you look too preppy, you won't blend in with other folks."

 

[gohan18]

I finsih putting the stuff in the truck when I hear a grumble. Looking down I pat my stomach.

"Damn seem to be hungry again"

Swinging open the door I hop out and shut it locking it behind me. Kicking the tire on the driver's side I make my way to cookies tent.

As I make my way there someone yells out,'Hello is anybody there?'. Looking around the corner of the tent I see a guy thats dressed like skater.

Walking around the corner I make my presence known. Walking toward him letting my 9 mm flash in and out of my swinging jacket.

"What do you want kid"

 

[Roughneck]

Philip

Philip waited but got response from the person on the other end. Philip disconected the call and threw the phone onto the floor board of the car. He was deeply upset, who could have gotten his number, and what did they know of him.

As Philip pulled up to the hotel, he quickly put his mind back at the task at hand. He would be expecting a call from Miss Rana, he knew she had no choice. What he needed to do was get cleaned up, a nice shave and hair cutt would do nicely. As he steped into the lobby, the desk clerk flaged him down. "Sir, sir. . .Mr. Philip sir" said the bell hop. Philip turned around and gave the bell hop a angry glare, " I have a last name, try using it some time." The bell hop cringed a bit, then spoke up. " Im sorry sir, I was not sure how to pronounce your last name, so I thought I", Philip raised up his hand, cutting the bell hop short. " Its ok, a simple missunderstanding, what is it that you have for me?" The bell hop handed him a folded peace of papper, then quickly returned back to the front desk.

Philip held the paper in his hand, not certain on weather to open it up. He quickly made his way to his room, once inside he opened the paper. Written on the paper was just three words WERE WATCHING YOU. Philip crumpled the paper up and threw it across the room. Who the hell was playing games with him, what was the point . He quickly lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. He needed to keep his mind clear, he needed to stay calm.

Quickly he picked up the phone and called down to the front desk. " Yes, give me the number to the best mens clothing store around here, also I need you to set me up with a Salon, I'll be needing a hair cut." He paused for a moment, " Also, I want to change rooms as soon as possable." As he hung up the phone he quickly glanced around the room, he had that odd feeling inside, he knew he was steping into danger.

 

[poohlive]

"I'll," He hesitated for just a moment, almost dredding to hear the words being uttered, "I'll dress the part of a carny. Was hoping to stop by a few local stores before we got to the first festival."
The coat the man wore, it bothered him. He didn't think he could attempt to put something like that on his body, something simply, maybe tatterd, but not like that. He did have his limits.
"Excellent," he put everything back into his briefcase, "Well, money and tickets, that seems easy enough. I will not let you down, I assure you."
He stood up, shaking her hand, giving a pleasent smile as he did so. This might have its downsides, but all in all, it wouldn't be that bad at all. He could see himself having a good time here.
"Is there anything else you need?"

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Rana

Rana smiled at Lenny.

"Don't worry about the clothes too much, Lenny. Just remember, there's a lot of physical work to be done and you need clothes that you can move around easily in and can be washed a lot. You don't have to be a total slob about it." She gave a pointed look at Clix who missed the hint entirely.

"But, if you are going into town, could you get me about a dozen feeder mice from the petstore?" She pulled a wallet from her back pocket and gave him a fifty. "I need them for a speical project before we head out on the road."

After Lenny and Clix left Rana locked her office door and pulled the letter out Poe had given her. Cracking the spirit seal by carving her name in Garou runes in the wax she pulled out two sheets of heavy paper and a large check made out to cash. After reading the letter, she didn't think the check was large enough.

 

[Gragon]

Poe Ahtenic

"What do you want kid"
The question broke Poe out of his state of consentration. He looked at the man standing before him, the man was a only few inches shorter than him and more likely than not at least a hundred pounds heavier, he seemed slightly aggresive. Poe sniffed the air agian in the direction of the newcomer, "No, whatever he smelled it hadn't been this man" thought Poe. Looking behind him one last time Poe let it go and turned again to the man. Poe's face no long tightened in consentration had lightened into his normal lighter face "Nothing, I just thought someone was behind me, oh Hi I'm Poe, I just got hired" said Poe holding out his hand for the man to shake "Hey man did you know your coats got a gun in it" not waiting for a reply "So where the hell is this lunchbox I've been hearing so much about doood."

 

[gohan18]

'Nothing, I just thought someone was behind me, oh Hi I'm Poe, I just got hired', he says as he sniffs the air. Watching as he extends his hand I extened it apply just enough pressure to show my strenght.
'So where the hell is this lunchbox I've been hearing so much about doood."

"My name's Ken, and as for the food tent I'll show you were it is, I'm going that way."

As we arrive I open up the tent door and and let him go first. Looking on the couch I see David sawing away and Bucko giving an upturned look and then goes back to sleeping.

"Ok, let me give an intro to these guys. The chump sleeping is David and the dog over there is Bucko. He really likes to be pet. Now as for food there are sandwiches and some other stuff."

Grabbing 3 sandwhichs and a cup of joe I sit down.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Runs

Laying under the truck Runs watched as the Fenris shook hands with the Ragabash and took him to the food tent.

An intresting couple, but duty calls and he padded back to the main gate. Bored with being a man for the day he remained in his birth shape and lay in the guard shack. Rain stuck her tougue out at him, and not in a good way, but in the annoying human way she'd picked up. In lupine form it just didn't carry the same weight, so he swival a disintrested ear and lay his head on his paws to doze.

 

[poohlive]

The wind had gathered strength since he last came out. Lenny pulled tighter into himself, making his way across the fairgrounds. Rain now only came in distant patters, almost threatening to pour, but never actually doing so. The skies had a look of climax in them, their tyranny of the day over, but still a bit of rampage just to end the day with a bang. He grumbled, getting back into his trailer, and pulling a coat over himself.

He checked a yellow pages website, grabbing a few numbers for pet shops. after calling each one, he finally got a nice combination that came as close to a hundred as he could get. He asked to hold them all, hoping that they were the kind she wanted. She did ask specifically for field mice. To be honest, he didn't know mice had much of a difference, even that kangaroo mouse looked just like all the others. Who knew? Must be one of those mystery things...

He chuckled to himself, maybe the field mice tasted better. As he left the trailer, he laughed, moving onto the hitch that fused his truck to the trailer. With his sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and a small tool box at his side, he went to work on the entire operation.

First, he had to support the trailer, once it decided to dislodge itself from his new vehicle. In a moment, he found the source, one of these cranks with a tiny wheel, that, after a few minutes of inspection, could be turned and held to the ground. He cranked it down, watching in a fevered effort as the black plastic wheel supposed to hold all his weight, made a slow but steady journey to the mud and rock scattered ground. After a moment, it touched down, and with a few final cranks, he locked the thing in place. A small piece of the puzzle taken care of, but the greater part still looking over him. How to uncouple the couple?

It sickened him, but from his angle, he just saw metal connecting to metal. Laying on the ground, after a few minutes of mentally challenging himself to do so, and inspecting it for rocks or glass or broken needles, his back touched the squishy soft ground. A mewling soft sound came from him as he felt the ground move along his back. It stuck to him, clung to his clothing, let him sink into it's less than hard surface. A shiver running down his spine, he took as little itme as possible under there.

A connection of wires could be seen. He reached up, pulling them apart. The electric current from the trailer to the truck. As he did so, he realized he woul need to plug the trailer in before nightfall, if he wanted power in there of any kind. To be honest, he didn't need much power. Maybe for the stove if he wanted to cook something. He had his computer, and a few lanterns saved away. The thought of hooking up his home somewhere didn't comfort him, and considering the present position he now found himself, Lenny decided this debate would take place later, after has has conquered the trailer hitch.

With the cables taken care of, he just saw the couple. A nice long metal piece, holding a huge ball on one side, and something that appeared to be an enclosed fist on the other. They came apart, but damned if he didn't know how. If he could just push the trailer up, maybe they would dislodge.

Lack of confidence in this plan didn't stop him from attempting it anyway. He stood, trying his best to ignore the crawly flesh that still felt clumps of earth on his back, using the crank he had found to push the trailer up higher and higher. He watched as the hitch and the back of the truck began to slip, as leverage took pressure off of them both. A huge griding sound came, something that made Lenny wince as he heard it, watching in shock as the trailer was now picking up the back of his truck.

Before something decided to break off, he cranked it back to normal, eyeing the problem before him. To be honest, it had almost worked, if the two hook ups hadn't been closed off together. If he could just tell the trailer hitch to let go, then he could solve this and be on his merry way.

Walking around, he got a glimpse of it at the other side. Personally, he didn't think it would do anything, except make him feel like he knew what he was doing if he looked at it from another side. As he walked over there though, the solution did present himself. Oh, if he had only been a little more stupid during this entire thing. A lever, something similiar to a release valve came into his vision. He eyes it in wonder, watching it be his desire, a true savior in his time of need. He pressed it together, and something released inside. One final metal scraping sound, that once again sent a shiver down his spine, already covered in gooseflesh from the dirt, still making its presense known.

He moved around it, one final time. As he cranked, the hitch slid easily off of the back of his truck, just as a lover finally released her hold. They slipped, and the truck bounced once, then twice, before standing alone just behind the trailer. Her hitch now nose up in the air, making the trailer tilt at an odd angle. Lenny put his shoulder to the front of the trailer, pushing with all his strength. It went back a few feet, nothing he would consider an accomplished feet, seeing as he was already tired from the excursion, but it as enough to safeuly put the crank down and make the trailer somewhat even once more.

It still looked crooked to him, but he could survive a little angle inside. With an new content grin on his face, that past obstacle taking him almost an hour, but definitely well worth it, he jumped into the truck and started her up.

Today was a day of new surprises.

 

[Roughneck]

Philip returned latter that afternoon, new suite in hand, sporting a sharp haircut. He glanced at his watch, noting it was almost 6pm. He quickly checked in with the lobby, but was told he had no messages, this disturbed him a bit. Maybe she wasn't going to call, maybe he pushed to hard, overplayed his hand. He had always been a little gun-ho, even hot headed at times, but never had he failed to achieve his mission.

As Philip sat on his bed, flicking through the channels on the TV, he again glanced at his watch. It was almost 10pm and still no call, he knew he had screwed up. How would he correct this, seemed he was out of options. Just then the phone rang, startling Philip. He picked up the phone, answering it with a questionable hello. " Don't ever hang up on me again" said the strange voice on the other end. " You have screwed up this operation, but the damage can be repaired." Philip grew mad inside and spoke up, " You listen here" before he could finish what he was going to say the voice cut him off. " You shut your mouth and listen, I have had enough of you, you will do as your told. Now tomorrow morning you will drive back over there, and tell her you are sorry, you will mend the fences you have broken. They ran your files and information through and came back with nothing, thanks in part to us. So, do not push me or they will find out who and what you are. If that would become the case, your life would become a living hell. . . . do we understand each other?" Philip was silent for a moment, then replied, " Yes I understand, and will fully comply with your orders." " Good, I am glad we have this understanding, we will contact you again soon, and remember we are watching you."

With that being said, the strange voice disconnected the call, Philip stood there holding the phone, dial tone buzzing in his ear. He slowly laid the phone down on the receiver. He felt like a whipped animal, his pride somewhat tarnished. He sank himself on the bed, he knew he had no choice but to comply with what he was told. Slowly he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

 

[Roughneck]

Philip

The alarm clock buzzed, Philip blindly reached for the clock and shut it off. He gazed at the clock and sighed, it was 7 am and he was not looking forward to what he had to do.

Philip Pulled his SUV up to the front gate, he could see the two guards staring at him.
"Oh boy, here goes round two, lets hope I'm left standing." said Philip as he opened the door and steped out. Philip was dressed in bluejeans and a T-shirt, clean shaven and fresh hair cut to boot. Though the guards knew who he was, they looked somwhat amused at his somewhat different look. As he aproached the gate, one of the guards called out to him.

"Back?" Philip stopped and turned to the guard, trying very hard to smile and not run his mouth off. "

"Thank you for your concern, I am sure some old dogs can learn new tricks."
Quickly he passed through the gate, giving the guard a smile and a wink, then made his way to the main trailer. As he passed the food tent, he could see some of the workers watching him.
"Good Morning gentlemen, breakfast smells good, might have to sample some latter."

He could feel their stares, he knew they were watching every move he made, this was going to be harder then he thought. As he reached the trailer, a woman with silver curls spoke. "Rana's not here yet, you wait here till she returns."
With such warm words she walked off on her own errands. Philip glanced at his watch," Half past 8, and she's not here yet, guess someone over slept."

As Philip looked up, Rana was standing before him. " No I didn't over sleep, if it's any of your business. I have other important things to do other than being insulted by strangers."

Philip was taken back by the words, but let a smile crack his lips. "I am very sorry we got off on the wrog foot yesterday. . Miss Rana, I was quite rude, and for that there is no excuse. I was just a bit tired from flying the last few days, and the time zone changes play havoc on ones mental being."

She gave Philip a disgruntled look, he could see she was a bit amused by his
answer, as well as his change in clothes. " If you looked in that folder I gave you yesterday, you would have seen I came over from Europe. You would also have seen that I have spent the last 9 years working in the Circus industry, mainly in eastern europe." He again looked Rana in the eyes, he could see she was listening, but he could also see she was unsure of him still.
Philip hung his head, gently kicking his foot to the ground. "You see Miss Rana, I was told you needed someone of my skills, someone aproached me about this job, and I have always wanted to come to the United States, I thought it would be worth the veture."

Rana tilted her head and stared hard at him. "I'll be honest, I don't trust you, but I do need a canvas boss. Come in and maybe we can still work something out." said Rana as she opened the door to the office.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

OCC

There is a slight time flux as Roughneck's Philip and my Rana are in tomorrow, when everyone else is still in yesterday.

We need Gargon to post in responce to Gohan, and Steiner should be returning from his vaction soon and rejoin us.

Also, if anyone knows another female writer who would like to join, please point her this way.

We now return you to your reg scheduled Garou programming.

 

[Gragon]

Poe Ahtenic

The big guy introduced himself as Ken then showed Poe where the food tent was. As they entered Ken began saying something but Poe ignored the chattering and headed straight for the kitchen slapped together 6 very thick sandwiches and a large glass of iced tea, and proceeded to eat them all quite quickly.

 

[gohan18]

Ken

As I am talking I watch as Poe makes sandwiches and sits down and eats them all down really quickly.

"So do you have a place to sleep tonight"

 

[Gragon]

Poe

Poe looks up from his meal mouth stuffed, thinks for a moment then relizes that he doesn't and shakes his head to indicate so to Ken.

 

[gohan18]

I watch as Poe shakes his head no.

"Well you can bunk with me tonight. Just find the octupus ride and jump in the truck when your done."

Getting up I take all my stuff over to the sink and put it in.

"See ya when ya get there and don't wake me up"

Walking out of the tent the air hits me sending a chill through me body. After a small bit of walking I arrive at the truck. Unlocking the passengers side door I get in and head toward the sleeper.

I pull the extra mattress from underneath the regular one and set it one the floor. Slipping off my boots I get into bed and fall asleep.

 

[Gragon]

Poe

Poe nodded his head and said thanks but being that his mouth was quite full and it came out muffled and ill defined

 

[Steiner]

Halfway through the night David jerked half upright and looked around. Even though his body clock was pretty much acclimatised to the new hours, he still woke up around dawn back home, and he still felt as if something was out of place because of the blackness.

He heard and felt the movement rather than seeing anything in the gloom. Somehow he knew that the big wolf was still in here with him, and was aware that he'd startled it out of sleep. Muttering an apology he laid his head back down and slept till dawn.


**OOC: I'm now all caught up until the next day. <grins>**

 

[Gragon]

Poe

After finishing his sandwiches Poe made his way to the octopus trailer and found his mat set out for him, he crawled in and passed out almost immiediatly, shortly afterward He began snoring, loudly.

 

[gohan18]

Looking up from my pillow I hear a loud slamming noise and then very loud snoring. Slowly getting up I step over him and hop in the drives seat I start the truck and pull the it between two trailer were the doors are blocked off. Turning off the truck I check back to make sure he is still sleeping.

Stepping back over him I grab the cord to the air horn and give it a quick pull. Watching as he shoots up I look him square in the eye's.

"I told you not to wake me up. Now get out"