Synopsis
February 18, 2005 - Orion stops by Bunker’s Garage to visit Abbey, where she discusses the politics of the local werewolf pack. Orion toys with the idea of starting up their own pack.
Setting
Bunker's Garage and Salvage:
Bunkers's Garage and Salvage sits on a rather large lot in the West Dallas neighborhood. The parking lot is small, and one spot is occupied at all times by a beat-up tow truck. Two fully equipped bays, complete with safety notices on the walls are for employees only. To the right side of the bays is an office, containing a simple desk with a grubby looking computer, and a filing cabinet. Behind the desk is a small whiteboard which lists inspection prices, and those for other services. The walls are decorated with a few small display cases where items available for sale are located.
Cast
Abbey:
There's no telling what her age is, somewhere in the early twenty's if someone was to guess. Her height is about 5'9 a bit on the tall side but nothing that abnormal. Long bright red-orange, lose spiral curls are found upon her, it flows down to her mid back and can be often found pulled into a pony tail to keep it out of the way. A few lose curls fall to either side of her cheeks, and bangs rest just a bit above her eyes.
Her clothing isn't anything un-normal. A short or long sleeved shirt can be found on her depending the day or the weather, most dark colored. Black or blue ankle length jeans are found on her lower half, they tend to be a bit snug on her hips and flow down the rest of her leg. Her foot wear also depends on the weather, or what she's doing. Sneakers or boots are her choices though. A thick leather cord rests around her neck with a pewter dragon charm upon it, the two inch charm holds within its grasping forepaws is a pale blue gem. Depending on the weather is what jacket she wears a long black leather duster or a more simple leather jacket.
Three golden studs can be found upon the edge of both ears, another silver stud found in her right eyebrow. She also has a good collection of tattoos and scars. An old small slightly jagged scar rests across her right cheek, others found elsewhere on her. Black tribal like tattoo markings curl around and then down both of her forearms to circle around her wrists in a Celtic knot work pattern. Other tattoos are unseen thanks to her clothing. Her eyes are an interesting pale icy blue color; rather eerie in a way which tends to make her stand out if anyone pays enough attention to her.
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Orion:
You see a man in his mid thirties who stands a little over six feet and weighs approximately 180 pounds. One can tell by looking at him that he works out regularly. His face is rugged but attractive, usually with a couple of days worth of stubble on his cheek. His hair is brownish red and cropped short, spiking up a bit on top. His eyes are deep gold and appear to be almost an unnatural shade. He bears a tattoo of a paw print on his left upper arm. When the man speaks, he has a very distinct Irish accent. It is strong, but not to the point that he is difficult to understand.
The man is wearing a tight fitting brown shirt with blue jeans. He has brown boots on and a silver watch on his right wrist. His ears are each pierced with a silver ring, and he has mirrored sunglasses pushed up on his head.
Scene
The evening is settling over the city and Abbey is working on closing the garage down. One bay door is still open while she is busy picking up the work benches and so forth. Steele can be found settled down at the door at the office chewing on a bone from the looks of it.
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The rumbling of Orion’s motorcycle can be heard approaching from down the road. The sound grows until he pulls into the parking lot and shuts off the machine. Orion stands and walks into the garage, removing his bike helmet and holding it under his arm. “Knock knock, anybody home?” He looks around and sees Steele, frowns, and backs up slightly. Though Steele has never done anything to threaten Orion, he’s been attacked too many times to just let his guard down.
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Abbey tilts her head and glances towards the movement a moment. "Hey Orion." Is said after a moment, Steele glances to Orion and licks across his maw before going back to chewing upon his bone, not seeming to care about the man. "He won't bother you."
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Orion still eyes the dog warily. “Yeah, well. I had an unfriendly encounter with a dog the other day.” He holds up a partially bandaged arm. “It seems that I’m even unpopular with my own kind.” He shrugs and walks forward, sitting his helmet down on a table before leaning against one of the benches. “Hope I’m not bothering you. I was just heading home from work and thought I’d stop by. Brought you a little gift for helping me figure out who I am.” He reaches into his coat and pulls out a nice bottle of Whiskey.
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Abbey smirks faintly at the part about being unpopular with his own kind. "Ya.. I know how that is." She offer softly as she recalls the meeting with Eli the night before. "Its alright.. Glad I could help you out." This said with a faint smile before she peers at the bottle of whiskey and chuckles. "Thanks.. You didn't have to do that, I'd help you anyway." She points out.
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Orion chuckles and sit’s the whiskey down on one of the benches. “Eh, you’re Irish. I figured you’d like some of me Uncle’s old stock.” Careful, it’s probably cursed whiskey. He gives Abbey a sideways glance and hesitates before asking his next question. “Is everything alright? You seem a little glum this evening.”
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Abbey chuckles and smiles a bit. "Ya.. I'd have to say I have a weakness for whiskey." She says with an amused tone at the thought. A faint ah escapes her at the question pondering how to bring it up before she shrugs a moment. "Everything's fine I suppose.. Seems I'm not pack material though, suppose it still sorta has me bumed but I'll get over it."
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Orion smirks at the comment. “Ah, well Whiskey is the weakness of us all.” He frowns slightly as she speaks about the pack. “Not pack material? But I thought your pack…Er…” He doesn’t finish that sentence, not wanting to dredge up bad memories. “Oh you mean the pack here in Texas? Did you finally meet them? And what, they’re not to your liking?” No that wouldn’t bum her out too badley he supposes. “Or maybe it’s you who are not to their liking?” He shakes his head. “Want me to go show myself to them? Cause them a bit of bad luck?”
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Abbey glances to her hands a moment at the part on her pack, a faint ah escapes her. "I thought about joining the pack here.. I'm a wolf after all, its what wolves do.. At least I thought that." She shrugs a moment she shifts so she's sitting back upon the bench and grabs hold of her pack of cigarettes. "Seems I'm not ready to be part of the pack because I wouldn't give up on my ideas, one of them owning the garage." She blinks and peers at him. "No.. I don't think you should do that. I don't know what they would do to you, being a shifter an all. Not all wolves like shifters.."
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Orion scratches the back of his head, feeling like a heal for having alluded to her old pack. “They er…They wanted you to get rid of the shop? Why? Don’t werewolves need money, too?” He ponders that for a moment. “And sure I’m a shifter, but I can only turn into the Barghest, and I think it’s pretty much all wolf itself.” He scratches his chin. “What, would they not like me because I’m not allergic to silver? Or probably because I would doom them all.”
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Abbey smirks faintly. "Mostly because I told the leader that I could do anything he could do.. He doesn't believe I can be any good working on a car because I'm a girl." She pauses a moment. "No.. Because wolves tend to think they’re better then the other shifters, because they are in packs and have more control over things like that." A slight shrug is seen while she pulls out a cigarette. "I've never thought that.. My pack didn't either. Had a few shifter friends back home."
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Orion shakes his head. “Well, they sound like a bunch of winners, don’t they?” He smirks, “Well if they’re that sexist hard-headed, then I’m sure there are more wolves out there who were ‘unworthy’ of their pack. Why don’t we hunt ‘em down and start a new pack, hmm?” He makes air quotes as he says ‘unworthy’. “We’ll build a bigger pack with all the wolves they don’t want and push them out of their own territory.”
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Abbey shrugs at this while taking a drag from the cigarette. "What's the point?.. I don't want to deal with the pack anymore personally.." She offer softly. "I didn't think it was going to be like that." She peers over at Orion at the thought of starting a pack. "I don't know about that.." "I don't think Eli would like it.."
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Orion taps his foot on the ground as he listens to Abbey. “Eli, eh? So he’s their alpha?” He shrugs, “So what if they decide that they don’t like us? They can deal. The way I see it, they don’t like shifters or half the werewolves anyway, why shouldn’t all those people who they don’t like get together?” He nods at Abbey, “And if they’re all against their females having jobs, then they probably have less resources at their disposal.
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Abbey smirks at this but a faint eh escapes her. "I don't know if that's what he meant.. It was just the example he used I suppose." She shakes her head. "Still.. I don't think I want to deal with anyone who thinks there better then someone because there a man though."
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Orion shakes his head. "Well if you’d rather just avoid the entire situation…" Orion somehow doubts that such a controlling Alpha will just allow Abbey to live in peace so close to where he has established his territory. "And since you two had your discussion, he hasn’t tried to convince you afterward, has he? Sent any of his lackeys or anything?" His question is toned with hollow nonchalance.
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Abbey shakes her head. "Naw, an I don't think he will. He doesn't want to waste his time with me from how he spoke last night." She flicks the cigarette while watching the burning ash. "I'm not going to worry about it, at least not now."
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Orion nods, though he has his doubts. From how Abbey describes them it seems to him that pack werewolves are generally unfriendly. Or maybe they’re just all run by douche bags. “Well what’s the turnover rate for those packs? Like…When do they elect a new alpha? Orion seems to think that they are a democratic race.
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Abbey peers at Orion and tilts her head before shrugging. "I'm not fully sure about that actually. I think the alpha has to pick the next leader actually.."
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“Hmmm, I see.” Orion ponders that for a moment. He’ll need to do a little research, though he doubts much of the literature on werewolves is accurate. What is accurate probably isn’t very pertinent to the situation, but it never hurts to look. “Well…I don’t know what to say other than that they don’t know what they’re missing. And also that they’re probably not worth your time.” He stands up straight and stretches. “Well I should probably head back soon. I’ve got some paperwork to do before bed.” He gives her a sideways glance, “Still, I don’t trust them. If you suspect he’s going to try something get into a crowd and call me, eh?”
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Abbey smiles fiantly as she hears Orion. "Thanks.." She offers sotly. Its sorta nice to have someone to talk to about this actually. "He doesn't scare me.. Takes a lot to do that anymore." This said with an amused tone. "Alright.. An Thanks for the whiskey. Maybe we can open it the next time you drop by?"
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Orion chuckles and waves a hand dismissively. "Eh, no problem. And don't worry about the whiskey. If you get thirsty before then you can crack it open. I've got tons of it that I can share with you next time I stop by." He starts toward the door and picks up his bike helmet. "Take care, Abbey. I'll stop by sometime soon." He waves and heads out the door to go home for the night.
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Abbey chuckles softly. "Right.. Like I don't have any other booze around here or anything." She says with a playful tone before waving after him. "Take care Orion, and your welcome to stop by when ever."
~ Fin ~
