~ Disclaimer: White-Wolf creations do not belong to me. The only characters
in this story that do are Kendren Tann, Binga, and Claira DeMourge. All the
others are copyright their players.~
It was the next day, and the pair were seated in the front seat to a black Ford Jeep, driving down a long, plain, straight tar-paved road. Murdoc was in the drivers seat, one hand steering, the other hand on the waist line to Kendren's pants. There was a good reason behind this, Kendren's whole torso was hanging out the window, and she'd probably fall out if it weren't for Murdoc's hand there holding her back. Up ahead there was a glimmer of silver in the distance, pointing out their destination.
"There. I see the hanger!" Dren pointed with one hand up towards the now growing building, eyes squinted and hair flying back behind her, ponytail whipping about like some crazed beast's tail. Murdoc glanced towards her, chuckled, and nodded, returning his gaze to the road infront of him. When he spoke, his voice was thick with an australian accent.
"Yeah, I see it up dere, luv." The girl glanced back towards him, grinned cheesily, and leaned foreward to watch the building grow on the horizon, highlighted a slight orange-pink from the setting sun behind them.
Once inside the hanger, after parking the jeep off in the 'garage' (this was really a run-down plane storage compartmant of the hanger, just closer to the living quarters), Murdoc and Kendren walked down through the hallways of the hanger. There was a background noise of quiet echoing voices coming in from a closed door just up ahead. Murdoc reached out and opened the door, then stepped inside, followed quickly by Kendren, who stepped up beside him, grabbed his arm, and clinged to it.
The room the two stepped into was large and open, right infront a dip in the floor and a couch, infront of the couch a television set. Off to the right was a hallway that led to the bedrooms, to the left were two different doorways. The closest one led into the kitchen, and the further back one branched off to the showers and clothing gathering place.
"Heya, 'Doc. What's up?"
Perched on the couch were three people. Two had glanced up at the pair, then simply looked back to the TV. The other one, however, was still watching Murdoc, smiling, simply radiating a friendly aura about him. He was young, obvious by the baby face, and amply husky. Even though under the layer of fat there were rock hard muscles, giving the boy a nice amount of strength. His skin was a light brown color, but not tanned, natural, his hair the same color and cut neatly. He was part native american, had green eyes, and wore baggy clothes. Murdoc smiled to the guy and nodded in response. He was the one that greeted him verbally.
"Nothin' much, mate. Jus' bringin' me lazy ass over here to snatch up sum grub. Seein' how you bein' the gourmet cook 'n all, Brandon." The boy smiled broader and nodded, then shifted his gaze to Kendren, who was still hanging on Murdoc's arm, staring blankly foreward, silent and unmoving. His smile faded a bit and he looked back to Murdoc.
"Dren alright, Grim?" Murdoc glanced down to Kendren and flexed the muscles to his right arm, the one the red-haired girl was hanging on to. After getting no response, he nodded and looked back to Brandon, the half- indian boy. "Yeah, she'll be fine. Just in one of those funky loops of hers."
Brandon nodded to show his understanding to the simple, vauge statement. He looked over the girl at his brother's side, an expression of slight worry crossing his face. Yeah, Brandon was like that, and he was hard not to love. He cared for pretty much everyone around, and everyone had yet to see him get into a physical fight of any sort. A few arguments occured here and there, but the trustworthy boy had never lain a hurting hand upon anyone.
Murdoc returned his gaze to the girl at his side, then shook his head and leaned down. The arm she was hanging onto moved back behind her shoulders, and the other went under her legs, behind her knees. He then stood up and nodded to Brandon, the other two lounging on the couch, and walked through the living room into the halls.
Once he reached his bedroom, Murdoc held Kendren up with one arm and pulled back the covers to his queen sized bed, then layed her down in it and pulled the sheets up to her chest. Kendren stared at the ceiling for a moment, then looked to Murdoc, smiled a bit, and rolled onto her side, eyes closing and a hand gripping the fabric of the bed cover hiding her clothing.
Murdoc gave the girl a loving smile and brushed her hair from her eyes, then moved out of the bedroom and slowly closed the door behind him, eventually heading back to the living room or kitchen. Probably to have a chat with Greebo or someone along that higher status. Kendren didn't know, or truely care at the moment. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the door, then grinned mischeviously and pulled to her feet upon the bed.
A quick glance about the room, just for extra caution, and she pulled herself to a stand on the headboard of the bed, hands groping at the high window in the room, and eventually sliding it open. She grunted a bit as she hoisted herself up with one arm, bare feet pushing to help at the wall. Once she got halfway up, she used her free arm to pop open the screen blocking her way out, then took hold of the window sill and pulled herself to a crouched sit in the now very open escape way.
She smirked over at the door, where she could easily hear voices drifting from the living room. Laughter, stories, a bunch of bull shit lies about having killed off a whole hoard of vampires without even using a weapon. She shook her head and turned to look out the window, at the open clearing, the trees, and the faint city lights in the distance reflecting off the clouds. Kendren nodded to herself and swung her feet to the outdoor side of the window, and dropped the seven feet to the ground, landing at a slight crouch with a small wince. A shooting pain went through her foot, as though she landed on a nail. All she did was pinch a nerve, but that still hurt. So she took a moment to recover, then stood and brushed the seat of her overalls off.
Kendren took in a deep breath, the very, very faint scent of gasoline and fast food waifting it's way across the patch of forest to her nose. This simply encouraged her more to get back to the city. It was twiligh, easily. The sky was dark, but there was still enough light to see. Everything was shadowy, but not pitch black. The sky was purple, completely and totally. She took a small while to recognize all these features, then started into a run, crossing the small, cleared gap between the hanger wall and the forest, and plunged herself deep into the darkness of the trees, headed in the direction of the city. Of Necropolis.
~ Disclaimer: White-Wolf creations do not belong to me. The only characters in this story that do are Kendren Tann, Binga, and Claira DeMourge. All the others are copyright their players.~
It was the next day, and the pair were seated in the front seat to a black Ford Jeep, driving down a long, plain, straight tar-paved road. Murdoc was in the drivers seat, one hand steering, the other hand on the waist line to Kendren's pants. There was a good reason behind this, Kendren's whole torso was hanging out the window, and she'd probably fall out if it weren't for Murdoc's hand there holding her back. Up ahead there was a glimmer of silver in the distance, pointing out their destination.
"There. I see the hanger!" Dren pointed with one hand up towards the now growing building, eyes squinted and hair flying back behind her, ponytail whipping about like some crazed beast's tail. Murdoc glanced towards her, chuckled, and nodded, returning his gaze to the road infront of him. When he spoke, his voice was thick with an australian accent.
"Yeah, I see it up dere, luv." The girl glanced back towards him, grinned cheesily, and leaned foreward to watch the building grow on the horizon, highlighted a slight orange-pink from the setting sun behind them.
Once inside the hanger, after parking the jeep off in the 'garage' (this was really a run-down plane storage compartmant of the hanger, just closer to the living quarters), Murdoc and Kendren walked down through the hallways of the hanger. There was a background noise of quiet echoing voices coming in from a closed door just up ahead. Murdoc reached out and opened the door, then stepped inside, followed quickly by Kendren, who stepped up beside him, grabbed his arm, and clinged to it.
The room the two stepped into was large and open, right infront a dip in the floor and a couch, infront of the couch a television set. Off to the right was a hallway that led to the bedrooms, to the left were two different doorways. The closest one led into the kitchen, and the further back one branched off to the showers and clothing gathering place.
"Heya, 'Doc. What's up?"
Perched on the couch were three people. Two had glanced up at the pair, then simply looked back to the TV. The other one, however, was still watching Murdoc, smiling, simply radiating a friendly aura about him. He was young, obvious by the baby face, and amply husky. Even though under the layer of fat there were rock hard muscles, giving the boy a nice amount of strength. His skin was a light brown color, but not tanned, natural, his hair the same color and cut neatly. He was part native american, had green eyes, and wore baggy clothes. Murdoc smiled to the guy and nodded in response. He was the one that greeted him verbally.
"Nothin' much, mate. Jus' bringin' me lazy ass over here to snatch up sum grub. Seein' how you bein' the gourmet cook 'n all, Brandon." The boy smiled broader and nodded, then shifted his gaze to Kendren, who was still hanging on Murdoc's arm, staring blankly foreward, silent and unmoving. His smile faded a bit and he looked back to Murdoc.
"Dren alright, Grim?" Murdoc glanced down to Kendren and flexed the muscles to his right arm, the one the red-haired girl was hanging on to. After getting no response, he nodded and looked back to Brandon, the half- indian boy. "Yeah, she'll be fine. Just in one of those funky loops of hers."
Brandon nodded to show his understanding to the simple, vauge statement. He looked over the girl at his brother's side, an expression of slight worry crossing his face. Yeah, Brandon was like that, and he was hard not to love. He cared for pretty much everyone around, and everyone had yet to see him get into a physical fight of any sort. A few arguments occured here and there, but the trustworthy boy had never lain a hurting hand upon anyone.
Murdoc returned his gaze to the girl at his side, then shook his head and leaned down. The arm she was hanging onto moved back behind her shoulders, and the other went under her legs, behind her knees. He then stood up and nodded to Brandon, the other two lounging on the couch, and walked through the living room into the halls.
Once he reached his bedroom, Murdoc held Kendren up with one arm and pulled back the covers to his queen sized bed, then layed her down in it and pulled the sheets up to her chest. Kendren stared at the ceiling for a moment, then looked to Murdoc, smiled a bit, and rolled onto her side, eyes closing and a hand gripping the fabric of the bed cover hiding her clothing.
Murdoc gave the girl a loving smile and brushed her hair from her eyes, then moved out of the bedroom and slowly closed the door behind him, eventually heading back to the living room or kitchen. Probably to have a chat with Greebo or someone along that higher status. Kendren didn't know, or truely care at the moment. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the door, then grinned mischeviously and pulled to her feet upon the bed.
A quick glance about the room, just for extra caution, and she pulled herself to a stand on the headboard of the bed, hands groping at the high window in the room, and eventually sliding it open. She grunted a bit as she hoisted herself up with one arm, bare feet pushing to help at the wall. Once she got halfway up, she used her free arm to pop open the screen blocking her way out, then took hold of the window sill and pulled herself to a crouched sit in the now very open escape way.
She smirked over at the door, where she could easily hear voices drifting from the living room. Laughter, stories, a bunch of bull shit lies about having killed off a whole hoard of vampires without even using a weapon. She shook her head and turned to look out the window, at the open clearing, the trees, and the faint city lights in the distance reflecting off the clouds. Kendren nodded to herself and swung her feet to the outdoor side of the window, and dropped the seven feet to the ground, landing at a slight crouch with a small wince. A shooting pain went through her foot, as though she landed on a nail. All she did was pinch a nerve, but that still hurt. So she took a moment to recover, then stood and brushed the seat of her overalls off.
Kendren took in a deep breath, the very, very faint scent of gasoline and fast food waifting it's way across the patch of forest to her nose. This simply encouraged her more to get back to the city. It was twiligh, easily. The sky was dark, but there was still enough light to see. Everything was shadowy, but not pitch black. The sky was purple, completely and totally. She took a small while to recognize all these features, then started into a run, crossing the small, cleared gap between the hanger wall and the forest, and plunged herself deep into the darkness of the trees, headed in the direction of the city. Of Necropolis.
~ Disclaimer: White-Wolf creations do not belong to me. The only characters in this story that do are Kendren Tann, Binga, and Claira DeMourge. All the others are copyright their players.~