Ghanee sat down with Jarvis on the oily garage floor as he tinkered with a large, old automobile. It looked valuable and vintage. Jarv was talking excitedly while Ghanee nodded politely and worked on the other axle.
Men and their cars. The obsession never made sense to her: was it necessary to produce multiple cars every year with a different name and engine and fiddly bits that all had extremely vague names, often combined with numbers. She could appreciate the engineering and the design, but the enthusiasm about it was beyond her. However, this was the best-paying job she could find. Ghanee learned to mask her confusion. Besides, she also got to work on the motorcycles.
Jarv had a side business in motorcycles. Easier to buy, sell, and to move around than cars, they had a good two dozen in the gravel back lot, behind the garage and used cars for sale. Jarv would buy old ones and fix them up, making them brand new to sell for cheap.
Ghanee secretly wanted one. She liked the idea of a motorcycle. She liked the mobility and the sleekness that cars were just lacking. Ghanee's favourite was the dark black one that seemed to lean forwards, even while it was parked. She liked how it only seated one.
A ding-ding! alerted Ghanee to the presence of a customer. Waving to Jarv not to get up, Ghanee slid out from underneath the car to find this prospective client.
"Jarv's Cars and Motorcycles, how can I help you?" she asked, with a smile.
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Kirin rooted through her pockets for spare change, carefully adding them up, then double-checking. If she was lucky, then she'd have enough for a coffee at the local cafe, 'The Moon Snail Trail' after class as a year for herself. Kirin smiled. The bell rang and everyone packed their bags and leaving. She followed suit, carefully putting away her change. --- "Small coffee with milk, please?" Kirin asked the bored-looking barrista, who lifelessly punched in her order and demanded payment, which Kirin gave. While she waited for the under paid staff to prepare her drink, Kirin took a brief look around the cafe. Here, in some ways, was quieter than school. The high school had a strict no scent policy that many Kirin could smell every girl on her period, every person who fantasized about sex in class-- on days close to the moons, Kirin can practically SEE where people had been by their scent trail. Here, the soft smell of coffee beans permeated the room, making everything dull and sluggish. But... A flash of hair caught Kirin's attention from across the room, causing the teen to step back into the shadows, curious, but not certain if she wanted to be seen just yet.
Green Room || Kirin and Thalia || Middle of January
Kirin tore up a tissue out of boredom. She'd been waiting backstage for nearly a half hour, waiting to work on the costumes, only to find that she'd been too early. With not much else to do, Kirin roamed the backstage area, poking and prodding whatever caught her interest. That only worked for a couple of minutes, which brings Kirin back to tearing up a tissue paper. She tore it in half, then again, and repeated until she couldn't even hold the fragments of paper in her fingers.
She sat back, wondering what to do now. She had a few cookies in her backpack she was saving for a snack, or she could sneak away to the library to steal a book. Kirin rubbed her eyes and looked around the green room. She jumped a little, when she noticed someone else with her.
Tongue Tied || Gaius and Kirin || A Day after the Moon
Kirin made her way back through the woods, retracing her steps. She almost didn't even have to pay attention to where she went- her feet took care of most of it.
A day had passed since the moon. Since she woke up next to Darcy with nothing more than a faint memory of hands around her wrists and the scent of boot polish and Nik... But Nik was tied up too far away to grab her. None of it made sense. She didn't know but Gaius might have answers. However, she had no way of getting in contact with him. She resisted going to Mac's and asking if /he/ knew where Gaius was, but that would most likely end in blood.
She stepped up the creaky porch and tentatively opened the door of the pack house, glancing around. "H-Hello?"
The cemetery was some place where Kirin was all too familiar with. Countless funeral made this place a second home to her, almost. All of her relatives, all in a line.
Agatha Bos.
Rev. John Bos.
Freema Bos
and finally, Sanga Bos.
Kirin placed little fake flowers that she stole from the Dollar Store on all of them, as a sort of... apology. Now that she knew the supernatural was real she was cautious about offending their ghosts, if they happened to be ghosts and wow she should probably get Gaius to explain more about the world they lived in. The wind blew hard and Kirin shivered, thrusting her hands into her pockets. This wasn't how she wanted to spend her New Years, but there were benefits to being in the cemetery while no one else was around. The first one was that there was no one around to see what she would do.
Kirin came to the graveyard with fake flowers and a shovel. Now that the flowers were handed out, it was time to use the other object.
Frost had settled on the ground, making a sharp crunch when Kirin first broke the earth with the blade of the shovel. Her hands were shaking around the handle. With a guilty look, Kirin looked up at Sanga's headstone.
"I'm sorry" she whispered, voice thick.
She made good progress, but not great: she had to stop every once and a while to bite back a sob or to wipe away tears. Kirin didn't remember the funeral. When Sanga was buried, Kirin was still in the hospital and- the muscles in her jaw twitched- she got the feeling she wouldn't have been invited anyway. Her father said it was small. Some girls from school went to pay their respects but in the end, it was just her father and a few of his friends. He didn't want Kirin to ask about it much, so the details were fuzzy.
She didn't really know what to expect.
She hit the wood of the coffin. She didn't bother wiping away the tears that overflowed.
"I'm sorry, Sanga." Kirin whispered again. The top was cleared of soil as quickly as she could and she stepped back.
She'd been.. not confident, but sure. Sure about what she needed to do. Now that she was here, Kirin was suddenly uncertain. She trembled, looking at Sanga's coffin. Her head fell back as she looked to the stars, cold and dark, the only witnesses to her crime. Her breath billowed up in a cloud of steam in preparation...
Kirin opened the cover.
A sudden taste in her mouth that could only be vomit made her wince and turn away quickly. She was sick on the pie of dirt and slush she had dug up.
There was barely any smell and the body had yet to decompose- although it was hard to tell. It had to be a closed casket funeral. The funerla directors had done their best, but there was only so much make up and their tricks could do to someone who'd been hit by a car. Kirin's shoulder hunched as she cried, sobbing around her hand, muffled uselessly.
She could remove herself from death: Kirin lived off of death in one form or another and it didn't affect her the way it did for others. People were people and then they died and then they were meat. That was the way things were. That's how her father wished she was. In her heart, she didn't want to think of Sanga like that. Not the little girl she use to carry. Not the sister who dragged her to things and made her smile. This death was different. It didn't feel like Sanga was gone, but at the same time, her absence left a gaping hole in her chest.
Yet, there she was. In the ground. Dead and gone.
Kirin steeled herself. It had taken a while to figure this out. Right now, her best bet for an anchor was Sanga. But.. since Sanga was dead, maybe- just maybe- a piece of her might work instead. It didn't appeal to Kirin, or even see like a good idea, but after she woke up in the woods, she realized that the most important thing right now was getting in control. It could mean the difference between life and death and Kirin always played to live. She wouldn't waste the life Sanga didn't get to live.
Bending down, Kirin took out a knife and she wavered, wondering where to start. She selected a braid from Sanga's head, and with trembling hands, cut it at the root. A jagged breath escaped her lips. Ohgodohgod I'm really doing this really doing this... Her fingers fumbled, dropping it before she pushed it into her pocket. She grabbed Sanga's charm necklace from around her neck and it followed the braid. What else would work? Kirin looked around, looking for something she could take, something... Sanga's hands were folded demurely over her chest, only slightly deformed from the accident. Kirin bit her lips and before she could think better of it, grabbed her pinky. It fell into her hand after a single swipe with the knife. Hot tears filled Kirin's vision.
"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." she cried. "I j- I need to live, Sanga. I'm sorry."
She closed the lid carefully and filled in the grave as snow fell. Good, the snow would hide her tracks. The thought didn't bring Kirin any comfort. This was a major crime, she could go to jail for a long time.
"I'm sorry," she said under her breath like a mantra. "I'm sorry. I just want to live."
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Kirin awoke not in the dungeon, which was the first thing to worry her.
The second was that she was laying face first in snow, buck naked. She sat up, wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to coax the biting chill out of her body, and was only mildly successful. It was cold, and that just made her miserable, on top of the confusion of where she was.
Kirin glanced around, hoping to see a pack mate or something and out of the corner of her eye, Kirin could see someone. She turned.
Super-weird long post about Kirin contemplating her position while slaughtering a lamb before the niht of the second moon. Rambly and goes no where. And there's gore, so. yah.
Kirin sighed, and ran her hands over the row of tools on the table. They were old, antiques, but well taken care of. Sleek and cool and calm. Serene. She wished she could be as peaceful as they were. They didn't have to worry about living or dying or guys or parents or even sex. They just did their jobs and Kirin got the feeling that they took some silent pride in it. She was envious.
There was a lamb out back, in the cold room. It was maybe 5-6 months old and it was panicking. Kirin walked over to it, only to have it run away, bleating. She managed to corner it, wrestling it under one arm. She patted it's head. "First time away from the flock, huh?" Kirin smiled. The lamb quieted down and the struggling lessened. Kirin ran her hand through the lamb's rough coat, humming a cheery tune as she reached for the knife in her belt.
It was quick. The little tune didn't even pause while the blood rushed over tightly clutched hands.
Maybe dating Gaius wouldn't be a very good idea. You shouldn't mix business with pleasure, right? Kirin sighed as the full smell of blood hit her nose and she could practically feel her teeth getting longer. It would only complicate things. And he was fucking Macheath too.
Macheath complicated things just by existing. Every time she looked at him, Kirin wanted desperately to run away and hide and pretend nothing ever happened and she hadn't made a huge mistake by having a crush on him. If she could, she would, but part of her refused to back down. She never really had anyone who was close to her, or chose to be around her: Kirin didn't want to loose the only almost-friends that she had in the pack. This was her pack. This was his fault, she wasn't to blame.
The lamb stopped moving and Kirin could no longer hear it's heart beating. She picked it up in one hand, hanging it from the hooks. After selecting another knife from the rack, Kirin began to skin it. She peeled the skin away and reflected on what to do.
What if it turned out just like Macheath had? Then she'd be really screwed. Sure, Gaius had said she'd be second in command but he probably didn't really mean that. A little part inside of her felt sad- if she did refuse it, she had a suspicion that Gaius would call everything off and put Mac or Nik in charge after himself. Then it would be back to square one, with Kirin being the awkward girl in the back. Of course, if she accepted, she'd be the awkward girl in the front. But she'd also be getting laid, and Kirin couldn't lie- the thought of Gaius pinning her against the wall and kissing her brought a slight dampness to her underwear.
The sex part would be a definite improvement. Ever since the horrible incident with Mac, where she'd left unsatisfied, Kirin had been itching to try it again- not with Macheath, but... in general. With someone else. She'd touched herself before, but she had no idea sexy-stuff could feel that good. Blood squealshed between her fingers as she tore off the last piece, flinging it to the side to be sent to the tanner later. Without thinking, she popped her thumb in her mouth and sucked it clean, the sharpness appealing to the bloodlust brought on by the moon. In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if Gaius' blood would taste like this. She ignored that thought and pretended it never existed.
Once her hands were clean, Kirin washed them under the faucet one last time. She didn't feel like she'd made any progress, however. Getting some action would be nice (her lady-parts would thank her very much), but would it be worth the stigma of fucking her leader? She could hear the whispers now- She's only second in command cause she gives him blowjobs occasionally. He fucks her and now she's been promoted? What a whore.- and she didn't like them at all. And would it be worth the risk of being hurt again, especially since Macheath was in the picture as well? What was stopping Gaius from deciding that he only wanted Macheath?
Kirin sat down heavily in the worn plastic chair near the door. She cradled her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. It would be so easy, so so easy to accept just to get back at Mac, but Kirin didn't want to complicate the pack. Why were things so hard all of a sudden?
The clock on the wall chimed alerting Kirin to the approaching moonrise. After long, drawn out moment of denial, she got up and headed to the door. Seems like Gaius wouldn't get her answer tonight.
Kirin dreaded moon rise. She could feel it tugging at her all day. The added anxiety from- well-- it didn't help.
She swallowed hard, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as she paced around the woods near the pack house. What to do, what to do, what to do? It had been nearly 12 hours and Kirin didn't feel any closer to an answer than she had been originally. She twisted her mouth. Damn it all!
Finally overcoming the urge to bolt, Kirin stomped to the house, up the stairs and opened the creaky door. She clapped her hands to get the blood going, then shoved them into her pocket. Might as well get this over with.
