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Gnew Gnawer Townhouse(#3501RAJLV)

This is a modest townhouse living room, decently furnished. A couch and a couple of stuffed chairs are arranged around a TV/entertainment system, and a fireplace is set into one wall. A coffee table and a couple end tables for drinks help fill out the rest of the furniture. The floor is covered with carpet, and a sheepskin rug is in front of the fireplace. While the room looks nice enough, it seems as if it could be picked up some; there are a couple empty beercans on the end tables, along with some snackfood wrappers. Contents: Sparrow The Urn of Shadows Errol Puppies! Obvious exits:

Basement Upstairs

You paged Nemo with 'Okay, ready. Any visible sign of what's wrong with Julie?'.

Sparrow putters about in the kitchen, having just put the baby down for a nap upstairs.

From afar, to Julie, Sparrow actually volunteered for Tarod's plot, way back when. ;)

Nemo pages: She's still running a slight fever. Maybe a short, occasional cough if you feel like it.

Long distance to Sparrow: Julie chuckles.

Julie opens the door. She puts her head inside, cautiously almost. The den being empty, she moves into the house. Her color is much better, though her eyes still gleam a little too bright.

Sparrow pages to Julie and Nemo: Warning of my own: My client sometimes drops poses, so if I don't seem to be responding, poke me.

Nemo pages to Julie and Sparrow: No problem.

Sparrow is putting away dishes that she just washed, humming to herself, as usual. She turns, hearing something, and calls out, "That you, Jimmy-love?"

Julie pauses for a moment, but relaxes. Her voice is still a touch hoarse, but is more recognizably her own than it had been in the week before she disappeared. "No."

Sparrow wipes her hands with a clean cloth, unhurriedly, and then leans in the doorway to the kitchen. She smiles at Julie. "Hey, you look a lot better. Whereya been?"

Julie shakes her head. She then near-blurts, "Sparrow. You're thin!"

Sparrow's smile deepens, and she blushes charmingly. "I had the baby. He's upstairs, asleep. You wanna see him? I could go get him..." The young mother can barely contain her excitement.

Julie smiles, her old charm back in the expression. "Oh, Sparrow. I can go upstairs. Finish what you were doing in the kitchen first. I'll happily make silly talk at him until then."

Sparrow lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "I'm done. Why don't I go get him? He sleeps right through a lotta stuff anyhow." A vague shadow passes over her expression. "Getcherself a drink, and some food, if y're hungry. There's some chili-mac..." Her voice trails off as she heads for the stairs.

Julie shakes her head. "I'll go up with you. I'm still not hungry, much."

Sparrow smiles over her should, climbing the stairs. "Okay. He's in the bedroom, so's I c'n feed him 'n' stuff without waking up everyone." She prattles on as the pair go upstairs. You can easily see how she got her name.

Julie smiles and nods. She asks, "What's his name?

Sparrow moves quietly next to the bassinet where the baby sleeps. "He's called Feinan Tommie Wilson. Feinan was the guy that left us this place, when he died. An' Tommie...was a good friend." She caresses Baby Feinan's cheek with her finger. "Isn't he sweet?"

Julie smiles and nods. "He's adorable." She looks down at the baby for a quiet time. A creak in the cooling house startles her, but she relaxes after an involuntary look over her shoulder. "Can I hold him?"

Sparrow gently picks up the baby from the bassinet, without waking him. With her lips pursed in concentration and mild concern, she slowly tries to transfer the infant to Julie's arms.

Nemo pages: Your call. :) The only thing needed is flesh-to-flesh touch, and the WP expedniture.

Long distance to Nemo: Julie does the dirty deed. :)

Julie takes the baby, her hands gentle. The left goes to support the back of the baby's head. "I didn't know Feinan, or Tommy. But it sounds like he has good names."

Sparrow dropped Baby Feinan.

Nemo pages to Julie and Sparrow: *thud*

Sparrow pages to Julie and Nemo: Well, that's an unfortunate turn of coding, isn't it. ;)

Long distance to Sparrow and Nemo: Julie giggles out loud.

This is a newborn baby boy, all pinkish red and deceptively large for his age. His light covering of hair is dark, soft and fine, and his eyes are still screwed up closed in a wrinkly little face. When awake, he waves his arms about restlessly and makes tiny baby noises.

As Julie cradles the young child, rocking him gently, young Feinan coos and flushes a little, then settles down, still in the young girl's arms.

Nemo pages to Julie and Sparrow: My thought exactly. . o O ( Well, my *exact* thought was 'headfirst?' )

Julie holds the baby close to her breasts, her lips still curved in a smile. "Beautiful."

Sparrow smiles, looking a bit strained. "Well, I'm hoping he's more like me than his daddy. But he's got lotsa family 'round him, which is good. When I was little, there was just me an' my momma." She quirks an eyebrow at Julie, grinning. "I think he likes you."

You paged Nemo with 'Dead already? That /is/ fast. :)'.

Long distance to Nemo: Julie gets her usual creeps from playing a nasty.

Nemo pages: It's more or less immediate, from reading the writeup over again. And this is why I play my nasties as little as possible. The nice-seeming ones especially give me the willies.

Julie rocks the child for another minute. Then her face slowly begins to change into a mask of horror. "Oh no. Oh, God."

Sparrow leans forward, looking alarmed. "What? What?"

Julie continues to hold the baby close. Her eyes are more shiny now. "I came because I thought they'd protect me. From the Spirals." As Sparrow leans in, she near-screams. "Back, get back!"

You paged Nemo with 'If she grabs me, I'll do it again. :)'.

From afar, Nemo nods.

Sparrow bites her lip, an obvious moment of debate churning in her head. She frowns, reaching for her baby. "Julie, give me my baby back." Her tone is low, persuasive, but with a hard edge to it. "It's just me, here."

Julie continues to clutch the baby to her chest. She backs up a step. "You don't understand. They'll want to kill me. They'll think I did it on purpose."

Sparrow shakes her head, wide-eyed. "They won't, Julie. Coz you got everyone here to protect you. Like they protect me." She steps towards Julie, still reaching for her child. "Please? Please let me have my baby back, Julie?"

Julie reaches to ward off Sparrow's hand with her own, trying to grab it. The baby is still nestled, still, in her arms.

The debate rages in Sparrow's pretty little head as she grows increasingly alarmed for her child's safety. Finally, she just throws herself at Julie in an attempt to wrestle her baby from the other woman's arms. "Julie, I'm not kidding. I want him back! Now!"

Nemo pages: Now?

Long distance to Nemo: Julie nods.

As Sparrow grabs at the child, throwing herself at Julie, her face suddenly goes flushed, matching Julie's exertion-reddened face. She doubles over, still clutching at Julie and trying to get her child from the girl's arms.

Julie's voice still seems honestly upset and eeriely sincere, "Sparrow! I asked you to stay back!" She lets go of any pretense of holding the dead child and strikes toward the other woman. The baby slides toward the floor, its little limbs limp. Tears are streaking the redhead's face. "I didn't want..."

Long distance to Nemo: Julie hits with claws. :)

Sparrow wails, and goes for her child, ignoring Julie. "What did you do...?"

Nemo pages: Actually, I kinda like this. We *could* make Julie a demi-reluctant fomor, and just consciously realizing what's going on.... Basically, make her acting real. Or we could make her a malicious bitch. :) I'll let you choose.

You paged Nemo with 'Demi-reluctant and mentally disturbed. That way I don't have to be Mercy. :)'.

Long distance to Nemo: Julie claws her. Is going to try to take her out quick, the evil moving to destroy despite what's left of Julie.

From afar, to Julie and Nemo, Sparrow only got to have a child for, oh, 5 days. :/

As Sparrow goes for her child, Julie's right arm pulls back, and she strikes the other woman with her right hand. Julie's facial expression is a strange mix of regret and eagerness warring over her features as she hits Sparrow with barbs which have grown out of the redhead's hand. She only grazes Sparrow, though, as Sparrow is grabbing at the floor for her child, opening up some few scratches across the left side of Sparrow's scalp.

Nemo pages: Crap roll. :-p

Sparrow clutches her baby to her chest, and scuttles back as best she can from Julie. "Go away." Her voice is small, childlike. Her large doe-eyes are wide and brimming over.

Julie's face is wet. "I'm sorry, Sparrow." The eagerness that has been slowly making her face hideous in its mockery of her words gives a lie to the words, and she moves to continue the attack.

Sparrow backs up and then turns to flee for the bathroom.

Julie's face practically glows with glee as she slices through the air once again at Sparrow, catching the other girl's back and slashing again as Sparrow makes it into the bathroom, ripping her clothes and leaving nasty slash marks down the other's back as the door slams shut.

Julie beats on the door once, twice. She sobs as the eagerness leeches from her face. "Oh god, oh god." As nothing answers, she turns and flees down the stairs. She leaves the door wide open.

Nemo pages: You did a nice job of integrating yourself into things before being drawn into the story for which you were originally made. Makes the inevitable change that much the hastier for her and all concerned.

Long distance to Nemo: Julie smiles. I tried.

*scene where Julie makes it to an Amoco and calls Jeremy, in hysterics*

Jeremy arrives in his black sports car at a break neck pace, screeching to a halt outside the Amoco.

Julie has her arms around herself. Her clothes are sprayed with blood. Even the brothers filling up their sports car aren't bothering her; she has 'trouble' all over her.

Jeremy pulls the car to a halt in front of her, his brow furrowing deeply. He doesn't bother to get out, opening the passenger side door he says,"Get in."

Julie looks around, then steps in the car. Her face is still wet from tears, and she is clearly frightened.

Jeremy says simply,"Close the door, buckle up, and hold on." He tears out of the Amoco, eyes darting about to see if there are any signs of someone following while he hand reachs out to seek hers in a gentle touch and an attempt at comfort. "What happened?"

Julie takes the hand in her own. As she does, he feels the stickiness on her fingers: blood. "They...she...." Feeling safe, she dissolves briefly into incoherent tears.

Jeremy continues to watch around them warily, the lack of knowledge of what he's dealing with, or up against clearly setting him on edge. He doesn't press her though, simply squeezing her hand.

Julie's sobs finally slow. She says, simply, "Sorry."

Jeremy shakes his head,"Sokay, Julie. Sokay. Can you tell me ... what's going on. I'm feeling a bit in over my head."

Julie's smile is shakey. "I don't know where to start." Her voice, on longer sentences, is broken with hiccups.

Jeremy takes a deep breath, his expression turning wry for a moment as he wheels around a corner, offering a brief,"Hang on," as a warning. He then says,"Well, for starters, knowing what might be after us would be good."

Julie opens her mouth and shuts it again. She then says, rather lamely, "Bad guys."

Jeremy glances over at her a little askance. "Can you be a little more specific, Julie. I'm a big boy, I can handle it. And I know all about the things that go bump in the night, especially the ones that do when the moon is full."

Julie's eyes widen. She then gives a shuddering laugh. "Well, that would be it, then."

Jeremy's eyes narrow, and his features paint with anger,"They are after you? The garou?"

Julie nods.

Jeremy shakes his head. "Dammit, I knew we couldn't trust those fucking bastards. Which ones did this to you? That Elan?"

Julie shakes her head, her sobs threatening to overwhelm her again. "The others. The bad ones. But they followed me to the Gnawer place, and I think they killed Sparrow. I ran. They're gonna want to kill me. Think I did it on purpose."

Julie's tears are running faster again.

Jeremy curses softly. "I don't have any doubt, from what I've seen of them. There is only one thing I think we can do. No, there are two, and I don't like either option, really. Damn." He squeezes her hand again, in an effort to reassure.

Julie seems happy to let Jeremy decide. She continues to cling to his hand.

Jeremy says quietly,"How much do you know about them? Their politics."

Julie takes a deep shuddering breath. "I got to know one of the wrong ones. He told me he was a Child of Gaia. I know them, and the Walkers and the Gnawers. I know there are other tribes, but I don't know what."

Jeremy lets out a long breath. "I know one of the Furies, the one I work for pretty much, well most of the others are afriad of her. SHe could protect you, but I'm afraid she might turn you over to the others. Fuck. I can't fight them, not without some preparation, and we can't run. They can track us."

Julie hugs herself, looking afraid. She whispers, "Please don't let them have me."

Jeremy lets out a long breath, and seems to come to a decision. "We'll hole up for the night, I think I know a good place. Then tommorow maybe we'll see about getting you on a plane or bus out of here."

Julie nods. She seems drained. She smiles weakly and says, "I really want a shower."

Jeremy gives a faint smile,"I think we can arrange that."

Julie smiles again. She shivers, probably in nervous reaction, and seems jumpy. But otherwise, she seems as normal as possible under the circumstances.

Jeremy pulls up to a small hotel, not particuarly sleezy, but hardly upscale. He gets a room after a quick exchance with the front desk and takes the car around to it.

Julie sits in the car, as not to arrouse comment. She relaxes a little when Jeremy comes back, though.

Jeremy takes her inside, after going around to the trunk and pulling out a suitcase, and what appears to be possibly a golf club case.

Julie motions at the case. "What's that?" She looks more relieved to be inside four walls and heads immediately to the bathroom. The blood shows up far more in the light of the room.

Jeremy plops the suitcase down on the bed, locking the door, sighing a little and shaking his head after slipping the deadbolts into place. He motions to the suitcase,"That's the emergency kit. Clothes, first aid kit, the like." He opens up the other piece of luggage, and draws out a shotgun,"This is the other emergency kit."

Julie's eyes widen a little, but she nods. She lowers her eyes, then says, "I'm sorry. I didn't have anyone else to go to."

Jeremy lifts a shoulder, and starts loading the shotgun. "Life's a bitch sometimes, Julie. I'm glad to help too, if I can. What happened, last I heard you were in the hospital. What, did you just up and get better one day?"

Julie shakes her head. She looks toward the bathroom. "It's kind of a long story. Can I, first?"

Jeremy shrugs again. "Sure." He continues to load the gun, just flickering a glance over in her direction as she heads into the bathroom.

Julie disappears for a good twenty minutes. She comes out with a towel only barely covering the essentials and grabs a cover to make up for her absent clothes. Mummied up in a quilt, she unwraps her hair and shakes her head. She sighs softly.

Jeremy says quietly, from his place in the middle of the room, of places, shotgun in hand. "Their are clothes in the suitcase, they might be a touch large, but you are free to them, if yah want."

Julie smiles quiet thanks. She isn't particularly body-shy, but she gets dressed quickly. Apparently seduction is about the last thing on her mind.

Jeremy seems to share that mindset, tonight at least. His sharp eyes seems to be constantly moving and assessing things, and he's never in one place for more than a moment.

Julie sits on the bed again and loops her hands over her knees. Her voice is flat, like the narrative of rape victims. "You wanna know what happened?"

Jeremy laughs a touch darkly. "Kiddo, it'd be a good idea. We need every edge we can get."

Julie chews her lower lip before continuing in the same tone. "I woke up. I was in a small room, connected to all these machines. They took me away, but Chris wasn't with them. The dark ones. People died around me, from sicknesses. But I didn't. Finally, they let me go."

Julie shuts her eyes. "I ran. I guess I led them right back. Sparrow and her baby....I think they're dead. The Gnawers are going to want to kill me now. I don't have anywhere to go."

Jeremy shakes his head again. "Damn. We are definitely going to have to get you out of town. Or ... maybe if ...nah."

Julie opens her eyes. "What?"

Jeremy says "I was thinking if we could figure a way to trick the gnawers into thinking you were dead, they at least wouldn't follow you out of St. Claire."

Julie says half-jokingly, "I died in a movie once."

Jeremy rakes a hand back through his hair. "Well, the only problem would be pulling it off so they would believe it. That's tough, especially on short notice. Hey. I know what we can do to buy you some time, though. You know where these gnawers can be found, and their names and such?"

Julie nods. She looks at the cover again. "I'm not suppose to tell the place. But I can tell names. Jimmy Wilson's in charge. Elan and Hank. Dante, too.

Jeremy glances at Julie a little askance. "Not telling the place isn't going to help much. I can't have somebody plant drugs in the place and have them all arrested on a drug raid if I don't know where to send vice."

Julie pauses, and does offer some of the common hang-outs for the listed Garou: Harbor Park and DWR among them.

Jeremy nods a little, frowning some. "I'll talk to Jake, see what I can arrange. It should stall them and give you a little head start, at least."

Julie moves off the bed to Jeremy. She still doesn't move to hug or kiss him, but she sits on the floor near his feet. She rests her head on his knee and shuts her eyes. Her hair is wet, and she shivers still.

Jeremy gives up on his vigil long enough to glance down at her, smiling just faintly as he runs his fingers lightly through her hair in a familiar gesture. He says softly, soothingly,"It's going to be okay, Julie. It'll be okay."

Julie nods a little, against his leg. She stays there a long time, until she finally becomes so exhausted that she moves up to the bed. Still, she sleeps on the corner closest to Jeremy, with her head at the foot of the bed.

Jeremy scoots the chair over next to the bed, so he can rest a hand on her hair and shoulder, offering some but small comfort as she sleeps. He keeps watch through the night, though.

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