Catie: *ambles down the street, dark eyes
flitting hither and yon as warily as she can manage. without, she hopes, looking
too skittish. even though this is one of the better parts of DT*
Troy Lawrence: The young Royalist is
striding down the street, power walk as usualy, hands-free in his ear, listening
to a conversation. He nods a couple times, issuing short orders to the person on
the other end, as he continues forward.
Catie:
6,10,1,7,4,5,
Catie: *blinks as she spots Troy, tensign for
a brief moment. then relaxes. he's not one of THOSE sorts, surely. and it is
polite. quietly angles her feet to take her on a path near him*
Troy Lawrence:
2,10,6,6,
Troy Lawrence: His eyes flick up to Catie,
and he nods to her in greeting. "Jennifer, I'll call you later. ....yes." He
ends the call and closes the distance between them with strong, direct paces.
Catie: *slows her pace slightly, politely.
drifting with the current of people and not causing a blockage, but obviously
waiting for him* hello, Mr. Lawrence. how are you today? *eyes flick upwards
toward him, then lower as is only proper*
Troy Lawrence: "Catie." He nods to her. "I
am well. Yourself?" He does not move out of the flow of traffic...let the people
move around him.
Catie: mmm, aside from some unsettling news
lately, fairly well. *ponders, nibbling her lip* it's rather family-oriented
news, though, so it shouldn't be discussed publically. *blinks slowly* although
on a different note, perhaps....maybe...you might be able to offer some advice?
*the question hesitantly asked*
Troy Lawrence: "Of course. What advice can
I give you?" A speck is located on his jacket sleeve, and he picks it off. "We
could head to my office to discuss things, if you like...have a more complete
conversation."
Catie: if you would rather, sir. *small
smile* for the family news, that would likely be better anyway. the other is
personal in nature.
Troy Lawrence: A short nod. "It is not far
from here. Come." A hand comes out, to rest on her back, between the shoulder
blades. Not shoving, or pushing...just gently guiding, in a way that is both
directive and a little protective, as he heads toward his office.
Catie: *meekly accepts the guidance, wlakign
with him. making sure she stretches her legs a bit so he doesn't have to walk
with dainty little girly steps. and genteely averting her gaze from what she
hopes is atourist who will go way soon. one whose clothing doesn't seem to quite
cover everything it should* thank you for letting me ask your advice sir. *tone
implying it will be good advice, whatever it is*
Troy Lawrence: "Of course." He leads her
onward, to the DA Offices, as busy as they are...simple matter of the the number
of crimes committed each day. Strong yet unhurried strides take them to his
offce, furnished Spartanly yet tastefully.
Catie: *looks around herself discretely,
approving the simplicity that speaks of elegance rather than poverty* you have a
very nice office. *waits for permission to be seated* would you rather hear the
family news , or have me ask advice first?
Troy Lawrence: He shuts the door behind
them, eyes moving to the girl and offering a smile out of propriety as he moves
around to his side of the desk, settling into upholstered leather. "Thank you.
Have a seat...and let's get the family matters out of the way first. Speak as
freely as you would in the Sept inside this office, it is secure."
Catie: *settles down, bookbag at her feet.
ankles crossed. smoothing her skirts down neatly* of course. i apologize if
you're already aware of this. recently i was informed that there is a ring of
Garou who are kidnapping Kin and selling them as breeding stock. *restrains a
shiver* i do not understand why--it's our duty to produce children. but i trust
the source and someone has admitted further knowledge in the matter. *dark eyes,
though lowered, narrow faintly. soft, sweet voice taking on a slight chill* it
seems she knew of this ring, has known for some time as she is being hunted by
them. however, she has had opportunity to inform those of us who are likely
quite tempting targets and did not do so until confronted with it.
Troy Lawrence: A dark look passes over his
face, extending all the way throught, pervasive. "Why, Catie, is easy. Such
matings must still be arranged. In this case, there is no 'hassle' with such
assumedly inconveniant matters, and the...creatures who do so are able to
purchase whoever they want, and have their own specifications met." He leans
back, scowling. "The Sept is aware of this, I assume...would this be the
situation surrounding one Micheal Espesito?"
Catie: *shudders slightly* it's still vile,
to me, sir, forgive my presumption. i don't know this person of whom you speak,
but it's quite likely. i don't imagine there'd be more than one ring like this
about. i think the Sept is aware, but i'm not certain. i would be shocked if
they didn't know, but being who i am it isn't my place to tell the Edlers
myself--it is more fitting that i speak to other Garou, such as my mate and
yourself. *again, her tone weighted with meaning. they know--the matter will be
dealt with. the trust a well-trained Kin should have with regards to her more
powerful "cousins"*
Troy Lawrence: "It is exceptionally vile,
Catie. My Mr. Espesito, I mean that some time ago, there was a man who was
called to the Sept to answer for his crimes against kinfolk of the Garou Nation.
He has since gone missing. I have obtained a physical description of him...you
may wish to take note of it." He proceeds to describe Micheal in detail, his lip
curled in disgust toward the man he's describing and those who he must surely be
associated with. Throughout, his posture is stiff and erect...mere civility
fighting back his Rage at the thought of a kinfolk among the Silver Fangs being
taken by such monsters. "If you see him at all, get away, and call your mate and
myself, or any other trueborns you may be able to, if not us. We will deal with
this...thing."
Catie: *listens carefully and even repeats
a shortened version back to him to make sure she got it right* i most certainly
will, sir. i will run if i must, otherwise i shall try to slip away and make the
call as soon as i possibly can. likely on the way. *small nose wrinkling
distastefully* it is a crime, surely, to force obedience when very few of us
will not give it willingly. *blinks slowly* and sighs* i will, of course, try to
recall as much detail about the sighting as possible, should one happen.
Troy Lawrence: "Excellent." A pause, and he
pulls an ashtray from a drawer, then withdraws a Dunhill. A stylized Zippo comes
out, and he lights the cigarette. "The crime is much less seemly then mere
forced obediance. Those who demand that their kin obey when they would not
otherwise...no. This is not just that." Dark green eyes regard her. "Consider
the worst aspects of what slavery and breeding would entail. And there you have
it."
Catie: *she does consider. and turns the
color of wax. shuddering faintly. only training keeps her from huddling in on
herself. quietly* if...they aren't the twisted ones...they're very,v ery close.
Troy Lawrence: "Indeed." He nods slightly,
impassively watching the kin. "And thus, you understand the danger, Catie. Keep
yourself safe. I will contact others, see what I can discover." An exhaled drag
of smoke.
Catie: *nods earnestly* i'm trying to stay
much closer to home. i go out only for errands and lessons. *blinks* MIss
Brianna is teaching me self-defense.
Troy Lawrence: "Brianna McCarthy?" His brow
quirks.
Catie: *nods* yes, sir. *faint smile* she and
i met when i was singing one day.
Troy Lawrence: Consideration, then a nod.
"Good. Continue learning from her. If you like, I can also schedule you some
training in firearms."
Catie: *blinks in slight astonishment* there
are guns someone as small as i am can actually handle? i had no idea....
Troy Lawrence: "Of course." He nods. "Not
all firearms look like something out of a Dirty Harry movie. I would imagine we
can certainly find you something to utilize that you can handle." His eyes
float, for just an instant...perhaps a P7...no, no. Definitely a Glock. His eyes
return to her, as if they'd never left.
Catie: *nods slowly, pondering* i'm not
sure how good i'd be, but it might not be a bad idea. thank you, sir. *offers a
sweet, gentle smile*
Troy Lawrence: A nod, brief and sharp.
"You're welcome."
Catie: *ponders a moment* i know you're busy,
sir. do you still have time to advise me on a personal matter?
Troy Lawrence: "Absolutely." An inclination
of the head as he stubs his cigarette out...a slight gesture with the other
hand, as an indication to proceed.
Catie: *takes stock of her words first* i
know my primary duty as a mate and bearer of children. however, my mate wishes
me to find a career path. *a soft little smile* i think he'd rather a
well-rounded mate with more to discuss than childish escapades. i have a few
thoughts on what i might do, but i'm unsure. even though i'm too young to go to
college, pciking something early seems like a good idea, so that i can begin
studies in that area. i would like to combine my interests with use. i do not
like to be unuseful.
Troy Lawrence: His eyes fall upon Catie for
a moment, something deep inside flickering like the flint strike of a lighter.
He considers her for a moment, then nods, eyes moving to the table as he picks
up his cigarettes with a manicured hand. "Well, then. What are your interests,
and where do you find your talents to lie?"
Catie: *considers* i like helping people. i
enjoy making them feel better. i prefer my surroundings to remain as unruffled
as possible, and i seem to be...if not good, not ~bad~ at making people feel
more soothed. i'd thought perhaps some sort of counselor.....*small shrug* i
like plants as well. and i know a very little bit about matters medicinal. that,
i know i'll wnat to ursue to a limited degree. knowing how ot help heal someone
is never a useless thing. perhaps the two could be combined to a degree with the
study of herbalism. i also enjoy singing, but honestly i'm not sure how that's
really useful, unless i learn to sing well enough to help soothe people.
Troy Lawrence: "So, psychology and
herbalism, along with some medicine...some kind of...naturalistic therapist,
perhaps?" He considers...New Agey stuff, to be sure. The cigarette is lit, smoke
sucked into lungs. "There are...many ways you could take such interests, Catie."
Catie: *nods* i think, if i combined those
two things, i'd probably use the herbalism more as a way to..hmm...*thoughtful
frown* help people relax more. simple things, such as offering a nice cup of tea
to soemone i'm about to try and help. like chamomile, which is a soother. or
having vanilla potpourri around, since vanilla's usually associated wtih good
things. i might prescirbe something like St. John's Wort for mild depression.
but i don't think i'd become a real homeopathic doctor. *tilts her head* what
other ways can you see to combine these interests? *leans forward a
little--demurely--small face intent on his words although her eyes remain
politely downcast*
Troy Lawrence: "Well, there is
pharmaceuticals..." He frowns, considering this. "Allergists. Many
possibilities, within the medical field, that deal with such things. They have
less of a focus on psychology, though."
Catie: *nods, pursing her lips slightly* but
which area would be more useful to the family? pharmacy work might help Kin, but
it's not likely to be much use to the Garou. you simply don't tend to need
drugs. counseling, though...*chews her lower lip a moment* maybe that would be
more useful. i'm sure there are many young ones from both sides who have things
they've not worked out. perhaps i could help my Kin, and lay a bit of groundwork
for Garou, which would take some of the burden off those who counsel among the
Garou.
Troy Lawrence: He gives a nod of agreeance.
"Correct. I think you are probably on the right track, Catie."
Catie: *brightens a bit* thank you, sir. i
would like to make the best use of my skills and yet be useful to the family.
duty and pleasure do not always combine, but sometimes they can.
Troy Lawrence: That strange flicker lights
his irises briefly, before it's gone, and he nods. "Of course. Now, is there
anything else I can do for you, Catie?"
Catie: no sir. *faint smile* unless you know
of a reason that i'd understand why i shouldn't think of the Kin who knew and
didn't bother to warn those of us in potential danger as someone to be avoided
due to her not being at all trustworthy?
Troy Lawrence: A light frown...which, on
his face, is severe. "When did she notify you of this?"
Catie: she didn't, actually. Brianna had
already told me, and we didn't know if she had been warned. so, we went to warn
her, onlyu to find that she knew and had known for some time. she had prior
opportunity to pass along a warning to me, i know, and for reasons i do not know
chose not to do so. it's Miss Sadie. she says they've been after her two years.
so she's known for a while....she did say she's told soemoen, but even so. she
should have passed on warning to those of us likely to be good targets. *like
herself* and she did not.
Troy Lawrence: That frown deepens, and his
eyes slant away from her, head turning right to look out the window. "I suppose
it is possible she did not know who to trust. If she has been hunted by these
slavers, it is entirely possible that they have their own kin working for them.
Perhaps she warned the Elders, and trusted in them to disseminate the word on
down."
Catie: mmm..*frowns slightly, thinking* it
seems strange that they wouldn't, without a very good reason. they helped me
with a small problem, and they surely have much better things to deal with than
one small Kin's nightmares. *shrugs slightly, trying to hide the unease at the
memory of those dreams*
Troy Lawrence: A near-rumble of
acknowledgment. "They knew of Espesito, and his crimes against kinfolk, and they
began looking for him a month ago. So clearly, they have to have known for that
long, at least."
Catie: *nods slowly* i wonder if they thought
she would tell. *sighs and shakes her head slightly* at any rate--warnings can
be given in whispers. and they were not.
Troy Lawrence: A nod, and his eyes travel
back to her. "I will learn what I can."
Catie: *nods slowly* it would be good to
know, sir, if it's something i would be permitted to know. *rises, smoothing her
skirts gently again* thank you for your time, Mr. Lawrence. *that shy, sweet
smile of hers* i appreciate it very much.
Troy Lawrence: He rises smoothly, nodding,
even offering a flicker of a smile. "You're welcome, Catie."
Catie: *another smile and she drops a
graceful curtsey* unless it isn't permitted, sir, i can see myself
outside--you've been very generous with your time and i'd not wish to continue
imposing.
Troy Lawrence: He gestures toward the door.
"By all means, you may. If you need me, my door is open, and you have my phone
numbers."
Catie: *nods, smiling happily. eyes
properly lowered* yes, sir. thank you. i hope the rest of your day is
pleasant...*and drifts out, shutting the door quietly behind herself*
Troy Lawrence: He seats himself once she's
gone, and gets back to work.