"Not only do I never stop talking, but there's not too many garou who can order me to shut up."

Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.

It's still not even noon yet and already someone is quite out of it. Aja is currently seated on top of the table in the middle. Her longs limbs have folded up to enable her to sit cross-legged, indian style while food decorates the remainder of the table around. Someone has a bad case of munchies as bread, mustard jar, ketchup bottle, bologna, cheese and other such goodies are placed before her, while in the center is the ultimate sandwhich made up of all those parts. Piled high and standing proud, the sandwhich practically begs to be eaten. Aja's stomach growls hungrily as she reaches over to snag the plate and drag it closer to her.

She may or may not have seen it, but a couple of times in the last few days a bright yellow Mazda sports car has been seen zipping up and down the lane from the farm, or parked in the yard. If she has eyes and ears for anything but her food, Aja may note that it's just arrived again. Even if she doesn't note the car, it'll be hard for her to miss the entrance through the back door of Cedric, long hair blowing in the gentle breeze. He gives a cheery wave and a "Hi there!" as he comes into the kitchen.

AJA: Reaching a height of five foot nine, the girl can't be more than sixteen years old. Her brown skin is quite dark, contrasting sharply against her white, straight teeth. Her almond-shaped eyes are mud-brown in color, while her broad but small nose is set above her overly full lips. A large and well-tended to afro sprouts out from her head, the dark curls frizzing out to an even and clean cut halo, reminiscent of the 70's hair-style. Her body is quite long-limbed and sinewy; her curves appearing a bit exaggerated due to her lanky build. She usually moves with an unfocused, lethargic grace that adds onto her apathetic but calm presence.

She is wearing a white tank top that stops just at her navel. Her gold and wine-red skirt is a wrap-around that hangs low on her hips and reaches her ankles. The skirt has the tendency to flap about her and offer glimpses of white bicycle-shorts worn underneath. She is also wearing a pair of brown flip-flops, showing her rather calloused feet. Her only accessories are a pair of bright, amber-lense sunglasses used as a hair-band and golden hoop earings. A keychain dangles from a loop on her skirt, supporting a large number of keys. Constantly on her person or around her at least is a MkVII British Gas Mask bag.
Carrying:
keychain

Snapping her head up as if expecting Cedric to snatch her glorious sandwhich away, Aja is immediately on the defensive before she blinks at the sight of Cedric. Her hooded-eyes hood even more as she leans forward, studying the man intently, "Oh man," she whispers, "I absolutely fuckin' love your tie. Do you have one with bright colored fish on it? Or Hawaiian colors and print?" Aja asks before bringing the sandwhich up and taking a huge bite out of it. Some of the mustard and ketchup ooze out of the sides, but the sandwhich remains intact, somewhat.

Cedric reaches to his own chest to flick his tie outward into his own field of view. "Oh, that one," he says as he checks which one he chose that morning. "Nnnno, I don't think I have one with fish on. Got one with little skulls and crossbones, one with racing cars, one with Jessica Rabbit from that film..." He smiles as Aja takes a healthy bite from her sandwich. "Miss breakfast, did we, young lady?"

"Mmm, Jessica Rabbit," Aja manages to make out without being disgusting enough to show the food in her mouth. Chewing, she hurriedly swallows a large bite before she finally speaks a bit more clearly, "Fuck naw, I had breakfast three hours ago." Picking and tearing off a chunk of bologna that pokes out of the sandwhich, Aja pops it into her mouth before sucking on her thumb briefly as she continues to be transfixed by Cedric's tie. "And trust me, I ain't a young lady. I'm guessing you're the one with the flashy yellow car that I keep seeing zooming by here?"

"That would be me," confirms Cedric. "Cedric Ambermere, your very humble servant. A true pleasure to meet you. May I learn your name so I don't have to keep callin' you young lady, since you seem to find that a trifle distressin'?"

"And fancy talks," Aja remarks with a grin, "You're just flashy all over aren't you? Aja Fox, at your service within reason. Recent arrival, but hopefully a long time resident soon enough. Here is a tip for your car, Mr. Ambermere, if you mix alcohol in the gask tank, your car would use less petrol and you'd get like, more than ten percent extra mileage. It's cause of the ethenol," she rambles, waving her hand excitedly, "shit really works!"

Cedric gives Aja a slightly reproachful look. "Where I come from, Aja, they teach us manners. Especially where the fairer sex is concerned, mmm? As for my wheels... well, even after so long living over here, gas prices still seem so ludicrously low that I don't worry too much about fuel consumption. So, tell me, Aja, do you know the owner of this house? Vera, I believe, is her name?"

"Fairer sex?" Her eyebrows quirk upwards before murmuring, "Know quite a few people who wouldn't like hearing that." But still, Aja seems to shrug it off and take another big bite from her sandwhich. Chewing hungrily, she waits until she swallows before speaking, "I haven't met her yet, been meaning to, but like I said, recent arrival. I've met Veronica though, and Reggie, and that white wolf who looks like he's about to eat me even if I was towering over him. Circle Keeper! That's it, he kind of creeps me out."

Cedric nods slowly as Aja delivers her list of people. "I don't believe I've met any of them. I've met Thomas, over in town, and Laura, and that youngster, what was her name? Stacey. A white wolf, eh? One of my tribe's? Silver Fangs," he adds as though any garou above a cub couldn't tell that by looking at him. "I need to find some of them."

As he states his tribe, Aja's eyebrows shoot upwards before she just stops and stares at Cedric, "I...I've never seen a Silver Fang before. You're a-..." She stops herself and shakes her head quickly, "I mean, uh, oh wow..." A bit awestruck, Aja takes a moment before she realizes something, "Stacey? Stacey! Little girl, right? I need to see her pretty soon, but I've been uh, busy and I hear she's even more so. She's one of the Children of Gaia right? That's mine," Aja puffs up a bit more proudly, "Shrouds-the-Truth, Cliath and Ragabash of the Children of Gaia."

Cedric turns his head to one side somewhat, giving Aja a profile-shot of his noble features. "Not so many of us as there used to be," he says, "but we still keep things tickin' over. They call me Strikes-Like-Lightning, and I'm a Galliard fostern. Which means," he adds with a grin, "that not only do I never stop talking, but there's not too many garou who can order me to shut up. Some would envy me, but... I have responsibilities too."

A Fostern one too, Aja's eyes practically bug out as she stares at Cedric. Once he gives her his profile, she can't help but mutter, "Good enough to be stamped on mint coins. That's just...crazy though." She shakes her head before giving him a broad and toothy grin, flashing her pearly whites; "So you should be Mr. Ambermere-rhya," Aja declares before moving to take another bite. Hesitating, she eyes her sandwhich mournfully before extending her hand to offer the dripping mess towards Cedric, "Yea, but you can order all us little grunts around. Sandwhich?"

Cedric looks at the sandwich, oozing mustard, ketchup, mayo and who knows what else at every edge, and shakes his head. "Most thoughtful of you, Aja, but I ate already. Rhya me if you will, but please do call me Cedric, or Lightning if you're in the war-form. I have more names than the average car has wheels, but I tend to only trot most of them out on ceremonial occasions. You say you're a recent arrival, too? Where do you hail from originally, if it's not pryin' to ask?"

"It's not pryin'," Aja remarks as she happily brings the sandwhich back to it's rightful place, up to her mouth. Taking a smaller bite, she quickly chews and swallows before continuing, "Oregon. South of here actually. They have better pot there, but beggars can't be choosers. They do have better music here though." Aja shifts her weight on the table before canting her head to one side as she studies Cedric, "What about you, Cedric-Rhya? What did you call home before?"

Cedric's eyes narrow a fraction at the mention of pot. But he doesn't mention the subject, preferring to simply respond to her question. "Carolina, Virginia, Connecticut, Maine, Ontario, Newfoundland, and England, in reverse order of time," he responds. "Falcon's path has led me half way round the world, and I wonder if he doesn't plan to take me on round the other half yet."

"Newfie land? You went to Newfie Land?" Aja declares with a broad grin, "Damn, did you freeze your tootsie off?" She makes a face before shaking her head. "I can stand cold, but not that cold. That is fascinating though. I've only been out of Oregon once, and this is it." Making a face, Aja shakes her head, "Not so glamorous but hey, we each have to make do. So what did you come across over there? I mean, did you see some really nasty shit?" She inquires with a broad grin like a thirteen year old kid at the promise of blood and gore details. She is definitely out of it.

Cedric had already suspected something of the kind. "Silver Fangs," he declares, "come from Russia and cold places like that. Newfoundland doesn't even make us break out an extra pullover. As for, ahem, 'nasty shit'... that is everywhere, until we get our act together and wipe this beautiful planet clean of it. I could definitely have done without the wrecker's yard full of fomori and spirits. Got my face half burnt off by battery acid..." He leans forward towards Aja, a lock of his hair falling over his prominent cheekbone. "See, there? Could have blinded me. But there was a truly awesome member of your tribe, another Fostern, and he put my face back together so well you can't see the join. Can you?" He pushes the hair back, inviting Aja to examine his smooth-skinned physiognomy. Certainly if there's any scar there it'd take a microscope to detect.

Fascinated by the story, Aja leans forward to take a peek herself. She has no qualms about getting right into Cedric's personal space as she gets a little 'whoa' look while staring at his face. Aja tilts her head from side to side before shaking it, "Shit! Not a scar. Whoever that fucker is, and I mean fucker in utmost respect, I want him to do my plastic surgery. Or shit, learn Mother's Touch from." Aja continues to take sneak peaks towards his face before she suddenly blurts out, "you have crazy eyes."

"Rex Benson was his name," Cedric rattles off, "and ~Bad-Attitude~ was his deedname, though I don't know why, because he seemed a right-on fellow to me." His eyes twinkle as he's complimented upon them. "Crazy? Well, they work, I've had no complaints about them."

"Yea, crazy as in good, not as in, you know, 'crazy'." She wriggles her fingers at the second crazy to emphasize the spooky quality of the word. Aja then grins broadly once more as she grabs her sandwhich and turns to jump off the table. "I better get back outside for uh, a smoke. It's one of those days," she murmurs the last bit sagely before biting into her sandwhich.

Cedric peers through into the empty living room. "And if neither Vera nor anyone else is here," he comments, "I may go for a walk around the bawn's edge, just to see if anyone is about. I won't cross into it, of course, unless invited." He crosses the kitchen and pushes open the back door. "Sometime," he adds, "maybe when we're both less preoccupied, I'll have to take you for a run in my wheels."

At that suggestion, Aja perks up before she glances towards him, "I would love you," she mouthes to him before grinning once more. "Thanks, Cedric-rhya. Pleasure to have met you," she finally manages with normal volume as she lifts her free hand in a lethargic wave, "See you around."

Cedric lifts one hand to his mouth as he stands in the doorway. "Steady, now," he murmurs. "I know some septs where even saying something like that can get a girl into trouble." And he gives Aja a knowing wink before he slips outside and crosses the barnyard towards the fields.