2021-08-02 Barcade Backroom Bonding
Barcade Backroom Bonding
Location: Member's Only Backroom at Barcade in DTLA
Date and Time: August 2nd, 2021, early morning
Summary: Gia and JuiceBox share personal information.
Mood Music: https://youtu.be/KOAaKx_V4cU
It's early in the morning and Juicebox just wants to enjoy some LIITS, maybe fuck about with some karaoke or play old games on her phones away from the Normies. The rather homely looking woman has her laptop in front of her and has a game on in the empty back room for the moment.
Having been dropped off at an arcade by Marcus with no specific details about why he chose this one, Gia had been playing games with the pocketful of quarters in her hoodie which she has up despite the pleasant weather - making her vibrant green hair a bit less obvious for the masses of muggles around her. However, sensing another Garou entering she glances towards the entrance and sees a face she doesn't recognize.
After seeing Noelle go into the backroom, she texts Marcus a quick question:
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Nodding as she shoves the burner phone into the pocket of her shorts the Metis-in-Homid form finishes her game and then heads back towards the backroom to join the unknown Garou. She's slightly on guard but only in a vague sense of preparation, not like she's going to strike out immediately.
"Shit! Fucking noob." The woman looks rather focused on whatever she is doing on her Weaver Box. Fingers streaming across the board like a professional pianist with her other hand on a mouse that is rather swiftly navigating on the table. The laptop screams "HEAD SHOT!" as the brown haired woman squints with her tongue poking through her mouth. "Fuck you goober." Sounds of various gunfire and explosions can be heard with a half empty glass of booze sits near her mouse hand.
Stepping into the backroom, Gia pushes back her hood as she closes the door. Seeing the woman focused on a game she just finds a stool by a game and sits down on it waiting to see how long it will be until the other Garou notices her presence.
A growl of annoyance as the screen yells out HAT TRICK! Fingers continue to dance across the keys as the mouse zigs and zags. Nostrils flare and a small sniff of the air. "Hmm... familiar scent." A pause as she mulls the scent over. "Smells like a Picasso." Her eyes not leaving the screen but clearly noticing Gia's presence. Tone suggesting its ok to get closer.
A Picasso? Yeah, Gia's been called that before. Smirking, she asks, "JayBee? That you?" as she hops off the stool and walks closer to the no-longer-unknown Garou.
"Mhm." If she needed any more proof, a vape pen is pulled out from behind her ear and is put into her mouth and a drag is sucked in inbetween words. "Don't tell me I'm so ugly you couldn't even recognize my scent." A small smirk forming on her face.
Gia shrugs. "So much stale sweat smell out there I didn't bother trying to be honest," she says. Plus, she thinks to herself with a slight smile on her face, It was more fun waiting to see. Taking a whiff she just shakes her head. "Yeah, that stink from out there is still stuck in my nose. Bleh," she adds.
"I kinda live here when I'm not at the bawn. It's the perfect place for a Walker of Glass." Her eyes glance up to look at Gia as smoke flows from both her nose and mouth. "It's a shrine to Man and everything a girl like me can ask for Spiritually. Camaraderie and the right mix of old and new."
"A friend of my pa's who's kinfolk is putting me up at his house for now in Central LA. Got me a bus pass and drops me off or picks me up at places before the end of his shift," Gia explains without identifying Marcus or his job with the LAPD quite yet. "So, what's the down-low between your tribe and mine, the Gnawers, here in LA from your perspective?"
OOC Note: Gia successfully activated Truth of Gaia at this point as she wanted to judge JB’s truthfulness in her answer.
"Stay away from Wu Tower. Elder Wu doesnt't like your tribe and I would say he wouldn't appreciate just how much of an Art Masterpiece you are." DOUBLE KILL! As a few taps of the keyboard happen. Her eyes continue to flick between the screen and Gia. "I avoid any and all Gnawers not part of this sept. I rather like having my head attached to my body" Words ring true. Her voice sounds more factual than there being any ill will in it. "The Wu clan is... clannish even to my tribe."
Gia nods. "Is dat the elevator I've been told t'not touch like I assume then?" Gia asks about Wu Tower. She also frowns. "We're all fighting the same fight, shouldn't be undermining the effort by killing each other off like that," she grouses while frowning.
"The ronin who claim to be Gnawers are not part of the Nation. They think of themselves and their turf, not Gaia." /That/ sentence held true ire in it. "And yes, that elevator is only for Walkers of Glass in decent standing to the Wu Clan. You would not survive those doors opening." Eyes squint as the smokey metis continues to warn Gia about her own survival. "But let's not talk of who kills who on sight. You said you were a Law Boy?"
Gia's frown deepens at this question and her eyes narrow a bit. She takes a deep breath and then, relaxing the moment of tension slightly, she says, "Gaia and Luna by having me be born under a half moon. I am Verdigris Claws, Philodox of the Bone Gnawer tribe, raised in the Sept of the Grandfather and now of the Sept of the Smiling Angel. And I am /no/ boy, Juice Box of the Glasswalkers." She's not taking a tone that should immediately invoke a challenge but she obviously felt like the question was a little out there.
Having given an answer and a comment on what she obviously felt was a slight insult, Gia seems to relax a little bit more before she asks, "And what is your Auspice, JayBee?" Her stance and voice seem to imply that her switching back to the nickname should be enough to show that all is on an even keel again.
"I'm a Big Brain. I said so when we first formally into'd ourselves. Law Boys are Law Boys." Saying like it's fairly obvious and gender neutral. "You got your No Moons, Loud Mouths, Big Fists, Law Boys and us Big Brains." Letting the Gnawer figure out which is which. "And if you want a really good reaction tell a Silver Fang you are Pure Bred in sin. They get all angry at you and their spressions are amazing." With a snort and giggle. "Guess how old I am." With a grin.
"So, Theurge," Gia responds questioningly. "I basically am Pure Bred if it weren't for being adopted out of tribe and Falcon saying 'no' to the spiritual side of this," she explains further. Then she glances at the other Homid form Metis and hrms.
"So, you look older than I do. Can't be more than eighteen chronologically. Could be as young as sixteen," she pauses and adds, "That's my guess. Best I can do not knowing how long its been since your first change and how old you were when it happened."
"Oh, so you got out of the Super Serious Broheems and got with the good side of the Nation." There was a moment of silence before her brows furrowed and she looked annoyed. "Seriously, fucking asshole left!" A small growl of frustration as she shuts the laptop and pulls the usb dongle out of the side to stick into her mouse. "And your way off. I'm ten in august."
As the other Metis yells at her game, Gia says, "I was raised in a multi-tribal setting so yeah... I was taught the…," she hesitates after starting to say proper and instead continues with, "... technical terms for the Auspices, yes." And then the age is stated and she replies in surprise, "Ten!?" Hesitating to make a judgment statement she instead says, "Wow, um... I'm a-gonna be thirteen next year," she admits.
"Yea. I was... seven ish when I first changed. I had already run away from bum fuck middle of no where where my parents kept me in a cage. I was still in Crinos when I came into LA. I had zero idea the Nation existed but I was clever enough to sleep in dumpsters and only wander around at night." Giving the rundown summary of her life. "The crew at CIT picked me up and liked me enough to make sure I was a Walker of Glass. Homid is just easier to fiddle with electronic with but I got pretty good at repairing shit and playing on a PC in crinos before I was four or so."
Upon hearing the cage comment, Gia growls as much as a Homid can. "Do you know who your parents are... were maybe... or even where you were being kept?" She's clearly angry and wants to do something about this clear violation of the Litany.
"Don't worry about my fuck wit parents. I don't even know what tribe they were. All I know is that they fucked, had me, 'cared' enough about me to keep me and then treat me like the digusting stain on their honor that I am." There was true hatred in her tone. "I will soon be Fostern and they can eat the shit I pump out in a toilet when I reach Elder before sixty."
There was a snort and a chuckle from her. "I'll be fostern before I am ten and most of the homids around here will have been Cliaths far longer than I even knew the Nation existed." The Walker starts to pack up and stand. Slinging her fetish backpack over a shoulder as she looks the other Metis up and down. Clearly this woman thought highly of herself. "I would suggest you aim for Fostern quickly. There is a gift that proves our superiority when it comes to mastering our own bodies."
Looking at her phone and pocketing it. "I need to jet. If you need an ear or just another of your kind to vent too... hit me up Picasso and we can go golfing." Starting to wander out of the back room and into the Barcade.
"Thanks for the advice, JayBee," Gia says as she makes a mental note of a second semi-official nickname given to her by her fellow Metis. "Here's my numbers," she says, rattling off the number for the burner Marcus gave her. "Shoot me a message so I have yours `kay?" with the question she drawls out the long a sound figuring the tech-based Metis will be able to remember her phone number long enough to add it to her contact list in a short bit anyway.
