Trevor James Radcliffe's emerald orbs stared out the tinted window of Incest's tour bus as the band drove to the hotel in New Orleans. The sights of many different colored lights attracted Trevor, even though he was tired like the rest of his human counterparts from a grueling 15 state tour, that originated 1500 miles away in Seattle, Washington State.
His leopard was restless as all hell, practically pacing back and forth on the metaphysical plane. It wasn't good for Trevor to have sat too long. He was the bassist for the band, having graduated with high honors from London's Royal College of Music, about five years ago. He had majored in music theory, piano and guitar and sometimes people hit him up for guidance with lessons, that kind of thing. But London, his home was far away at the moment.
Although Trevor kept himself shielded a lot of the time, an ebb of excited energy to be in a new place erupted from him, like a leaking nuclear reactor spreading radiation to the people surrounding the facility. Sometimes, it just didn't pay to show off one's prowess, but to hold one's cards close. That was Trevor's way of thinking, 'don't flaunt what ye got.'
The bus' engine idled as it parked in the spot designated for tour buses outside a grand hotel in the historic and lively French Quarter. The Bourbon Orleans hotel, was located in the heart of the French Quarter with balconies overlooking Bourbon and Orleans Streets, and just steps away from the famed St. Louis Cathedral and the best the city had to offer-from upscale shopping on Royal Street, to the local artists and performers of Jackson Square, to all of the restaurants, galleries and nightlife in between.
It was Trevor's luck. He wouldn't have to use his onyx H2 just yet for transport. It was arriving in a week's time. As Trevor gave a langourous cat-like stretch, the tattoos on his bicep seemed to move with the tick of strong muscle. All the gear was under the bus, but he didn't get out to help with it. That was the roadies' jobs. Already Mario Hargasian, their manager was lining up venues in New Orleans for them to play at.
Trevor gazed silently to Mario for a moment. "Shite mate, wots with the bus? Can't we afford to fly? Next time we need to do it. All of us." Mario just laughed, his Buddha belly shaking. "When you can stop getting ladies panties tossed at you, Trevor. Then we can fly." Which meant never. Incest consisted of a lead singer named Shane, a drummer named Nick, and a lead guitarist named Eron. Then him. But Trev came up with the lyrics to songs like magic, when the heavy metal band wasn't doing covers.
Off the bus he went, his beast finally tired of being around humans for days. It wanted to explore. So he told Mario and Shane he was going to get some air, while they checked the band into the grand hotel. Following the lighted balconies, Trevor walked. He was a East London bloke by birth, Brixton born. But Harry and Maude Radcliffe had adopted him when he was a newborn so he didn't know much about before then.
Trevor knew the mean streets well, so no place was forbidden to him. It wasn't as though he were afraid either. Power wafted off of him like a light in a tanning bed. It formed ripples like a tsunami wave. Sooner or later, supernaturals were going to know Trevor Radcliffe had arrived in New Orleans. But for now he was content to play some shoot-em-up on the street in an arcade he found to his liking.
-- Edited by TREVOR RADCLIFFE on Saturday 12th of March 2011 01:53:37 PM
The hotel was always filled with celebrities and important people on occasions, the kitten himself wasn't particularly aware of the music entourage storming in the lobby downstairs. Sipping a hot cup of black coffee, just how he liked it. He wore no shirt except for the pants and a pair of white tube socks to keep his feet warm as he walked across the floor of the small kitchen installed so that guests can make use of it in case they brought some food to heat up in the microwave or the stove for cooking on. Putting the half-empty, white mug down on the countertop, Owen thought to take a little walk outdoors as his feline was starting to bug him being indoors all day long like some caged animal. His young felis continued to wander inside it's prison cell leaving Owen no other choice.
Walking into his bedroom, opening the chestnut armoire used to store some of the clothes and the rest of his wardrobe was all stashed neatly in the top and bottom drawers of the dresser. A mirror sat above it, there was a medium-sized screen tv, but he didn't feel like watching anything at the moment. Nothing good was on to begin with, so he figured the only thing left to do was find some activities that'll suit him just fine.
Removing a gray shirt, he pulled it over his torso so that it also covered some of the drawings on his back and shoulder. The wallet, cellphone, and a set of car keys to his new volvo was sitting on the dress, can never be too careful if someone uninvited came through a window or managed to unlock his front door with a handy dandy lockpicking kit. Owen stepped out into a long hallway, his sense of smell opened to all scents.
Stopping at an elevator, pushing the bottom he waiting for a "ding" noise that sounded whenever the pulley came to a halt from the upper level. Double doors opened and the Physician feline stepped out into the lobby where people stood in line to the front desk getting themselves checked in. He paid neither of them no heed, he just want to be out of here fast. So, there he was out through the revolving doors and into the open air. His beast seemed to stop pacing soon as there was open space.
Both hands in each side pocket, Owen looked around then felt a wave like a strong wind hit him. This power was coming from somewhere, the kitten wanted some of the static this one was given off. As soon as he gotten closer, his beast stood it's ground checking signs for the smell of another leopard in this crowd. It wanted to meet him, that was what it's mission was. Never did it meet any other leopard here up until now, the young cat was a bit eccentric not knowing the stranger that graced these grounds with all these persons standing around him.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Sunday 13th of March 2011 05:03:56 PM
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Sunday 13th of March 2011 06:18:58 PM
The Bourbon Orleans was that kind of place, Trevor would later discover, where the rich and famous came while on vaca in New Orleans, but he was well into his video game at the The Game Stop. It was carnival time, and the wild man from London, England was picking off bucks in the game Deer Hunter. Leaning into the rifle, he fired off shot after shot, thoroughly enjoying himself. "Motherfucker. Take tha'!"he yelled to the machine.
Loud, drunken laughter invaded his consciousness, but it didn't distract him much. There were a variety of different aromas, some of which were undescribable. Piss, vomit, and an undernote of fairy floss (cotton candy) and funnel cake. He was on guard and so was his dark beast, for any trouble that may come in being new to another city. So far, this was the 15th city they'd been in in so many weeks, he'd forgotten how long they'd traveled to get here.
Trevor smelled something interesting, and turned his attention away from the game. It was a scent he knew, not personally, but on a metaphysical level his leopard was pacing back and forth, unsettled by the new scent. A lycan was afoot, but what kind? Without seeing, he wouldn't know until it arrived. But apparently, some of his immense energy was leaking through his shields.
He had always kept them up, especially after upsetting a Nimir Ra in Seattle. She was sure that they were a perfect match for each other, but Trevor wasn't ready to settle down, until now. Maybe. Incest did a lot of traveling, trying to promote their heavy metal band, and it wasn't easy. They'd played at some real dives.
Sniffing the air, he felt the breeze against his muscled flesh and it made goosebumps on it. Whatever it was, he sensed wasn't very strong. Non-threatening. He placed a quarter or two back in the video game machine, and began to play his game. His way. Everyone else could just fuck off, for all he cared. At least for the moment, he still had time on the game, and maybe he could get an extra life...perhaps to go with the other nine he possessed.
Milo's appearance in the Big Easy had eased the tension that had been riding Jessica since the invitation to the Ball had arrived. As concerned as she was about them being back in New Orleans, the fact that they were together soothed her more then she realized it would. Now she could truly make her way through the city and see how much had changed in the Big Easy in the years since she had first lived here.
So much had changed for her as well, she was no longer the timid kitten she had been, needing the protection of others. She had given up the need to always pretend to be human, to conceal what she was. Yes, she kept herself within her shields, often concealed feline eyes with shaded lenses, but that was courtesy, to keep others from feeling ill at ease. She had learned to be proud of what she was.
Tonight she was prowling through the city, hunting in a way for more clues to why they had been brought to the city. Letting her Inner Cat roam about her as she moved along the city streets she knew she was drawing the eyes of some, of those with a hint of sensitivity, power ebbing and flowing around her. There was a scent on the breeze that drew her, familir and yet completely unknown. Leopards? More then one? Curiousity was always a vice for the Inner Cat and she followed the trail of scent, one stronger then the other.
While the cat inside was non-threatening, it did not mean it's human counterpart wasn't exceptionally a lack of skills that the male within didn't possess. Then again, he felt he wasn't up against someone much at his level so there was no doubt the stronger supernaturals could swiftly take him down a notch or even much worse if he wasn't careful. His knowledge of this world became much clearer over the years he's been a shapeshifter. Now, this wasn't so new to him as it had been when he entered London, but now things have changed.
The sound of a gun shooting something like a target captured the kitten's attention. This dude played games other than himself? (When he has nothing else to do that is). Owen walked to the strong energy his cat felt, his curiosity got the best of him as he thought of using his wits to get as closer to his selected target which the gamer over there was being observed through brown eyes.
Since this was a game shop, he felt the urge to play something or leave the room. No sense in staying unless you're playing the role. "Mind if I join you? I am quite good at this game myself. "He waited for the bigger leopard to respond to his request to join him. Besides, there were other people around them so it was better to be reminded of his surroundings.
His smaller leopard felt another leopard, but this one was not male more like he scented female somewhere. Owen did not look around for this person, his focus was on another male leopard he felt he should meet. It was appropriate this way, then again he did feel like he was the only spotted kitty in the neighborhood when he arrived in town only to feel there were more around. He should definitely get out more often to see the world and the things that's in it. Otherwise, what good was it when his role as a human was humanly things? But, as a lycanthrope it was possible to move further to learn what there is all to see through his feline's eyes not the disguise form that his cat was shielded with.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Monday 14th of March 2011 04:33:15 PM
Trev was about to max the Deer Hunter game out, his aim true even though he didn't actually fire guns back home in London. When he fought, it was down and dirty, with his fists or claws, or a miltary knife in close quarters. That was if he was provoked which he hadn't been...yet. That extended from a few years in jail for destruction of property, and physical assault.
The one wereleopard that had been drawn to the power eking from his pores, Wani, had been quite a charmer. A beautiful Asian lotus she was. Apparently the feeling was mutual judging from the size of his hard-on that had taken hours to go down. He killed another deer, taking his mind of the woman's intoxicating scent. They would see each other again. They certainly would.
The carnival like atmosphere was observed through emerald orbs. He got a view of a human girls tits, when she flashed them over a balcony. The cops were out and about to keep the peace in the crowds that mingled. Tourists like himself. Turning himself away from the sight of the drunken girl, he caught that scent again and this time it mingled with another's.
But its source was right before him now, and Trevor turned around to face Owen before he was able to approach him closer. "Hallo." he offered in greeting to the male that he had sensed was of his kind. The other scent on the air, seemed closer as well judging from its cloying, yet pleasant aroma. Trevor shadowed over Owen. He was tall and powerfully built, tattoo flashing as he extended his arm for a handshake.
His dark beast emerged growing like a shadow as well, to investigate this new stranger and Owen's cat, who looked a little hesitant to meet Trevor's beast. There was a reassuring purr from his beast on the metaphysical level, as he rushed over to brush up against Owen's cat, nearly bowling him over. He was just a cub compared to his cat. No wonder the energy he sensed seemed so non-threatening.
"Name's Trevor Radcliffe, wot's yers?" he said in London-accented English. When Owen moved towards the video game, and asked to play the game, Trev answered back. "Sure thing mate. I got some extra lives on it though. Lemme finish up an' ye can play. "Where abouts are ye from?"he asked, leaning into the rifle, his finger on the trigger. He would wait until Owen answered him before asking the next question.
Taking a deep inhale as he squeezed the trigger, the scent of cat was strong in the arcade, between his and Owen's, who seemed to get along even though his beast was frolicking with the cub, acting like he hadn't seen another cat in a very long time, yet it had seen Wani's beast and played with hers for some time while the pair chatted. There was another scent on the wind, and he hoped that it would be drawn to his own.
Scents mingled and danced along the night air, teasing as she hunted. So rarely had she allowed the Cat within her this much freedom, not worrying about how she may appear, prowling down the city streets. Hints of an older trail were dismissed, focusing on the latest scent. It seemed this one had been following the flow of power that the first had spilled out into the city.
The sounds of the arcade started to lace into the revelry that still pervaded the city streets, the musk of testosterone almost as pugent as the scent of the leopards she followed. Her appearance in the arcade brought a curious glance or three. The majority of women in the arcade were either the rare female gamer, mothers or exasperated girlfriends; she was none of the above.
Golden gaze so empathically feline swept her surroundings, faint smile touching her lips. A simple white silk blouse was belted with golden chain about her waist, legs concealed by the sweep of a chocolate hued cotton skirt that flowed easily about her. She watched the pair from her vantage point near the door, amused by the play of the other cats. Her own Cat made a short coughing roar to get the other's attention, in case they hadn't noticed, a metaphysical sound that had some of the humans nearby shivering as if their graves had been walked on. Inner Cat prowled around the others, reaching out a teasing paw to swat at the larger of the two.
"Shite, bloody missed!" Trevor announced to Owen, whom he allowed to play up next. When the other man took over playing Deer Hunter, Trevor would watch his skill with the rifle. "Git yer elbow up, Owen." he pointed out. The curious scent he had smelled earlier had grown, and his dark beast made a soft feline growl as another presence made itself known.
Emerald gaze fell upon the woman first, and then on the metaphysical level where he was playing with Owen's beast. A third leopard joined in on the fun, a female that playfully swatted at Trevor's cat. Instantly, it dragged the cub which had its claws dug into its haunches, over to the female where it rubbed sinuously up against her. A nuzzle from the black cat ended the tender greeting.
"Hallo there. Name's Trevor Radcliffe. This here's Owen Connors." he motioned to the man playing the video game. Trevor had been leaning against the side of the game with a tattered pair of jeans, ripped in strategic places all over its surface, and a black Incest T shirt, with a picture of the band on the front. "Wots yer name, lass?" he said to the beauty with the golden eyes.
Life moved on, marched to it's own drum, and the world turned whether you wanted it to or not. That was Nula's way of thinking. Ipod in her ears she was out and about again, prowling through the stores, shops, and places to learn more about her new home. The worn sneakers carrying her to wherever she desired to go, in one shop, or to that store. A pair of black bootleg, her favorite, jeans hugged her rounded hips the hem on the backs of the legs were worn and ratty looking where they had rubbed the ground. The short hem of her soft blue tank like top showed off the belly button ring and the large lotus flower across her back. What little sleeves the top had a slit from shoulder to wrist and bellowed out and moved prettily as looked through racks or just around. Dark auburn locks were lightly curled today and held back over her ears with clips that floral filigree worked into the design.
A soft blue jewel reflected in the center of three of the flowers and matched her shirt almost exactly in color. She'd never been into makeup much, of course her father would have had a coronary if he even saw her wearing the stuff. But, once in the states she saw little use for the stuff. She'd been here, in the states, for a few days now, having just moved here and she felt she was already getting the hang of the City, or at least this part of it anyway. She'd wanted to travel away from India since she was little. And America had been one of the places she had always wanted to travel. She had a few bags in her hands and was walking through the shops once again to see what else she could find when the scent hit her. She froze in her steps and caused the man behind her to bump into her. "Oh! So sorry." She turned and smiled at him slightly embarrassed as she apologized and he went on his way.
The problem with the scent was it made her nervous slightly. Butterflies took over her stomach but she didn't show it. Nula was a pitiful excuse for a cub. She didn't know how to block her power from others, or greet another of her kind, nothing. So, for her to end up around the at least two different scents, nope there was a third, she could make out from two stores away from the arcade was enough to make her blink. Her nose worked and she sniffed a little bit, probably looking odd to people around her, she didn't really care. Her nose then wrinkled and she wiggled it before her feet set into motion. She stopped outside the place and peeked inside, looked up at the name and peeked inside again. Curious as she was she wanted a closer look, but she didn't dare enter. She just danced around the entrance to the arcade and peeked inside. Since she'd never really been around another leopard, much less were anything she wasn't sure what she was smelling exactly. But it peeked her inner kittens interest! She just wanted to see if what she was smelling was right or if she had gone completely haywire.
She must have been a sight for sure, that little sexy, stocky built body peeking into the arcade like a kid looking in a candy store window. She was a sprite of a woman at 5 feet 1 inches in height and her body build was thick, but she still kept in shape and tried to look her best, well most of the time. She easily got lost in the crowd so she used that to her advantage at times when she just wanted to blend in and feel at least halfway human. But, there were times, like now, when her inner kitten took over and the curiosity got to much for her to bare that she would have to see what something new was. Like now. What she was hoping would be that she could figure out who or what the smells were and then she could figure out what to do after that. Her own inner kitten though was pacing and making the most pitiful of sounds wanting to go inside. And she tried for a moment to barter with it before rolling her eyes and giving up. She figured this was going to be another of those cases where she was going to end up with a terrible headache before this was over with.
How long had it been since she had played with other leopards? Rats and wolves yes, but other leopards? It had been too long. Lashes dipped over the woman's eyes, focusing a moment on the play of the Cats, her own spotted beast accepting the sinous caress of the dark beast, tipping her head to nip playfully at the ear of the smaller cat.
Metaphysical greetings aside, Jessica's eyes opened fully again, crossing the distance to the pair. "Jessica McFarland." Her lips twitched with amusement at the 'lass', leaning closer to brush her cheek across Trevor's in a welcoming caress. She didn't want to disrupt Owen at his game so simply lifted a hand to lightly brush along his back.
"Are you boys visiting New Orleans or staying?" That was the question of course, and honestly one she didn't have an answer for herself.
He felt the strong power of the other leopard, compared to his cub this one was experienced so he knew to be on his best behavior literally. Owen's own smaller cat brushed the larger leopard's chin and up across his left jaw, his ears twitched in appreciation to the affection of the dark feline. Well met, as if his kitten spoke within it's mind. The smaller kit was eccentric meeting another like him, being around so many wolves and a few vampires to being surrounded by rats and tigers can almost make it somewhat lethargic for someone who should be reminded it is possible he did have others like him in corners where he just probably haven't look hard enough. "I'm Owen, Dr. Owen Connors. "He shook the man's hand in the way two men greeted one another in a human way of doing so that is. As a leopard they greeted the way leopard's meet, both ways in two worlds. Owen's brown orbs continued watching Trevor shoot the poor deers, speaking of deers his feline definitely was imaging sinking his sharp teeth down on a few of deer meat. The male growled, his tongue sweeping across his maw as if it didn't want to pretend instead it wanted the real thing.
Shifting his slim, athletic frame, his lower back and buttocks leaned against the side of the machine waiting for Trevor to finish up so he can have a turn. His arms criss-crossed one another, black watch sat upon the right of his wrist showing the Oriole's baseball team logo and his dark hair was groomed, giving off a clean-shaven appearance which he gave off an innocence about him. As elegant he appeared, there was also intellect and thirst for knowledge than looking to start something with someone.
As Trevor finished, he took the rifle and placed his fingers where the trigger was pressing the button to start. "Thanks man. Oh, and I'm from Elk Gardens, West Virginia. A small town. Born and grew there all my life. "He smiled some, looked at him then started shooting the deer that tried to run from the hunter who was invisible in the background. You was the hunter, but if he play this game too long his cat was really going to start looking for deer for real if he had something to say about it.
Upon hearing a roar, his own small cat roared back then felt a prick of claws from behind causing the male cub to go run forward swiftly to meet up with the new leopard. A female this time. He wasn't new at meeting his own kind, in fact the cub certainly has learned quite a lot over the years. It's been three whole years since he's been a leopard so it would seem he was pretty much growing up from the looks of it. Still, he has more to go.
The feeling was quite mutual in fact. He felt his back rubbed, it sort of eased not only him but his kitten as well. His leopard's thoughts turned from hunting to calmness. He then groaned, Trevor was better at this than he was. Shooting a gun wasn't much his gig anyway. So, he turned to the new leopardess with a warm smile curling that cunning face of his. "I'm starting to like it. "At first, he didn't until he spent enough time exploring it and the people that filled the place with some action.
Jessica approached him in proper greeting, and he took her hand as he leaned down to brush his cheek against her own, his nose nestled in the space behind her right ear to inhale her unique scent. His massive beast swatted at her spotted cat, playing around, and was currently sitting on Owen's cub, pinning the smaller beast to the ground.
"I hail from London, originally, love. But I'm the bassist fer me band, Incest. We just arrived here from Seattle. A long arsed ride by tour bus. We're stayin' at the Bourbon Orleans," he said, hoping he made sense to the woman. Poor Owen seemed to be having a helluva time shooting the deer on the video screen, and Trevor commented to the young man, "Close one of yer eyes when ye aim."
Suddenly his shadowy beast's ears perked to attention. Something or someone was outside and Trevor picked up on the aroma of yet another who hadn't made their presence known. A head kept playing peek a boo in the corner of the arcade, and the movement caught Trevor's attention. He told Jessica, "'Scuse me fer a moment," and moved towards Anula, his beast shaking free of the kitty pile.
"Are ye lost, lass?" he voiced tenderly to the sneaker clad younger woman. She was a tiny little thing, and a bit shy at best. "Name's Trevor Radcliffe. Wots yers?" He stepped back, allowing her to join the others at play. Her mewling beast was nuzzled by his bigger cat. Trev seemed pleased as punch that he'd found so many wereleopards in one place. Placing his shields completely up, he rejoined Jessica and Owen in the arcade, leaving Anula to choose whether she wanted to leave or follow him.
Oh! Oh! A new leopard joined the frey didn't she? Owen had already stopped playing the game. He didn't spend too much time on them unless boredom settled in. He looked up at the new face not sure he's met this girl except when the larger leopard on the metaphysical plane had been pinned by the male no sooner was he released.
His adolescent leopard ran like a bullet, greeting the female so that if she wanted she can stay or join them. Could use another cub, though, he wasn't exactly complaining about all the power thrown around in here. It was like a kid standing in a giant mall with two adults, except there was another kid across the aisle asking to play with me. The male liked to play when he wasn't looking to flirt with some females, casanova feline he was in disguise. His beige coat reflected in the light above the game shop. Maw parted a little then lowered his form, crossing his massive paws while watching the others interact. "Hello."He greeted in a deep, nonchalant tone.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Tuesday 15th of March 2011 04:05:24 PM
She danced around the entrance for a few minute and then she saw someone heading her way. Eeep! She'd been spotted. Her golden brown eyes watched him as he approached and asked if she was lost. "No, I think I'm right where I should be." A bright smile lifted her lips as she looked up at him slightly. She hadn't thought about one of them coming to her, she'd merely been curious. But, now that he was here before her maybe she should at least introduce herself. "I'm Anula Dravid, feel free to call me Nula, though." Her eyes widened slightly as his beast nuzzled hers and her inner kitten purred and nuzzled back seeming more content than it ever had been.
She moved forward into towards the group and gave them all a smile. "Hi." Her hand lifted and she offered a little wave as she looked at the other two. Her leopard was greeted by Owen's and she couldn't help but grin excitedly as her kitten took a playful swat at Owen's. Meeting three other leopards in her first couple of days had her wondering why she hadn't ran into another in India. Maybe there just wasn't many there. But, she was just happy to find others like herself. Only thing now though, she had no idea what to do next.
Trevor's sharp vision could not miss the little leopardess poking her head inside the arcade, and on another dimension, neither could his dark beast. He offered her his hand as the shy girl introduced herself. She looked Paki, or Pakistani, like some of the immigrants to his native London, but her accent reeked of India. Still it was a pleasure to meet another of his kind.
Owen's beast, freed up from being sat upon by his own, and pinned down seemed enthusiastic in its play with another cub. Trevor smiled, and with a slight tug, encouraged Anula, or Nula as she wished to be called, to join the others gathered in the arcade. There was a small circle of them now. Trevor seemed content in knowing that there were others like himself in the city.
Releasing her hand, he introduced Anula to the others. "This is Jessica, an' Owen. Jess an' Owen, meet Nula. Next thing you know, the black leopard pounced on Jessica's. All in fun. Trevor paused to straighten out the sights on the rifle so Owen would have a better chance of hitting the target next time he tried. "So where are ye from, Jessica and Nula?" And in case Nula didn't get his name the first time, he gave it again. "I'm from London, England," he said with his East End accent.
You see, he and guns never mixes so you could be sure he wasn't going to put himself in front of something he was inexperienced with, regardless if it was just a game. Now, if you gave him a nice bow and arrow he'd let that bad boy fly. Call him the next Robin Hood except he didn't steal from the rich since he was already drowned in wealth what with his current job position.
He leaned against the game machine, until two young boys, both eight and ten requested of Owen to be allowed to play the game. "Um, sure. Play all you like. "He stood straight, then joined the pile of young and older leopards. His own cub was trying for sneak and attack mode. Lowering his chest to the ground, haunches a little upward then attempted to pounce Nula's kitten as if the cub was practicing real hunting. Kitten playtime meant lots of fun getting to know who was who and what. As for the host himself, Owen spoke to Jessica and Nula. "Likewise, Elk Garden, West Virginia myself. "He followed as Trevor replied to his origin, as for Owen he was American and proud of being one. His tone showed he wasn't ashamed.
Owen wore a long sleeved, black shirt made of fifty percent cotton, and on the front and back showed both sides of Marvin the Martian from Looney Toons. Always liked aliens, he used to tell his father that he was going to be abducted by one when he was ten and that settled his love for the green character. He collects Marvin and most of his other favorite things were stashed in his hotel room full of knick-knacks. A pair of dark blue jeans covered slender legs, on his feet was brown hiking boots, he chose to wear them instead of his black or white Air Nikeys today.
Turning to look around finding that one leopard who he met awhile back was missing. "Hmm..we're..missing someone. There is another. I am not so sure if you met her yet. "Aww. What the heck? Most of them was here, now if only there was a group? Not that he worried of a pard too soon. It would be nice though, but he can keep dreaming or just imagine such thing. Who knows? Like that Mcdonalds commercial "It can happen" and it probably might.
-- Edited by OWEN CONNORS on Wednesday 16th of March 2011 06:01:09 PM
She had noticed the timid little cat by the door but simply allowed her to watch while she got more comfortable with the males. Trevor's greeting was welcomed, letting him savor the patchuili and spring rain that was her scent as he nuzzled close. Owen's back was petted gently as he continued with the game, giving Trevor a nod when he went over to coax the near kitten into their company.
She laughed as she 'watched' Owen's leopard race over to the kitten, lashes dipping as she focused on that other place, watching the younger cats romp together. Standing in the midst of the arcade she felt something she hadn't felt in years, simply basking in the presence of the other cats. Her smile was warm when Trevor brought the girl over, nodding her head to them, feline eyes gleaming bright gold in the flickering lights of the arcade games. Long ago she'd spent too much time on four legs instead of two and it marked her eyes forever, leaving her Other Self always peering out from behind those golden hues. "A pleasure to meet you Nula. Welcome to New Orleans."
The spotted cat allowed the dark to pounce her, but only to twist beneath him, a playful raking of paws, no claws of course this was just play!, along his belly before she slipped away from beneath him. She stalked around the pair of younger cats, peeking back over her shoulder at the dark before flicking her tail at him in a tease. Hah! Teach him to pounce!
"Originally I'm from Brooklyn, New York," Yes, there was definitely a New York accent there but it had been softened, a bit more refined then what those idiots on Jersey Shore sounded like. "I've lived here and there though. Back in New Orleans, at least for the moment." She moved laced her arm through Owen's when he ceded the game to the young boys, guiding him closer to the other pair. She leaned in to brush her cheek softly against Nula's, a soft purr rumbling in her throat as she greeted the petite girl. "Why don't we find somewhere comfortable to sit and get to know each other? A cafe or the hotel lounge maybe?"
-- Edited by JESSICA MCFARLAND on Wednesday 16th of March 2011 10:22:24 PM
Trevor also basked in the presence of the others, it had been some time since he wasn't surrounded by just humans, but those of his own kind. It was a wonderful feeling too. Occasionally while on stage playing the bass guitar for his band, he'd feel a twinge of something. Probably another lycan, but it was never a wereleopard. Until now. What were the odds of meeting three she-leopards and one male all in one night?
Trevor broke out into an ivoried smile, as Jessica explained she was from New York. "I should'a picked up on yer accent, love. Tis very distinguished." he chuckled softly. He was serious, not teasing her or anything. A crowd of ankle biters out past their bedtimes rushed Owen at the Deer Hunter game, taking over when the were said they could play on the machine. He looked over Owen's clothing, and asked, "So what do ye do fer a livin' then?" The question meant for all of them.
Then Jessica came up with a fine idea. "Ye know there's a little cafe by the place I'm staying at, the Bourbon Orleans. We can have a meal together, and a chat." Trevor was all for getting to know the others more. Especially the new kitten, Nula. She was extremely shy, except on a metaphysical level. And Jessica's cat found herself chased by the dark beast, even though she had gotten the better of him, being smaller. As they walked out of the arcade, and into the streets were there was still a few revelers straggling along, he repeated Jessica's words. "Fer now? Are ye plannin' on leavin' love?"
