Whispering Pines - Apt #214

This apartment gives a look of high expense, not in the building itself, but its contents. The walls and ceiling are painted pure black, and the carpet matches the darkness, save for some off color fuzz, being that it's a pretty new carpet. Across from the door in the living area is a large black entertainment center consisting of a not suprisingly black 42" TV, a large fully digital stereo system with CD and tape players, AM/FM stereo, a setting for the TV, and a useless setting called 'phono'. There are various gaming systems tucked into the entertainment center as well, baring names like Dreamcast, Playstation and Playstation 2, various systems with the word 'Nintendo' upon them... 3D0, NeoGeo, and finally something called a 'colecovision'. This system is complemented nicely by a high quality Bose surround sound speaker system. Two black leather couches are on the left and right of the living area, angled at the entertainment center. A large chest rests on the ground between the couches and the entertainment center, working as a foot rest. The only sources of light are the LEDs on the stereo, the TV, and a small blacklight bulb in the fan in the center of the apartment. A door to the right of the apartment leads to Roger's bedroom(+view) and the small kitchen is visable on the right side of the apartment, almost a part of the living room. The kitchen is lit up by a hallogen lamp, resting next to the front door, pointed towards it.

Contents:
Jeremy

Obvious exits:
Whispering Pines

After Dakota has left in the early morning, Jeremy has found himself at the computer as always, typing away like crazy and pounding out numbers. He is hunched forward, eyes intent on the screen.

Once upon a morning dreary, while the goth types, weak and weary... Ah, you know the rest.

Jeremy glances over at the knocking, then darts his eyes to the monitor. After sliding out of his seat, he walks towards the doors and unbolts it, opening it up.

"Morning, Jeremy," announces the damp Walker Elder, politely waiting until the door's clear before coming in. "It's raining."

"I wouldn't know. I don't see the outside world too much." Jeremy says with a chuckle as he motions her in.

Raining it might be, but not enough that Nat's dripping. "Thought I'd take a break for a bit, drive around. Ended up here." Obviously. "How'd the rest of the meeting go last night?"

"Oh, well... you know... it pretty much ended after that point and I picked up Quentin from the park. Old Walker back in town, from my generation." Jeremy says with a grin. "He's at the local hotel. Kinda back in town to say Hi to old friends and what not. He used to be my room mate when he was a cub. He's... probably one of my best friends. Galliard, like you."

Natalie grunts low in her throat and makes her way to the couch. "Figured. Leala wants to lead, but she doesn't go beyond saying it." The rest of his news brings her head up to study him curiously. "Will he be in town long? He was planning on stopping by the house, yes?"

"I don't know if he'll be in town long. I told him about the Russian things going on and he seemed interested in perhaps helping us out. Rina always had Russian problems in one way or another." Jeremy shifts his shoulders. "He pointed that out. I kinda forgot 'bout it." Furrowing his brow, she studies her as well. "I think he'll stop by. He did last time right around the time Tony came to the Sept. I guess he couldn't stay away for long."

Natalie nods wordlessly, running fingers through her damp hair. "I'd like to meet him. I need your opinion, Jer - about Leala." She looks up at him, choosing her words carefully. "What do you think about her being Elder?"

"You are asking me this? Dude, its ten in the morning." Jeremy says with a soft breath as he studies his computer a bit, fingers sliding along the keyboard. "You are also asking me this type of question on the full moon, that's kinda unfair."

"I'm asking you this, yeah." She continues to watch him - studiously, not as if she's planning when to scream and leap. "I'd ask you on a new moon if you'd rather, only that's two weeks away and I don't have that time. I don't know anything about Leala - nothing except that she thinks simply because she's been around longer, she has some right to be Elder. According to Salem, she's done squat-all in the time she's been in St. Claire. Now. I may not be John, Roger, or even Salem, but I'm gonna do my damnedest to do my best for the tribe. So far I haven't seen or heard anything from or about Leala that says she could do it better than I could."

"Well... Leala was involved in the Sept take over and her claws found the throat of a few Spirals back when she ran with Synthesis, packing with Salem and John." Jeremy says, pulling up what appears to be a powerpoint presentation, turning the laptop around to face you. With a remote control, he flicks a button, letting the screens flip, showing a bloody and beaten Leala, along with the rest of the pack. There is John, the gallant leader. Salem with longer hair. Roger and Alicia, supporting each other. One really tall guy which is probably Francisco. "This was before the safehouse blew up." He says, clicking another picture, showing the safehouse in all its glory before it was demolished, then clicks again to show Leala in front of the Dominion proudly, holding up the paperwork that showed she bought it. "Yes, she may not be the most... vocal, of Glass Walkers here, but she is our supporter. Without her, we'd be Gnawers, practically." He states rather bluntly. "When called upon, she is there to help. She was the one who got the bugs in place at Boris's basement a few weeks ago and its why we got the new information as it is. She is useful, just subtle and doesn't wave a big stick. Its hard to when you got John, Roger and Salem leading the tribe. They are the bruisers, the big guns. With Salem stepping down, this /could/ be her time to shine and show everyone what she is capable of." He shifts his shoulders. "She is very smart and has a /lot/ of contacts and hookups. She wasn't kidding when she called herself the wallet. She is perhaps..." He trails off. "One of the richest women in the world."

Natalie quirks an eyebrow at the power point demo, but crosses her arms and watches through to the end. "...That's very nice, Jer - but what do you think about her leadership ability? It doesn't take much to be the sort of person who's available to help out. It takes more to be one who, how did Salem put it... to show initiative. Leala had a chance last night - and according to you, she didn't take it. So far I..." She cuts herself off with another head shake, her eyes never leaving the Goth. "Shut up, Nat. Sorry."

"So far you haven't done anything but yell at people and call them submissive cunts." Jeremy says, steepling his fingers slightly. "I'm going to be blunt, I don't know who the hell you are either, but, I have at least done a background check. I'm just waiting for it to show up in my email. John and Roger would have loved you, that is for sure. I think your priorities are in the right spot, you just got a problem delegating authority. You are a GlassWalker, not a Get, you don't need to put your foot down on top of people to get them to help ya out. John was good like that. He got people to help him out by making them feel usefull. He also made sure that the tribe was a family and not a dictatorship. All for one, one for all. We were brothers and sisters. Leala comes from that same line, just like I do, so does Rina. What we got here, is a mixture of new school meets old school" He tilts his head. "Do I think you'd be a good leader? You betcha. Do I think Leala would be one? Yup. So, why don't you two work together instead, eh'? The Children of Gaia has two Alphas in a Sept, why can't we? President and Vice president."

Natalie has the grace to look away at the reminder of her earlier temper. "I could say... I could say a lot of things, but none of them would change what I already said. So." The Galliard looks back, apparently utterly calm and composed. "And you're right, I'm not - I'm not used to leading. I'm trying my best, though - and I thought I was delegating. Apparently another thing Both-Feet-First needs to work on." She rises, stealing a moment to tug at her clothing before offering the Kin a faint smile. "You say we're not Get; well, we're not Gaians either. I'll... I'll think about what you've said, Jer. I'll probably talk to Megan, as well. I was going to have Leala handle this Russian thing, but the Alpha put her foot down. So."

"That would be overkill in my opinion. I can see why Megan wanted all of us to work together on it." Jeremy says as he rises upwards with a grin, reaching out to place his hands on your shoulders, giving a squeeze. "Natalie, don't bite off more than you can chew, alright? That is why Salem gave you Rina and me." He offers up a grin. "If we work together, this will be a cinch. Talk to Rina, ask for her opinion. She was John's mate. They shared a lot together, including ways to fix this city. She thinks like him. I think like Roger."

Jeremy also adds. "Megan is right. You guys need to pack together, get a totem going, at least until this Russian thing is over with." He says. "The closer you guys get, the easier it'll be to work together. That was John's first job when he got here. He brought all of us together, even I, into the pack."

Natalie tolerates the squeezing, but steps away as soon as she politely can, toward the door. "No wonder the Walkers don't reincarnate - they don't have to. I'm still going to talk to Megan, however. There are too many things I don't know about this Sept. I'd hand Eldership back to Salem in a heartbeat."

Jeremy nods his head slightly and offers up a smile. "Um... well... it was nice seeing you again Nat." He clears his throat. "I hope I didn't piss ya off or anything."

Natalie looks up from zipping up her coat. "Do you see claws?" she asks lightly. "Fangs? Blood? Hear any swearing? Then no, I'm not pissed off. Trust me, Jer, you've seen me pissed off. I didn't think you'd forget it so quickly, though." She gives a very melodramatic sigh. Woe.

".. Alright.." Jeremy trails off slightly, then glances around. "You want a coffee or something? Anything to snack on? I got donuts in the kitchen."

Natalie waves off the offer. "I'm good. Thanks, though. I have a lot of thinking to do about Leala. So far I've heard two opinions, yours and Salem's. You think she'd do a good job, Salem thinks she wouldn't. Who else might I talk to, do you think? Who else knows her well? ...This Quentin friend of yours, maybe?"

"Quentin would be good to talk to." Jeremy offers with a smile on his face, nodding. He takes out his phone, aims it at you, then presses a button. Ping *beep* "There you go, yeh' got his cell number now. Feel free to give him a buzz."

Natalie snorts, drily amused. "Geek. Well, I'm heading back to the house - even if the rain hasn't let up, I can still do some work. I'll catch you later, Jeremy."

Jeremy nods his head and lifts a hand to wave, then settles back into his laptop, getting a bit comfy as he taps his fingers along the keys again. "See ya Nat."

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