Big Red Barn

The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.

The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.

Contents:
Olga
Joshua
Joey

Obvious exits:
BarnYard

Joey takes a step back, turning her head, "I... I dun' wanna hit you Joshua-rhya... s-stop..." She keeps her eyes peeled down on the ground, though she glances up quickly to see if he is about to attack her on occasion. She stumbles further back, breath deepening again.

Joshua blinks his eyes very slowly, and that scowl is at an all time depth. "Fine. I order you to hit me. As an elder."

Olga's confused look remains plastered on her face, but a bit of a gleam enters her eye at Joshua's invitation. "When in doubt, Joe," she calls out after her Cub with a small smile creeping over her face, "go for the gonads." She pulls her hands out of her pockets to let them hang loosely at her sides, legs tensing as she watches.

Joey was glancing to Olga to see what the woman thought of this, but the answer is enough for her. It leaves her thoroughly confused... "Y-you'll just hit me back then... why you doing this to me?" she mewls out pathetically as another clumsy step tries to take her back.

Joshua laughs. Hard, cold, and not very amused. "I would hit you if you didn't." He suddenly cuts the laugh, growling. He starts forward for Joey, hands still clasped behind his back. "You think I cannot take a hit from a (gutter mopper) weakling-cub? I have been beat up by the best. You couldn't hurt me if you wanted."

Natalie pulls the barn door open and steps inside, then stops, silhouetted by the daylight. She doesn't move forward, perhaps wishing to let her eyes adjust.

Olga's gaze gets a little hard as well. "Do as your Elder tells y', Joe," she instructs the girl bluntly, harshly. The creak of the barn door draws her attention, and she looks the new arrival up and down with a brisk nod. "Natalie," she greets her, before returning to the strange scene nearer the back of the barn.

Joey shakes her head, "No... I know Joshua-rhya, I c-can't hurt you..." she swallows again. The threat of being hit if she doesn't strike him though, starts to turn the scales for her. Shaking, she takes one more step back, then lets out a fearfully weak slap at the others face. No sooner is it released, that she hurries to stumble backwards, ducking and bringing her own hands up to her face as if blocking what may come next.

Joshua doesn't shift, flinch, or otherwise move to avoid the weak backhand. He instead rolls his eyes, baring his teeth. "You will hit me, and you will hit me hard, or I will beat you senseless into the floor and give you another injury to heal." He barks out, tapping his chest. "Hit me!"

"Ah yes," Nat drawls, moving over to the group with a nod for Olga. "There's a good way to encourage people to fight. Threaten them with severe bodily harm." She pitches her voice loud enough to be heard easily.

Olga stands a fair ways back from the others, watching Joey with tense eyes and a nervous finger slowly tapping against her thigh. She doesn't say a word, she just watches, very closely.

Joey is shedding silent tears at this point, and as another threat is announced, she closes her eyes and balls up a fist, bringing it down towards the others chest. There is force behind it, but it is restrained with nervous uncertainity.

Joshua makes an 'oof' like noise, but he doesn't stagger or double. With a grunt, he takes a breath. "Better. Next time I order you to hit me, I expect you to hit me. Next time I say, 'carry the bales', I expect you to carry the bales." He steps out of the way, grasping his hands behind his back again. "Unless Fat-Ripper has anymore, you can go get some lunch now."

Olga gives Joey a quick nod and jerks her head out towards the barn doors, walking off. "Come on, Joe," she invites her to follow, giving a departing nod towards the two Glass Walkers. "See you guys around, then." She picks up her bag, and holds the door open for the Cub to exit.

Natalie closes her mouth over whatever else she would say at lack of protest - indeed, silent endorsement - from Olga.

Joey wipes her arm over face, and shifts down to her homid form since they are going outside. Timid eyes glance at Natalie as she hurriedly hobbles out of the barn, still sniffling.

Joshua seems to deflate as Joey leaves, the Ahroun shaking his head slowly. "God. This is going to take forever..." He mutters, mostly to himself. He glances over at nat, adding in German, (Why the hell am I doing this?) Josh reaches up, running his hand over his head.

Natalie narrows her eyes at him, not backing up a step. "If you have something to say to me, Joshua, say it plain."

"I do not, Holds the Line." He grunts back, that scowl returning for a special appearance just for Natalie's benefit. "Otherwise I would say it to your face, and in unguarded terms. Not buried."

"And isn't that refreshing to know." She continues to eye him, glowering, for several heartbeats, then lets her eyes flick away as if he were of no consequence. The Galliard heads for the back of the barn instead, and the punching bag there.

Joshua lifts his chin, watching the Galliard as she walks over to the punching bag. "You know, if I did not know differently, I would say you did not have your legs near clean taken off in some manner of challenge. Either that, you choose not to honor the outcome of the challenge?"

Natalie gives the bag a half-hearted jab, more to announce to it that she's here and will momentarily deliver smackdown than anything, and turns back to Joshua. "You," she says clearly and succinctly, "Are an idiot. As usual, I don't know what the hell you're babbling about. What 'challenge' are you going on about?"

"The one where you wound up bloody on the ground." Josh states evenly. He doesn't even bother to debate the idiot remark. "Out in the woods. In the east. Where I made a mess out of you, and you got one of those hippies to patch you up again."

All Nat says is a flat, "Oh," before turning back to the bag once more. Still she doesn't attack it, but begins stretching her arms and back.

Joshua snorts, boot pacing for the door at a steady rate. "Well, you submitted to Light-Painter-Rhya. You know how to submit to -some- of your betters."

Natalie's voice continues to be flat, her back continues to be presented to the Ahroun. "There are two Glass Walkers of St. Claire who I submit to, Joshua. You are neither of them. You beat me in a fight. Period. When I went to offer my help after that, you claimed I was insulting you." Her arms go out for small circles, forward and back. "Seems to me you have less idea of how to submit than I do."

"How, if you would, would going to a mind doctor help me on a spirit quest, hmm?" Josh pivots on the heel of his boot, turning to face the Galliard. "I fail to see how human or Kin can put me in touch with Chimera or Owl. So I must conclude, either you are crazy, or you are playing mind games to insult me."

Natalie ignores him utterly. One last shaking out of her arms and she begins to work on the bag, dancing lightly on her feet and attacking it with her fists with slaps and punches.

"That is what I thought." Josh spits out, turning back for the door. "It is a dead issue to me. But I expect some respect, or else next time I will not bother dragging your body back to the farmhouse." The door opens and then closes. "Good Day!"

Natalie respects him all right. She respects him by giving him her back and pretending he doesn't exist. So, you know, the usual.

[End of log]