Judgement Day

Orin Takekuro · 01-16-2011, 02:14 AM

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OOC Sorry for making you guys wait! wc 874

Neither of them were as childish? Apparently the Capitano didn't know the Takekuro woman as well as he thought.

Orin wasn't her usual perky self when Shawchert came to her door. In times past she would playfully chastise him for knocking and drill it into him that he was welcome to walk inside whenever he so desired. But after the fight with Sky, Orin had locked herself in her bookstore, barricading the doors and sealing herself up from the outside world. She knew some of the pack had witnessed the fight and now her business was the talk of the town... or so she suspected. Although she loved a good story and a bit of drama, she much preferred it when it was fantasy, or at least not about her. What did the pack think? What did they have to say about it? She didn't want to know, but she couldn't keep herself from imagining. Maybe they would forget about it soon enough, but not until after Orin threw a warranted fit over the ordeal.

The small wolfess had had an astounding revelation while warring with the Katruk girl. Although she fought that day for herself and for Shawchert, she realized in that key moment that she did not love Shawchert. Well, did not love him the way Sky clearly did. And for that she despised Sky all the more, because she knew she would let her first lover go, and should he so choose she would be freeing him into the arms of this... crazy bitch. Yet still, if anyone understood that love made you do crazy things, it should be Orin. What with her obsession with books and most certainly plays, especially certain Shakespeare classics like Romeo and Juliet.

Hmm... Juliet is a pretty name...

Still, Orin was stubborn by nature. Despite her difficult youth she had grown up being handed just about anything she could ask for. Her brother would have torn out his eyes for his sister and though she knew this deep down, she did not always realize the gravity of his devotion. He bore the weight and burden while she was allowed to protect her mind from the harsh reality of their childhood in books and fantasy. She did not mean to be ungrateful, and every day she knew she had Niro to thank for her survival, but she had also grown accustomed to this catering to her own needs. She was giving to others... but if her desires were crossed, she was apt to throw a hissy over it. Every fiber of her being planned to now.

She knew Shawchert had felt the same way she did when he failed to show up at her bookstore the night of the fight... the night after their evening together. She had felt a pang of sadness and loss but it was not the devastating heartache that a denied love would have delivered. That night she had accepted reality – that she and Shawchert were not in love, were not meant to be. Her logical mind could accept that... but lets face it, her logical mind was not her dominant side.

Orin had removed the blockade from her doors by the time Shawchert had decided to summon her and Sky for their mutual punishment for the fight, and so he met with no resistance when he arrived at her bookstore. She greeted him with indifference, and merely nodded at his summons. She waited in her bookstore for a minute, steeling herself. She did not know what was worse – facing Shawchert and receiving her punishment before they could talk, or having to be anywhere within sixty feet of Sky.

I shouldn't hate her. If I had read about her I would have rooted for her. But all her rationalizing wouldn't change a thing. After all, she didn't hate Sky, she just didn't want to let anyone off the hook too soon.

After ample time passed, she slipped out of her store and headed over to the building Shawchert indicated. Sky was already there, and she could not help the electricity that jolted her heart at the sight of the woman who attacked her. It was not quite fear and it was not quite hate... but it certainly was not a burst of joy at the sight of the woman, either.

She approached the two in silence, her golden eyes scanning the building and materials before them. She glanced at Shawchert, considered ignoring Sky completely, then finally gave a simple, curt, diplomatic nod to the woman. She was about to make a comment about not turning your back if Sky had a hammer, but managed to bite that one back at least. That would probably be hazardous to her health. She stared blankly at the materials for a minute before looking at Shawchert again. The next thing she said came out brisk, deadpan, and as though there was no business more important than the question, “Did you happen to bring my shawl with you?”

Yes. The question was a reminder to the both of them of the night she and Shawchert spent together, yet it was also a question that neither of them could blame or accuse her over either.

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