Heritage

'Linda' was seen more and more around the shelter, maybe once or twice a week, and she always had a friendly word for Father Jim and Sister Claire, who's gumbo was just as good as Nightrival said it was. Sometimes she even helped with the food service; thankfully she was a lot cleaner than most of the other homeless who came in night after cold winter night, so no one complained. Sometimes Nightrival would show up and they would head out the back exit; everyone assumed she was giving him tips, things she heard on the street. And when he didn't show, she would smile, push the hair out of her eyes, wash up and grab an apron... Grim was hoping he would show tonight; she'd been itching for a fight all day, ever since 11 o' clock that morning when some suit had told her to 'get a job or go home'. She had a snowball firmly packed and ready to fly before you could say 'misdemeanor', but she let it fall to the ground, determined to imagine his fat stupid face on the head of every thug she trounced tonight. As she sat at the crowded table contemplating her tray of 'turkey loaf', she steepled her fingers in mock villainy. Tonight, vengeance...will be mine!

Grim is staring intently at the stomach of the unsuspecting goon hovering right in front of her, and it is such a tempting target, but she doesn't want to do anything impulsive...until she hears a quick rapid motion, surprisingly close by, that could be her mentor going in for the kill. Or is it? Ah, to heck with it, that's good enough for me. The camouflaged heroine smiles to herself, flexes her clawed fingers, and launches into an extremely cheap shot aimed at the thug's midsection. Yep, I'm a bad girl.

Grim is staring intently at the stomach of the unsuspecting goon hovering right in front of her, and it is such a tempting target, but she doesn't want to do anything impulsive...until she hears a quick rapid motion, surprisingly close by, that could be her mentor going in for the kill. Or is it? Ah, to heck with it, that's good enough for me. The camouflaged heroine smiles to herself, flexes her clawed fingers, and launches into an extremely cheap shot aimed at the thug's midsection. Yep, I'm a bad girl.

Grim is staring intently at the stomach of the unsuspecting goon hovering right in front of her, and it is such a tempting target, but she doesn't want to do anything impulsive...until she hears a quick rapid motion, surprisingly close by, that could be her mentor going in for the kill. Or is it? Ah, to heck with it, that's good enough for me. The camouflaged heroine smiles to herself, flexes her clawed fingers, and launches into an extremely cheap shot aimed at the thug's midsection. Yep, I'm a bad girl.

Seeing as there was no response from our soon-to-be GM, I'm going to start the IC thread for this myself tonight.

Seeing as there was no response from our soon-to-be GM, I'm going to start the IC thread for this myself tonight.

Seeing as there was no response from our soon-to-be GM, I'm going to start the IC thread for this myself tonight.

Lynn's family went to a Conservative temple, even after the family was forced to move to the trailer park when things got rough, but they were not insanely devout; there weren't any milk safe plates in the kitchen area, and they didn't say the Birkat Hamazon after every meal, only on holidays. Once they were in Tilton Terrace, her mom never bothered to find a new kosher butcher, so they just stuck to the basics (no pork, no shellfish, etc) unless it was Passover or they were visiting relatives. So the Parkers' dinner met her not-so-rigorous kosher standards, which was a huge relief; however, the Catholic grace was a bit awkward, so she just bowed her head and nodded at the end. "This looks fanatastic, Mrs. Parker; we really appreciate the hospitality, and all the trouble you went to preparing this." Lynn then proceeds to fill her plate, her hunger somewhat overridding her normal good manners; the taste and smell of this meal she would treasure for years.

Lynn's family went to a Conservative temple, even after the family was forced to move to the trailer park when things got rough, but they were not insanely devout; there weren't any milk safe plates in the kitchen area, and they didn't say the Birkat Hamazon after every meal, only on holidays. Once they were in Tilton Terrace, her mom never bothered to find a new kosher butcher, so they just stuck to the basics (no pork, no shellfish, etc) unless it was Passover or they were visiting relatives. So the Parkers' dinner met her not-so-rigorous kosher standards, which was a huge relief; however, the Catholic grace was a bit awkward, so she just bowed her head and nodded at the end. "This looks fanatastic, Mrs. Parker; we really appreciate the hospitality, and all the trouble you went to preparing this." Lynn then proceeds to fill her plate, her hunger somewhat overridding her normal good manners; the taste and smell of this meal she would treasure for years.

Lynn's family went to a Conservative temple, even after the family was forced to move to the trailer park when things got rough, but they were not insanely devout; there weren't any milk safe plates in the kitchen area, and they didn't say the Birkat Hamazon after every meal, only on holidays. Once they were in Tilton Terrace, her mom never bothered to find a new kosher butcher, so they just stuck to the basics (no pork, no shellfish, etc) unless it was Passover or they were visiting relatives. So the Parkers' dinner met her not-so-rigorous kosher standards, which was a huge relief; however, the Catholic grace was a bit awkward, so she just bowed her head and nodded at the end. "This looks fanatastic, Mrs. Parker; we really appreciate the hospitality, and all the trouble you went to preparing this." Lynn then proceeds to fill her plate, her hunger somewhat overridding her normal good manners; the taste and smell of this meal she would treasure for years.

I'll post here tomorrow, hopefully early.

I'll post here tomorrow, hopefully early.

I'll post here tomorrow, hopefully early.

Lynn gratefully accepts the hand up, and offers Ren an encouraging smile when he comes in, but then she frowns slightly when she remembers something: when was the last time she had dinner at a Gentile's house? Dear God, let this meal be at least remotely kosher so that I won't offend my wonderful hosts, who have been nothing but nice and gave me beer.

Lynn gratefully accepts the hand up, and offers Ren an encouraging smile when he comes in, but then she frowns slightly when she remembers something: when was the last time she had dinner at a Gentile's house? Dear God, let this meal be at least remotely kosher so that I won't offend my wonderful hosts, who have been nothing but nice and gave me beer.

Lynn gratefully accepts the hand up, and offers Ren an encouraging smile when he comes in, but then she frowns slightly when she remembers something: when was the last time she had dinner at a Gentile's house? Dear God, let this meal be at least remotely kosher so that I won't offend my wonderful hosts, who have been nothing but nice and gave me beer.

That's cool; he moved in a very sneaky fashion, so it makes sense she doesn't know where he is anyway.

That's cool; he moved in a very sneaky fashion, so it makes sense she doesn't know where he is anyway.

That's cool; he moved in a very sneaky fashion, so it makes sense she doesn't know where he is anyway.

Holly effin' crap! Thanks for the thug minis, they really help set the scene; also, love the special semi-transparent Grim mini By the way, does Grim even know where Nightrival is? Between her sensory powers, her crappy Notice roll and NR's fairly decent Stealth roll, I don't honestly know.

Holly effin' crap! Thanks for the thug minis, they really help set the scene; also, love the special semi-transparent Grim mini By the way, does Grim even know where Nightrival is? Between her sensory powers, her crappy Notice roll and NR's fairly decent Stealth roll, I don't honestly know.

Holly effin' crap! Thanks for the thug minis, they really help set the scene; also, love the special semi-transparent Grim mini By the way, does Grim even know where Nightrival is? Between her sensory powers, her crappy Notice roll and NR's fairly decent Stealth roll, I don't honestly know.

Left to her own devices with Mr. Parker, Lynn continues to work on her beer and munch on cheese and crackers; the combined effect of the alcohol, the food and Ren's recent displays of affection is heady indeed, and the young super feels all warm inside. She looks at her host and offers him a sleepy smile. "Believe it or not, this is by far the best day I've had in a long time; wouldn't have thought so when I got up this morning, but, there you go." She gazes towards the door and cocks her head slightly as she listens in on Sean and Ren's brief exchange, and finally sighs. That's a relief. Lying back on the couch and looking up at the ceiling, Lynn speaks as much to herself as to Sean's father. "This is the best time; y'know, when you first feel it in your stomach?" She closes her eyes and holds her beer propped up on her belly. "I wish it could be this way forever." Her eyes slowly open, and there's a touch of worry to her voice. "I hope it does."

Left to her own devices with Mr. Parker, Lynn continues to work on her beer and munch on cheese and crackers; the combined effect of the alcohol, the food and Ren's recent displays of affection is heady indeed, and the young super feels all warm inside. She looks at her host and offers him a sleepy smile. "Believe it or not, this is by far the best day I've had in a long time; wouldn't have thought so when I got up this morning, but, there you go." She gazes towards the door and cocks her head slightly as she listens in on Sean and Ren's brief exchange, and finally sighs. That's a relief. Lying back on the couch and looking up at the ceiling, Lynn speaks as much to herself as to Sean's father. "This is the best time; y'know, when you first feel it in your stomach?" She closes her eyes and holds her beer propped up on her belly. "I wish it could be this way forever." Her eyes slowly open, and there's a touch of worry to her voice. "I hope it does."

Left to her own devices with Mr. Parker, Lynn continues to work on her beer and munch on cheese and crackers; the combined effect of the alcohol, the food and Ren's recent displays of affection is heady indeed, and the young super feels all warm inside. She looks at her host and offers him a sleepy smile. "Believe it or not, this is by far the best day I've had in a long time; wouldn't have thought so when I got up this morning, but, there you go." She gazes towards the door and cocks her head slightly as she listens in on Sean and Ren's brief exchange, and finally sighs. That's a relief. Lying back on the couch and looking up at the ceiling, Lynn speaks as much to herself as to Sean's father. "This is the best time; y'know, when you first feel it in your stomach?" She closes her eyes and holds her beer propped up on her belly. "I wish it could be this way forever." Her eyes slowly open, and there's a touch of worry to her voice. "I hope it does."