09-01-2013, 07:24 PM
It's been one year nearly to the day since Ingrid Kim's last pack dissolved somewhere on the east coast, and in that time she has never settled in one place for long. Even these last few months she hasn't been within the city of Denver, not for longer than a week, maybe a week and a half at a time. Then she would disappear for days and days, only to reappear as though she had never left.
Then the terrible events in 1999 Broadway happened.
Ingrid does what she can to follow through on her promise to the sept, that she would do whatever it took to make amends for her part in it. She has a hotel room set up for her downtown - and she has actually been using it these past few weeks, returning to it to clean up and rest after patrolling and scouting as needed by the sept of the Cold Crescent. But, finally, she comes to the decision that it's time to end her wandering days. It's time to sink her claws in to Denver's soil and make a stand.
It's time to throw her lot in with other wolves, to try and belong even though she will always be strange. She will always be weird. She will always exist on the outside.
So, arrangements. Calls are made to the sept in New York. Ingrid has accounts that need looking after because let's be honest, the young wolf cannot be bothered with such things. She has few requirements. Must be of the tribe. Must an excellent reputation for the work needed. Must have trustworthy references. And one other thing. Someone is found. They'll be along soon.
Labor Day comes and goes. Tuesday, Benedict Starek gets off a plane into DIA. He rides the underground trains. He gets in the car that has been provided for him. He is sent to the Ritz-Carlton downtown. Even if he hadn't been given her description, he would know who he had been sent to see. She is sitting at a table near one of the wide windows overlooking the city, dressed in a dark plum, sleeveless dress, and she is beautiful. She stands out because of this, and she stands out because of something inherently primal about her, and she stands out because he recognizes a Garou when he sees one.
Ingrid looks up when she notices someone walking toward her. Ben is tall and slim, dressed in a well-tailored charcoal grey suit, his chocolate brown hair perfectly styled, his expressive face breaking out into a smile as he nears. Holds out his hand to her. Takes a seat across from her. They make small talk over appetizers, a thing that Ingrid is making herself be better at tonight. This man is going to be working for her and with her. They talk business over the main course. He is going to be overseeing her not-inconsiderable estate. He will hopefully be expanding it so that she will have something to leave her parents on that inevitable day when she doesn't return from battle.
Ben is polite and charismatic, open about his business experience and closed about a private life Ingrid barely taps at because she doesn't care. In short, he is exactly what she hoped to find. A Kinfolk who will stay out of trouble and in general leave her alone unless it's absolutely necessary.
Perfect.
Then the terrible events in 1999 Broadway happened.
Ingrid does what she can to follow through on her promise to the sept, that she would do whatever it took to make amends for her part in it. She has a hotel room set up for her downtown - and she has actually been using it these past few weeks, returning to it to clean up and rest after patrolling and scouting as needed by the sept of the Cold Crescent. But, finally, she comes to the decision that it's time to end her wandering days. It's time to sink her claws in to Denver's soil and make a stand.
It's time to throw her lot in with other wolves, to try and belong even though she will always be strange. She will always be weird. She will always exist on the outside.
So, arrangements. Calls are made to the sept in New York. Ingrid has accounts that need looking after because let's be honest, the young wolf cannot be bothered with such things. She has few requirements. Must be of the tribe. Must an excellent reputation for the work needed. Must have trustworthy references. And one other thing. Someone is found. They'll be along soon.
Labor Day comes and goes. Tuesday, Benedict Starek gets off a plane into DIA. He rides the underground trains. He gets in the car that has been provided for him. He is sent to the Ritz-Carlton downtown. Even if he hadn't been given her description, he would know who he had been sent to see. She is sitting at a table near one of the wide windows overlooking the city, dressed in a dark plum, sleeveless dress, and she is beautiful. She stands out because of this, and she stands out because of something inherently primal about her, and she stands out because he recognizes a Garou when he sees one.
Ingrid looks up when she notices someone walking toward her. Ben is tall and slim, dressed in a well-tailored charcoal grey suit, his chocolate brown hair perfectly styled, his expressive face breaking out into a smile as he nears. Holds out his hand to her. Takes a seat across from her. They make small talk over appetizers, a thing that Ingrid is making herself be better at tonight. This man is going to be working for her and with her. They talk business over the main course. He is going to be overseeing her not-inconsiderable estate. He will hopefully be expanding it so that she will have something to leave her parents on that inevitable day when she doesn't return from battle.
Ben is polite and charismatic, open about his business experience and closed about a private life Ingrid barely taps at because she doesn't care. In short, he is exactly what she hoped to find. A Kinfolk who will stay out of trouble and in general leave her alone unless it's absolutely necessary.
Perfect.