Sundays around here are never quiet. First my dad has me up half the fuckin morning scraping barnacles off the bottom of one of the boats. I could shift to Garou and rip his fuckin head off, but I can’t face my papa down. I don’t even tell my pack this. I’d never hear the end of it, likely.
Shellgame has my scrolls. On one side, it’s kinda a relief that they’re with someone trustworthy. He put them in his safe.
On the other hand it’s the scariest thing I’ve ever done. Those scrolls are my fucking HISTORY. My Story. And he’s got a hold of them.
The day was like any other. Woogie in the woods, people calling up spirits to fuck with us. Scar getting jumped by a bunch of folks, one of which said “Claudia and the Family are going to be pissed at us”
Me? I dozed. Alpha wasn’t letting me play in Reindeer games after all. It’s ok. I didn’t mind.
So when Whispers came in all grr face and ready to beat Trick down fer sitting in his seat, I knew something was up. And when after a few moments sitting there looking like he was gonna go Deathrage he jumped up and slipped through shadow, I did what any pack member would do. I followed. Best I get ta write his story, worst I pull his ass from the fire.
We end up in the Rusty Chain. My sort of place. It’s a fuckin dive. Lobstermen all over, including a table of my cousins just in from the haul. I go sit with them while Whispers goes and sits at the bar.
Now, I love whispers like a brother. But he does look like one o’ those whiny emo fucks ya see on WB. ‘Cept Whispers got reason to be all emo – he sees shit.
Anyways, this beefy jock asshole – Frank Munder, Captain of the “Lucky Bitch” – goes up to Whispers and starts giving him shit. I start makin bets with my cousins as to who would win.
Thing is, I didn’t think Whispers could win without poppin Dalu. I was so fuckin glad ta be wrong. He was brutal. Knee to the groin, fist to the gut. Then he grabbed a cold beer and starts smashin the fuckers face in with it. Frank goes down hard. Whispers starts doin the Clockwork Orange Curbstomp, except he ain’t singin. That would have been fuckin funny.
Nosy shows up then and pulls us out of there (good timing too, the cops were gonna be pissed about this one.)
So it seems that Nosy, simple, sweet nosy had gone off to track the last of the Made Man’s Silver coins. And that Iago had it in his pocket. So what does little Nosy do?
She nicks it. Right out of Iago’s pocket.
That gives us an opportunity like no other. We can free the Made Man, and get rid of that fucking puss-in-boots asshole. T-Bone, he’s got a plan. But he makes it clear, we let him take what’s comin, cause otherwise it won’t work.
Iago was not kind. He slit Made Man’s throat. He ruined T-Bone. But T-Bone wouldn’t back down. Kept forgivin Iago, which just pissed him off more. And the rest of us, in the background, chanting “No Judas” over and over. Iago, he.
He killed T-Bone.
Shellgame lost it then. Shoved those 30 silver in the damn Cat’s face. Made him realize he cheated the damn game. That he had broken the game and his ban. The lunes were in on the fucking game. They called in the City Father’s marker and had Iago destroyed.
Meantime, We’re trying to save T-bone. But he’s gone. I’d have sworn it on a stack of fuckin Bibles. Nosy and Whispers though, they did somethin’ different. They started callin the Made Man. Givin him their essence.
And damned if he don’t wake up. Even gave us back T-Bone somehow. 1 in a million chance Jacob said, ta heal T-Bone. But the fucker DOES it.
So later, we get to resting, and Shellgame decides we need ta do Honors. Whispers gets Wisdom cause of shit he did in Colorado. Important shit, and it’s a good story. But I can’t help but be thinking that the Mountain was missing it’s blizzard. I don’t even know where that came from.
Nosy gets rewarded for stealin the coin. Darlin get’s renamed Healing Heart, and is now part of the Warders (formally the Lost Causes)
And me? I’m sitting there getting more and more pissed cause I’m so jealous. It’s not a good thing ta be jealous of your own pack. But I was. I wanted my name. I wanted to prove I was fuckin useful.
Guess somebody up there heard me. Next thing I know, I’m being grabbed by Scars of Sacrifice and carried over ta Shellgame.
They noticed that I had gone after Whispers. They noticed that I’m always goin after ours when they walk off upset, or being stupid. But that’s what you do! Yer pack goes ta do the dumb shit, and you back their play.
But it was enough, Shellgame said. I kept doin’ it. I always do it. So they named me.
Watcher’s Eye. Cause I watch my pack, and keep them out of trouble.
Well, as best as one can hope ta do.
We are the Family after all.
current mood: touched