A matter of history (Trish/open)

[kitsuneflare88]

Jenna peaked about the corners of a nearby alley way she had ended up stumbling into new York. She had a good idea where she was in the states, she had at least finished Geography in school before her spectacular dissappearance all those years ago.

If someone were too look they would see a red furred dog, it might be a huskey, or some sort of big hybrid if they were to look. Not unusual except for it was carrying a small rolled up bundle of clothing, mouth wash, and a brush.

Jenna was glad she had the small survival bundle as she liked to refer to it she padded over to a trash can and dropped the bundle behind it before she paused.

After a strange few seconds a young red headed girl around 18 years of age appeared where the dog had been standing just a second ago. She Leaned down and grabbed the bundle, it was an old tattered shirt and knee length dress equally as tattered and dirty in appearance.

She slid the clothing on and then grabbed the mouth wash and rinsed her mouth out. She considered mouth was a dream come true, especially when you tried to be a vegetarian but sometimes animal instincts kick in and you have to struggle just to stay your self. Things like the occasional chicken, bones, and trash if your desperate, it was always a good idea to have something to get rid of the taste. Though some tastes never leave your mouth when you want them.

She gargled the liquid and spit it out, Then brushed at her hair a few times to clean out some of the dirt and grime she'd accumulated while trying to avoid the feral dog packs and other things around the city.

She looked down at her clothing and sighed it was getting frayed and such again. "Damn, i might have to find some new clothing." she said to herself as she began creeping down the alleyway.

She eventually joined the street of people who ignored the young girl who appeared in their midst, she looked about somewhat fascinated by new york. She'd heard stories but never imagined the sheer size, it was going to be hard to find a costume shop, or a lift up with the sheer sky scrapers and other things around her.

She wandered the streets for about half an hour or so before she decided she would need to find something to wear. She was starting to get funny looks from people and comments about vagrancy and common decency. She looked down she had to admit she looked like a bum or hobo. Which in civilized society she probably was, She eventually found a closed clothing shop that appeared at first glance to be long out of business and collecting dust.

"Damn it i hate doing this." she thought as she snuck off to a corner, "ohh well they might not miss one dress." she thought to herself aloud, 'i should at least leave an I owe you' she added mentally. She transformed into a small red rat, and climbed the building wall. She easily fit through a high up cracked window then turned human and landed silently on the creaking floorboards.

It was dusty, long abandoned and old. "Well thankfully they haven't cleared everything out." She thought with a slight grin. She knew about some zombie infection not to long ago, but hadn't paid much attention to it because what business was it to a wolf pack high in the mountains. Granted the fact you didn't bite them was a key point, unless you wanted to get really really sick.

She began looking about for clothing unaware as it was that she had left her old clothing out in the middle of the alley. If there was one thing she sometimes forgot it was that despite the fact SHE could change into any animal she wanted her clothing didn't unless it was skin tight.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Being on sick leave and all, she wasn't supposed to be around and about out on the streets but quite frankly....she didn't give a shit. The job didn't rest, crime didn't rest, and more importantly unsolved crimes didn't magically solve themselves. Laying in bed trying to recover was an EXTREMELY boring thing to do since she was one hell of a work-a-holic who actually enjoyed her job quite a bit. So much that she was always trying to find innovative ways to help others and try not to let a cold case remain unsolved. Such as the one she stumbled across while `dropping on by to pick up her wallet for the tenth time`. Having a concussion meant some really good legitimate excuses, especially with one as bad as hers! Anyway, the file was about a runaway who had been missing for years.

In a nutshell, she came from some rich military family obviously linked to the government....all the metal infused woman wanted was a little solace about it all. Even though she always wore a bit of a poker face, she had a big ol' heart under all that iron. That case was one of the many unsolved that provoked questions such as what happened to her, did she run away or was she kidnapped for money? Or worse....did someone kill the girl and there was a body out there waiting to be found for a proper burial. Having to have deal with a lot of those sorts of scenarios...sometimes she followed through with missing persons cases even when the body was found to offer a proper burial and some closure to the families. It was tough, heavy stuff...but it was better than leaving people in the dark about their loved ones. Walking along in a pair of tattered blue jeans with some oil stains on em' as well as a junky work shirt she didn't use much at all which had a happy face on it saying `HAVE A NICE DAY` above it then `NOW BACK OFF` below the happy face.

Shoving her hands in her pockets, she had her hair in a pony tail and upon her head was similar to that of a simple patrol cap that the military wore and heavily inspired civilian fashion...but all black and with a pin that said `This IS my good mood face.` on the side. Trisha...really wished she could remember more about the shirt and pin....that concussion really messed with her memory and some people became familiar blurs, others stopped existing every now and then according to her co-workers and friends. Oh well...at least she wasn't dead! Walking along with her leather biker boots taping along on the pavement...she plucked out a picture and looked at the only picture they had on file...then looked up with a dull look upon her face. Where oh where to find her....glancing up a bit while quietly pondering on where she could check.....first....? Was....that an older version of the girl....? Slowly quirking a brow while walking along...it looked like she was dressed up in rags....poor thing...her heart strings tugged a little and her `OFFER SOME HELP!` nerves were struck.

Though she looked as stoic as ever while all this went on in her head. In a way, the officer dressed more like a civilian kinda looked like a mummy with the way she had lots of bandages around her arms. YET people really didn't pay much mind since there were so many crazy fashions these days. Shoving the picture back deep into her pocket, slightly narrowing her silvery optics a bit...as discretely as she could...the off-duty officer tread carefully trying not to make much sound and proceeded to follow after the orange haired girl who....proceeded to turn into a little red rodent....? The hell....a metahuman....? Keeping a safe distance...she really hoped this girl wasn't hostile...but if she was...bah whatever! It could be handled...she may be concussed but her abilities got stronger after dealing with the thing that apparently did a number on her without somehow cutting her.

Pretty weird that her luck saved her from bad monster cuts but gave her fuzzy memories! Hell...she couldn't remember her Gotham trip much aside from...well seeing Deadlock....and...lots of ass kicking with some survivors she couldn't quite recall. Bah oh well...her partners told her it was probably best to forget the Gotham clean up mission anyway or just worry about remembering it later. GAH! ANYWAY SHE HAD IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO! The little sock puppet rendition of herself in the depths of her brain shook its head and pointed toward a cardboard building. In reality though, she looked toward the abandoned building the red rodent managed to crawl into. Looked like some kind of clothing store or something.

Carefully, she pressed her palm against the frame and felt like it was....done for or just worthless. As if all it could do was stay there and protect the contents remaining until they, the frame were breaking down. Lightly patting the window like some kind of metal whisperer, she persuaded it to feel like it should get the hell over doing nothing for years and help her out. On its very own, the window quietly opened up enough for the metal cop to crawl on in before closing itself in a discrete fashion. Doing her best to remain quiet, she glanced from left to right and....then she saw the girl completely naked before her eyes. Bah.....it was time to mess up her NINJA cover.

"I hear clothes are great this time of year. Why don't you put some on before some pig busts you for public indecency or some shit like that without even listening to your excuse?" Ah, those fact of the matterish words passed her lips as she grabbed a nearby dress and handed it on over keeping focus on her face. It was really rude to stare at naked people's junk so she didn't do such a thing, plus she was a professional. " Here ya go, the NYPD pigs tend to be a real bunch of assholes about this sort of thing, so try thinking a bit more before streaking." Bluntly saying those words, she held the dress out waiting for her to take it.

[kitsuneflare88]

Jenna blinked as she looked around to see a person standing in the dusty shop with her. She was surprised how the heck had she gotten in. She looked up to see the window still closed, she gave a slight sniff, the woman smelled odd.

She shrugged and stepped out, she wasn't naked she was wearing skin tight clothing, very similar to a bike outfit or track suit. She took the dress handed to her and threw it over her head sliding into it.

"Th...Th....Thank you..." She said in a very hoarse and shy whisper. It was partly nerves and also she was unused to talking after she had spent so long in the wilderness with nobody to really talk to. She had animal friends whom she would talk to but they often used body language as a means of communication rather than actual vocal cords.

Although she was used to sometimes talking to herself when she was in human form. But this was different so all her uncertainties and about how to talk to people were causing her to stumble over words, and stuff when talking to a normal human being.

She was standing there rooted to the spot part of her wanted to change and bolt out of the shop. However at the same point terror was rooting her to the spot, was it the animal or was it the human, was it both? She tried to keep her self calm. Normally she would act like a heroic lovable stray, to earn food, or maybe if she was lucky some other things. This, this was different she had been cornered and she was unsure weather or not she was going to fight or bolt.

Some of the body language must be showing as these panicked thoughts were going through her brain. She was right now doing her best to stay in control of her self and not do anything until the new person had done something else.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Geeze...this girl seemed extremely timid and uneasy....that much was painstakingly obvious. Even a bit socially awkward...it wasn't easy for her to just kinda expose her real feelings on the inside these days wearing a near constant poker-face all the time. "No problem, Scarlet. I'd call you Carrot Top, but that nickname belongs to some idiot and it doesn't suit you as well as Scarlet. If ya got something else for me to call you by then let me know." Saying those words in a blunt, yet clam tone, she half shrugged and brought a hand up to the ginger's head. Slowly and carefully as though she was trying to silently tell her `Hey it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you...see?` as though to approach a lost, scared animal.

Which this girl was acting a whole lot like. Gently, she rested her hand upon her head and fussed it up so it looked almost like a bit of a poof...slightly puffed up anyway. "...and calm down a bit. I know I don't look like the nicest person out there but I'm going to be like a cookie toting girl scout too old for the title and try to help ya out all....good Samaritan like. Complete with good deeds that would amount to gold stars kids trade in for prizes or something." Bringing her other hand up to lightly twirl it in the air a bit, she wasn't sure how exactly she should actually introduce herself. In the event this girl WAS the runaway and was paranoid enough to look up cops and detectives that may very well be sent on her timid trail, her name was bound to click in the girl's memory.

Sure, she looked like a legal adult and `Missing Child` was no longer a title applicable to her....but being on the run for so many years didn't come lightly. In fact, she was rummaging up methods on how to handle this without being suspicious. Right now, Trisha was sure she was at least not rubbing off as part of the fuzzy pig brigade so hopefully that was right and this was going to go...well...not like a complete failure. For all she knew the reason WHY this girl went missing was out of abuse from her parents, mistreated at home and didn't know what to do, or even kidnapped. Visually, the girl looked like a surviving traveler, not so much on the well fed and living a decent life. Besides, it was best to try and get her story first before doing anything that screamed `I'MMA PIG! OINK OINK! COFFEE AND DOUGHNUTS!`. Though...she had to be kinda careful due to still recovering from a pretty bad head injury since the wound occasionally liked to seep out her freakishly weird blood.

The metal cop had a way of dealing with that though! It was called hiding a couple strawberry jelly filled doughnuts in her hat so she could distract people with deliciousness to get out of that little pickle. For now though she was playing it cool and making sure her body language didn't scream threatening. Last thing she wanted to do was scare the poor thing! Slowly moving her hands to cross over her chest, she quirked a brow and couldn't help but inquire in a rather blunt tone..." So water, have you had any as of late? No offense, but your throat sounds like it was cleaned with a bottle brush or something."

[kitsuneflare88]

Jenna blinked at the name suddenly given to her out of nowhere, not that it was a bad name. She actually kind of liked it and she shrugged for a moment. "Al...al right, scarlet is fine" She said trying to bully her brain into working like a normal human brain. One of the few things jenna had learned while shape shifted is it was hard to control the animal inside and if you spent a long enough time as an animal you began to loose certain things. For example the ability to talk properly, or even think in a rational manner.

She was still a little bit weary of the metal cop however her scent which was a sort of metallic smell mixed with caffeine, and sugar, and donuts. A sort of strange base, with a strange blue coloration at least to her nose. The smell wasn't unpleasant in fact it was very nice.

However she mostly was on the alert for anything that told her brain to run to see if she was lying. She could sense that maybe she wasn't telling jenna the whole truth but she wasn't lying. Jenna thought about this a few seconds. "your not tell...telling me everything." she said more as a statement then a question.

"I would like something to drink, and maybe something to eat." She muttered under her breath as she thought about this whole situation. She was mildly curious how the strange person had found her, she ran through some of the events in her head. Jenna remembered seeing someone like this earlier while walking around, then she came here...and...of course she had changed into a rat to climb in. She hadn't hid the clothing, damn. She thought to herself before deciding what's done is done. She was idly curious where this might lead so for now she'd stay here and not bolt.

Her curiosity was getting the best of her anyways, and she was hardly a lost little girl. She was a survivor granted she kind of had to be. She thought to herself with a hint of pride.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

(I'VE KEPT THIS THREAD HANGING LONG ENOUGH.....-High fives it-)

Giving a little `oh that's cool` nod to how the girl was fine with being called Scarlet, the metal cop glanced around and....boy did this place seem abandoned! For all she knew the clearance sale didn't go well and there was all this product left over. Maybe later she'd hire some people to raid this abandoned place and give the clothes to those who would put em' to use. Hey, might as well give this stuff to people or even creatures that actually NEED them. Some people just weren't lucky nor fortunate enough to have the funds for new clothes and just used their own up until they were holey rags. There was a religious pun swimming around, wishing for acknowledgement but not today! There were cases to solve and people to help!

One being related directly to this girl....hm....this shirt might fit Allegra....looking at it, inspecting it to see if it might fit her werewolf of a cop buddy....eh...nah. Grasping onto it and taking a closer look...this thing was way too frilly and girly for that woman's taste. Hell, it probably wouldn't be viewed as a kind, friendly gesture but more like one of the many jokes this doughnut loving officer was almost infamous for. Hmmm....cranking the cranky woman was always fun and prompted some hilarious responses at times...THIS WAS GETTING TEMPTING! Right when she was about to look around more and distract herself from potentially pranking her best friend, BAM! The very silver woman was caught slightly off guard and heard `Scarlet` claim she wasn't telling her everything. About to offer a snippy retort coated in a blunt, neutral tone....the girl answered a more important question.

Well...that wouldn't do, this poor thing needed nourishment after all! First oddly portrayed concern in a dry humor fashion, then snippyness...this sounded very orderly and oh so much the way she rolled in life! "Well then congratulations, Scarlet, you're going to win a free meal. But wait. There's more. That's right, you also get dessert. Yes. Free. Dessert with as much food as you can shove in your gullet," saying those words in a serious tone as though none of it was a joke...she....really didn't want to start opening up to someone she hardly knew right away even in the slightest. Hell, there wasn't even a sarcastic edge to her tone! Yet she didn't sound bored, just as though she was stating very serious facts.

Sliding her hands into her pockets while staring at the girl, she quirked her eyebrows and leaned back ever so slightly. "Ooooh you got me. I'm not telling you everything because we just met. I sure as hell don't expect your life story in an hour or less. That would be idiotic, don'cha think, Scarlet? Anyway, the name's Trisha but you can call me Trish." Holding her hand out with a stoic composure upon her face and an astounding amount of neurtalness in her tone, she blinked a couple of times then added on a bit of a, "Nice to meet ya, might not look or sound it but I'm actually glad we met in this dust hole full of clothes. It means you might get yourself a shiny, new friend and a promise of sustenance."

It dawned on her after those words passed her lips..........did this girl even know how to shake hands? Well she was going to find out! That ginger headed female seemed so disconnected from human society that it was a wonder she was even communicating verbally in a manner that could be understood without a whole swarm of confusion about what in the world her words could mean!

[kitsuneflare88]

Jenna blinked in surprise she was happy to just have a hot meal into this whole business. Six years of living on raw meat, bones, and maybe if she was desperate garbage. A hot meal WITH dessert that sounded in her mind like heaven. She couldn't remember the last time she had had such a thing. She struggled to not let let her mouth open and salivate badly at the prospect of such a fine meal.

She stared at trish for a minute as she thought for a moment before remebering her family and thier rules about manners. She nervously stuck out her hand towards Trisha, nodding blankly at her comment about not being able to talk about life stories in just an hour then said in her small nervous voice. "N...Nice...to meet you....my name....is jenny."

She sniffed the air for a minute, she detected no bad smells or scent of lies or deception. She gave a nervous blink of the eyes at the sudden statement about having a new friend. She didn't know much about trish and suddenly they were friends. This was gonna prove interesting, as she smelled the air she cauge a strange sense the thoughts suddenly became sharp and tense.

She began to shake nervously, her mind started to scream "ohh ohh what is one of them doing here.... Her body panicked and her mind seemed to go blank a sudden expression of pure unadulterated fear seemed to suddenly flood her body. She took a nervous step backwards it appeared she was about to bolt as she caught the scent, she hadn't noticed the scent at first because it was faint and mostly overwhelmed by the smell of sugar, coffee and metal.

But now that she was human her brain was able to sift through the smells and ponder the whys and hows. She started to shake her head vilolently as she backed away screaming to herself. "no no......not again.....no....." she seemed to say to nobody around her as she looked about in a wild panic.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

"I'm sure it is. Am I the first person you've met who hasn't given you a hard time or what?" Bluntly saying those words without any real feeling to them aside from a very slight sternness. Only to give her tone a bit more character than a tired out drone. Eh? But what in the Starbucks operated hell was this? The red head seemed to be freaking out juuuuust a bit. Quirking a brow, she began to reach over to comfortingly touch her on the shoulder but then VWOOP! Right out of contact since the scrawny young lady was backing away!

All that body language plus the screaming almost made it look like she was trying to kill or hurt the poor thing. "Hold up...what in the name of delicious doughnuts are you talking about?" Actually sounding a little concerned in the midst of her near emotionless tone, she blinked a bit out of confusion then winced a bit. Damn it...that stupid head wound that apparently screwed with her memories and made her into a tad bit of an amnesiac was starting to pulsate with pain. Keeping a straight face, she swatted at the air for a moment looking like she saw something then lay upon her hat a swift smack thus causing strawberry jelly to trickle down from her hat along with a bit of metal infused blood. Though the blood was FAR from normal, yet a bit more concealed thanks to the jelly. "...guess there's no fly...and now my reserve doughnut is dead in the dust...but that's not important."

Whisking her thumb against her brow with a serious look on her face to avoid getting delicious jelly in her eye, she continued speaking and made sure to be so chill that it almost seemed like she was bored. "Anyway, Jenny....do me a favor and take a deep breath, slowly exhale, repeat a couple more times and when you feel better tell me what's got you so scared...okay?" Despite sounding chillaxed out and a little bored, her tone did have hints of thoughtfulness...insinuating that she did care. However...if the girl was going to try and run away she wasn't going to hesitate to stop her with a bit of force. Not enough to hurt her beyond accidental bruises, obviously, but more like enough to get her to stay still. Holding up her hands in that whole `I surrender` position, she figured it was best to show she wasn't trying to assault her. The last thing she wanted was this runaway to keep running...there were people out there who would do awful things to her and that wasn't one of the routes this metal cop was aiming for.

See, she wanted to protect the girl at all costs, especially from other police who might want a little extra cash on their paycheck...and sick bastards who should be staying in a jail cell...

[kitsuneflare88]

Jenna was trying to calm herself down but the sudden rash of pure elemental fear had her in its grasp. She was trying to back away from trisha still her body on automatic her mind tried desperately to regain control of her instincts at times when you had the instincts of nervous herbivores, and the mind of a screaming kid both going off at the exact same minute it was hard to regain control.

She kept trying to pull away and her mind suddenly began loosing focus on its human shape. It wanted to change into something thing that could run fast and escape. It was trying to change jenna was slowly loosing her grip on her form and suddenly a large dog was standing there where she had been just a second ago. The clothing had been torn apart and was now sitting loosely on a large canine.

At first glance the form seemed to be a large dog of some sort, however there were distinguishing features that marked it as a wolf or at the least a wolf hybrid. It was backing away from Trisha tail between its legs ears low and cowering away from her. She growled at Trisha in a way a scared or cornered animal would.

Jenna had reverted to the form out of instinct out of all of her animal forms the wolf was one of the most comforting it was easy and it made her feel safe she didn't exactly know why. But this also was unintentionally providing trisha with the answer to why she was so scared and of what. The scent of another werewolf was causing her to get really really frightened as she kept backing away. It was obvious by her behavior she didn't want to hurt her new friend and so she was backing away growling at her trying to indicate that trisha should back off and keep away from her.

She was trapped at least her human mind was on the events that had led to her strange powers. The night she had been attacked by a werewolf on her way home from school. While the wolf mind tried to calm her down by simplifying the world down to something that she wouldn't find so threatening. It was working the smell of the sugar the coffee, eggs, yeast, flour and jelly were amazingly calming her down. She focused on the soothing treble, and blueish gold of the smells before her. She could also tell that Trisha was trying to help her and it was working she was calming down and slowly regaining control of herself.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Even though she didn't show it, she was worried, REALLY worried. The metal cop didn't know what in the world was going on aside from potentially reliving a traumatic experience. Here was the run down of what she gathered...some sort of past trauma was triggered and now Scarlet Jenny over here was stuck in it. Now was as good of a time as any to consult the sock puppet crew in her head! Sock puppet Trish with her tinsel and foil hair stared at what appeared to be the mind's eye camera and pretty much blurted out the obvious `What? You REALLY think consulting a sock puppet of yourself will give you the answers? Oh come on....keep observing. Besides I'm here to make things more of a comedic relief for you, not be some sort of cotton guru. Duh.` ..and so her sock puppet self had a VERY valid point.

Besides, right now wasn't the time to have a sock puppet theater moment...or was it? No, not really, her head was in way too much pain to think of how to make the situation hilarious with sock puppets and still focus at the same time. Words were OBVIOUSLY not getting through to her and she was constantly backing away even though she was pretty much not doing ANYTHING to hurt her let alone give off any sort of body language insinuating as such. ...and...she shifted into what appeared to be a wolf. Did she know her partner Allegra or something? Either this girl was a werewolf or a shape shifter. Right now, she was quickly piecing things together...there was a girl in here and no signs of a break in by typical human means and now said girl changed into a wolf...or at least a canine related to wolves.

Wolves wouldn't be able to fit into the spaces available and on top of that there was no obvious traces of fur along anywhere. An animal that size squeezing through a small space would have left obvious tufts of hair behind so the evidence was speaking for itself, the girl was a shape shifter. The main question to be answered just so happened to be why a wolf of all things? Slowly lifting up her hat as the now canine female began backing away like a scared animal while growling at her as well....there was a doughnut sitting upon the crown of her head wrapped with bandages and it was smooshed, oozing with strawberry jelly filling. Reaching up to it as slowly as possible while dealing with the annoying headache caused by her concussion, she calmly plucked it off of her head before taking a small bite and swallowing it to show that it wasn't a poisonous pastry menace out to kill. Then flung it over to the freaked out girl. In a way, she worked with a shape shifter but it was a werewolf and that secret was entrusted with her when she found out.

A lot of the mannerisms were familiar to when Allegra was acting like her police dog and spotting out a fellow werewolf...except...not so timid but it was similar enough for her to put together that the girl was reacting due to smelling a canine of some sort on her due to exceptional senses. The growling was the key thing to linking Jenny's reaction and Allegra's reaction to potentially dangerous people. Flicking off some of the jelly from her oddly silvery red bandages before putting her hat back on, she was trying to figure out how the scent of her partner was picked up. It's not like she was around her closely for a while...oh...wait...yeah she was, just not field work as usual since she was supposed to be resting instead of...well...out here. Didn't matter that she was pushing herself, there was work to be done and people to help...this girl proved that. "Look, Jenny, I know you understand people talk so listen carefully. You're probably freaking out since you smell my pet dog and surprise, she's not here. Even if she was here, she wouldn't hurt you."

Slowly taking a seat on the ground feeling juuuuust a bit dizzy, Officer Waldgrave reached into her pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag of doughnuts. Opening it up, she visibly frowned a bit at how they were broken up and slightly shrugged a bit before those bandaged up finger tips reached in to free the delicious pastry from their plastic prison. Slightly shrugging, she slowly put a piece into her mouth and began chewing on it wondering what happened to this girl. It wasn't every day she bumped into someone who could smell the bitch that worked with her. Swallowing the piece she opted to snack on, she pointed toward her and spoke up while still remaining her calm, borderline emotionless self, "If you want to tell me what happened to make you panic at the sent of a canine, you'll either have to tell me with your human words, bark in morse code...or figure out how you can play pictionary. I'm not fluent in regular ol' barks." Plucking out another powdered doughnut chunk before sliding it into her mouth, she stared at her with those silvery optics looking absolutely serious. A lot of people struggled figuring out if she was sarcastic or not since she wasn't really one to wear her feelings like a shiny brooch.

Then again, that was just the way she communicated.

[kitsuneflare88]

The wolf part of jenna's brain sniffed the donught carefully and nommed the thing up easily. Jenna was slowly comming back to reality as the tast of sweet sugar, egs, strawberries and more sugar entered her mind. She with considerable threw the memory out of her mind and regained control thanks in large part to her wolf form which had been the first shape she had ever learned.

As she ate her eyes seemed for an instant to come into focus, they suddenly held intelligence and awareness of its surroundings. There was a sound like a whiplash. And jenna was standing there again in normal human shape. The clothing fell around her body in a mess of tatters as it was too big to fit a human girl of her size after being on a wolf.

"i.....I.....don't like werewolves...." she murmmered in a low voice as she sat down. She put her knees up and brought them close to her chest her hands wrapped underneath drawing them close to herself. It was as if she were trying to huddle and hide behind herself.

She shivered and didn't really say anything else the memory of that terror fresh in her mind even after 6 years. She kept her knees close and just watched trisha not saying another word. It was obvious that what ever the reason she was still unwilling or unable to elaborate on the subject.

[Trisha Waldgrave]

Oh...snap....was that cat out of the bag and running around ruining people's couches or what? Allegra trusted her with her k9 secret and by golly she wasn't about to break the delicate bond of trust even if this young lady smelled the scent! Time to be creative and think her way out of this as usual...but not too hard since Allegra DEMANDED that she be careful in her current condition. Rubbing her ears a bit since the sound of whiplash tickled her ears for some reason and just wore a stoic-as-ever look upon her silvery face. What to do what to do? Well the girl's clothes were in tatters....so it was best to get her something. Instead of getting up, she looked off to her side and spoke while looking around for something to cover this Jenny girl with.

"Not all of them are bad, that's like saying a mutant is an asshole and the rest of them are too just because that one being a douche." ...and...it was too far to reach....damn it all to hell. Getting up to her feet slowly to avoid an unsavory result, she didn't bother dusting herself and simply picked up a baggy sweater after each careful step. "I know there are a lot of werewolves out there who are cruel, but the ones I've gotten to know personally aren't evil and don't deserve to gain instant prejudice." Slowly and oh so cautiously, she walked over to the ginger haired girl and took a seat next to her. "I won't pry and make you tell me what happened to make you hate werewolves so much, but I can promise that any werewolf that may very well be a friend of mine won't do whatever they did." Letting her exterior and tone crack a bit, she revealed a very slight smile that almost seemed gentle and her stoic tone had a bit of caring warmth to it.

Being so used to hiding who she was, seeing someone in an emotional wreck made her a little less protective of her warm, gooshy heart since despite the cold stone exterior...she genuinely cared for those who were down and out. Just....growing up...there was a problem with her kindness being taken advantage of which led up to why she was so gosh darn stoic all the time. "Now...do I need to give you a hug or are you alright?" Bringing the pink, fluffy sweater up a bit, the metal meta reached over the girl's shoulders and placed it on her oh so very gently.

[kitsuneflare88]

"I suppose not all werewolves are bad...." Jenna replied with a note of trepidation. She shivered and got up from her hunched fetal position of fear. She sighed to herself and breathed in long slow breaths trying to lower her fast heart beat.

She hadn't expected to run into a werewolf here in the city, after a few minutes of rational thought she realized that there had to be some civilized werewolvese that had to of adjusted to thier situation here in a large metropolis like new york. "I think i'll be alright now..." She added in a low whisper after trish asked about her needing a hug.

"Its not that i hate them...its...just.....something happened when i was young." She said evasively looking down at her dirty feet in nervousness trying her best to not meet trish's eyes. She hung her head low and her hair obscured her face as she twiddled one of her feat around nervously.

((Nya best i could come up with after hiatus my appologies.))

[Trisha Waldgrave]

At least the girl caught a hint that just because a creature is a jerk that all of them are guilty by association! Progress, the metal cop loved it when that happened! Though a good chunk of her wanted to pry and find out some information so she could kick the ass of the loser who emotionally scarred this girl so badly, the usually stoic woman knew better than that. Traumatized victims had to be handled with care and even though her peers thought of her as cold, iron clad bitch with an agenda to deliver justice, Officer Trisha Waldgrave had a soft, gooshy heart she kept as a secret from the world most of the time. Anyway, she was going to help this girl back up on her own two feet so she could stand to face the world! First things first though, the kiddo had to get cleaned up and made to look less like a homeless person and more like an average citizen. "Well let's focus on the here and now so your future can be better, alright Jenny?"

It wasn't like she didn't care, it was more like she was insinuating that they stop forcing her down a miserable trip of memory lane. Hopefully try to get her in a happier state of mind. "Besides, we should probably get you a bite to eat. I don't care what kind of example those models are trying to lead with their anorexic...twiggy limbed bullshit. You need some fluff on your bones so the wind doesn't blow you away." Saying that with a straight, and serious face...it could have been hard to tell if she was being sarcastic or just plain ol' blunt with THAT bold statement. Then again, she did have moments of being a bit abrasive.

(IT'S OK. LOOK AT ALL MY FAILING RIGHT NOW C: !)

[kitsuneflare88]

"A...Alright trisha..." She murmered in a low voice. She gave a weak and nervous grin that faded an instant later.

Jenny listened to trisha and couldn't help bursting into laughter as she heard the comment about supermodels and being blown away. She was thin sure, living on raw deer, or scavenged garbage, or even raw mice wasn't exactly the most nourishing things she had ever had.

Her laugh was bright cheery, and it had a note of genuine happiness in it. It had been forever since she had felt she could laugh properly ever since the attack on her. She hadn't felt able to laugh freely in 8 years.

The idea of a meal that you didn't have to catch yourself and eat while it was still alive sounded very good. "That sounds great..." She added with a small grin. She looked at herself and had a fleeting thought of this might just work out...

She dressed quietly and tried to straiten herself out so she looked relatively normal again. She nodded at trisha when she was ready wearing another long dress she had found in her size after a few minutes looking around.

Part of her also wanted to not be questioned further about the whole business of werewolves and the attack on her. She had a feeling it might be brought up again at some point but for now she wanted to be away from here and someplace else.