201002114 - Robert gives Temina an Interview

GAME> Monday, Feb 14 16:47:22 2011 - Winter Night < Sleet >


Yellow Bungalow: Living Room - Taylor Street: Little Italy

This likely used to be a small living room and a smaller dining room, but it has been opened up to a single space. The floors are old wood that, though recently stripped and waxed, show years of wear. Windows face the drive to the south and open west to the front porch. At the east side of the room, an arched opening in the south corner leads to the kitchen, and a hallway on the north side runs to the back of the house. The walls are painted off-white, almost cream, and show signs of having been patched.
A Mission-style hall tree with mirror, storage bench, and hooks for hanging coats stands next to the front door. Beyond it, a brown leather couch and matching oversized chair form a sitting area around a red and green Oriental-style rug, with a side table for the chair and a low green chest serving as a coffee table. These face the shelving unit that holds a television, audio equipment, a sparse rack of CDs, and a few, mostly practical books. A round table set with four ladder-backed chairs sits in front of the bay window at the west side of the room. One picture hangs over the couch, another over a shallow table holding a cordless phone that is set against the east wall.



Late afternoon on Valentine's Day, and Robert is awaiting the reporter's arrival. He has coffee on the go, the french press full and the scent rides the air. Outside, the sleet makes for an unwelcoming place to linger, and it is a warmer, dryer place inside the little bungalow. He himself is settled on the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him, his coffee in his hand.

Temina moves throught he sleet and ice, making her way carefully to the address she got from the dispatch desk. "Good lead" she mutters to herself, shiverring a bit in the cold. She raps on the door, ducking under any cover there might be.

Robert moves, answering the door swiftly, aware of the weather. "Do come in." He steps back, considering her with a serious, impassive gaze as he gestures her past him, into the warm livingroom. "Coffee? Something stronger?" The offer is given in a low rumbling voice, a hint of a growl beneath it.

Temina chuckles, and slides out of her warm peacoat, the ice crackling off it as she shakes it off. "Any chance I can hang this up?" she asks, and looks over Robert. "The newspaper said you wanted to clear some stuff up with an interview?" She takes out a disc recorder and a small pad. "I hope you don't mind if I record this" she says, hanging her coat up if possible and looks around for a seat of some sort."

"I feel it is time to speak publicly." Robert takes the peacoat, hanging it neatly on a coat stand, before he turns to her, indicating the couch. He settles at the other end, turning to face her. "I have not done this before, and therefore you will have to guide me. I do not think we have met though." He offers a hand, oddly formal, awkward, "Robert Moye." He hesitates before adding more softly, "Ulfric of the wolves of this city."

Temina chuckles, and shakes her head. "I don't believe I've met you before, no. But I believe I've met some of your people, from time to time. I won't reveal any identities, as privacy is very important. i understand you want to goon the record, and I'm very willing to do that. It helps me as well, just to make verything clear, as if I get an exclusive like this, It makes me get better assignments from the free lance desk. Though, I hat to mention it, but do you have some, oh, bona fides to falidate who you claim to be? There are those who would claim Ulfric Status without being THE one, to cause trouble. I'd hate to be the one to provide false information and endanger my friends who are shifters because I didn't check my sources.

Robert tilts his head thoughtfully, considering her request. "They do not provide you with a piece of paper to go with the title. However, I can offer you my driver's licence, to prove my identity and you are welcome to speak to those in the city that you know to confirm that I am what I claim." The suggestion is spoken in a mild voice, his expression neutral as he leans back into the couch, considering her with a head tilt. "Is that acceptable?"

Temina says, "If I can verify what you say from several sources, it is acceptable. I do not want to offend, but one needs to validate one's sources. So, you said you wanted to get on the record. So i'll Start" she turns to the recorder. "This is Temina Haroun, sitting hiere With Robert, Ulfric of the Chicago Wolves. It is Valentines day afternoon, and we're sitting here in a comfortable and warm living room. Now, as you said Ulfric, you wish to get some things off your chest, and into the public space. Do you wish to start with a statement, or shall we go foward right away with questions?""

Robert gives the recording device a look that is faintly wary, before he clears his throat, awkwardly. "Robert Moye." He confirms his full name, the formality slipping into his manner as he speaks. "I wished to ensure that some information was made public about the recent murders and attempted murder of those similar to me." He gives her a questioning glance, a tilt of his head speaking loudly of the wolf in him. "But questions may be useful."

Temina smiles, and nods politely to Robert. "Well, then, it is rumoured that your group is fairly active in good works and such things in this city. Is this the truth, and would you like to mention any of the activities your wolves engage in? The public often has a dark and dangerous opinion of Pard life, perhaps you can tell us of a lighter side?"

Robert clears his throat, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "My pack are a mix of the private and the public, and I will be careful when I say that I am proud of each and everyone of them, and that they work hard to support our dreams of a future where those infected as we are can live publicly without danger." As he speaks of that, he relaxes, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, looking at her steadily. "We are Pack, not Pard however. The Pard is a word for another group." A pause and he adds softly, "We are working currently to set up a Trust Fund to ensure that those Wolves can be supported to have legal aid, housing, education and support to find their feet." There is a brief pause as he glances down at his hand, and back up to her. "A lighter side. We are people, as any other person. If you tickle us, do we not laugh? My plans for tonight involve my friends, a film and a take away. We live as you and your readers live, but with the threat that someone may one day try and kill us for a disease few of us had a choice in receiving."

Temina nods, and writes a few notes down in her notebook. "That might be true, but some find you frightening. A disease taht is reumoured to strip you of your rationality, and makes the victims little but monsters. How would you anser that?"

Robert drops his gaze to his hands, his expression becoming more neutral, more empty. "I have lived this way for twenty years. During that time, I have been a member of both societies, living openly as a wolf in the human world. I lose my temper less than most men, I control my feelings better than most. It makes us different, in the same way that a man with diabetes must eat regularly and control his blood sugar. It makes us closer to those with an infectious disease that conceal it because with the fear of it comes the hatred. I believe that many more of us are killed each year than we do of those who are free of this, and yet, we called the monsters."

Temina says, "I know this, and don't ascribe to that theory myself, but to be balanced, I have to address this for my readers. You spoke of movies and such, what is your favorite? And did it change when the disease came over you?"

Robert glances up, startled for an instant. "Movies. I enjoy a variety, but it has not changed since the infection. I … my favorite. To choose one is difficult. I like classics, and some war films… I do like the science fiction. Serenity and the like." He glances up, a trace of amusement in his face, as he adds softly. "Underworld amuses me."

Temina chuckles. "I suppose it would, I suppose it would. I've always wondered if your folk get special requests for stunt work and the like for that sort of movie, or they just trust on special effects and the like, and ignore the magic in front of them. But, that's just something I wonder. I'll put down Kelly's Heroes, and move on. You said you wanted to make something clear on the record about the murders that are rumoured to be laid at your doorstep. What did you have to say about it?"

Robert chuckles, a soft rumble at the thought, before they move on and his smile fades, into the utter neutrality, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Last night when the latest victim was attacked, the man with them gave my name as his to lure her away from safety. I say now, publicly, that this is the act of a coward, to use a lie to bring harm to others and I have taken action to ensure that this cannot be done again. The other two victims were the most vulnerable, the weaker amongst us, and I say now, publicly, that this man who does these things cannot dare to come against those of us who have the strength to face him. He must be a thing of pity for those who can look at his acts, and see the weakness and fear that lies behind them." There is a real hint of a growl in his voice by the time he has finished that statement but there is no sign of a change in his steady eyes, or the impassive features. "He would be too fearful to find one of us that could so easily outmatch him and picks on girls." The soft words are a deliberate taunt, and there is a flicker of a humorless smile as he adds, "I say to him, he should come and visit me, if he feels he is strong enough."

Temina says, "Honestly said, but I have to ask. Do you have an alibi fro the time mentioned. It would be easy to say honourable words to cover a dishonourable act. I certinly don't think so, but my readers will want to know."

Temina nods. "So, your statement is that whoever is doing this crime, used your name to lure the girl out, insulting you and darkening your name. Who do you think it was? After all, you state you are new as Ulfric, who would know your name to use it in this way? Do you suspect one of your pack, or perhaps another shifter?

Robert considers his words, his face thoughtful before he speaks. "I believe that he knew that I am honest about my infection and my position. My name is well known now, amongst the shifters and some others in this city. I can state, however, that none of my pack have been involved in this crime. We have senses that humans do not, and those working with the police have confirmed that this person is not one of my pack." He sighs, letting out a breath slowly, tilting his head. "I cannot comment on who it is, however. If I had knowledge of that, I would have given it to the police."

Temina nods. "So, you want everyone to know that your name was used with ill intent. I will ensure that it goes out as soon as my editors look this over.

Robert nods slowly, "I wish to make sure that the full statement about this man hits the press because I wish him to know this. I wish to ensure those shifters who hide from the others hear that my name is being used so he cannot repeat this trick."

Temina says, "I understand that, and taht's why I have this recorder. So I can quote it verbatim."

Robert nods, tilting his head, questioningly and considering her. "Do you have other questions?" The mild question in itself is an opening should she have them.

Temina smiles. "You said you were new as Ulfric. What is the best thing you've found about being Ulfric of your pack? Have you filled all your staff positions?

Robert does that odd head tilt, lacking only the cocked ears, a considering expression. "The best thing would be the pack. I have met each and every one of them, and am looking forward to knowing them all better. There are those that have risen to the occasion already, and those that will find their place in the future."

Temina nods, and smiles. "It's good to find a group where eveyone gets along. Would it be possibel to meet some of your people, to find out their opinions? How many of your pack art there, genreally? ten? A thousand?"

Robert shakes his head slowly. "I'm afraid that those who wish to be public can make that choice themselves and I will not release details of my pack size. I would not say we all get along, only that I ask that people treat others with respect, or at least politeness."

Temina says, "I can respect your privacy in this. Please let soem who wish to be public knwo my name, so I can verify some of what you say. None that wish their names kept secret will be revealed."

Robert nods slowly, considering. "I will ask those who are open to contact you." He promises softly, with that quick tilt of his head.

Temina smiles, and holds out her hand. "That seems to finish what I have to ask about. Is there anything else you feel the need of saying?

Robert tilts his head, adding softly, "Please add that I intend to take some time alone this week, going camping on the Wavecrest Island." There is a flicker of an odd smile on his lips. "I would appreciate that." He takes her hand, his touch light, careful of her as he rises to show her out.

Temina smiles, and stops the recordging, and stands. "It was nice meeting you. Perhaps we can meet socailly sometime.

"That would be my pleasure." Robert shows her to the door, holding it open with an incline of his head, stepping back to allow her to pass him. "Thank you for coming out on this night."

Temina says, "For a story like this, anytime!"

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