The Highway- VR Occupations

“Its called the Highway and its massive.” Tavi looked over at the Nothos who had recently joined their pack. They were standing outside in the Scottish winter in one of those forgotten places; this particular place happened to be a railway yard.

Kicking a bit of gravel with the toe of her boot, she turned to continue her explanation; it kept her mind on something other than the frigid wind and the waiting. Tavi hated the waiting.

“The R'asa is a nation, a travelling tribe. That's uniquely helpful to moving things... and people but its more than that. We aren't just fences. The R'asa can find things as well. Our biggest asset is our connection. That's the Highway. Get it?”

The Nothos, Sharon, was beautiful and obviously that was why she had been chosen but she didn't seem overly bright. Normally she'd be doing this gig with her brother, letting him scare the clients with some of his wild B movie horror talk while they worked, but she and her twin were both on their Andre, the solitary journey that the R'asa felt every member should make at least once in their lives.

Sharon nodded in a vague way. A yes...a no; it was hard to tell but the look on her face said she didn't understand but was afraid to ask questions. Good, Tavi wasn't fond of questions.

“You'll figure it out soon enough.” Stomping her feet to get some feeling back into them, Tavi glared down the narrow strip between the hulking abandoned box cars. “Come -on- already! We haven't got all year!”

As if her words held some sort of summoning power, a blonde head peered cautiously around the corner towards the end of the row. Tavi watched impassively, able to be still now that there was an end to the waiting in sight. The woman was wobbling through the gravel on knife thin heels clutching a designer bag tightly to her chest. She looked wild eyed and afraid but she was coming steadily towards them.

“You are them right? The... the ones Sergei said could help me?”

There short green haired werewolf did not immediately answer. The blonde, obviously no stranger to hair dye, was younger than she thought. It was the expensive clothes, fake nails and sophisticated hairstyle tbat made her appear older at first glance. Standing this close, Tavi could see that the girl's twenty dollar base couldn't hide the bruises, the split lip or the way one eyelid was puffy and half closed. Tavi guessed she was twenty three, max.

She'd been through hell recently, Barbie here had; it was enough to warrant her a little slack.

“Yeah, get in.”

Only a little. Tavi stepped away from the box car she had been standing in front of and Sharon swung open the door. The blonde stood frozen staring inside as if she were looking into the mouth of hell itself.

“Some time tonight, girlie girl.”

Tavi grabbed the door and hauled herself up into the car. She went towards a counter and picked up a pair of scissors, leaving Sharon to deal with the reluctant client. Turning back towards the door, she noticed that Barbie had finally climbed into the box car. Sharon shut the door behind her and flipped on the lights.

Hooking a stool with her foot, Tavi eyed the girl and nodded at it. The blonde sat down reluctantly and stared up at Tavi's short green hair.

“You won't... I mean.. I need to blend, right?”

Tavi took a piece of long blonde hair and smiled evilly as Sharon gently took away the designer bag the girl had been hugging in a death grip.

“Trust me. I'm a professional.” She sliced through the hair and Barbie winced. Too late to turn back now.

The box car was a mobile station for disguising someone looking to disappear. Hours later and a new woman was ready to emerge from the steel structure. Her hair had been cut short into a stylishly messy bob, younger looking, something to match her age. It was a dark brunette which Tavi figured was Barbie's natural colour. The blue eyes were hidden under brown contacts and the bruising and swelling had gone down considerably with the help of some vitamin crème and a cool compress. The fake nails had been taken off and she had been given a subtle sunless tan. Barbie now sported faded jeans frayed at the bottom, a backpack with her few belongings, a college sweatshirt and a waist length down padded coat.

“Well Helga its time for you to go.” Tavi turned off the light and pushed open the box car door.

“Helga?”

Tavi grinned and handed the newly named 'Helga' her new social security card, passport, and driver's license, and plane tickets.

“My guess is you shouldn't have given Sergei attitude. My advice? Use the middle name.”

Tavi watched the girl walk slowly away from them and towards a new life without an abusive husband. Some might call it a good deed but in truth the Vyusher wouldn't have spent more than five minutes on her without a designer bag load of her husband's cash. Sharon jumped down out of the box and looked up at Tavi.

“So what was the middle name?”

Tavi grinned. “Bessie”

-OOC:
The Vyusher R'asa are always on the move and so most of the pack have occupations that can be mobile. Some of the Vyusher have legitimate jobs but others find their place in the vast criminal underground that the Vyusher R'asa call “The Highway.”


As Vyusher R'asa you can hold any job you like but know that if you are a werewolf born into the pack then you have probably travelled for your entire life. Nothos, those who were not born of werewolves, have more occupational options as they could have been stationary before they were gifted.

Examples of Occupations possible while travel:

Crafters(wood, metal, art etc)
Guides
Security
Drug dealer
Fence
blacksmith
Performer