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[color=white]RICHIE
[I] | The last two years of his life since his graduation is feigned in false glory, of a life whereâ€â€here him out maybe he doesn't have a choice on whether or not he wanted to lead but at least in his time, it would be just [I]that. What he wanted to do in his days of Superiority? Hell, if he could tell you. But for now he didn't worry about it because for now, his mother and father reigned. He hopes until that moment comes, he could continue the life he's made for himself. The one that encompasses partying til' three in the morning, sleeping in bed til 1PM, and at least patrolling with his friends was far better an option than the weight of leadership on his shoulders.
Except living in Vail, Colorado under the supervision of a force much bigger than yourself you learn shit kinda changes fast. Two years could easily not matter within the span of two days. Richie, unaccompanied and unwedded was to get married to his Solar counterpart with barely forethought or discussion. He barely knew the man, and yet after years of war and tension, the Witches declare this moment it, but why? Why was it to be when Richie, only stuck to minor responsibilities, to step up to plate to handle one of the most biggest responsibilities of all.
The nightclub used to be his escape, but now it's only the welcoming arms of the biggest burdens of his life his mate to be. The Lunars are modestly early, falling into the vibe of the blue lights, the bass of the music. Without the assistance of alcohol, Richie had learned to do the same. This time is different, though. He's into his fifth shot, the scorching shot of tequila running down his throat. When he's not social drinking, he's drinking to get fucked up. He wanted to do so until everything was blurry. | [/table]
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[b]BENJI
[I] | Foam footballs were the moderately close to normal thing they allowed in this Coven. Or, rather the moderately close to normal thing that he managed behind its doors. All else resorted to immediate prohibition. Well, at first it was cool, especially after all the other shit he managed to sneak in was taken, but there was only so much entertainment that foam footballs could bring. The adults here probably knew that. But there was something in which they [I]didn't know.
He had the key to the drawer to get his things back. He also knew that they would be out tonight. This made it a far more simpler task to get out of this sentiment they called prison. Especially when you were the only male witch, resulting in you having a room to yourself. Hooray for gender norms! At least in this moment. He's able to easily navigate his way to the room in about ten minutes top, unlocking the drawer where all the prized possessions were kept. Gameboys, and stress balls, all this stuff gathered by him. But that wasn't what he was for.... where was it? [b]"Aha." He pulls out the cracked phone from the drawer. It was his greatest achievement in all his days of pickpocketing from before.
Returning it into his pocket, he closes the door quietly behind him before rerouting towards the door. "C'mon..." Quietly. His heart jumps along with every creak in the wood as he eases his way downstairs. He gets there, thankfully, but as he is about to leave there is that annoying voice in his head not his guilty conscious, he lacks in that but the voice of his sister. "Can you stop doing that?" He whispers, turning to where Nora now stands.
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[align=center][font=arial][I]so, i heard the world doesn't revolve around me /:
Hoot loves your aesthetics
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she wanted huge on partying, or this much human interaction, in the first place so she wasn't too sure why she decided to tag along to the club with everyone else. maybe she was starting to feel the hint of loneliness that came along with only having one actual friend. this was probably good for percy - stepping out of her comfort zone and talking to people.
and she was gonna talk to people, she had decided on their way to the club. however, when they walked in, her hands went into the pockets of her jean jacket and she tried staying on the outside of the crowd close to the walls, tired eyes looking around as she chewed on mint gum. | [/table]
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[I]A N D Y.
[I]CHANCES ARE YOU NEVER REALLY LOVED ME. I'M NOT GONNA SPECULATE, YOU WON'T LEAVE ME HEARTLESS. | [align=center]She loved the privacy of clubs.
There was a certain level of clamour and commotion that covered the people that milled about in the dim lighting. It allowed for a brooding intimacy in the closed environment, a safety that one wouldn't get elsewhere. It was quiet underneath all the mindless chatter and fumbling pick-up lines. As much as Andromeda loved to party, and to drink, she just loved being in the atmosphere. It was mind-numbing, almost. She only had to watch bodies sway to the music and catch the tail end of pleasant conversations. It didn't require thought, it didn't require being present, it only required existing on a bar stool with glassy eyes. Andromeda could handle that much.
Though, things were different this time. She could feel anger brewing inside of her, and she was swallowing it down with every sip of beer she took. She drank slow, the least she could do was let the alcohol soothe the bubbling rage since Freyja wasn't of much help. It was always nagging, always telling her to 'calm down' and 'think about her actions' and all 1001 other cliche patience quotes. Andromeda, on the other hand, preferred the quick fix to things: alcohol, parties, and smokes.
Tapping her nails against the empty glass, she took a quick scan over the nightclub, locating the other members of her pack before settling into her stool. If things went well, maybe none of the Solars would show up. A part of her was hopeful, and yet Freyja made sure to quell that hope with logic. There was no real reason why they wouldn't show up, even Andromeda knew that, but at least the idea that they forgot helped with the bitterness residing in her heart.
She spared a glance at the bartender, he had to know that she was underage by now, but it didn't look like he was going to say anything. That was for the best, on his part. She slid the glass back, glancing up to see the beginning members of the Solars entering. Right. She hopped off of the bar stool, tucking a hand into her jacket before tapping the frat kid's shoulder beside her, [b]"Richie!" The club was loud, but she could be louder, "Get me another drink?" As much as Andromeda didn't want to say anything about the other pack's arrival, she knew better. At least she could stall for a minute, "They're here." | [/table]
I GUESS I'M TIRED OF TALK OF HOPE, i've learned that doves and ravens fly the same.
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Never in a thousand years would he ever wish this... this curse onto himself.
And yet, there was no altering his destiny.
Tommy DeVito  a prime example of your average fuckboy. Cracking open a cold one with the boys, bringing girls home, throwing raging parties and waking up on the floor the next morning. That was what his life was all about. Was it the most productive? Of course not  he was a often a rebel, a scoundrel, a street rat from the backstreets of Newark. However, it was the only distraction from his, er... condition ( if that was how you could even describe such a thing ). This is what helped him feel normal. Other than that, he had no choice but to live his double-life. "A monster", he had been called. "Cursed". He had been just a kid when everything had happened, of course. He had no idea why his own family had turned their backs on him and his parents, but now he understood why they had to make the move to chilly Colorado. And now, leaving wasn't that simple.
The nightlife here probably didn't compare to that of New York or Los Angeles, but it was simply what Tommy had to resort to. He was at the club at least once a week, usually with his friends and usually finding some piece of ass to hit on. Speaking of which...
"You sure you don't want me to buy you a drink?"
"I got somewhere to be, bud. Better luck next time."
"Just don't let the door hit cha' on the way out, babycakes."
The brown-eyed individual looked over his shoulder, staring after the blonde with a blank expression as she exited the club with her friend, and he pursed his lips before taking a last drink of his bourbon. Well, that went over just g r e a t . It was a hit-and-miss sometimes. Some of these girls were total bitches, and some of them were easier to take home than cheap little prizes from a carnival. That chick had standards, though  standards that he obviously did not meet. Ah, well.
Tommy stood to his feet, clad in nice black shoes and dark jeans. He wore a black button-up longsleeve, in which he left one of the top buttons undone. His brown hair was gelled and combed to the side like it usually was. His brown eyes scanned his surroundings, and his gaze fell upon that of Percy. He knew who she was, obviously, but never really saw her outside of... Anyways. He made his way over towards the young woman, who was glued to the sidelines, and he slid up beside her so that his back was against the wall as well. "So, is this what you come here t' do? Stand around 'n watch everybody?" He was only teasing. Pushing others buttons was what he was best at, after all.
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[table] TOMMY G. DEVITO
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the jersey boy
you've been acting awful tough lately. smoking a lot of cigarettes lately. |
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[align=center] THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE, THANK FOR YOU FOR JOY [div style="width:537px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;letter-spacing: 2px;"]beatles ( she/her ) — beatles#1098 — dump — nikolai
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VERVAIN
[I]LITTLE DARLING. HERE COMES THE SUN, AND I SAY ITS ALL RIGHT | [i]"wise men say only foo-"
[b]"vervain, aren't you forgetting something?"
nimble fingers halted their plucking of the ukulele in their hands, a red haired silhouette looking up as if the voice that stopped her off-key singing was standing in the room with her. she furrowed her brows, thinking about what all she had to do today. she didn't have to work at her family's business, she was free for the day. that's why she had decided to come out her favorite spot, a small meadow out on the outskirts of town. it had flowers blooming and soft grass, though it was still a little wet from some rain earlier in the week. but still. it felt nice to finally walk barefoot, getting her bare feet slightly muddy and weaving a few flowers together to create a lopsided flower crown on her head.
"vee!"
"No? No! I'm not forgett- Oh. Ohhh. Shoot. Shit! Shoot!"
Today is the day! Today! Vee was so screwed. She had forgotten, how she had forgotten is beyond her, but she had forgotten that today was the day her pack was to meet up with the lunar pack at the club. Kremont was to meet his future mate, and the packs were supposed to meet each other publicly. It would take her forever to get there and she was already running late, she had to swing by her place to put up her instrument and clean up some. Well, maybe they wouldn't care if she had a few leaves and flowers in her hair but she probably should put some shoes on?
"Freki. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" She could feel her inner wolf shrug, shrug as if wolves could even do that. She growled in frustration and rolled her eyes at Freki, honestly she was such a menace; always doing whatever she wanted and deciding things on her own. They should work together!
"Maybe I wanted you to be late? It's all a part of the plan."
"We will discuss this later!"
Vee jumped up with her ukulele in tow, taking off running to her place so she could hurriedly get ready. It didn't take her long, but it did include a lot of laughing from Freki and frantic screams from Vee. She didn't want to seem rude! This was her chance to meet everyone, hopefully make sure everyone feels comfortable and to be there for her pack. And she was late.
She made it home in record time, but that might have been because she let Freki take over. When she got there, she tossed her instrument on the couch and slipped into her beat up vans, sand socks. Don't judge her.
"Why don't you just go barefoot?"
"I can't go barefoot. What part of I'm a human do you not get?"
"Umm, the human part?"
"Freki, stop. I don't have time for this. I have to meet the pack!"
Vee thanked the sun above for the silence from her counterpart, making the mile trek into town. Once she got into the club, she felt at ease. She was where she was supposed to be and the crowd was lively tonight. Vee always saw the club as he social time, she loved talking to people and experiencing them, and even with the tension she could immediately feel radiating from the room, she was still going to have a good time. And hopefully no one died tonight. Not that she thought anyone would, but still. She just hoped everyone could stay civil, maybe she could help ease the tension?
She scanned the room for her pack and spotted Tommy and Percy. Her face lit up at the sight of her best friend and, though she wasn't as close with Tommy as she was with Percy, she still smiled when she saw him. They seemed to be talking to one another and she headed over, excited to interact with her pack members.
"Percy! Tommy! Hey you guys? Sorry I was running late buuut.." Her eyes looked around for Kremont, though she soon realized he wasn't there. She could smell the lunars in the building but she would just stick with her own pack for now. "Kremont isn't here? Sweet I'm not the only one late. Guess I could have cleaned up more..." She glanced down at her rumpled Fleetwood Mac shirt and her shorts with grass stains. Her legs had grass dried on them just above her shoes and her hair was messy with flowers and leaves. She shrugged. It was just who she was. A messy hippie werewolf. | [/table]
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NORA
[I]I SAID, HEY, GIRL WITH ONE EYE I'LL CUT YOUR LITTLE HEART OUT 'CAUSE YOU MADE ME CRY | Something was [i]off. Nora could feel it, like an incessant fly, nagging at her ear and causing the hairs on her arms to raise. It made her frown in frustration, rolling her eyes and letting the book she had been levitating in front of her drop to the floor. The grimoire landed with a thud, the pages that had been turning themselves closing with an abrupt humph. Nora rose to her feet, she knew just what that nagging was, she could pinpoint it out of all the other emotions and feelings she got from within her. It was the only person that could effectively distract her from what she was doing. Benji. Her twin. He was up to something, he was always up to something. Honestly, she probably wouldn't care that he liked to run off and do his own thing. But the coven liked to keep a tight rein on the two of them, and punishing Benji never worked so they insisted that Nora was in charge, ultimately blaming her if her brother ran off and taking away her ability to practice her magic. Which she hated. So she had to be the nag, the mature one. Plus, and she would never tell this to another soul, she worried about her brother and she liked that he went on adventures because it meant she got to go under the pretense of "making sure he didn't do anything stupid."
Exiting from her room, her feet hovering over the floorboards - a neat trick she had taught herself just a week ago, she made her way through the shadowy hall. When she reached her brother's room, she waited just in the shadows beyond, ready for him to come out of his room. She could hear him rummaging around in his room. What was he doing? The dark haired girl sighed in annoyance, a typical sound that came out of her. She just wanted to find a new spell to practice, a bigger one that she could get away with doing because the adults in the coven were out. But noo, her nuisance of a brother had to change their plans. Technically, she could get away with letting him do his own thing tonight, but she had been bored and she was nosy. She wanted to be a part of what he was doing, even if she acted like she didn't. It's just who she was; all work and no play.
Nora notices the door open and the familiar figure of her brother step out. He makes his way through the hall and down the stairs, the floor creaking with every step. If she couldn't feel his presence, she sure as hell would have heard it. She rolled her eyes and scoffed, he was so dumb sometimes, if he would just practice his powers then he could easily run away without getting caught. She heaved a sigh and made her way down the steps, her feet still hovering though she almost lost her balance on the last step. She really needed to work on her stamina with this spell. She dropped as sneaky as a feline down on the floor, smirking as she heard her brother speak. She had been sending him insistent thoughts about what he was doing, nagging him to distract and get him to stop. It never worked but it always seemed to rile him up.
[b]"Stop what?" She asked him innocently, her eyes lighting up with her all-knowing wisdom. She stepped out of the shadows, not bothering with her new trick for this. She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms and sending scoulding thoughts to his mind. Just out of spite. To let him know she was annoyed that he was ruining her night of spellwork and curling up with her cat, Beelzebub.
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just checking out to hide from life ;
chaosdino #7160 ★ brooke ★ she/her
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It felt like he couldn't breath.
There was so much riding on his shoulders tonightâ€â€expectations from his parents that he was unsure he could meet. After so many years, one would have expected Kremont to have gotten used to the pressure that his parents put on him to succeed in everything he did, however, he seemed to crumble more and more. He was trying, he was, but sometimes it felt like everything was too much and he just... couldn't. He couldn't. He'd locked himself in the bathroom for so long, sobbing and hacking until the toilet until his younger brother had managed to push the door open and pull him back onto his feet. It was far from his proudest moment but he couldn't bring himself to care, after all, he'd pulled himself together fairly well afterwards and had somehow managed to look presentable; he was going to be late, that was a given, but at least he wouldn't look like how he felt. He hoped, at least.
This hadn't been a surprise to him, not really. All his life he had expected his future to be dictated by his parents and, as was their ways, he was not allowed to speak up against it; although, he'd long since accepted this fact and while he did feel a sense of dread... there wasn't the sense of betrayal he was almost sure his counterpart felt. He didn't have a life he was being torn from, like he assumed the other did and gosh did he feel guilty about that. He ruined everything, didn't he? No, no, he couldn't think like thatâ€â€chin up, hands steady, look presentable, don't embarrass mother. His sense of smell was not as sensitive as it should have been but he could faintly taste the trail of Lunars and of his own pack from inside the club. Was he the last one here? Eh, well, at least he had shown up... right? Right.
Taking a deep breath in, the boy made his way into the club forcing down the panic that swam through his body as his sense were assaulted by an environment he had never been in before. Why couldn't they have chosen somewhere that would have been more private? It felt awkward to be meeting what would be his future mate in a dark and stuffy nightclubâ€â€was it meant to resemble something out of a cheesy romance movie? Not, like, he'd ever seen any, of course but the statement still stands. He paused, lifting himself onto his tippy toes as he spotted a familiar group of faces and he instantly felt his shoulders relax as Percy, Vee and Tommy chatted quietly in a corner; at least there were some pack members he trusted here. His breathing relaxed, it didn't hurt to inhale anymore. Pushing forward, Kremont attempted to join the other three but quickly found himself pushed into the sea of pack members and strangers alike.
Then, all of a sudden, there was something in his hands and a hand over his chest as he was pushed backwards from the dance floor. He wasn't quite sure what had happened ( that, my friends, was an understatement of the century ) then the hand was back and there were rushed voices in his ear that he could barely make out with the pounding of the music in the background. [color=brick]"hol...fo...r...me...ease."
"Waâ€â€No, what am Iâ€â€Oh, okay... I guess?" He stumbled over his words, eyes wide as the two strangers practically ran to the back of the club ( where were the bathrooms again? ) . Turning to the drink in his hand he felt his nose scrunch up, what was he supposed to do with this? He didn't want to just leave it somewhere, that could be dangerous and he was worried about what would happen if someone else were to accidentally drink from it or, worse, what if it caused some kind of slip? He sighed softly, brown eyes glancing over the ground and feeling a rock settle into the pit of his stomach as he could no longer locate his "friends" ( were they friends? he wasn't sure. ) From there, he turned his sights to one of the bartenders, nodding as thought agreeing to something inside his own head he began making his way towards the barâ€â€apologizing a few times as he bumped roughly into fellow goers.
"Sir? Can I just set this here? I, uh, found it and I was worried someone would get hurt." The bartender nodded and Kremont allowed a large smile to split his face as he nodded his thanks before turning back to the thicket of the club. He wasn't sure what exactly he was supposed to do now... he felt embarrassed to say it but, well, he didn't actually know what his counterpart looked like. Kre had never been allowed contact with the other pack and outside of basic knowledge and facts that meant nothing all he had was a name.
"Shoot."
However, it was the sound of a voice ( a name, precisely ) that had his head spinning back towards the other side of the bar. Richie. Richie? Uh... how many Richie's lived in Vail, Colorado? He had... maybe a 25/75 percent chance of being right but... it was worth a try wasn't it? Plus, if he was wrong he was wrong. Right? He pulled himself away from his side of the bar, stumbling as someone pushed into him but otherwise managing to make it somewhat beside the stranger and... a fairly pretty girl.
"Um, I, Hi." | [/table]
09-18-2018, 04:58 AM
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[align=center][align=center][table] claire loves u! |
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the uncomfortable feeling that as growing within her paused for a second when she heard a familiar voice. her eyes focused on tommy as he walked over and leaned against the wall as well. a small mixture of a chuckle and scoff left her lips as she looked from him back to the large crowd. "yeah... i don't really feel like getting people's sweat on me right now. sounds kind of gross." her nose crinkled some as she looked at the people, swear starting to form on their foreheads from the close proximity to one another as well as the dancing they were all doing (if you would call that dancing). "wouldn't wanna ruin my jacket and have it smell like b.o. and regrets."
after a few moments, she pushed some of the curls out of her face and looked back at him. "what about you? i feel like you'd be the life of the party here - why are you standing around and watching people?" her eyebrows raised playfully at him, before her attention caught onto the cute girl who she was happy to call her friend. the corner of her lips tugged up into a small smile, feeling more comfortable with another familiar face. [color=#dbab69]'great, i think it's time to go, persephone.' xylona mentioned to the twenty-three year old as vervain arrived. it were no secret that the two best friends wolf counterparts despised each other, which was annoying to percy.
"hey vee!" percy greeted her before shaking her head some. "you look fine, don't worry. besides, that's better than what half the other people in here are wearing." percy didn't even know if some of the outfits in here were even classified as clothes, she can't recall seeing so many half naked bodies at once it was almost overwhelming. 'remind me again why i let you talk me into going tonight.' percy thought to xylona. 'lighten up, it's good for you to interact with more people than just the pack sometimes. just try and have fun.'
percy found herself going back to when vee mentioned kremont not being here yet and grew curious, staring to scan for him in the crowd. her height helped, but all of the faces got blurred together so easily under the flashing lights. she decided she'd go and look for him in a few minutes if he didn't turn up.
'just try and have fun.'
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[div style="width: 250px; height: 221px; overflow: auto; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px;"][div style="width: 250px; min-height: 221px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; font-family: work sans light, arial; font-size: 8pt; color: #ccc; line-height: 1.2;"]Offering a small smirk to Percy, Tommy shrugged and replied, "I was chattin' up a few chicks ova' there," He gestured briefly over his shoulder. "But they's a bunch a' dumb broads." More like they rejected him, but he would never admit that. "So I came ova' here to see what you were doin'." Next to arrive was another fellow packmate, Vervain. Tommy had talked to her much more than Percy, and she was quite cool. She liked some of the music he liked ( although her tastes tended to be more... "trippy" than his ). Raising his bushy eyebrows, Tommy greeted, "Ey, Vee." He glanced down at the outfit that she dismissed as distasteful, and he shook his head, "Don't sweat it. It's not a big deal, anyways." "At least not for us."
Tommy noticed a crowd filtering into the middle. What he could only describe as "superhuman senses" began to ( tingle ) in his fingertips, in his toes. His chocolate-brown eyes narrowed as he locked his gaze onto what he now recognized as the Lunars Alpha. He pursed his lips, squeezing his empty fist into a ball "Great. Look who's here." The Solar muttered. "Attack them. Attack them." To his wolf's dismay, Tommy tried to suppress his presence and instead promptly ignored his gravelly voice ringing in his ears. "Do you not remember what they did to me? Did to us? Snap their necks, throw them in a ditch, like the dogs they are." He huffed and turned behind him for a moment, grabbing another Jim Beam from the bartender. After that, he took a swig of his caramel-colored beverage, hoping that a little buzz would help drown out the voice inside. This certainly wasn't normal, especially when he was right next to a human girl who was eyeing him up-and-down.
Before he could even think about striking up a conversation with her, while he quickly emptied his drink into his throat. He had more important matters to focus on right now. Tommy slowly made his way back towards Vee and Percy, his hardened gaze never leaving that of Richie. Since he was Kremont's to confront, all he could do was sit back and observe. The Lunars... in his territory ( or what he considered to be his, anyways ). Anytime he saw a Lunar show their face here, he never failed to take them out back and strangle them onto the ground. However, tonight he couldn't do that. He had to restrain himself with ever fibre of patience he had ( and his patience was running very thin ).
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[table] TOMMY G. DEVITO
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the jersey boy
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RICHIE
[I]AIN'T IT A GENTLE SOUND THE ROLLING IN GRAVES | [b]"Don't you think you've had enough?" Richie asks, hoping to lighten the space between them if not anything else. It wouldn't be easy as there was a subject left undiscussed since the night before.
Andy naturally was the first person he'd went to when the news had been delivered. There was plenty of other people he could have approached, such as his closest friend Ivan, or even Arabella. Both would have been levelheaded within their responses, Ivan's unceremonious disposition a welcoming invitation to just . . . [I]forget, if only for awhile. But that's the thing: he didn't want to. Not confronting a tough situation was what he'd done the last twenty-one years of his life, with faux promises once the time came, he'd be ready. But he's not ready and he's angry and that's the thing about Andy— [I]red seeped through every aching part of her soul like a house fire set to explode. It's nothing he'd usually encourage, that was Kävik's forte, but once he'd arrived at her doorstep with sentiment instead of lust he feared he'd given an already wrong impression. And now between them, it was just awkward.
It makes it no better that the Solars arrive, and naturally, those who don't got no association with pack drama and are genuinely there for a good time part ways for them. Humans around here don't have to know what you are to know who you are. Vail, Colorado was far too small for to be unmindful of that.
"On second thought," Slamming the shot glass he had on the counter, he eases it closer to the bartender with his fingers. "'nother round for me and this one." His chin juts towards Andy. Once the bartender takes their glasses, his eyes are back on Andy.
[color=beige]'Isn't she pretty?' The familiar voice of Kävik challenged. She was. Not only that, but despite Richie's lack of romantic feelings for her, he did care about her. it's what made the situation harder to swallow. Despite Richie's lack of romantic feelings for her, he did care about her. "Don't worry." Is all he could muster, something that was much harder to solidify upon an expected approach. At least the alcohol is given to assuage the impact.
"Are you Kremont?"
What other Solar would be approaching him?
[I]'Look at him,' Kävik growled. 'Pathetic.' Richie's expression falls stoic. Sometimes he forgets that his subtle responses to Kävik transitioned to those around him.
"This is Andy." He said, jutting his thumb towards her as he slides around in the barstool.
For the first time, he notices how uncomfortable Kremont looks, almost as if he'd never been in a social setting. Richie could at least confirm that he'd never seen the other in one in his years of partying. He can't help it, he cracks a small smile. "Not your thing?" He asks. He doesn't allow the other to answer before he's calling out his next order, "Water please!" Winking at the Solar Alpha to-be, he spins the chair back around, taking a sip from his own cup.
He had no choice but to be act as if he were anything other than miserable. For his pack. | [/table]
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BENJI
[I]DOMINGO EN FUEGO I THINK I LOST MY HALO I DON'T WHERE YOU ARE | God, she was annoying.
There are times that Benji wonders what it would have been like if he didn't end up with the ancestry. For one, he doubt he'd be in this nunnery. He knew, in the end, there weren't many options. Outside of their mom, who did they have? Not anyone really, or at least as far as both kids are concerned. Their mother never talked about their father, and every time the subject was brought up, it was quickly dismissed. [b]( Nora would deny it, but Benji was almost positively sure they were a mistake. ) All they really had was each other, but there is times like this when he would be willing to roll the dice in living in a box with only ramen noodles to eat every other week. At least then he wouldn't have to wear all black on certain days to maintain an aesthetic.
"I [I]know where I'm going, but I'm not telling you." Not as if that would work. When it came to reading minds, Nora was like an Encyclopedia, she happened to know everything. It didn't help that they harbored the "twinpathy". It only gave her more an opportunity to know what was on his mind when she chose. Him, too, but he wasn't interested in stu(dying) to her extent.
It's all she seemed to do for some reason.
"To get food." He'd rather take the satisfaction in telling her rather than her scraping his mind like a wild animal. "I'm kind of tired of having government food. The shit is gross." And plus the café in which he went to were vulnerable to the kids like him. The last time he went, he'd been given a whole meal. He swears that lady is convinced that this place was an orphanage rather than a school. "Maybe instead of being Ivy's overseer, you come with me. Swear to you, it's a blast." He doesn't really want her to come, but it'd be better than any dictation of his life.
And he guesses he misses her.
Since they'd grown accustomed to their place within this shithole they became more distant than ever. | [/table]
[align=center][font=arial][I]so, i heard the world doesn't revolve around me /:
Hoot loves your aesthetics
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VERVAIN
[I]LITTLE DARLING. HERE COMES THE SUN, AND I SAY ITS ALL RIGHT | [b]"ugh gross Vee, she's smiling at you. Quick, turn around and leave before you get to close."
[i]Ugh, would you shut up! She's my best friend, I don't know why you don't like her, makes no sense. Vervain rolled her eyes as she pushed through the crowd, apologizing as she bumped into not one, not two, but three people and effectively causing them to slosh their alcohol onto themselves. She smiled sheepishly at them and continued on her way, it was just a bit of alcohol is was bound to spill sometime right? The red haired girl shrugged to herself, still ignoring the wolf within her that was making derogatory comments towards her best friend. She frowned, not liking that particular statement and snarling at Freki just before she reached her two pack mates. Freki quieted herself down after that, for the sake of Vee and Vee only.
"Babes how are you? Hello Xy." She winked at Percy, a playful grin on her face. The two girls never understood why their inner wolves hated one another, it was quite strange to have a friend you love with all your heart and your inner wolf, half of who you are, not be able to stand them. But the girls worked through it, it wasn't that hard and it was always fun to annoy their wolves with it. Vervain blinked in thanks at Percy's dismissal of what she was wearing. Hey, as long as someone approved of it right?
Vervain turned her eyes to Tommy who agreed with Percy, what she was wearing was fine. "See, told you it'd be fine. You should have gone barefoot, makes it easier for you to get around." Vervain giggled at Freki, shaking her head slightly and trying to keep from talking to her other half. This was her social time, she had spent all day with Freki (technically, she was always with Freki so). "Thanks Tommy." She smiled warmly at him. She watched as he flitted away for another drink, sensing the tension that was brewing within him. Freki bristled when she smell reached her, keeping her guard up in fear that Vee would do something reckless, like jump in the middle of a fight if one were to start and sing kumbaya.
When Tommy returned a moment later to her and Percy, Vee gently touched his shoulder and squeezed, her way of saying its going to be okay. She knew it probably wouldn't work, Tommy wasn't the kind of person to just get rid of this tense anger that was welling inside him, but she still liked to be a calming presence. Not only because she didn't want a fight to break out, but also because tonight was a huge night for both packs, and for their respective future leaders. Speaking of. Vervain caught the scent of Kremont as soon as he entered the building. She turned her head and watched him make his way through the club, getting thrown in and out and turned all around by the crowd. She frowned in concern, involuntarily stepping towards the direction he was heading - straight for the Lunars.
Vervain hersel wasn't too stressed out by the meeting, though Freki made her be cautious and observant of everyone's feelings. She needed to keep an eye on things, she really did hate seeing fights break out over nothing. Freki didn't mind, but she also didn't want Vee jumping in to a fight she didn't need to be a part of - something she'd definitely do.
"Do you guys think we should go to Kre? I'm sure he's nervous, I would be..."
Vervain didn't make any further movements to leave Percy and Tommy and join Kremont, but she did keep an eye on him. Any clue he gave them that he wanted them by his side? She'd be there. Ready. | [/table]
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[I]NORA
[I]I SAID, HEY, GIRL WITH ONE EYE I'LL CUT YOUR LITTLE HEART OUT 'CAUSE YOU MADE ME CRY | God she's annoying.
Nora grinned wider at Benji, she didn't know why but she loved getting under his skin. Honestly, she probably just likes getting under everyone's skin. It made her feel more in control. Strange, but true. Just knowing she had the ability to make someone shiver in annoyance or to see the way their eyes flash at her like they might try to stop her. As if. She was uncontrollable, she wouldn't stop poking and pestering, she needed to know everything, like an insatiable hunger that could never be satisfied.
Nora snorted at her brother. She didn't need him to tell her where she was going, if he wanted to stay quiet about it he could but it wouldn't stop her from figuring it out. She always knew, she could always figure it out. If her powers didn't help her, then their twinthapy certainly would. And, as if on cue, Benji did end up confessing where he was going. It was like he read her mind or something. Honestly, he just knew her that well. He knew how she was, that she'd do whatever it took to know what her brother was doing. All. The. Time.
Her dark eyes flashed briefly, tapping her chin in thought. She knew she was going to say yes, but she lived for a little bit of dramatic flair. Her eyes sparkled a little more when she looked back at him, staring him down. The two of them used to be so close, they really had. And it was her fault they weren't that way. The voices that kept her up at night and plagued her dreams when she finally fell asleep, plagued her relationships as well. She couldn't focus on hanging out with her brother because she had to get better, be better, be stronger, be perfect. Be ready. For what? She had no clue, she was still figuring it out.
[b]"Alright, I'll come. But we better be back before everyone else, I am not getting my practicing priveleges taken away again... but uh, let's go because I'm hungry too." | [/table]
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