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Simon Oliver Reed Medic Assistant || M || Mentions: Raven, Mosi, Angela (ind.) (additional tag alongs are welcome) He was relieved to have gotten a few a few text replies to his invite and had done a little jog-run to the door. He was eager to get out and get some fresh air. He always tended to get emotional during tension in the house, and it was best he removed himself before it got to that point. Luckily, Briar and Ikaris' feud was - hopefully - done for the night. He had hoped they'd have a speedy resolution, and that the discomfort the house faced from their spat would be dissolved. + Simon's keys jingled in his pocket as he had booked it towards his white Kia Soul. It was luckily at the end of the driveway, not boxed in around other vehicles. The giant's brown eyes glanced at his phone again after hearing its notification hum. Angela wanted some snacks, and he was more than happy to provide. Snacks tended to ease tension on their own a lot of the time, maybe everyone just needed to stuff their faces in candy and popcorn and just breathe easy for the rest of the night. They all deserved some fun, and it'd felt like forever since the whole clan was hanging out. He wondered if Frankie would make an appearance; the newbie tended to self isolate in her bedroom with a pile of books around her bed. + | Simon: Got it. I'm out front whenever you guys are ready. 🥰 6:45pm. Delivered. | + His hands patted on the roof of his car as he awaited his confirmed riders. He'd let them decide if they'd walk or if he'd drive, and kicked some rocks around in the meantime. The fresh air was already soothing his tension, and felt his broad shoulders soften and slump at his sides. A few deep breaths of nighttime air always felt so pure in his lungs. His back leaned against the car to admire the sky. |
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Tori O'Connor Werewolf - Pack Member - Mentions: Raven, Mosi, Simon Tori took note of the slip of Raven's facade and raised an eyebrow but based on the earlier events, she wasn't going to push the issue. She took a few more bites of her food while nodding to Raven's words. That was something that Tori would agree with, that wet fur does not smell very good. Her eyes moved down to her phone skimming the messages and she did a quick reply to Simon's text saying that she would be tagging along to get snacks. It wouldn't hurt to get out of the house at least for a few moments, spend time with other pack members and give space for people to clear their heads. She stood up while gathering up Raven's plate and headed to the kitchen. "I would be up for a walk Raven, or we could take my bike, either way I will meet you outside." Tori set both plates down in the kitchen sink watching the interaction between Angela and Briar before making her way to the front of the house. She stepped out with her hands resting in her pocket forgetting for a moment that she had left her phone sitting on the couch. Normally she wouldn't let the thing out of her sight but her hands had been full and her mind occupied with other things. The screen lit up on her phone showing a few words from a number only listed as A-Hat but the message was pretty clear that it was smooth talking and trying to get a response. Tori offered a smile to Simon and Mosi once she was outside and moved to sit on her bike waiting to see who else would be joining the group. "If needed I can bring one extra person with my bike. Though hopefully they don't mind being close as that is pretty much the only way to stay on if you aren't used to it." Her arms moved to fold across her chest enjoying the cool air of the evening. |
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Raven | F | Beta | M: Tori, Simon, Mosi Raven nodded at Tori's response, letting a short, "Thanks," slip out as Tori took her plate. She got up before noticing that Tori had left her phone behind. She chuckled, Tori wasn't one to leave her phone behind. Oh well, she would take it to her. Raven was about to pick it up when the screen lit up. She read through it, being a little nosy even for herself before raising an eyebrow. A-Hat. What a funny name. The text itself was flirtatious and Raven hid a smile.
Well, that could spark some conversation later. Tori had a boyfriend. Or a wanted-to-be boyfriend. She could only wonder what trouble he had already caused to gain the name A-Hat. Grinning like a Siamese cat, she picked up the phone before heading out, making sure her own phone was in her pocket. Making it outside, she headed towards where Tori was on her bike. She honestly loved the motorcycle and would rather that than the car most times. The wind through her hair felt like she was running through the woods.
Reaching Tori, she handed her the phone. "I believe you got a text." Raven said with a playful wink before heading towards Simon and Mosi. "You can drive on over to the town if you want. I might hitch a ride back if so. I think I'm just going to take a walk for the first stretch and meet you there." She said with a smile to the two of them before something caught her eye. A movement in the trees disappeared when she looked that way, perhaps she would take a look before heading towards town.
The walk would do her well too. She would probably get tired of the nighttime air and shift, running the rest of the way. Nothing like a good run on a good night. And then she could relax in a movie with packmates. Perfect. She looked back at Simon for a moment before heading towards the woods, pausing to wait for them to move out. |
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༺ Mosi Kana′tĭ ༻
Scout • 24 Female • M: pack members, Raven(dir) • The chill of the rain in the distance barely touched Mosi's skin thanks to the radiating warmth of being a shifter. Tori, Simon, and Raven all seemed to be the ones going on the snack run. If anyone else was coming they hadn't led onto it yet. It was nearing 7 pm and still no reply from Frankie. She was a bit worried but knew that her friend could handle herself. • Walking towards Simons Kia Soul she held back a chuckle. He really picked the most human car possible. Seeing the over six foot tall shifter male stand next to the little cube of a car was comical at best. However it indeed fit his gentle energy she thought as she moved to the passenger door. Content to ride shotgun and hopefully get the aux. • Hearing that Raven intended on walking she spoke up. "If you're gonna walk be careful, on patrol earlier something felt off. Keep an eye out" • She warned over the click of the car doors locks being deactivated. Her hand resting on the handle. Tori seemed to be going the bike route which Mosi understood completely. Glancing towards her own motorcycle parked nearby. Before sliding into her seat in the car. Snagging the cord that controlled the aux. Mosi began scrolling through her music as she waited for Simon to get in the car. Selection the Måneskin cover of The Killers song Somebody Told Me. Pausing it until they left. |
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Edited at November 2, 2022 12:39 PM by Ravensrun
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Simon Oliver Reed Medic Assistant || M || Mentions: Tori, Raven, Mosi Simon seemed genuinely happy, and met Tori's smile with a grin of his own. There was little time to chat, because shortly after, Raven had bounded outwards. He had wanted to question Tori about what had started the feud in the kitchen, but his curiousity was dismissed to the back burner. He was happy that they were all getting out for some fresh air. "Alright, just be careful," Simon warned like a protective father, and clattered his keys against his palm. "If you get tired and need us to pick you up, we can backtrack," he offered, and darted his attention to Mosi, who was slipping into the passenger seat. He mirrored her motions after a quick wave of his hand to the other women. + Simon's head grazed the ceiling of his car so much that some of the fabric top was starting to get worn down. His hair was all staticy from the friction, and stuck up in whispy little strands. He took a moment to settle into his seat and glanced at Mosi's music selection. Perfect taste; he could always count on miss Mosi to be the DJ. + "Do you know what the deal was with Ikaris, Tori, and Briar?" He had asked promptly after his door had swung shut. His doey brown eyes were wide with interest, Simon loved to gossip and all of juicy details included. His car had hummed to life, and he pulled out of the driveway and onto the back roads with familiar ease. He watched the road and rubbed over his heavy eyes. He planned the event tonight, but damn, he was getting tired. He'd need a coffee or something from the shop. |
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Shadow Dresden | M | Loner | M: Ikaris(ind), Pack members(ind) Shadow had reached the cabin right as a few members had walked outside. Ducking into the bushes, he made his way around the cabin, only brushing a few times against some branches. He got to the back of the cabin just as he heard an engine start. Good, they were leaving. This might be a bit easier than expected. Shadow waited a few more moments before setting the box down. He shifted, crouching down to look out from the forest. He touched his mask once, making sure it was still in place before sitting down.
Ugh, what has that girl gotten him into? He knew she couldn't know he was a lone werewolf but still; she knew how to push his buttons. Apparently, she could push this werewolf's buttons too. He sat there for a moment contemplating before sighing. He made his way over to the door quietly before peeked in a window. Only a few in the kitchen. He'd be gone by the time they opened the door. Setting the package down at the door, he picked up a couple pebbles before quickly moving back into the woods.
He threw one, two, then three pebbles, hearing them bounce off the door. The third one accidentally bounced off the window. Eh- good enough. Shadow backed up, shifting quickly before heading into the woods. He kept himself at a sprint, relying on speed rather than stealth. If he circled around in a wide circle, he would get to the back roads to town. Once to the town, it would be easy to blend in and get back to the cabin. . .
Raven Samara | F | Beta | M: Shadow, Open Raven watched as Simon turned out of the driveway before heading towards the trees. Nothing looked very disturbed so she sighed, she was seeing things. She shifted, taking a few minutes to get everything in order when a scent hit her. Clover and garlic. What an odd pair together. The thing that confused her was that garlic wasn't around the cabin. That was farther down where the training clearing and river was close to town. So what was this...
Raven followed the scent around the cabin before hearing the knock on wood. She flicked an ear that way to hear the window ping before looking towards the forest. Nothing. She started padding that direction, taking note that there was now a box on the back porch. She scanned the forest again, this time spotting a shadow cross a bush before the silhouette of a wolf disappeared deeper into the woods.
A loner. This close to home base. Her ears flattened, flicking once to the cabin before back. Her throat closed up though. The size of that wolf...was the same size as him. Just a peek, that's all she needed. She wasn't seeing ghosts. No such thing. She released a breath before sprinting after the wolf, not even bothering to hide herself. He wasn't either, she could hear the crackle of branches being stepped on. At this rate, she wouldn't catch him. Unless she took a shortcut-she thought through it fast before turning off, her wolf form being seen on the road now. At least it wasn't too clearly and she was behind Simon a bit. |
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☾ Ikaris V. Ravik ☽
werewolf ⋆ alpha male ⋆ mentions: Shadow, Briar, Elle (all indirect)
After standing under the scalding water for a few minutes, Ikaris finally gave in and snapped out of it, mumbling to himself as he washed his hair and body, scrubbing a bit harder than he needed to, leaving red marks behind that would disappear before he'd fall asleep tonight. In the moment it felt good. He didn't have that subtle itch that reminded him of her vice grip, instead he had a steady and controlled stinging sensation, a light burn to make him concentrate. Once he felt like he was clean and free of her intoxicating sweet smell, Ikaris got out of the shower and dried his body a bit lazily, leaving his skin and air a bit damp. He'd dry off within 30 minutes, so he could honestly care less.
Deciding to skip out on putting a shirt on, Kari threw his ash grey hoodie on and with hit he pulled on a dark pair of sweatpants. When his foot grazed his phone that laid on the floor, the alpha sighed and picked it up, watching as the small light in the corner blinked, letting him know he most certainly had a message, probably Elle trying to guilt trip him into leaving the pack tonight- or maybe she sent a message saying something like 'no worries! another time?'. He wasn't sure and he really didn't want to open his messages if it was her.
The silence within the pack house let him know that Simon had successfully gotten some of the pack members to go with him on the snack run. It was probably best considering all of the tension that seemed to swallow the house earlier. Before he could sit back down on his bed, the sound of something hitting the front door caught his attention, his brows knitting together slightly as he fought to remember if there was anyone who was supposed to visit today. So, with a dramatic sigh, Kari walked out of his room and downstairs, the smell of... garlic? Hitting his nose. There was no way anyone was cooking anything, so it must've been whatever had hit the door.
Upon opening the wooden door, it became evident that pebbles had been thrown at it. The ones that were used laid not too far from the door. Then, something caught his eye. Sitting near the door was a box, a variety of smells hovering around it, but the smell of vanilla stabbed his nose like a knife to his heart. Her. What the hell was she doing? Did she sneak out here all by herself to drop it off? Or did someone else drop it off? The later option seemed to be the most logical when everything outside was considered- that and Elle would've tried to weasel her way inside. With steady breaths, Ikaris picked up the box and went back inside of the house, closing the door behind him as he walked inside and walked back up to his room.
Too afraid to open it now, he slid the box under his bed and plopped down on the foot of his bed, his hands immediately finding comfort in each other as he clasped them together, occasionally rubbing one hand with the opposite hand's thumb. What could he do until they returned from the snack run? Briar would likely get upset at him if he tried drink the bourbon that was stashed away, and he'd definitely not fancy the idea of Ikaris beating a punching bag downstairs until his blood painted it and his knuckles.
(eek, shitty post from me. I wanted to try and throw something out here just in the off chance I really won't be able to hop on for the next four days <3) |
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Calloway Royce II Lead Vampire || M || Mentions: Rosaria, open He had downed the rest of the blood in his glass and inhaled deeply with black sooty smudges all over his face and clothes. There was nothing Rosaria could say that would make anything any better, so he stood up abruptly and pushed his chair in a bit too forcefully, which had caused a deep smacking noise to excite the air between them as wood had met countertop. "I'm headed out," he told her flatly, and glanced at his second with his ghostly gray eyes. He wouldn't give any explanation; he usually didn't. Calloway's lips broken apart and brows raised, but whatever he was about to say quickly fell to pieces in his mind. While he took a step backwards, his nimble hands started to unbutton his shirt as he backpaced towards his room. "Don't wait up."
+ A shower had almost taken all of the burnt smell off of his skin, but it had removed all of the ash. A spray of cologne, a pair of fresh black chinos that were tailored perfectly for his legs, cognac brown leather loafers, a form-fitted white button down, and an electric blue power jacket were what put him together. A night out was what he needed, what he craved. Whenever he was in a rough point in life, his hands always turned to substances to numb the pain, and tonight was no different. There was a bar he passed by on the main stretch nearly every day, and tonight he'd see if the bartender was any good. He jutted his jaw as he tucked his wallet, keys, and a knife into his pockets. + By the time is black Jaguar pulled into the parking lot, the sun was almost dead. His tongue skimmed over his fangs as he dramatically stepped from his car door, clapped his hands together, and looked up towards the moon. Tonight would be wild. He needed it. Craved it. He has just enough blood in his system to keep cool among the prey inside, but he would take more if he could lure someone easy away. With his pompous, playboy attitude mixed with his vampire's seduction, he was all too confident in his abilities in getting someone to leave with him. + "Surprise me," he told the bartender as his forearms rested against the counter. He scanned the room as he waited for his drink, searching for his target. A few of the women off to the side had potential. The one could barely keep her head upright with how hammered she was. The edges of his lips twitched into a smirk as he imagined her hand in his own, whispering promises of what their night together had in store into his ear, as he'd lead her to the secluded alleyway behind the building to make a quick meal out of her neck in the dark. He's shoulders involuntarily shuddered as he imagined his fangs piercing through her skin and into her arteries. + The clatter of his drink on the counter was what brought the hunter back to reality, and he dismissed the bartender with a nod before he raised the glass to his lips. Cheers. |
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Tori O'Connor Werewolf - Pack Member - Mentions: Raven, Mosi, Simon, Ikaris (ind), Cal (ind) Tori raised an eyebrow in confusion as Raven walked up to her but the confusion quickly disappeared as Raven stated Tori had gotten a text. One hand went to her pocket to check for her phone while the other hand reached out and took the phone from Raven. "Thank you. Thought I had put it back in my pocket before standing up." Shame caused the blush to creep into her cheeks as her eyes quickly scanned the message before she placed it within her pocket. She then looked over to Mosi and Simon before speaking again. "I will meet you guys in town. That way we have more room for snacks since you know how much we all like to eat." She pushed away from her bike and started towards the house. "I just have to grab my jacket. I want to have as much protection as I can while riding. Better to be safe than sorry." With that, she stepped into the house pulling out her phone quickly typing up a reply to the message as she headed to her room. Even though his words did still have an effect on her heart, her mind was combatting the emotion with the memory of what he had done to her. Sometimes she wondered if it had been just a bad mistake and that Grayson did still have feelings for her. She stepped into her quiet room and picked up her jacket from the bed before slipping it on as she left the room once more. A part of her hesitated at her doorway looking over towards Ikaris' room and pushed her to go knock to make sure her friend and Alpha was okay. She took a few hesitant steps but decided against in, instead sending a test to him asking if he would want to talk later. She appreciated when people left her alone in her room and she had a feeling he felt the same way. Once she was back down the steps and outside by her ride. She picked up her helmet that she had set on the seat and slid it over her head very thankful that it had built in earphones. She pulled her phone out once more to put on some music before getting on her bike and starting the beast up. Of course she would meet up with Simon, Raven, and Mosi in town but she also wanted some time to gather her thoughts away from the group. She turned the bike around, cautious to not kick up any rocks towards the house, and lifted her feet from the ground as she gave the machine gas to head into town. She wasn't that far behind Simon's car and she watched it come into view as she kept driving. A movie night with the pack was a good idea and maybe would help everyone begin to rebuild friendships/get to know each other better. Her own thoughts wandered as instead of taking the turn to head towards the store, she took the turn to head towards the bar knowing she would have a little privacy there. It had become a rare occurance that Tori would even step foot inside the bar over the past few months as she had been going straight home after work, too exhausted to deal with even more of the general public. Surprisingly there was a parking spot just in front of the door to the bar that Tori quickly snatched up, rolling into it before putting down the kickstand and killing the purr of the engine. Tori was aware that she would get looks, well rather stares, from certain people as it wasn't always common for the redhead to ride the beast of a bike that she had. She removed her helmet and ignored one of the catcall whistles as she clipped it to the latch on her handle, which helped lock the handles in place, and pulled out her key and smaller wallet, slipping them into her pockets as she pushed open the well worn door. The mixture of sweat, booze, and trace amounts of smoke filled her nose as she offered a few waves and flirtatious smiles while walking towards the bar. There was a different scent that became stronger the closer she got to the wooden bar and she sat down after unzipping her coat on one of the stools. "Irish Whiskey...neat." A knowing smile on her lips as she watched the bartender turn to get her own drink before looking around the bar and those close to her. Her eyes landed on a particularly blonde being and she raised an eyebrow for a moment before moving her attention back to the bartender with the same smile as before. "Thank you." She lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip knowing that it wasn't a common request. Not many liked the stuff but she could tell it was her father's brand of whiskey just from how smooth and rich the flavor of it was. A hint of home, yet strong enough to put some on their asses real quick. |
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