Tori O'Connor | Hunter | Mentions: Ikaris & Carson

Her brows furrowed hearing Ikaris' sigh though she didn't open her eyes. "Something is on your mind..." Slowly her eyes opened as she waited for his response. Even with how nice it felt to be sitting close to her friend, a memory flashed to the front of her mind and she sat up shaking her head for a moment as she pulled away.

Regret at her sudden change filled her and she turned to look at Ikaris with her apology on her lips but stopped when Carson entered her doorway. He cleared his throat to announce his presence and Tori's attention turned towards her brother. "I wanted to make sure you were alright as it seems everyone has been running around with saying little other than we have lost a member." His gaze travelled towards Kari and he raised a speculative eyebrow at his sister who averted her gaze and attempted to be looking for her possibly lost contact.

"If you want to talk to Sydney, she is in the med room, Kari. I do understand if you want to get other items taken care of, just let me know what you need me to do. I can stay in the med room or help get things ready for Kline." His monotone voice brought Tori's attention back to him and his gaze softened seeing the turmoil that was raging within her own gaze. A mixture of regret, anger, fear, and memory all danced within that turmoil and Tori stood wiping her hands on her pants absent mindedly as if there was something on them that wasn't there, but only she could see.

The slight movement wasn't missed by her older brother and worry creased his brow until Tori was holding up a pillow from her bed acting as though she was going to throw it. Carson only shook his head before turning and headed down the stairs to the main living room, looking around to see who all was still about the pack house.

Tori set the pillow back down on her bed and let out the breath that she had been holding. "It is probably for the best that we don't stay hidden up here. With everything going on, perhaps we should get back to the group. Maybe see who all needs help."

Tomas Basco-Serrano | 14 | Medic Assistant | Mentions: n/a

Tomas was a creature of habit, and accordingly, he was currently occupying one of his usual haunts: the pack's couch. He enjoyed the couch situated in the living room, but despite the cool weather and the outside elements, he found himself lounging around on the balcony more frequently. It was cozy on the balcony with the fire pit and swing, and of course it was raised, being on the second floor. On some subconscious level, he probably realized that being slightly higher up was a more advantageous position, but mostly he liked it because it was out of the way.

It had been a turbulent couple of weeks since he arrived, so much so that he was beginning to question whether he ought to slip away and find another place to reside. The pack had seemed so capable and stable at first, and he'd begun to slowly warm up to their presence, even making himself a useful asset to the pack when the rare mood struck. But then the death - no, or was it murder - of a pack member had shaken him.

He hadn't known Kline well, but the sudden slaughter still threw him for a loop. The pack had changed now, become fragile. A fist curled in silent anger as he picked aggressively at a tuft of fuzz sticking from a small tear in the couch's fabric. It was that monster, whatever it was. That unknown threat lurking in the wood threatened to dissolve the pack he'd just found. It was another reminder that he couldn't allow himself to grow comfortable and complacent.

Then again, it would probably be more dangerous to set out into the woods solo than to stick around with the pack. At least they had numbers on their side. Tomas avoided relying on others, but he'd be stupid to overlook the simple fact that the pack had protectors, people like Ikaris and Carson and Tori to stand together and take their vengeance.

Mindlessly, he continued digging persistently at the couch and let his gaze wander across the chilly, budding landscape. He could smell rain on the wind, and the distant promise of snow. It was cool outside, but he told himself that he couldn't feel it under his navy blue hoodie as he tucked his legs beneath him.

What had happened last week - well, it wasn't his grief to share. It affected him in some ways, but he couldn't pretend to care that much when he just...didn't. Since the run in with the beast, Tomas had felt like an outsider watching something intensely private, which he was. Up until then, he had been coming out of his shell a bit and spending a lot of time within the house rather than on the balcony, but afterwards, he had resumed the habit of squirreling himself away to give the pack some much-deserved privacy.

He gave a hard yank on the stuffing poking from the couch, then let the bit of fluff float to the ground, where it joined a small pile he'd already extracted. What did they know about the beast already? Was it a day time creature, or a night stalker like a wolf? These details could matter if he did try to make it on his own again. A nail caught on the tear in the fabric, enlarging it to the size of a nickel as he mused to himself about hypothetical plans, "It wouldn't be so bad, s'ppose."

Tori O'Connor | Hunter | Mentions: Tomas, Grayson (Ind)

Tori was currently sitting crosslegged on the couch with her laptop resting in her lap. Her eyes focused on the screen as her fingers moved along the keyboard. She had been trying to do some research along with keeping in contact the least amount with her father. Her hair was up in a messy bun while her glasses rested on her nose. Usually by this time in the day, she would have put her contacts in but she had spent a good portion of the day on her computer and her glasses made that work easier on her eyes.

She was also wearing a pair of leggings and a crop top t-shirt. A bit of guilt still lived in her mind even though the incident had been a week ago. A frustrated groan left her as she leaned back closing her computer. She felt like she had just hit dead end after dead end and news of the fact that her father had stated that Grayson was coming to visit the pack as an act of showing that they are still on friendly terms.

Tori's anger had bristled when she had read the words and the memory of the last time she had seen the man flashed before her eyes. She leaned forward to set her computer on the coffee table and stood up before moving over to the kitchen, reaching into the fridge to grab a beer. Tori returned to her seat on the couch and lifted her glasses after opening her drink and pinched the bridge of her nose after taking a sip.

It was often if she would drink, unless she was trying to keep the monster that she called her anger within check. She let out a deep breath as she closed her eyes just listening to the various sounds of the house around her.

Tori had been so absorbed in what she was doing, partially to the fact that she always put in her earbuds to drown out the world, that she hadn't noticed whe Tomas had arrived or what he was doing until she heard him speak. She lifted her head from resting on the back of the couch where she had been sitting and opened an eye looking at Tomas.

"What wouldn't be so bad?" She hadn't had many interactions with the boy as Carson but had noticed that he tended to keep to himself. At least she could take advantage of the situation and try to see if she could learn more about him.

Carson O'Connor | Medic | Mentions: Open

Carson was currently lost in his own little music filled paradise as he danced around the punching bag, getting his physical training in for the day. Granted he was listening to soft piano music, so at least on the outside it appeared he was listening to something that was keeping him pumped up instead of calming. Carson wiped a bit of sweat away from his brow before throwing a harder punch, catching the bag before it could swing back and knock him on his behind.

Normally Carson would have been finished with his workout but today he had gotten caught up with ordering new supplies that he had almost waited too long to get into the training room. He moved over to where he had set his towel down and picked it up along with his water bottle and rested the towel around his bare shoulders before taking a drink.

It wasn't much longer before he had wiped most of the sweat off of himself and slipped on his shirt before he was heading back to the main area of the house. He paused for a moment catching the scent of incoming moisture and made a mental note to double check the antibiotics and cold medicine just in case he needed to get on the phone again to order more.

He paused in the livingroom noticing his sister and Tomas and offered a quiet wave before disappearing towards the medical room. Normally he would have stopped but his mind was focused on checking supplies. There would be time to be social later and having enough supplies was more important to the taller man.

He stepped into the cooler room and took a deep breath, using it to set his shoulders back and release a bit of tension that had been residing. Finding out what the creature was that had attacked was always at the forefront of his mind as he worried everytime all of the members went out for a hunt or even just to do the normal patrols.

As much as he wanted to keep everyone safe within the walls of the pack house, that was a childish thought as they needed to patrol their land and have food in order to survive. They couldn't live in fear as that would only hurt the pack rather than help the pack grown and thrive.

Tomas Basco-Serrano | 14 | Medic Assistant | Mentions: Tori directly, Carson indirectly

It was easy to forget that, most of the time, he wasn't alone anymore. He'd grown so accustomed to silence and stillness that he occasionally started at the sound of his own voice, simply because he'd forgotten the tone after weeks of disuse. He simply let his motions and his surroundings do the talking for him, gladly slipping in and out of a rushing crowd of daily routines.

So when Tori spoke up to ask him what he'd been muttering about, he whipped around to face her, his expression somewhere between a little scared, and a little angry.

Tori was fully equipped with a can of beer and a laptop, her tattoos tracing intricate patterns down her arms, and her hair drawn back into a messy bun as if to increase her focus. Studying? Answering emails? Online shopping? Those were things that people liked to do in their free time, right? He eyed Tori's can of beer with interest as he tugged another tuft of stuffing free from the couch. After a few long seconds, he gave half a shrug and it seemed as though he was about to cozy up again without answering her question, but he paused.

It didn't matter, really. If Tomas really decided to leave the pack, he could and would find a way to make a quiet exit, as he had before. But...he liked them so far, he didn't want to have to run away. Again.

"Nothin'." He replied dismissively, the word rolling forward and off his tongue before he bothered to think of actually answering. It was one of his favorite words, and certainly his favorite one-word response. But again, Tori warranted more than an easy dismissal and a swift withdrawal. So, very deliberately, he added, "Being alone."

He instinctively shrank down in his seat as a figure flitted by at the corner of his vision. Almost immediately at his slight movement, his brain kicked in to scold him, warning, You're inside, idiot. There's no beast - or any other threats - inside this house.

It was just Carson, he realized quickly, and turned his head to follow the medic's path. Carson passed through the living room, giving a small wave as he went. Mostly because he was nosy, Tomas wanted to follow him to check in on whatever he was doing, but since nobody was actively bleeding last he'd heard, and he was a little curious about Tori, he stayed put.

Well, he stayed in the same room at least. He actually just maneuvered himself around so that he could almost see Tori's laptop screen. He might not have liked to talk about himself too much, but he'd gladly pry into other peoples' business if given the chance. "What are you doing? Did you find anything about the thing that attacked Kline?"