Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Jan 29, 2006 4:33:28 GMT
Kyle had, obviously, heard of, and seen charades. Never, though, had he played it. He'd watched the game, but never participated. Not only was that kind of relaxation not his strongest point, but he preferred to observe, and enjoy it that way.
He leaned back in his chair a little, blonde hair slipping across his brow just slightly as he listened to the ideas of play bounce back and forth. He offered Heidi a respectful, acknowledging smile, and glanced to Sissy as the young female offered her thoughts on the subject.
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Heidi
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
One step at a time; one hope, then another.
Posts: 300
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Post by Heidi on Jan 29, 2006 23:28:32 GMT
"All right." Heidi smiled at Sissy. "Well, unless any of you can think of anyone else we should invite to play, why don't we move this game into the television lounge? There's more space, we don't have to worry about the table being in our way." The suggestion was generally agreed upon, and so the group relocated to the big relaxation room off the lobby.
Continued in the TV Lounge with the rest of the charades gang
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Tina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
That solo's really long, but it's a pretty song.
Posts: 40
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Post by Tina on Feb 22, 2006 20:45:20 GMT
Sometimes, the dining room was just one of the quietest places she could find, and so, she sat there at the head of the table, reading through a book as she snacked on an apple. Many people believed werewolves only ate meat... which was absurd. If they were to rely solely on meat, they wouldn't get all the nutrients and benefits that fruits and vegetables provided. Of course, sometimes there simply wasn't anything more satisfying than a good, juicy steak, but some legends were just rubbish.
Light eyes scanning the neat print, she hummed to herself absently, enjoying the peace and quiet... of course, in this place, peace and quiet never usually lasted. She was waiting for some kind of crash. It was only a matter of time.
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Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Feb 25, 2007 0:44:55 GMT
The morning ritual was years old.
Kyle would never sleep late on any given day, but the full moons were especially strict for him. He would wake as dawn broke, head down to have some breakfast, collect the paper from outside the hotel’s door, and browse it from cover to cover in the dining room, unless something out of the ordinary happened; if that was the case, he would drop whatever he was doing, and head in to help.
Whether that was breaking up a scuffle between two youngsters from downstairs releasing pent-up frustration after a night’s confinement, or some other sort of ‘crisis’, Kyle was always ready. There he sat, turning the page, eyes scanning the text keenly, ears ‘pricked’ for sounds that might need his attention.
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Landon
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
There's no design no flaws to find.
Posts: 17
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Post by Landon on Feb 28, 2007 20:08:45 GMT
Continued from: The Kitchen.
She liked to sit down when she was eating, so she could fold her legs up underneath her. Landon shuffled over to an empty table, the bottoms of her oversized grey sweat pants slightly dirty from skimming the ground constantly. They were her 'favoured' pair and she wore shorts underneath them for the nights of the moon so that she could fold the long pants up in the corner and save them for the morning. They were a small shred of comfort against the agonies of the night, but a necessity to her. She couldn't explain why. Not that she'd need to.
Blonde hair fell over her shoulders, tangled and messy but Landon ignored it as she shuffled to get comfy in the chair, orange juice and Pop Tarts set out in front of her on the table. She had an oddly precise way of doing things for someone who seemed to care so little for what was going on around her, and she unfolded the kitchen towel, smoothed it out with her fingertips and then broke off an end of one of the sugary breakfast pastries. She looked down as she nibbled on it, absorbed in her own sullen little world.
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Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Feb 28, 2007 22:06:30 GMT
The ‘bodyguard’ looked up as a second person entered the dining room, his eyes leaving the page, abandoning a story about a human woman losing her child only to find him on the roof, playing with their pet cat; humans, he found, had become bizarre, and perhaps in some ways, even stupid. But he wasn’t right to judge them; that wasn’t his place. He remained in a world beyond their own, outside of it and not partaking. He preferred it that way, that detachment and separation.
Kyle watched Landon as much as was appropriate, and then respected her boundaries, breaking his eye-contact and looking back to his paper, reaching for his own glass of juice quietly. Taking a sip as he browsed a new page, he rustled the sheet as softly as possible, so he wouldn’t disturb the young female as she ate.
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Landon
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
There's no design no flaws to find.
Posts: 17
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Post by Landon on Mar 1, 2007 18:57:25 GMT
Landon looked up briefly. Kyle was already back to reading the newspaper and she was hardly going to bother him while he did that. It was a morning thing. Some people read the newspaper, some always had a shower first thing, some had to have breakfast before they even got changed. Everyone had their ticks. Everyone except Landon, rather she tried to hide her ticks and pretend she didn't have them, because if she did that meant she was getting comfortable here, settling into a routine. Settling full stop.
She gave a sigh to herself, swallowed a mouthful of orange juice and broke of another 'line' of Pop Tart to eat, breaking it down the middle and popping it into her mouth like that, eyes on the table, unfocused as she was lost in internal thoughts once more.
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Landon
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
There's no design no flaws to find.
Posts: 17
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Post by Landon on May 19, 2007 1:13:12 GMT
Landon nudged her pop-tart disinterestedly. She wasn't hungry anymore, she'd almost drained her OJ and eaten half of one of the pastries but her stomach wasn't working with her anymore. She wanted to face-plant right on the table's surface and just stay there all day but she supposed she had to do something. Sleep was probably unlikely, as convinced she had been that she'd just eat and then go to bed her body wasn't playing along. She was awake and apparently staying that way.
Maybe she'd play the violin for a while. Maybe she'd read. Either way she was going to go up to her room and hide in there ensconce herself behind the closed door with her music and her comfy silence. When she was alone nothing was expected of her, she didn't need to fit in, she didn't need to talk and laugh and joke like she was part of a family here. Because she wasn't. If she became part of this famiyl she was no longer part of her own... and as much as she had more or less hated her family growing up, and the twee rituals they had put her through, she didn't know if she could give that up.
Continued in; Landon's Room.
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Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Jul 20, 2007 19:50:48 GMT
Kyle had watched Landon leave with a quiet awareness in his expression. His glass of juice was almost empty, and he could smell bacon from the kitchen. His paper had been read cover to cover, surprisingly including ‘the funnies’, and he was now just taking up space when he didn’t need to. He was silent as he sat there, gazing down into the dregs of the orange juice in his glass, a thoughtful kind of light in his eyes.
He could go back into the kitchen and see about rustling up some kind of secondary breakfast, or at least refill his juice, or he could just head out of the area altogether and see what was going on in the training room. Or, perhaps he could go to bed. That was always a possibility. Perhaps he would just check up on Cole instead.
The problem was, of course, when one had too many options and nothing concrete to tip the scales in any direction, it was hard to come to any kind of solid decision.
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Wayne
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
They say nobody panic, help is on its way. We're already on it, you've got to be brave.
Posts: 35
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Post by Wayne on Dec 17, 2007 23:38:15 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
As opposed to working his way to his destination by moving through the kitchen as was usually the case, given the slowly swinging, connecting door between the two areas, Wayne had taken the more direct, intended route, having turned his way down and off the stairs just as one of the pack females, Tina if his nose wasn’t lying to him, emerged with something white in her hands, stride purposeful. Wayne had left her to her devices and continued on his way, moving the short distance to the doorway that led him, as promised, into The Hyperion’s dining room.
When he was about to cross the threshold, however, he paused, and showed a smile, his reasons for even heading to the dining room forgotten now at the sight of what lay before him. She occupied one table to herself, not with food but with resources, but it wasn’t the books or her apparent state of concentration that had caught his attention and spurred the smile into existence.
“I always thought werewolves didn’t need glasses.” Wayne’s voice was, as usual, gentlemanly, civil and even simply downright pleasant, things that seemed a little out of place in one of the pack’s fighters, but it was who he was; who he had always been. He was easily overlooked as a threat, and he actually preferred it that way.
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Rowena
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Midwife
Come with me; for alone I fear the tide.
Posts: 22
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Post by Rowena on Dec 18, 2007 5:04:01 GMT
Ever since the news of Dia's pregnancy Rowena had been spurred into action; not frantic or panicked, just action plain and simple. It had been a while since she had delivered a baby and she wanted to be prepared when the time came, even if it was still months away, she wanted to know when it came time for their pack to increase by one more number that she was ready to give the Alphas the best of her efforts. Rowena wanted to give the baby the best of her efforts.
So she had dug through her boxes and shelves and pulled out all her old books, all her old journals form the time she had spent in Scotland as the willing yet captive midwife of a remote pack, right through the years she had spent with Cole's pack and the few times her skills had been called upon for rogues or, less frequently, within the pack itself. The soft, leather bound books were staked up on the table, a couple of them open. In truth she had only ever really kept a journal with any regularity when she'd had a pregnant woman under her care. That was how she saw it, quietly of course, perhaps not as quietly as she imagined, but Dia and that unborn child were under her care in a manner of speaking. Since the first day the red head had actually started keeping her diary again. It was full of observations, weights and dates and things like that, her own thoughts were few and far between on the pages. Maybe they were less like diaries and more like logs.
On the very day she had found out she had even ordered a few of the new books she had been undecided over from Amazon, they had arrived in good time and Rowena had devoured them, adding them to her personal library of reference material, at least half of which was spread around her currently, post-it-notes poking out of some of the pages. Of course the mortal books didn't really have all the facts, or ever some of the right facts for their kind but they were a good start, and she had the experience to fill in the blanks.
It was only when Wayne spoke that she noticed she was no longer alone, her mind had been ticking over and her hand had been moving smoothly over the page. When she heard him though she looked up form her book, glasses perched on her nose, hair loosely tumbling over her shoulders as her pen hovered over the page. An easy smile came to her features, "They make me feel smart." She said, adjusting them slightly with her free hand as if to demonstrate.
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Wayne
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
They say nobody panic, help is on its way. We're already on it, you've got to be brave.
Posts: 35
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Post by Wayne on Dec 18, 2007 6:05:39 GMT
Wayne’s laugh was light and even polite in the way it sounded, his arms crossing for a moment as he entered the room, approaching the table she occupied as he said, “Feel free to not believe me, but I don’t think you need glasses to convince anyone of your intelligence.” His smile was honest, and he uncrossed his arms to lean over the table a little, browsing the materials without disturbing them, in case they were in some specific order, and his touching of them would disrupt her work. “This is all for the baby, then?” A pointless question if ever he had asked one, and the realisation made him chuckle almost sheepishly before he paused, hesitating, and then chose a seat for himself on the side of the table opposite from her, far enough away from the majority of her references and books and texts to keep from messing up whatever system she had.
Everything in its own way had a system, from a wolf’s morning routine to a fighter’s preparations before a ‘mission’, and of course, Rowena’s increasing readiness for the day when their Alpha female’s child decided enough was enough and it was time. Wayne regarded the organised chaos on the table, and smiled at the businesslike enthusiasm, nodding his head, almost wishing Cole, or Dia herself, would stroll in at that moment and see the effort being put in. It was more than admirable, in his mind, it was remarkable, and certainly no one could fault Rowena here, where her specialty came into play. She knew her stuff.
“Well, one thing can be said for certain,” he remarked, settling back in his chosen seat, hand loosely knotted. “The baby won’t be lacking for attention.”
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Rowena
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Midwife
Come with me; for alone I fear the tide.
Posts: 22
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Post by Rowena on Dec 19, 2007 5:12:31 GMT
Rowena gave a dip of her head and a gentle conciliatory smile to the fighter as he comment on her glasses, in truth she just liked them, the sensation of wearing them and had always had a pair of glasses hidden away in her room for when she felt the need to put them on, the lenses were plain glass of course, and she'd only ever needed them for reading music back in Scotland but there were just some things it seemed, she couldn't get over and even now she liked to slip on the glasses she was wearing when she sat down at the piano.
As the conversation turn to the books and the baby the red head smiled warmly, excitement obvious in her expression, even as she glanced down at the page she had been writing on in the leather bound journal. "Naturally." She said, the baby would probably be doted on in one way or another by everyone in the pack, the midwife had already caught sight of Nerys carrying material up to her room in what looked like the makings of a quilt. It was never too early to make preparations and plans. Rowena was thrilled that after all the pack had done for her, after everything that Cole and Dia had done for her, she could finally do something that seemed big enough to measure up to some sort of 'thank you'.
"I dug out my old journals," she continued, setting her pen down and leaning back in her seat with a sigh and a flex of her fingers with which she then gestured to the slightly crumpled set of books amidst the glossy, clean text books. A sigh passed through her as she settled back in her seat, "Feels like I'm studying for my certification again, you know, with a lycanthropic twist." The smile she wore though demonstrated the fact that she wasn't annoyed about that, not in the least, she was energized by it.
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Wayne
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
They say nobody panic, help is on its way. We're already on it, you've got to be brave.
Posts: 35
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Post by Wayne on Dec 19, 2007 5:53:53 GMT
Wayne was having a hard time comprehending how he could have known Rowena as long as he had, and never before seen her wearing spectacles that she didn’t actually need but apparently held sentimental value for. Personally, he found it endearing, but that was an opinion he would keep to himself unless prompted to share it. They all had their little quirks and habits after all, and some things were just kept quiet or secret or simply hidden without it being realised; after all, he was a pack fighter who owned — and knew how to use — a yoyo, so he could hardly tease the redhead about wearing glasses that were ultimately useless, could he?
It wasn’t hard to see that many of the pack, for their own reasons, were excited about the idea of having a baby around, one they could all teach and guide and love to their own degrees over the days, weeks, months and years that would follow, as the Alphas’ child grew into what Wayne was already sure would be an upstanding, strong pack member. It was only understandable that everyone was preparing now, what with werewolf pregnancies being considerably shorter in term than any human’s, even one who gave birth prematurely. And Wayne knew he was seated across from the no doubt undisputed expert on the field, at least in their corner of Los Angeles.
Following her indication, the male fighter smiled and nodded his head to acknowledge the books and papers, before his light eyes were once again landing on her face and taking in her enthusiasm, contained as it was for the most part. “Everyone’s getting excited,” he remarked rather unnecessarily; it was no secret, after all. “I keep trying to picture what Cole and Dia were like when they found out, but I can’t for some reason.” Wayne actually sounded amused by that, as if he had been trying to imagine them bouncing about the room, shouting and screaming in amazement, something that once again struck him as so absurd he almost couldn’t bite back a laugh.
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Rowena
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Midwife
Come with me; for alone I fear the tide.
Posts: 22
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Post by Rowena on Dec 27, 2007 1:29:42 GMT
Rowena smiled and inclined her head slightly in agreement. "There hasn't been a birth in the pack for years," she said casually, unable to suppress her obvious happiness at the idea that the fact was about to be changed in a few months; "it's an exciting time." For her it would be filled with studying for the most part, it wasn't like there was a shortage of material for her to go over and in the back of her mind, beneath the obvious delight, even exhilaration of the impending birth, there was worry. This was important, obviously so, and she felt responsible for the baby's well being in her own way if only because she was supposed to be the authority on lycanthropic births within the pack.
With a light laugh she nodded, thoughtfully. It was hard to imagine Cole and Dia bouncing around their room, or any room for that matter. Even if the excitement wasn't expressed in that way though, she knew it was there, she had been able to sense it when they had told her and she felt sincerely honoured that they had informed her personally. That was why it was so important for her to be ready, for all the information spread around her in printed text books and handwritten notes alike to be at the tip of her fingers by the time Dia came to term. It needed to be in her head. No doubt over the next few months she would have reverted back to her studying default which meant writing out things she really wanted to remember and sticking them on post-it-notes around her room.
Giving a sigh, smiling contentedly she brushed a lock of red hair from her temple back behind her ear. "They're going to be wonderful parents." She mused aloud, as she relaxed back into her seat a little more and adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
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