Ishara
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Jan 24, 2008 1:05:58 GMT
Long before she actually saw Gwen, Ishara could smell her coming and more importantly she could hear her. The clicking sound had attracted her interest, making her wonder what one earth the other female was up too now. She looked up as Gwen descended the stairs, carefully putting away her nail grooming kit, the pair of scissors first and then the nail file she had been using to neaten and smooth the edges of the short tips.
By the time Gwen reached her, bright grin on her face, Ishara was able to focus fully on her pack mate and the extremely creative outfit she had on. She wouldn’t dream of going so far as to be able to claim that she had seen every outfit the younger wolf had, or even that she recognized who she was supposed to be at once, but Ishara liked to think that most of the time she could stay on the ball. This outfit however… this outfit was completely drawing a blank.
“Good evening Guinevere,” Ishara said softly, small smile on her face. She typically used a person’s proper name when greeting them, falling back onto any preferred nicknames once the formal part was over and done with. “That is a very interesting outfit you have.”
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Guinevere
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Bella's Pack
There's no business like show business; like no business I know
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Post by Guinevere on Jan 30, 2008 19:33:35 GMT
"Howdy, Ishara!"
Gwen knew that Michael Flatley probably wasn't as well known as she'd like him to be, considering the fact that he is THE GOD and all, which was one of the main reasons she decided to dress like him. It was one of her newest costumes, having only been worn once when she'd tried it on to make sure it fit properly, so it was probably somewhat of a surprise for the pack members... okay, not a shocked surprise since she doubted anyone could really be surprised at her strange choice of attire anymore. It was probably more of an 'oh, new costume?' surprise. Either way, the surprised reactions were some of the main reasons she dressed in costumes.
At the other pack member's words her grin widened. "Why thank you. Today, I have chosen to spread the love of Michael 'The God' Flatley," she said, making a gun with her hand and winking. Then without warning she took a deep, lunging step, thrusting her arm out in front of her with the other bent upwards behind her head like some sort of macho victory pose. It was a very good thing she'd done her stretches or she might have been in a considerably great amount of pain right about now.
After a moment trying to keep the pose in tact she wobbled a little and then fell sideways, managing to shift position so she landed on her butt. She decided to stay on the floor for a moment, especially since tapping whilst conversing was probably quite rude if you're not having a dance-off or something. So she sat cross-legged and looked up at Ishara, still grinning. "What'cha up to?"
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Feb 17, 2008 18:30:25 GMT
One of the most interesting – or at least different – things about living in the pack was the sheer range of worlds they all came from. In Ishara’s original pack, everyone came from the same area, thought the same way, acted in the same manner. They were a united front and those who acted against the agreed position, even if harmlessly, even if only following their heart were severely punished – Ishara herself was testament to that. Here thought, here you could be almost anything, come from almost anywhere and so long as you didn’t do anything universally considered ‘evil’, you were accepted.
It was a far cry from her home but Ishara almost felt it was better because of it.
She lifted an eyebrow at Guinevere’s explanation, still feeling in the dark as to the identity of who she was dressed as. Michael Flatley was just a name to Ishara, and while names were important, they didn’t go very far in this instance in telling her any useful information. After a moment though, she decided knowing who he actually was, wasn’t too important, far too amused by the other female’s actions and words to really mind about the lack of knowledge – it would be rude as well, to inquire further.
“Nothing much,” Ishara admitted, tilting her head slightly to the side as she took in the floor sitting wolf. “Would you not be more comfortable up here?” she offered, hand reaching out to pat at the space next to her, couch wide enough to fit far more than Ishara’s own frame.
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Guinevere
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Bella's Pack
There's no business like show business; like no business I know
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Post by Guinevere on Feb 17, 2008 19:37:02 GMT
It was a shame that Gwen hadn't brought her 'Feet of Flames' DVD with her on her travels, it would enlighten everyone as to the awesome nature of Flatley whilst making sure they all knew why she was dressed as she was dressed. That was if she could find a TV to play it on, of course. Still, it really wasn't necessary for them to know the ins and outs to enjoy and take amusement from her spackery; it was always about entertaining the audience for her, even from a young age when she first stepped out onto the stage.
In some ways, she supposed things hadn't changed at all for her from that time, not really. She was still spending each day performing and entertaining the masses, except that now it was for her pack mates and not for a paying audience, which meant that they didn't necessarily want to be entertained... But Gwen rarely let that bother her.
When Ishara spoke, Gwen looked up at her, eyes brightening at the invitation to share the couch. She pulled herself to her feet with a slight grunt, grimacing as she rubbed her backside. "Yeah, the floor's kinda... hard. Though at least I was right about this being an awesome floor to get my tapping groove on." As if to illustrate her point she tapped the solid heel of her shoe a couple of times before dropping herself onto the chair which, as Ishara had suggested, was far, far more comfortable than the floor.
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Cooper
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Post by Cooper on Feb 23, 2008 2:04:42 GMT
Continued from: Hallways.
Perhaps it was only because Cooper was never against the idea of playing ‘costume’ games with Gwen, or just that he had let her talk — or perhaps the word was ‘ramble’ — about Michael Flatley to him in the past, more than once, but whatever the reason, Cooper immediately knew who he was looking at as he bounced down the stairs even without using his sense of smell to catch the individual scents; Gwen’s back was to him, more or less, but he still knew her, without room for mistake. As he reached the last few steps, the female pulled herself up from the lobby floor and plopped herself beside Ishara on the couch, and Cooper greeted them both with a grin as he reached the ground floor, making a beeline for them.
“I didn’t miss the show, did I?” he asked, mostly of Gwen, indicating the shoes she was wearing, his smile still in place before he looked to the other female and rewarded her the same expression. As he did so, he said, “Evening, Ishara.” She was one of the number in the pack who, as far as he could tell, came from some kind of respectable or at least regimented background, given the way she always used full names, never abbreviations, no matter how easy-going or affectionate they were. And so she was one of the ones Cooper treated with utmost respect, nodding his head to her to add that finishing touch to the greeting.
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
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The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Feb 25, 2008 20:55:24 GMT
It was hard enough not to smile when Gwen was in the area and being entertaining with you and near impossible when Cooper was around as well, the two complimenting each other well. There were quite a few like it in the pack, ones who seemed to feed off each other’s… insanity, for want of a better word, egging each other on and generally ensuring that there was rarely if ever a dull moment when you were in the company of any. She smiled back at Cooper as he approached.
“Cooper.” Ishara bowed her head back him, flattered as always at the level of respect her showed. It was a thoughtful gesture and one she appreciated even if she knew she had done little or nothing to earn that respect in this pack. As Gwen settled comfortably onto the couch next to her, she remained quiet, content to let the other female answer the question that had clearly been aimed in her direction. It was just as amusing to be a spectator and watch them be insane together, and Ishara was used to being a spectator, less used to actually taking part in things that were outside the box.
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Guinevere
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Bella's Pack
There's no business like show business; like no business I know
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Post by Guinevere on Mar 2, 2008 22:50:55 GMT
It was true that on probably more than one occasion she had gushed to Cooper about the awesome that is Michael Flatley. To his credit, he had listened - or at least pretended to listen, which was just as good for Gwen - as she had gone on and on until she eventually forgot her train of thought and moved onto something new. This was only one of the many things that made Cooper so awesome to be around. "Heeey, Coopie!" She gave him a mischievous grin. "No, my good sir, you most certainly have not. I haven't even started, really, I'm just looking around the place for the perfect floor to demonstrate my shiny new dancing shoes!" She waggled a tap shoe clad foot around. "Don't suppose either of you have suggestions for the perfect dancing floor?" She looked from Cooper to Ishara, giving each a questioning look that said 'Do ya? Do ya? Well? Do ya?'
Part of what made Gwen act as she acted, throwing caution to the wind in order to entertain, was the spectators, the people around her that she tried to get a laugh out of, so she most certainly wouldn't see Ishara being a spectator as a bad thing; sometimes a little bit of restrained dignity was needed around the crazies, which, it has to be said, were rather plentiful within the pack.
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Cooper
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Post by Cooper on Mar 28, 2008 3:57:38 GMT
Cooper liked to think everyone in the pack had those little circles they ‘clicked’ with, not exclusively per se, but those who responded delightfully with one another and provoked entertaining, downright loveable results. Samson had the uncanny ability to bring out the best in most people, and Cooper adored that about the older male who had, in some ways, become like a role model to him. Maybe some would say he was looking for inspiration in the wrong place, but the bespectacled wolf couldn’t have disagreed more. Samson was a perfect example of someone really embracing life, and who didn’t want to enjoy themselves day to day?
Unable to keep from smiling happily at the use of his name in a new, quirky way — he could always count on Gwen to make him smile, if not outright laugh — he let her talk and then nodded his head in satisfaction, but also pensively. “Hmm, let’s see. I wouldn’t go into the training room unless I wasn’t attached to my limbs,” he started, hoping that Gwen at least would smirk at the joke, as weak as it probably was, “but we could always try the roof? Wait, no, that’s kinda rough, you might ruin your shoes. Hmm.” Taking his bottom lip between his teeth and setting his hands at his hips, he proceeded to adopt a thoroughly thoughtful expression and stance, even narrowing his eyes as he pondered the perfect place.
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Ishara
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The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Mar 31, 2008 13:02:37 GMT
There were many things Ishara had not considered or looked at in a certain way until someone else in the pack mentioned it and brought the whole thing to mind, such as which of the floors in the hotel would be best suited to use for tap dancing. Floors were something to be walked on and not much else in her mind. She gave a soft smile at Cooper’s response, feeling more at ease in the company of those two than she did when faced with some of the more serious members of the pack, despite probably being labelled as one of the ‘serious’ wolves herself.
“The courtyard?” Ishara ventured quietly, not even wholly sure what sort of floor you even needed in order to tap dance on, but wanting to at least be a small part of the current ‘game’ at hand. “The large paving stones might work?” Exactly how, Ishara didn’t know, especially if the roof wasn’t suited but she was sure that between the three of them – two really, with her chiming in every now and then – that they would come up with the perfect place.
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Cooper
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Post by Cooper on Apr 3, 2008 17:43:20 GMT
Perhaps one of the best things about living in a group, even one with as much tension as this pack was enduring as of late, was the vast array of viewpoints, and how enlightening those could be. After all, no two people considered something in exactly the same way, and Cooper found that intriguing, always curious about the opinions of others, and what they might think of one thing or another. Maybe that was why he found it so easy to make friends, because he was so open-minded and curious as a result — not to say that everyone else was anything but — and he actively sought out those views and thoughts. Guinevere did too, and Samson, he knew for a fact. That was undoubtedly why he got along with the pair better than anyone else, not that he had any favourites; his friends were his friends, and he didn’t view any of them as less valuable than others.
“Huh.” Cooper nodded, turning his gaze to Gwen as he took one hand from his hip to push his spectacles fully up the bridge of his nose, back into place. “That could work, right?” True, he wasn’t a tap-dancing expert of any kind, but so long as the stones weren’t too rough, then Gwen should be able to pull off some moves on them without too much difficulty. That was the hope, anyway.
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Guinevere
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Bella's Pack
There's no business like show business; like no business I know
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Post by Guinevere on Apr 4, 2008 17:06:35 GMT
Gwen did have a rather warped sense of viewing things, sometimes, although it's a way of seeing things that, at least partly, she shared with Cooper and Samson. Well, she thinks they understand her, at least. Hey, everyone needed some comical relief sometimes, and Gwen uses it to stop from thinking of more serious matters that seemed to be on everyone's minds of late.
She gave a loud snort at Cooper's joke. "I find myself far more tempted than I should probably be at that," she said, snickering. It would be funny, but alas, even she doesn't have that much of a death-wish.
At the flooring suggestions she paused for a moment to consider each one, stroking an imaginary beard in that 'evil-mastermind at work' kind of way. Gwen most certainly wasn't a tap-dancing expert, only knowing what she knows through watching others dancing, so she was judging each location more on what she liked to call 'clackicity'. "Hmm, all very good suggestions," she muttered, ponderously. "The courtyard is a pretty awesome one, I hadn't thought of that." She could see it working very well in terms of 'clackicity', and she wouldn't run the risk of being yelled at for leaving marks where her shoes had hit the floor.
"Clearly I will have to try them all at some point today, starting with the floor here." She pushed herself off the chair and did a little impromptu jig to test out the floor.
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Ishara
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The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Apr 5, 2008 15:01:36 GMT
She brightened up a little as Cooper took her suggestion seriously, enjoying the feeling of actually being involved in something. It was a refreshing change and made her wish that she had the courage to do this more often, that she was less mentally strict with herself. The pack was currently strict and tense enough without any more being added to the mix. Ishara was further reassured by the fact Gwen was considering it as well, instead of dismissing the whole thing. It made her feel as though her ideas were worth something.
Her insecurity didn’t always rear its head as obviously as it was now, Ishara feeling more self aware of everything that was wrong with her, everything that had pushed her down to the place of Omega in her old pack and everything that had caused her to be stripped of her name. With the way the pack was all but tip-toeing around the leaders it led to a heightened sense of awareness which had led to Ishara wondering about herself and the role she played within the pack.
Ishara clapped her hands together as Gwen did a little dance on the floor, amused and impressed by the jig. She probably knew the least about that manner of dancing out of the three of them but whatever the other wolf was actually doing it looked good and that was really all that mattered.
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Cooper
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Post by Cooper on May 11, 2008 19:57:24 GMT
In terms of mess, they all had stamina enough to put a little elbow-grease into any cleaning endeavours they might need to partake in as a result of Gwen’s tap-dancing, but Cooper was also thinking about that aspect of the exercise while he pondered over the options and listened to the females pass out their own ideas. He was all in favour of Ishara’s wise decision, and it seemed that Gwen was too.
And then she was doing a jig, and Cooper’s youthful smile was in place as he laughed, giving a clap of his hands. That was one of the best things about Guinevere; she wasn’t afraid to do as she pleased, so long as she didn’t hurt anyone, physically or emotionally, and in Cooper’s book, it was a valuable asset. Being so forward could offend some people, but not him. He had embraced it not long after he’d met her, and counted it as one of her best traits, without a doubt.
“Hey, it works pretty well on this floor,” he pointed out, nodding his head as if in some sort of approval, and then grinned at Gwen. “Doesn’t scuff too badly, either.” Nothing a brief once-over with the right materials wouldn’t fix, at least.
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Guinevere
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There's no business like show business; like no business I know
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Post by Guinevere on Jun 9, 2008 17:32:51 GMT
Not being taken seriously had never really been a problem for Gwen, mainly because she knew that nobody took her all that seriously because of the many shenanigans and hijinks she continuously got up to, but she knew that if a time came where she needed someone to listen to her they would and for what it's worth, Gwen would do the same for anybody else. No idea, crazy, silly or otherwise, would ever be dismissed by Guinevere!
At the end of her spontaneous jig Gwen bowed, deeply, returning Cooper's grin. She then crossed her arms over her chest and regarded the floor in a contemplative manner, stroking her imaginary beard as she spoke. "This floor is pretty good," she agreed, nodding a little. "I'd give it an eight out of ten, maybe?" She glanced at Cooper and Ishara to see if they agreed with her scoring; after all, the spectator's view was just as important as the dancer's. There wasn't actually anything else to compare this floor to but Gwen never thought that far ahead.
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
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The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Jun 26, 2008 19:11:31 GMT
In Ishara’s view it was commendable, the way both Gwen and Cooper were not afraid to speak their minds and act in whatever happy way they pleased without fear of being embarrassed or loosing some aspect of dignity. While she understood the views of those who placed honour and decorum above everything else, and indeed often counted herself at least on the fringe of their numbers, sometimes, Ishara couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to simply not care, to not be paralyzed with thoughts of how others would view you.
The way in which Gwen was now making hand motions against her chin as though she was a bearded lady was just another in a long list of examples proving her point. It was certainly amusing to witness, Ishara allowing herself a smile that couldn’t match the grins of the other two but was pleased nevertheless. “I’ll agree with eight,” Ishara offered, trusting in what the other female said. Guinevere was the best of the three to judge the suitability of the floor, having not only knowledge before hand but actually dancing on it. And eight was a nice enough number in its own right.
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