Drake
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I'm looking for my place in the world.
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Post by Drake on Feb 3, 2006 0:27:55 GMT
Continued from: The Lobby
Drake entered the kitchen and went straight to the cabinets, searching for the perfect snack, grinning when he saw a package of cookies that seemed as if it was still mostly in tact. Perfect. With his claim in one hand, he headed over to the refridgerator and grabbed himself a soda, shutting the door with his foot and heading for the counter. Opening both parts of his snack, he reached into the large inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out the copy of the day's newspaper he had insisted upon picking up. For some reason, he preferred having his copy. He wasn't sure why that was, but he didn't question it.
Opening the paper, he laid it out before him, the cookies and soda on either side. Leaning on the counter, he pulled out one of the chocolate chip delights and took a bit as he began scanning for anything of interest in the paper.
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Drake
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Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
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Post by Drake on Feb 3, 2006 19:13:24 GMT
A piece about the photo exhibition caught his eye and he scanned it quickly. Figures. It's in the other part of the city. No way I'll get to go. That thought disappointed him a bit, but he soon got over it as he swallowed before shoving the rest of the cookie into his mouth. It wasn't as if he could help the fact that the exhibition was being held out of bounds.
His eyes scanned more articles as he took another cookie from the package. Maybe I'll see if anyone wants to hit the club instead. I can probably talk Owen and Carolina into going. Or maybe I'll just stick around here tonight. He was going to have to make up his mind, but he wasn't worried about that at the moment. For the time being, he was content with reading the paper and working his way through his snack.
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Drake
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Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
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Post by Drake on Feb 5, 2006 16:38:43 GMT
Drake had glanced up upon Mackenzie's entrance and had given her a nod of greeting, his mouth full again. At least he had remembered not to talk with his mouth full, something he did sometimes when there was a topic being dicussed that he was particularly interested in.
Seeing her pull out the meat, his eyes went back to the newspaper. He didn't want to see her eat that so he would just go back to minding his own business.
Drake's disgust with raw meat and tendency to turn down going along with the pack's hunting parties- he had never been and was determined that he never would- had been a source of laughter for some in the pack, but he was always able to look over that. He did, after all, have his standards. Sometimes, though, he wondered how he managed to get along as well as he did in the pack. Not being a hunter sort of made him the black sheep, but so long as the choice to go hunting or not remained up to him, he thought that he could continue to manage.
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Drake
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Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
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Post by Drake on Feb 6, 2006 19:32:50 GMT
Drake had to admit, though only to himself, that Mackenzie almost scared him as much as Grenier did. Almost.
He could tell that she didn't like him. Of course, he doubted that she liked anyone. She didn't seem like the sort that would be at all interested in making friends. Still, it wouldn't have hurt her not to look at him like some kind of disgusting bug when she paid attention to him, would it? Truth be known, he preferred it when she ignored him.
Folding the paper up, he returned it to the inside pocket of his jacket before taking two more cookies from the package and putting the rest of them away. Picking up his soda, he moved out of the kitchen, making sure to wait long enough so that he wouldn't have to worry about encountering Mackenzie.
Continued at: The Lobby
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Feb 17, 2006 22:00:30 GMT
Continued from:The Lounge
Reaching the Kitchen, Amelia did a quick visual check to make sure there was no one else in there. Sometimes she found it unpleasant to eat around people who made her nervous. Finding no one, she happily began quickly searching through cupboards in an attempt to find some fulfilling and preferably cakey. Although she wouldn’t say no to something biscuity either.
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Drake
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Cole's Pack
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Post by Drake on Feb 17, 2006 22:05:52 GMT
Continued from: The Lounge
"So, hit the jackpot yet, or do I need to take over the search?" Drake questioned, entering the kitchen and taking a quick glance around to make sure there was no one else around, unknowingly doing just what Amelia had done when she had entered. He tossed the paper onto the counter and leaned on it. "All of the good stuff is usually hidden either way in the back or high up. Especially if it happens to have chocolate in it." He shrugged. "Of course, I'm usually the one that hides that sort of stuff in those places, but I'll be nice and share with you. Everyone else is on their own unless they find it. If that happens, I'll have to start stashing stuff around my room." He gave a grin. "So long as you didn't tell anyone about it, I'd share."
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Feb 17, 2006 22:13:22 GMT
Knowing it was Drake who entered the kitchen even before he spoke, Amelia continued with her seemingly futile quest. “Trust you to squirrel the best things away for yourself.” She said, throwing a smile his way “No wonder I can never find anything good these days” Being slightly on the shorter side, Amelia found it difficult to find anything in the cupboards. She stood back in agitation, her hands on her hips as she glared up at the cupboards. She gave a frustrated sigh and looked over at Drake “Some days I really hate you” There was nothing in her words that suggested she meant any of it and she went back to looking at the high cupboards.
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Drake
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Post by Drake on Feb 17, 2006 22:20:06 GMT
"Always with the hurtful words, even after I told you my secret and offered to share! Well, if you're not interested in sharing my stash of goodies, then that's just fine." He had gone back to the mock hurt voice, but his eyes sparkled with inner laughter as he watched her search through the cupboards.
He strode over to one of the cabinets and pulled it open. Reaching up to the highest shelf, he reached to the back of it and pulled out a box of chocolate cupcakes with cream in the center. "I guess I'll just have to eat all of these myself, then." He pulled one of the wrapped cakes out, opened it and took a bite, chewing and putting on an act like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Feb 17, 2006 22:30:51 GMT
Upon seeing him take out the pack of cupcakes, her agitation intensified. She pursed her lips together, watching every movement of the cupcake in his hand. She gave a curt laugh of disbelief and shook her head with her eyes closing for a few brief moments. She just had to get one of those cupcakes. As far as she was concerned it was a matter of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she put on a rather pleasant smile “You know I wouldn’t be intentionally hurtful towards you” She said, putting on her best friendly voice.
She took a few steps towards the cupcakes, concerned only with them for the moment “And you are by far the most charming and” She struggled to find words “and you have the best personality in the pack” She bit her lower lip, still trying to find nice words to say “And everyone loves your hair.” The last part was more of a question than a statement, but she hoped it would suffice.
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Drake
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Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
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Post by Drake on Feb 17, 2006 22:40:16 GMT
He swallowed and watched her for a moment before taking out another cupcake and putting the rest of them on the counter. "I know you didn't mean a word you just said, but since I also know that that was probably painful for you, I guess you deserve this." He held out the unopened cupcake to her with absolutely every intention of letting her have it. "Seriously, though, it's not nice to lie. You should know by now that I'm perfectly willing to let you have one of these cupcakes if you want it. No false flattery needed, though the lack of cruel criticisms is much appreciated."
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Feb 17, 2006 22:52:51 GMT
She looked at the unopened cupcake then back at Drake somewhat suspiciously. She half expected him to pull it away from her when she went to grab for it. When he didn’t and she held her claim in her hands she finally gave a genuine smile. “It wasn’t all lies,” She said with a casual shrug and moved over to the counter. “More like, extended the truth slightly.” She placed the unopened cupcake in her mouth as she pulled herself up to sit on the counter. Dropping the treat into her hands she quickly unwrapped it and took a bite.
When she had finished the mouthful she smiled once again “I’m going to have to remember where you hide all this stuff, even if I have to get on a chair to get it” She looked down at the cupcake and nodded “Ingenious plan, by the way. Hiding all the good stuff for yourself.” She took another bite of the delicious treat and gave a contented sigh.
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Drake
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Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
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Post by Drake on Feb 17, 2006 23:00:13 GMT
"Ah, well." He shrugged. " 'Extended the truth slightly' huh? I'll have to remember that one." He bit into his own cupcake again and, when he swallowed, said, "I don't mind if you get in my stash, but all I ask is that you don't tell anyone else where it is and if it starts running low, tell me and I'll stock up again. Next time I go on a run, I'll try and remember to ask if there's anything in particular you want." He liked to think he was a nice guy- goofy, but nice, especially when someone gave him the chance to be. And thanks for the compliment on the plan. Naturally, I don't hide it all. That'd just be too suspicious, but I do tend to make the really good stuff as hard to find as I can make it." He finished off the cupcake and went to the refrigerator, pulling it open. "You want something to drink?"
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Feb 17, 2006 23:15:17 GMT
As she finished her most recent bite of cupcake, she shook her head until she was done. “I wont tell anyone. I’ll most likely forget about it all too soon” She enjoyed the kind side of Drake, almost as much as she enjoyed the playful side. Not just because she could benefit from his kindness, but also because it was so refreshing to have someone around who was willing to be so generous.
She grinned again “Then others must get to all the good stuff that you leave behind because I certainly can never find it” She gave a laugh “Or maybe its all just up too high” She was well aware of her diminutive height and would even go as far as to say she was self conscious about it and so she made jokes to hide her discomfort at being the height she was in comparison to other pack members. She shook her head at the question “No thanks, I’m good” She gave a smile and placed the last of the cupcake in her mouth.
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Drake
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Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
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Post by Drake on Feb 17, 2006 23:25:10 GMT
"I actually wouldn't put it past most of them to have stashes of their own," Drake commented, deciding that a glass of milk was perfect for washing down the cupcake. "They probably squirrel away a lot of what I leave behind." He grabbed himself a glass and poured some milk, returning the carton to its spot and shutting the door. He took a drink, effectively washing down the snack.
He leaned against the counter again and listened for a moment, wondering where everyone else was. He was actually really surprised that they hadn't run into any of the other pack members yet, but he certainly wasn't going to be complaining about it any time soon. He was actually grateful for it. "
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Feb 17, 2006 23:37:13 GMT
“I guess last in really is lousy” She said, agreeing with the age-old cliché. She was usually one of the last to make it to the kitchen or even the surrounding area after supplies were brought back, but it wasn’t all that often that she got hungry for something sweet. However, it was nice every now and then to indulge in a tasty treat.
She began swingeing her legs, her heels hitting the counter in a steady alternating rhythm. She did this for a few minutes, mostly to fill in the silence. She stopped when she picked up her empty cupcake wrapper, crushing it in her hand then jumping off the counter, going directly for the bin. Once the wrapper was dispose of, she brushed her hands of any invisible mess that may have accumulated there. She clicked her tongue before looking around the kitchen. She then picked up a washcloth from the sink and began to wipe down the counter she had just vacated.
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