Fox
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Post by Fox on Jan 28, 2007 9:00:32 GMT
Continued from: The Lobby with Amelia
He stumbled out into the courtyard, jumping onto the grass lighted beautifully by the moonlight. It was enough to drive his wolf bonkers. It was driving his wolf bonkers. Even as his shaggy brown hair covered his face, blocking his eyesight for a moment. He could still feel the moonlight. See it even. But he also knew he couldn't take the moment he wanted to really enjoy it.
Because his hunter was right on his tail.
His wolf shook in anticapition as his brown eyes caught his wolf's red and decided to remain that way. His wolf wanted to run. It could do this chase so much better. And it made its opinion quite known as his dark brown hair lightened as he bolted across the courtyard, discarding his jacket along the way.
His wolf whined loudly. That 'discarding the jacket' thing was only taunting it even more. The wolf wanted to play. Fox could already feel himself slipping. His wolf pushing its way to the surface as he hid in the folige along the walls of the courtyard.
Fox's eyes snapped shut as he pulled his shirt over his head. No use getting that injured in any way, shape, or form. Since it was his favorite shirt. He namely thanked the fact that he was older and the change didn't hurt as much as he felt the muscles shift and contort under his skin. Making room for the unstatisfied animal from within.
Hopefully Amelia didn't mind this game plan if, and when, she would follow out.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Jan 30, 2007 5:00:23 GMT
Amelia raced to the Courtyard where she saw Fox disappear not wanting to give the male any more of a head start than he already had over her. The moon seemed to smirk at her from the sky and her wolf responded rather viciously in its want to be free. Amelia had to take a moment to settle herself before she could even attempt to go in search of Fox.
The first clue that the game had changed was the discarded Jacket. Amelia took a deep breath, her immaculate sense of smell telling her exactly the way things had gone down for Fox. At the knowledge, Amelia grinned in a rather feral like way as she looked over the courtyard and spotting movement along the walls green coverage. “I see how it is.” She muttered, her grin still in place. “If that’s how you want to play?” She tilted her head slightly to the side her voice lowered to a dangerously quiet tone. “That’s how we’ll play.”
Even after all these years, Amelia still wasn’t completely used to the changes as her body reformed itself into its wolfish state. Her wolf wasn’t built to be a biped and so the fall forward was always a worry. And that was just for starters. The change was painful there was no denying that but it had been so long since her wolf had been allowed this liberty that the pain was almost a welcome relief.
When the wolf had completely replaced Amelia, she shook itself completely from head to tail before raising her nose into the air to smell for her prey. Crouching down low, the golden-eyed animal began her assault, tracking her prey with an intelligent deftness that could only come from years of practice. The wolf could tell she was close, from the strong smell of her pack member. There was always that intense anticipation right before an attack and after her previous failure, both Amelia and her wolf wanted Fox completely pinned. After just two last, quick as lightning paces, the quadruped took her leap sidelong to the wall, still cautious even through the thrill of a hunt.
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Jan 30, 2007 16:04:45 GMT
The wolf loved this game. Even more then Fox did, right about now. Crouching down low in the bushes, ears drawn back but still keeping a look out for his would-be hunter. Excitement filling every molecule of the wolf’s being, making his muscles twitch underneath his skin. But he remained perfectly still, catching the Amelia’s scent almost immediately. That was more then enough to drive him into a frenzy.
The thrill of being prey shouldn’t have been so fun. His heart beating at an almost soundless pace as the wolf’s red eyes scoured the courtyard. Not sure if he wanted to risk making a run for the door again or not. Even if bringing the chase into the hotel would not be wise anymore. Didn’t mean it wouldn’t be fun. In the ‘Spence grabbing him by the scruff of the neck for making a mess’ sort of way.
Fox decided that staying still for the time being was an intelligent thing to do. Make his hunter come to him. Though he knew Amelia might take the taunting business to heart as he lowered his head to the ground; along with the rest of his taunt, lean frame. Almost shaking with anticipation. Come and get me, Ams. He added mentally, giving his shoulders a smooth roll.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Jan 31, 2007 6:02:37 GMT
Even though the wolf was well out of practice on the hunting side of things, old habits died hard and everything she’d learnt in the past was making it’s steady come back. From the silence of her stride to the way she manoeuvred herself to stay downwind from where she expected her prey to be in order to make her approach less noticeable. Neither Amelia nor her wolf knew Fox’s exact position, but it had to be somewhere close because that is what the scent said and the wolf’s nose never lied.
Although the attack would not be aiming for a kill, or even a injury like the wolf would have loved, there was still the relief of freedom in the moonlight that was impossible to dampen. The female wolf had no clue when the next treat like this would be occurring and so the most had to be made from this liberty. She wanted this hunt to be as long and drawn out as possible.
She paused, golden eyes scanning for any signs of movement that would expose her prey but she knew Fox wouldn’t be so careless as to give himself away so quickly. Come on Foxy. You can’t hide out here forever. At times like this patience was a great feature to her personality, however her wolf was feeling less than impressed with the current strategy, but it was content to wait for the moment, just to see if her prey would slip up.
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Mateo
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Life is a journey during which we all stumble at times.
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Post by Mateo on Mar 14, 2007 15:37:57 GMT
Continued from: Mateo’s Bedroom
This is more like it, the fighter decided, settling onto one of the courtyard’s benches with his guitar. It was a beautiful morning and while Mateo could occasionally come off as one who wouldn’t take much notice of- or particularly care- about such a thing, he loved nice weather as much as the next. It gave him the perfect excuse to leave his window open all day- he was going to have to remember to open it when he got back to his room since he hadn’t bother to do so the previous day for whatever reason- and spend a little time outside.
Resting the guitar properly in his lap, he began to play some simple tunes as a warm up; it was simply a habit for him and he always went through this particular routine before playing anything else. He supposed it was because it was just a routine- one that he no longer actually thought about.
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 17, 2007 17:14:22 GMT
Continued from: Charlotte’s Bedroom.
She had walked as quickly as her chosen footwear and burden allowed her, trotting down the steps carefully with the cat in her arms looking around as if she wondered what was going on. Many people assumed Figaro was a male cat when she told them the name, but that wasn’t the case. She simply loved the name, and when she’d gotten the animal for a pet, it had just… fit.
As soon as she reached the courtyard, having latched onto the scent of an elder pack member, she hesitated. He was busy… should she really disturb him? Taking her bottom lip between her teeth briefly, she shuffled from one foot to the other, considering the situation before she reminded herself this was important, and she hadn’t been able to catch the scents of any of the Alphas or Betas on the way down. That didn’t leave her with much of a choice.
Summoning her courage, she stepped out into the light of the courtyard, her eyes adjusting quickly, and saw Mateo sitting with his guitar in his lap.
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Mateo
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Post by Mateo on Mar 19, 2007 18:10:24 GMT
Mateo caught Charlotte’s scent and looked up, not missing a beat with the song he was currently playing his way through. He had been playing for so many years that he didn’t actually need to look at what he was doing; he was perfectly capable of carrying on a conversation and switching from one song to the next when the time came to do so.
He didn’t know if she was there to just take advantage of the nice day or if she actually needed something, but he thought that the look he had told her that she could ask if it was the latter. Like in the kitchen earlier with the coffee, he would help if he could, though whether or not he’d actually say anything or not while doing so would depend on whether or not anything actually needed saying.
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 20, 2007 20:42:32 GMT
“Um…”
Good start, Charlie… god.
She presumed he would be able to hear her over the plucking and strumming of the instrument he had slung over his lap, but as a subconscious precaution, she stepped out into the courtyard a little more. When Figaro squirmed slightly, she set her down on the grass so the cat could go off hunting for butterflies or insects of one kind of another. She watched the feline momentarily, and then looked back to the older wolf.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt, but…” Resisting the urge to chew on her thumbnail, she pressed on, “I just saw Drake leave on his motorcycle, and there was nobody else with him, so I thought maybe nobody knew, or something was going on, and…” Charlotte faltered. “And I couldn’t find anyone else…”
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Mateo
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Post by Mateo on Mar 21, 2007 0:24:56 GMT
Mateo had continued playing softly, waiting for her to get out what she was trying to say. When she finally did, though, he stopped playing and lifted his eyebrows just a fraction. “I certainly didn’t know anything about it. He might have suddenly decided to break the pack rule of never going anywhere alone. Have you checked out his room to make sure that he didn’t take anything with him?”
Mateo wasn’t going to go jumping to conclusions until he had some solid proof that would help him come to the right one. While he had never considered just leaving out on his own, he could certainly see why someone might want to. He wanted to sometimes, but they were just fleeting thoughts that he wouldn’t actually ever go through with until there was a really good reason for it.
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 21, 2007 1:38:58 GMT
She could tell from the subtle changes in Mateo that he hadn’t known about Drake, even before he had opened his mouth and actually said as much. He wasn’t exactly a vocal pack member, but she had grown adept at reading her ‘brothers and sisters’ within the unit; deciphering their body language in order to anticipate what might come next. She had been caught off guard more than her fair share in the past, after all, and had made a point of putting an end to that when and where she could.
“Uh, no I haven’t. I came straight down here, thinking maybe I’d find an Alpha or Beta on the way, but… um, you’re the eldest pack member I’ve found so far.” Her smile was slight. “No offence.” Charlotte inwardly chided herself; she should have thought to check Drake’s room before charging downstairs assuming the worst. Whatever the case, Drake had gone against pack behaviour, or the norm for it anyway, and that was what was troubling her.
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Mateo
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Post by Mateo on Mar 21, 2007 3:56:17 GMT
“It’s fine,” he told her, taking his guitar in one hand and picking up the notebook in his other. As one of the older pack members and a fighter, he had certain responsibilities. Though he wasn’t an Alpha or a Beta and knew that he never would be, he knew how to do what needed to be done and when it became his responsibility.
“I’m going to go take a look in his room.” If Drake’s stuff was there, then he would either be coming back or had simply just left it all behind. If it was gone, then he supposed he would bring it up with Neal and Bella as soon as he saw them. He certainly wasn’t going to go after the pack’s actual leaders. As far as he was concerned, if they had been doing their jobs, Drake wouldn’t have wanted to take off on his own.
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 21, 2007 5:06:50 GMT
Charlotte listened, and then nodded her head perhaps a little meekly as Mateo gathered himself. She followed him with her eyes, trying not to stare. “Do you… should I come too?” She hesitated. “Or should I just wait here, or…?” Damn it all, she was fumbling again. For years, she had been trying to overcome that trait in herself, and for years… she had more or less failed. The historian hated seeming unsure or timid in any way, and this was a spectacular example of how she didn’t want to act.
She knew how Mateo felt about their leaders. It wasn’t her place to debate, discuss or question it; to each their own, as she always said. She believed everyone had a right to their opinions, and besides, Mateo was still loyal, even if his own opinions went against that somewhat. Charlotte realised she was going off-track with her thoughts, and shook herself simply out of her reverie as Figaro pounced on a fly off to the side.
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Mateo
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Post by Mateo on Mar 21, 2007 20:55:53 GMT
Mateo gave a shrug. If she wanted to come along with him, that was fine. Since she had been the one to realize that Drake was leaving, she had every right to go along and see what was going on. “Whatever you want.” If he had been the sort to actually care, Mateo might have worried what his tendency to say so little to so many in the pack made them think of him. As it was, though, Mateo honestly didn’t care what they thought of him. He, like everyone else, simply was how he was. If they didn’t like it, then that was their right.
Glancing to the cat briefly, he started for the door, moving slowly thought purposefully. He was being nice enough to give Charlotte enough time to make her decision on whether or not she wanted to tag along before he actually got inside.
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Charlotte
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 22, 2007 1:55:11 GMT
Charlotte hesitated, mentally kicking herself for the debate. It was a simple decision, dammit, and she should be able to make it without conflict. Shaking her head to clear the cloud of pros and cons, she nodded at Mateo. “I’ll come along.” She knew Mateo wasn’t being nonchalant towards her by saying so little; she had gotten used to him being one of the quieter ones. It was his way.
“Figs, be a good girl,” she told the cat briefly, but as she turned to head for the door with the large fighter, the black and white feline trotted over to her heels to follow along beside her, not unlike a pet dog rather than any kind of cat. Charlotte smiled, though, reassured by the presence of her little shadow.
Continued in: Hallways with Mateo.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Apr 17, 2007 1:15:19 GMT
Continued from: The Kitchen[/I]
It was nice to be outside. Amelia loved to be out in the warm sunshine, especially early in the morning when the air was still crisp and fresh. She took a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh. She glanced around the area and her shoulders slumped. Finding that little blue jewel was going to be a nightmare in such a space that had any number of places it could hide. Also, the courtyard could probably do with a good weeding. She looked down at her clothes and frowned. She wasn’t exactly dressed for such a thing but just leaving it like that without doing something was not something Amelia could readily do.
First she scanned the easy to spot areas, like on the pavement and after a fruitless search she had to sit down before starting up on the weeding-slash-search. She moved to one of the high walls, which meant she had to actually be in the garden and she rested her back against it before sliding down into a sitting position. She was in the shade, fully aware of how dirty she was going to get just from the slight action. But still, sitting in the garden was a rather nice thing. She hadn’t really done it and it was lovely for a change.
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