Gabriel
Beta Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Tell me what you feel, now you're here.
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 22, 2009 22:52:15 GMT
“Then you will have to wait a very long time to be appreciated, if that is the case,” Gabriel told Samson, albeit in a warm tone of voice, his pale eyes travelling from one Greek to the other as he spoke, his gaze returning to Calista after he had said his piece. Gentle mockery was a fine art, to be sure, and Gabriel wasn’t about to presume that he was in any was skilled with it, and besides, there was some truth to what he said; Samson would live for a long, long time beyond this day. There was no doubt about that, at least not in the fighter’s mind.
Not at all puzzled or troubled by Samson’s bizarre position, agile and spry as it was, Gabriel chuckled and then met Calista’s gaze anew. “Our conversation didn’t disturb you, I hope?” he asked her politely, genuinely curious and even a touch worried about whether or not that was the case.
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Calista
Junior Member
Bella's Pack
Tell me are you free...
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Post by Calista on Jan 23, 2009 6:47:41 GMT
Though she'd been more than a little startled by Samson's impromptu song, she was decidedly less shocked by his impromptu acrobatics. That seemed normal. Which probably should have been a bit disconcerting.
However, the dark-haired female gave a quiet chuckle and watched her fellow Greek wolf balance himself. She lifted her eyes to meet Gabriel's when he spoke and offered a subtle, but warm smile as she gave a shake of her head. "No, not at all," she replied. "I was simply tired of my self-imposed isolation." Meeting Samson's gaze required her to crane her neck a bit, but she did so anyhow; "I'm not interrupting, am I?"
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Samson
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Jan 25, 2009 5:48:24 GMT
The only problem with being upside down and grinning brightly was that to someone viewing you upside down it did sort of make you look like you were frowning. The problem had only occurred to Samson after he had done just that, pleased and warm at Gabriel’s words and recognizing them for what they were. He had no doubt that in the very capable hands of fighters like the male, he really would be hanging around driving everyone cheerfully to the brink of insanity for many more years to come. But it didn’t solve the smile/frown problem, and for a few seconds Samson tried to fix it by frowning to show he was actually happy, before Calista spoke, driving all such thoughts far away from his mind.
“Interrupting? Not in the least! I was just telling dear Gabriel here many important things, such as my noble quest and the way the Japanese have been lying to me.” Almost delicately, Samson pushed his fingers up, so that his body weight was now almost wholly supported by only the finger tips of one hand. If he hadn’t been talking about something completely different, it was probable he would have used the opportunity to show off his acrobatic skills, albeit in a good natured way. As it was, he was simply limbering up, preparing to go through some of them in a bit of practice on the side. It wouldn’t do to forget after all, he’d begged the trapeze artists to teach him for ages before they relented and Samson wasn’t about to let them down.
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Gabriel
Beta Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on Jan 26, 2009 19:31:31 GMT
“Ah, yes,” Gabriel agreed, nodding his head. “We’ve actually covered a variety of topics in a short amount of time.” Something that only the likes of Samson could accomplish as one’s conversational partner. To bounce merrily from topic to topic took skill, and not the kind of skill that Gabriel knew he had. His talents lay in combat and tactics, things that came into play on the battlefield, no matter what size. In conversation, he was actually rather below average; there wasn’t much that he could add to a conversation to keep it fresh and interesting, and more than anything, he simply added his opinions and views to those already on the table.
With another glance at Samson, Gabriel then looked up towards the window from which Calista had gracefully launched herself, quickly judging the distance she had covered whilst still able to land perfectly on her feet without fault or injury. Impressive. Very impressive. While it was true that most any werewolf could jump and land from heights beyond the range of any mortal, not all of them were perfect, as Calista’s had been.
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Calista
Junior Member
Bella's Pack
Tell me are you free...
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Post by Calista on Jan 30, 2009 20:14:26 GMT
Samson was, if nothing else, fun to have around. Some might fight his light-hearted attitiude to be naïve, even childish, but it was refreshing. So many of the pack took themselves quite seriously -- not that Calista wasn't one of them, sometimes -- and it often made for some ridiculous and unnecessary tension. Maybe if certain members could loosen up and take a page from Samson's book, things would be considerably less rocky.
The female watched her fellow Greek wolf in his "limbering up", smiling as she did so. "That is quite a range of topics," she agreed. Her expression took on something that might've been considered cheeky as she looked to Gabriel; "How on earth are you able to keep up with him?"
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Samson
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Mar 30, 2009 23:12:16 GMT
Naïve at times; perhaps. Childish in his actions; almost certainly. It was a choice on Samson’s part and although he wasn’t nearly as naïve or even as childish as his behaviour made him out to be, the other option was stifling boredom and being serious, sensible and that was something which would drive Samson utterly mad. If he wasn’t mad already of course, which was all a matter of perspective on the way in which the world was viewed. Just because he considered himself sane and the rest of the world a little crooked…
In his own way, he was training Gabriel. Give it a little more time, some more years and Samson would slowly bring him up to scratch when it came to conversation. If he could somehow help the pack by spreading his own brand of ‘wisdom’ around then without a doubt, that was what the Greek male would do and cheerfully as well. One of Samson’s dreams – one of his many, many dreams – was a world in which people could bounce happily from one conversation topic to another without any real stress or thought about structure or the right order of things.
Wiggling his legs as though walking on the air, Samson regarded the other two wolves thoughtfully, expression still a comical mix of a smile and a frown, mouth twisted in almost a grimace.
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Gabriel
Beta Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Tell me what you feel, now you're here.
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Post by Gabriel on Apr 10, 2009 19:52:29 GMT
If the pack elders -- stoic as they seemed much of the time -- like Gabriel and Calista could appreciate and enjoy Samson’s spontaneity and oddly youthful innocence, then it was hard to believe that there was anyone who couldn’t. Of course, the Argentinean knew for a fact that Finn Parry, at least, absolutely refused to socialise or be associated with the unpredictable male Greek at any time, displaying anger and even violence if pressured or forced in any way. Gabriel thought, disturbing as it was, that, given half the chance, Parry would do serious harm to Samson, a troubling prospect to say the least but without challenging the judgement of the current leaders, there was little to be done about it. All they could do was keep an eye on both males and, if possible, keep them apart so nothing happened to either one.
“Concentration,” Gabriel imparted sagely in response to Calista’s somewhat cheeky query, offering her a faint smile that he didn’t doubt she would catch and read. “Samson certainly keeps me on my toes, I can say that much. For that, I should thank him.” After all, if he could follow a jumping, ever-shifting conversation with Samson Aeneas, then he could follow just about anything. Not a bad skill for a fighter to have, Gabriel thought.
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Samson
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Jun 7, 2009 16:00:53 GMT
It upset Samson far more than he ever let on, to know that Finn thought of him in the manner he did, that there was someone not only in the world, but in the pack, that came close to hating him. The cheerful Greek would never, ever believe that it was true hatred, no matter what the other wolf might do to try and prove his point. Perhaps it simply just didn’t compute in his mind that there really were people capable of blind hatred or that he was capable of arousing such negative emotions in someone else. Or maybe there was a darker side to Samson’s personality as well and he enjoyed pushing those like Finn to see how far he could go. As with so many of his actions, the true motive behind them was a mystery to anyone who wasn’t Samson. Even then, that wasn’t always a guarantee of understanding.
“It’s important to stay on your toes,” Samson offered sagely, pausing for a second before he carried on blithely, using one of his feet to wave in their direction to make sure they hadn’t thought he had finished with his words of so called wisdom; “Or your fingers. So long as you stay on some kind of digit, then it’s all good.” Then again, you couldn’t sleep on your toes or your fingers and sleep was a very pleasant activity to partake in and thus all good as well. A vexing problem and one that would hold his attention for a good few moments at least before the next shiny thought entered his brain and promptly drove the pervious one out.
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Gabriel
Beta Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on Aug 18, 2009 1:09:11 GMT
Wolves like Finn were capable of so much hatred that those like Samson shouldn’t worry themselves over trying to please them; they were so cynical, always looking for the worst in everything and everyone. Surely every pack had one, any group of a particular size had to have one; it was like the saying ‘there’s one in every family’. A pack was a family, in a sense, literally for some people, for some it was the only family they had ever known, and as such the adage held true. There was a cynic, a negative influence in every family, in every pack. Those like Samson and Guinevere, Kavan and Cooper shouldn’t worry themselves over trying to please those negative individuals such as Finn and Penelope, the wolves who were only looking out for themselves. It would only be wasted effort and Gabriel admired those young, positive wolves too much for it to be anything less than a shame if they were ruined by those selfish cynics.
Samson didn’t have to worry about keeping Gabriel’s attention, there was little in the way of competition in the area. Gabriel could easily concentrate on Samson’s antics and Calista’s presence both at the same time without having to strain himself. Being a fighter, he was used to multitasking, whether it be physically or mentally, and this was no exception.
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Calista
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Post by Calista on Aug 20, 2009 3:17:39 GMT
The female wolf gave a low chuckle. "Ah, now he is waxing philosophical," she teased lightly. "Not just a jester, then, though I never assumed you to be that one-sided, Samson."
It could be that Calista had no sense of humor. She had never really been an outright joker and she would laugh, if prompted, though she had never considered herself to be of great wit. Biting, dry humor, perhaps, but nothing quite as extravagant as Samson and his merry band. Of course, she was perfectly content to let those with more skill monopolize; she certainly wouldn't be balancing on her head anytime soon, that was for sure. No, Calista was quite happy to watch the 'pack jokers' and laugh along with them.
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Ingrid
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
Standing in the way of control, you live your life; survive the only way that you know.
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Post by Ingrid on Aug 31, 2010 15:13:33 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
When the fire started Ingrid was sitting on a bench in the courtyard writing in a leather bound diary. It was a necessary process for her each day, it helped separate for her the lies from the truth and reminded her of who she was, having her thoughts down on paper, seeing her own handwriting laying out her day that way kept things nice and linear. Of course the task was quickly forgotten when she heard the sound of shattering glass and then looked up to see the flickering orange glow of flames through one of the windows above. Something was wrong. Naturally something was wrong, they had gone on so long in this state of high alert, the tense atmosphere had to have sparked something eventually or drawn the kind of unwanted attention that she, as an individual was used to.
Ingrid tossed her journal down and stood, though she had her tactical knives on her person -- it felt only prudent with the pack in such a state as it was to have a weapon on her at all times lest she have to defend one of the young pack members against some foe from within -- she didn't draw either of them, just tilted her head upwards as she rose from the seat.
Shouting began. Smoke filled her sinuses. Fire.
One of the bedroom windows flew open and one of the male pack members lurched out of his room onto the balcony, coughing so violently that he fell to his knees. Ingrid wasted little time; she pinpointed the lowest balcony and started to run, picking up speed as she approached, running parallel along the wall and finally along it, launching off to land herself on the railing, balance perfect and precise. Form there she leapt to the next balcony and then another, swinging and vaulting her way up to the young male who was knitting his fingers through the iron bars, gasping for air. When she got to him, Ingrid crouched down and scooped him up by the waist.
"Slow, deep breaths," she told him, looking over her shoulder into his flame filled room. Jesus. The whole hotel was going to burn. "Hold on tight."
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