Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 24, 2006 22:27:38 GMT
Continued from: Nick's Apartment
Standing before the door of his apartment, Nick pushed his keys into the left pocket of his sweats and pinpointed the scent that had caught his attention, beginning to follow it. People were coming and going in the building all the time, but for some reason this one had caught his attention. Of course, every new scent that made its way under his door caught his attention. With the mixture of residents that the building boasted, it was alway smart to check out unfamiliar scents if for no other reason than to make certain to keep track of who and what frequented the halls.
Following the scent for a few brief moments, Nick soon found himself standing before an apartment and he was certain that whoever he was smelling was inside. With a shrug, he reached out and knocked, stepping back to wait.
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Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
Dancer
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 24, 2006 22:42:41 GMT
Continued from: Lynnette's Apartment.
As she opened the door, she lifted her gaze, meeting that of the male werewolf standing there. He was wearing simple clothing, as if he'd been lounging around his own apartment before wandering down, but as she studied him, she couldn't help but pick up on something... wrong.
Was that blood she smelt?
Shaking herself out of her stupor, she met his gaze properly again. "Hi... um... can I help you?" Lyn herself was dressed in dark jeans, and a simple button-down white blouse, which was unfastened over a white strapped-shirt. Her cross pendant hung above the neck of the top, and her ring caught the light gently as her hand rested against the doorframe. She'd removed her own sneakers in order to get herself comfortable in her new apartment.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 24, 2006 22:53:33 GMT
Nick gave a quick grin and took her in quickly before saying, "Nah. I just caught your scent and thought I'd come welcome you to the building." Werewolves knew other werewolves, after all. While he did make it a habit to check out all of the newcomers to his floor, it was always most interesting to check out the other werewolves. "I'm Nick Sherwood."
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 24, 2006 22:59:58 GMT
Hmm... so he knew for certain that she was a werewolf. Interesting.
Her natural curiosity increased somewhat at his behaviour, and she cocked her head lightly, so that her blonde hair tumbled a little over her shoulder. "Well, Nick Sherwood; you've got a good nose." After all, she'd only been in the building for about half an hour, maximum... not including her visit a few days before. She'd been living in a motel while she waited for a place to come up, and she'd settled on this one.
"I'm Lynnette Sampson." She smiled at him, offering a hand. "Call me Lyn."
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 24, 2006 23:11:38 GMT
Nick shrugged and winced slightly as it aggravated his injuries. That could be annoying, but at least werewolves were fast healers. Ignoring the pain, he reached out and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Lyn. Once you get used to all the scents around here, you’ll find out that new ones are hard to miss, especially when they end up here on the floor. As much as I’d like to think I’ve got a better nose than everybody else, I just can’t claim that’s what helped me notice your scent.”
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Lynnette
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I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 24, 2006 23:15:53 GMT
His grip was firm, and warm, and she shook his hand before releasing it. It rested casually at her hip as she leaned somewhat against her open door, listening to him explain the situation, and what had led him to investigating her presence. She laughed softly at his conclusion, nodding her head.
"Well, then I guess it's good that you admit that." She looked him over again. Lyn hadn't missed Nick's subtle wince, and she could only come to the conclusion that he'd been in a fight... and hadn't necessarily come out on top. "Hey," she began, deciding to take a chance, "I was about to order some takeout." She gestured behind her loosely towards the phone on the other side of the living room. "Feel like joining me? You can tell me about any crazies I should avoid." Lyn grinned briefly, and then lifted a brow.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 24, 2006 23:22:35 GMT
“Usually, I wouldn’t admit it, but since you’re new, I figure it’s best to get off on honest terms.”
At her offer to join her for dinner, Nick’s stomach rumbled, though quietly, which he was grateful for though it was hardly likely to go unnoticed. Still, at least it hadn’t been loud enough to be heard by the humans that were around. Even though he had eaten before heading to the club, transforming and fighting, especially when combined together, tended to make him hungry. He returned the grin and gave a nod. “Sure. Everybody ought to know who to keep a look out for when they come in here.”
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 24, 2006 23:27:06 GMT
Lyn had indeed picked up on the growl of his stomach, and she did her best to hide her smile. If her suspicions regarding his being in a fight were correct, then he was bound to have an appetite by now, and truthfully, she wouldn't mind the company. She'd been living on her own with mostly disrespectable humans around for a while now, and having another werewolf to socialise with wasn't exactly unwelcome.
"I'm glad you agree. C'mon in." She stepped back, letting him enter the apartment, before she closed the door behind him.
Continued in: Lynnette's Apartment with Nick.
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Gemma
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Never be afraid to sit alone and think...
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Post by Gemma on Sept 14, 2006 15:11:39 GMT
Continued from: Gemma's Apartment
She rounded the corner with surprising agility, prepared to put on another burst of speed, but upon seeing that Wash's impromptu run had been foiled once more, she skidded to a halt. All pretense of agility failed at that point and the young librarian came to an abrupt halt, flailing briefly to keep herself from faceplanting. She felt her face go pink.
Oh god -- if he got into this guy's apartment, I'll die. I still can't look Mr. Vrdoljak in the face... "Washburne," Gemma scolded the kitten briefly, blushing as she retrieved him from his captor. "Thank you...no telling where he would've run off to."
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Marco
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Doorman & Bartender: The Onyx
Nowhere to run, pointless to hide. Just lay there and scream, pretending to try.
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Post by Marco on Sept 14, 2006 23:23:28 GMT
Continued from: Marco’s Apartment.
Marco’s thoughts had been elsewhere, so when he unlocked his door, and opened it, he was surprised to find two people already standing outside of it… and one of them wasn’t even human. He recognised them both in passing; the quiet wolf who loved animals but kept to himself, and the librarian, Gemma. He’d spoken to her on more than one occasion, but she had a habit of avoiding his eyes when they conversed. Was he really so intimidating? He had to wonder.
“Sorry… I seem to be interrupting.” He offered a quietly apologetic smile, towel in his hand, ready to head down to the gym for a workout that would hopefully waste a few hours of the evening. His eyes landed on the kitten wriggling in Gemma’s grasp… ah, Washburne, his little ginger friend. Marco had to smirk at the sight of the feline.
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Gemma
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Post by Gemma on Sept 15, 2006 3:46:32 GMT
"Oh no," Gemma stammered up at Marco as her face went pink. Again. The laugh she managed was wobbly, but atleast it wasn't her usual nervous twitter. "We are rather blocking your door, aren't we?"
Wash's already hyper disposition was furthered by the appearance of the large Croatian and he began mewling indignantly in the large man's direction. With a twist, the agile little fuzzball wrenched himself at Gemma's grip, garnering a startled yelp from the young woman as he flung himself towards poor Marco.
Note to self: make sure the catnip hasn't been laced with anything else.
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Marco
Rogue Werewolf
Doorman & Bartender: The Onyx
Nowhere to run, pointless to hide. Just lay there and scream, pretending to try.
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Post by Marco on Sept 15, 2006 17:08:07 GMT
There it was again. He watched Gemma’s face change colour, and couldn’t help but offer her a light smile. Why was she so spooked by him? “I’m in no rush,” he told her, shrugging his broad shoulders under his t-shirt.
Think fast. He dropped his towel to catch the airborne kitten, chuckling to himself as the ginger hairball landed in his hands and gave a playful swipe at his chest with a mew. “Well, hello there, Washburne. Long time no see.” He rather adored how the kitten didn’t seem at all intimidated by his lycanthropy.
Detecting the other wolf’s nervousness, he turned a calm gaze on him, hoping to transfer without words that he had nothing to worry about. Marco had no delusions of territory. He knew there were a handful of rogue wolves in the building, on many floors, and the only space he could call his own was his apartment itself. But the other lycanthrope displayed subtle submission all the same. Marco’s brow furrowed a fraction.
And so, the question took him a little by surprise. Scratching a hand under Washburne’s small chin, and listening to the rattling purr, he glanced to Gemma, and then back at the other wolf. “Come to think of it,” he began in a friendly manner, “I haven’t eaten yet.” And his stomach had been reminding him of that for the past hour, albeit discreetly.
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Gemma
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Post by Gemma on Sept 15, 2006 17:55:12 GMT
Gemma hadn't eaten dinner either, now that she thought of it. The whole neglected break during her shift might have been a bad idea, but it was something that happened often. However, the librarian did happen to have a stocked pantry, and she was sorely tempted to back down with a polite, 'No thank you.' She didn't do social...
But maybe it's because you don't try.
Briefly, she worried her lip, then caught Marco's eye. A sudden calm flooded her, a neutrality that was completely alien to her and caught her by surprise. Marco's calm. This was one instance when Gemma didn't particularly mind picking up on the emotions of the people around her.
"I haven't eaten, either," she finally said in a quiet, but strangely even voice. She even managed to smile while she reached out a hand to pet Wash, content to let Marco keep hold of him for now. "Dinner would be nice."
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Marco
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Doorman & Bartender: The Onyx
Nowhere to run, pointless to hide. Just lay there and scream, pretending to try.
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Post by Marco on Sept 16, 2006 1:29:28 GMT
He noticed the human’s sudden calm, and it caused his smile to return. Good. He didn’t want to be a cause of unease in anyone, unless it was necessary, and in this sort of situation, it most definitely was not necessary.
“I’m impartial,” Marco commented politely. He had a varied taste when it came to food, and wasn’t overly picky… and neither was his wolf. It perked up at the promise of a good meal, and the little kitten seemed to realise the lycanthrope’s stomach was growling. The kitten’s eyes swung up in the direction of his face, as if to say ‘don’t eat me!’, and he stifled a laugh, scratching Washburne’s ears to placate him.
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Gemma
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Post by Gemma on Sept 16, 2006 18:21:31 GMT
"Hmm...maybe pizza?" Gemma suggested with a brief smile. "Pizza always works."
The interaction between her little companion and the much larger man who held him made her smile. It was quite adorable, honestly -- Wash genuinely liked Marco, it seemed. His owner was definitely beginning to share that sentiment, as well. If Washburne could be calm(ish) around the large bouncer, then he must be all right.
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