Mileena
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hope dangles on a string like slow-swinging redemption...
Posts: 39
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Post by Mileena on Jan 18, 2009 2:24:53 GMT
Mileena's vigilance paid off; she noticed the young human who stood close by Marion. He was a stranger to her, but if Marion kept him around in times like these, it was obviously for good reason.
Unfortunately, the human male seemed to be feeling less-than his best as he all but stumbled away from the scene. Something was definitely off, and when he had to grip the door frame to keep himself upright, Mileena knew it for sure. The fighter only briefly glanced to her Alpha before moving to the side of the pale young human.
"Are you well?" she queried softly.
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Archie
Human
Departed
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched
Posts: 35
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Post by Archie on Jan 18, 2009 3:03:36 GMT
Archie was so focused on holding onto the doorframe, the edge suddenly providing support, the kind of support that if he didn’t have, he was starting to suspect he would just fall over. His legs were getting wobbly – and he hadn’t heard the elegant women move up behind him, all of a sudden she was just there, standing by his side and speaking through the dull roar in his head. Archie didn’t even have the energy to jump in surprise at the way she had moved, putting everything he had learnt about moving quietly to shame. “Um.” Was he well? There was no reason why he shouldn’t be unwell.
Oh. Oh he was an idiot.
Pulling a stunt like this, he was going to be lucky if Marion didn’t fire him for being so painfully stupid, and even though he had been distracted with everything going on around him that was no excuse for neglecting something so basic to his life, something he did without thinking for almost as long as he had memory for. Blue eyes met the gaze of the unnamed woman, Archie licking at his lips a little in an attempt to try and wet them, frantically struggling to put his thoughts in some kind of order, to not just stand there but actually do something.
“I uh…” With the hand currently not gripping on for dear life, Archie started to pat at his side, fingers clumsy, brain taking a moment to realise that he wasn’t wearing it, he’d taken his jacket off and put it. Oh where had he put it… another stupid act. “I need. In my jacket. By the table…” It wasn’t the most helpful of jumbled bits of sentences but right now all his brain was doing was helpfully pointing out that long complicated sentences were vastly overrated, as was sense.
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Mileena
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hope dangles on a string like slow-swinging redemption...
Posts: 39
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Post by Mileena on Jan 18, 2009 3:12:07 GMT
His stunted, mumbled sentences were enough to make Mileena frown out of concern. Obviously he was definitely not "well", so when he directed her to the jacket, she moved quickly. The strange human's jacket was right where he said it would be and she snatched it up, moving back to his side after a quick glance back to the activity around the couch.
"Here," she said as she handed over the coat. "Maybe you should sit down?"
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Cole
Alpha Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Fear of the unknown clouds our hearts today. Come into my world, see through my eyes.
Posts: 500
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Post by Cole on Jan 18, 2009 3:27:38 GMT
When Cole cursed, as always, it was not in English that he did so. The Alpha male didn’t even register what language it was that tumbled out of his mouth as the human bucked and rebelled against the rapidly changing situation. Nate was quickly prompted to move, to keep from being struck by the man’s thrashing movements, and Cole acted quickly, glancing to Marion to advise her, like the doctor, to stay back.
The wolf inside of the recently-turned man, dangerously young as it was, was already spiking through his brain, and the wires were crossing, the signals confused and chaotic. The man didn’t even know he was reacting instinctively; not any human instinct, but animal instinct, primal and, if left unchecked, deadly.
Oblivious to the minor scene unfolding across the room behind him, Cole rose from his crouch enough to literally pin the man down, against the couch, using his own body as best he could to keep the wounded individual from lashing out. When his eyes opened, feverish with pain and confusion, Cole could see the panic there, the terror and utter bewilderment. He was going to hurt himself, and if Cole applied any more force, he would worsen the injuries. “Marion,” he said, his voice clipped but not angry, simply urgent or thereabouts, “he’s panicking. Talk to him.”
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Archie
Human
Departed
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched
Posts: 35
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Post by Archie on Jan 18, 2009 4:08:16 GMT
“Can’t. Easier standing…” Not so easy to explain why however, the majority of Archie’s thought process fixed firmly on the apparently now problematical task of taking his offered item of outwear, from the woman’s hands. In a state of fog or not, there were some parts of his personality and makeup that defied conscious actions as he finally gripped it himself. “Thank you.” Politeness had been engrained in him from birth, and at least that part of his mother’s attempts to keep him safe and a good person had worked. Unlike the lectures about monitoring his blood sugar levels.
His fumbling fingers finally closed around the desired object, pulling out of his jacket pocket what at first glance appeared to be a bulky pen, somewhat larger than your typical writing implement, but a pen nevertheless. Archie still couldn’t understand how he had let it get this bad – it wasn’t terrible, even confused and lacking proper concentration, he knew that the chances of him even passing out were highly slim – but normally the smallest indication of a dip was enough to make him scramble for one of the self testers he normally carried. There wasn’t time to do that now, and anyway Archie knew it was low, almost gasping in relief as the lid came off the ‘pen’, revealing the needle point beneath.
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Mileena
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hope dangles on a string like slow-swinging redemption...
Posts: 39
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Post by Mileena on Jan 18, 2009 4:26:42 GMT
The female's frown deepened; hopefully whatever was in the jacket pocket would help. Whatever the problem was, though, it seemed the human knew how to take care of it, and when he revealed the disguised needle, the little proverbial lightbulb went off; diabetes. It wasn't an ailment that any werewolf had to deal with, but she'd seen it in humans, and she knew enough that it had to be closely monitored. "You're welcome," she said, her smile brief but genuine.
Of course, when the injured male on the couch started to panic, Mileena immediately returned her attention to her Alpha. Cole knew what he was doing, no doubt about it, but it was her job to make sure he was protected. If things really turned south, she'd jump in.
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Tomas
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Posts: 105
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Post by Tomas on Jan 18, 2009 23:23:36 GMT
Tomas had placed himself out of the way, observing silently and listening to all that was being said. With so many of them there, he found it easy to fade into the background and watch, waiting to see if he was going to be needed. If he was, he was willing to step in without a moment’s hesitation and if not, at least he was there so he wouldn’t have to spend the time the group was gone wondering about what had happened and whether or not he could have been any help. So long as he didn’t impede anyone, he was fine with being unneeded.
As soon as the new wolf began to struggle, Tomas moved forward, stopping short when Cole was quick to attempting pinning him. He was closer now, but still out of the way, unwilling to step in if it was likely to cause more harm than good. Still, he was ready now- more so than he had been, anyway, since he had been read since the moment they had stepped through the door.
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Marion
Human
Departed
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Post by Marion on Jan 20, 2009 1:13:20 GMT
Marion was torn. Her new assistant had just stumbled out of the room, and her eyes followed him when Cole's voice brought her round. The sight of Mileena following Archie gave her brain the instant it needed to move to Owen. Knowing all too well what was happening inside Owen at the moment, she knew she needed to be away from anything he'd flail. She pushed thoughts of her father from her mind and moved to Owen's head.
Placing her hands on his jaw, she cupped it and looked down at him. His eyes were wild, and Cole's strength would keep her from being hurt - but she had to try and save Owen's mind. "Owen - Owen, look at me darlin." Her fingertips dug into his jaw just a little to bring his eyes up and she looked down into his face, blonde hair falling on one side to brush his cheek. "Owen. Its me, Marion. You promised me, Owen, you promised me you trusted me. This is Cole - c'mon Owen, use that brain of yours!"
Her voice was firm, her "Bulldog" tone, that would accept nothing but what it wanted. "Owen, look at me. You're ruining my couch even more Owen." A deep breath and she moved her face closer, so he could feel her breath on his face. "Look at me. Look at my eyes Owen. You can, you can - just *look* at me, Owen. Cole can't help you unless you trust me - come on, handsome - trust me."
Keeping her hands on his jaw, she stroked her thumbs over his skin, her eyes fixed on his, her body braced to fly away if Cole so much as hinted at it. This was dangerous, but Marion was here for the long haul.
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Mara
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
Posts: 260
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Post by Mara on Jan 20, 2009 1:37:53 GMT
Kyle's hand at the small of her back brought calm back to Mara. Cole's nod brought her head up - between the two, she regained her balance quickly. She stood silently, watching Owen and Marion, wishing hard there was something she could do to assist, a small voice inside her envious that Owen had friends around him as he turned. Mara had had to go through it alone, something that she tried not to remember - much less the jail time.
She wondered if her empathy would feel the wolf coming... she let her brain work on that idea for a moment, cataloguing the thoughts to give herself distraction. Would a fighter wolf for her, so she could see if it felt different? Would it trigger her? It felt emotions, sure, but the wolf... she shook her head again to clear it, and crossed her arms infront of her. Kyle's hand remained, and she was grateful. She mumbled quietly to him.. "Thank you... sorry."
Shifting from one foot to the other, she whispered again - "I feel useless. Is there something I could be doing?"
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Owen
Rogue Werewolf
Advertising Executive
All my talk of starting over, these words were never true.
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Post by Owen on Jan 21, 2009 2:07:20 GMT
Nothing made sense to Owen anymore. Thoughts didn’t form and logic had no place in the chaos that was his mind; it all just clashed and blurred together, and beneath it all, something primal seemed to rage, deafening him from within and burying him underneath a thick layer of fear and desire that he didn’t understand. Owen only knew that he had to get away, that there were too many people; he didn’t know them, and he needed distance, an escape.
Even when Marion laid her hands on him, he didn’t recognise it; he couldn’t think of her as Marion then, only as a person who he vaguely knew wasn’t dangerous, but what was she saying? Why? It didn’t make sense, and that was maddening, and when he tried to cry out in frustration, his voice wouldn’t respond. His body felt aflame all over again, wounds that should have killed him seeming to burn and pulse with pain that he had no right feeling.
But then everything clouded, failing, and his struggling body buckled under the firm pressure of whoever it was restraining him. His chest heaved rapidly, and with Marion’s hands still on his face, his head dropped right back against the couch and all the fight went out of him. Finally, blissfully, the world went dark.
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Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Jan 21, 2009 2:14:35 GMT
Regardless of whether she knew it or not, Mara was most definitely not alone in how she had had to adjust to her lycanthropy. Kyle might have covered it up with layer upon layer of composure and control over the years, but he could still remember his own turning, the turmoil and grief that had gone along with it, losing his brother and being hurled, without warning, into a world that he hadn’t asked to know about, let alone be involved with. It had been something of a rude awakening, and Kyle knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that there were possibly more than a dozen werewolves in their pack alone whose stories were similar. And then, of course, there were some that were worse. Far worse. Naturally, the fighter didn’t envy those individuals, and what few of them there were with such traumatic tales didn’t share them, understandably.
Choosing not to respond to Mara’s unnecessary apology, though not out of anything resembling irritation, Kyle regarded the situation across the room, the way the turned man slumped back into the couch as if someone had flipped a switch, or cut his strings. “No,” he said simply, softly, to Mara, shaking his head just enough to make his hair sway around his face gently. He turned his head as he heard sounds from outside, and glanced back to Cole just as the doors swung open and Amber strode back in to announce that she had moved the car as directed.
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Archie
Human
Departed
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched
Posts: 35
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Post by Archie on Jan 21, 2009 5:13:17 GMT
He wished it was as simple a cure as pushing in the needle, pressing the plunger and then bang, his condition was stabilised for another few hours until the time came when he had to stick another plaster over his broken body. Unfortunately, when he was stupid or lax in his regime, the cure could almost be as bad as the original problem. His body went from slowly breaking down and leading him into a stupor, to being hyper active, almost painfully so. It was the price that had to be paid, Archie lifting the edge of his shirt and slipping the needle into the side of his waist with practised ease, next to a serious of tiny puncture marks, evidence of constant injecting. For a moment or two he simply remained leaning against the door frame, slowly becoming more aware of the activity once more around Owen.
“Is…” Archie paused for a moment, drawing in a breath of air, already feeling his heart starting to pound away, the beat increasing rapidly, nervous energy flowing through his body. Still, it was better than no energy at all, it was far, far better than being unconscious or worst case dead. Trying to steady himself, Archie nodded towards the couch and people crowded around it, his current view point making it pretty much impossible to actually see Owen before fixing the unnamed woman with a quiet and determined stare, concern once more for someone other than himself. “Is he going to be alright?”
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Cole
Alpha Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Fear of the unknown clouds our hearts today. Come into my world, see through my eyes.
Posts: 500
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Post by Cole on Jan 22, 2009 22:44:19 GMT
Cole breathed out a quiet sigh of relief as Owen collapsed back into the couch and lost consciousness. It was better for him that way, less stressful and certainly less painful. This way, he would be able to rest and recover without having to endure any of the chaotic, confusing thoughts and instincts as the two sides of himself blurred together, one awakening for the first time and attempting to acquire dominance, forcefully if need be. It wasn’t often that that happened; Cole had only seen it a handful of times during his many years, and as he released Owen’s now prone form, no longer needing to pin him to the sofa, he muttered a very faint curse to himself. No one had ever figured out why, exactly, some people felt the presence of the wolf inside so soon after their turning when the majority were ignorant to it until the rise of the first full moon after their being scratched or bitten.
Not even glancing back when Archie spoke, Cole said, “He will be.” He glanced to Marion, then, and asked her, “Will he need anything? The sooner we get him back to The Hyperion, the better.” Cole watched a frown of thought briefly pass over the lawyer’s face before she spoke in response.
“A dog. He has a dog, up in his apartment. A German Shepherd, called Zodiac.”
Cole nodded, taking in a breath. They had had dogs at the hotel before, or rather, a dog; not every domesticated canine was going to be as accepting and comfortable around a pack of genuine werewolves as Brock was, but they would take the chance, for Owen’s sake. If it would provide him with some kind of comfort when he next regained consciousness, then it was worth a try. Glancing behind him, Cole searched the faces of the fighters gathered before his eyes landed on Irina and Natasha.
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Marion
Human
Departed
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Post by Marion on Feb 17, 2009 6:24:20 GMT
Marion watched Cole look through his pack for likely people to fetch Zodiac - she felt sure the pup would come with the pair he seemed to look at, the dog was extremely friendly. With unsteady feet, she slowly stood, feeling suddenly exhausted. Her throat felt tight and close - she was protecting Owen and Cole's pack with all she had, but she was a temporary and very mortal fix.
It suddenly seemed unfair that Owen seemed taken care of by the pack, and Marion felt a pang of jealousy that he was accepted to give assistance to so fast. I'm supposed to be the human here, but they're showing more humanity than most humans. Passing a hand over her eyes, she sat back hard on one of the extra chairs.
"If you take care of Zodiac, I'll finish cleaning up in here - I'm sure Archie cleaned up well in front, so hopefully there won't be any loose ends to tie up. But I will do them, if there are." She hesitated, then said - "When will he be safe to visit?"
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Mara
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
Posts: 260
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Post by Mara on Feb 17, 2009 6:37:02 GMT
Mara watched quietly, her stomach turning as Owen passed out. It was a blessing, but her wolf looked on, and her eyes flickered once. She moved slowly and carefully over to Marion's chair, standing behind the lawyer. Marion had saved another one of them, and she put her hand briefly on the woman's shoulder. Marion looked up in surprise, but gave her hand a squeeze before turning her head back to Cole for his answer.
Mara moved to lean against the counter at the back of the room - She wanted to be able to see the door, a part of her didn't like having her back to it, and the coolness of the countertop felt good against her back. She was maintaining, if with difficulty, Kyle's calmness keeping her grounded. She hoped he would follow, but she knew his first task was to Cole. If he chose not to, she hoped she could maintain the calm focus she had. Remembering Nate's dog, she turned to glance at the doctor - "Zodiac should go, right? Your boy likes us - I remember him being lovely to me." Her voice caught, remembering her first day at the hotel - hopefully she could assist Owen with settling in.
That she had a lot of experience in. Her hands clenched and unclenched slowly, as she stood, leaning carefully and waited to see if Nate had heard her.
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