Sarah
Human
Departed
If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
Posts: 290
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Post by Sarah on Aug 11, 2006 4:29:15 GMT
Continued from Central Community Police Station -- The Front Desk with Chris
S & J's Market was convenient for the sergeants, since they passed it daily on the walk back to the apartment building where they both lived. "I don't know how you survive," Sarah complained, indicating Chris should push the cart around while she put things into it. "I suppose you need basic groceries like milk and bread, too, don't you?"
The taller officer's sheepish smile was all the answer she needed, and his partner rolled her eyes. "Honestly," she muttered scoldingly, putting carrots and celery into the cart as they wandered the vegetable aisle. "This pot roast should last a couple of days, so at least I know you won't starve for a little while."
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Aug 11, 2006 4:39:10 GMT
“The takeout places will be crushed,” he quipped lazily, fairly leaning down on the cart as he pushed it around, browsing random items as Sarah picked up bits of this and that; whatever she needed to make the food. “But hey, food that wasn’t mass-produced is fine by me.” He offered her a smirk, and returned to casually browsing, though not with the real intention of buying anything that wasn’t on Sarah’s mental shopping list.
He watched her toss things into the cart with a small smile on his face, leaning over curiously to see what random items were, if they weren’t recognisable straight away. He had been about to ask if she really needed so much for a pot roast, but decided to keep his mouth shut; she knew what she was doing, after all, and his cooking knowledge was next to zero.
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Sarah
Human
Departed
If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
Posts: 290
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Post by Sarah on Aug 11, 2006 4:43:52 GMT
Almost absentmindedly, Sarah ruffled his hair as she moved to examine the meat selection. "Behave yourself," she said, "and maybe I'll make spaghetti and garlic bread later in the week." Chris was particularly fond of Sarah's garlic bread, and she knew it.
"Right. I think that's all we need," she said, putting the last item into the cart. "Let's get out of here...this can simmer on the stove for an hour or two while you get a nap, you look like you need one."
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Aug 11, 2006 4:58:32 GMT
His almost childish grin at the promise of her garlic bread would be all the response Sarah needed, he knew. Glancing up from the cart’s contents when she declared they were finished, he nodded his agreement, and pushed them towards the checkout. The young woman there was talking with a co-worker about some incident or another, and in an animated fashion; Chris watched them for a moment, and then looked to Sarah.
“Okay… a nap might be a good idea.” He smiled sheepishly. “Or collapsing on the couch, at least.” He’d said as much simply because, to him, the two workers weren’t making a whole lot of sense as they talked quickly to one another. He gave up trying to keep track, and ran a hand through his scruffy hair.
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Sarah
Human
Departed
If it takes my whole life, I won't break, I won't bend
Posts: 290
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Post by Sarah on Aug 11, 2006 5:10:29 GMT
"Poor baby," Sarah said dryly, but she smiled as she started lifting items out of the cart and onto the conveyor belt.
"Yes," she continued, "you definitely need to lie down. Big day tomorrow; can't have you overdoing it. But you definitely need to eat, so as soon as we get home I'll put this stuff together. I fully expect you to crash on the sofa until it's ready." Scolding Chris was second nature to his shorter partner, and she did it so often and so effortlessly that it quite often failed to dawn on her how it might sound to anyone listening.
"That'll be $41.53," the checkout girl remarked. Sarah looked at Chris, who groaned lightly and pulled out his wallet. "You know," the clerk continued as he forked over the money, "I hope I'm not being too pushy by saying this...but I see a lot of people each day, and I've gotta tell you -- you two make a really cute couple."
Silence reigned for a few seconds as the officers looked at one another. Finally, and in perfect unison, they replied, "Couple of what?"
Laughing at the dumbstruck expression on the poor girl's face, Sarah shook her head. "Let's go, Shep."
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Chris
Human
LAPD Sergeant: Narcotics
And I won't let you drown when the water's pulling you in; I'll keep fighting, I'll keep fighting.
Posts: 407
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Post by Chris on Aug 11, 2006 21:52:52 GMT
Chris was still in a definite state of confusion, wondering simultaneously how Sarah had managed to get him to spend over forty bucks on food that needed effort to prepare, and the clerk’s… statement. He’d blinked at the expression on the girl’s face, as she seemed to realise a blunder, and then glanced quickly to Sarah when she prompted them to leave. He hadn’t been standing properly since they’d entered the market, leaning on the cart as was his usual way, and when he did, he saw out of the corner of his eye how the clerk and her co-worker seemed surprised by his height.
A little amused by that, he stifled a smirk, even as he followed Sarah out of the market, on their way to their intended destination. That nap was starting to sound like a really good idea…
Continued at: Apartment Complex; Chris’ Apartment with Sarah.
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Callandra
Rogue Werewolf
Freelance Graphics Designer
Posts: 132
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Post by Callandra on Oct 31, 2006 20:54:46 GMT
Calla tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she waited impatiently for the checker to finish ringing up her groceries, green eyes glancing out the front windows towards the full moon. Come on, dammit, she thought, returning her eyes to the checker. I don’t have all freaking night. Humans were so incredibly slow sometimes…
I shouldn’t have left him, but I didn’t think it was going to take this damn long… She shifted impatiently in her spot; she knew that the moon affected Trent more than it normally would have for someone his age, but they had needed groceries. They had to eat sometime tonight and there was nothing in the apartment for her to fix. He should be okay. I hope he is…
The cashier finally finished ringing up the groceries and told Calla the total; the werewolf practically threw the money at him and snatched up her bags, all but snapping that she had them when he offered to take them out for her, already heading for the door. Calla was annoyed by humans daily, but on a night like this, they could really get under her skin. Not caring that she seemed like a rude customer, she practically ran out the door, trying to get home as quickly as possible.
Continued at: Trent and Calla’s Apartment
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Poppy
Human
Student/Librarian
I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier
Posts: 119
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Post by Poppy on Mar 3, 2007 22:05:09 GMT
Continued from: Apartment Complex; Building A; Poppy’s Apartment
Poppy grabbed one of the baskets as she entered the shop, glad that they kept the fruit and vegetables right by the front door. She was feeling all manner of irrational fears and paranoids at the moment and the thought of walking down the aisles was just too claustrophobic right now. As well as the thought she wouldn’t know who was around the corner.
She stopped in front of the grapes, a frown on her features. The grape was the traditional ‘get well soon’ food of choice and she was fairly confident that everyone liked grapes. Soft and juicy and nothing to them really.
Except that they came in two colours.
The young student picked up a bag of each, staring at first the white and then the red grapes. She had no idea which ones the Rivera’s would prefer and Poppy really didn’t feel strong enough right now to be making any kind of choices. After a few seconds of staring hopelessly at the two bags she dumped them both into her basket and headed for the checkout. They could chose themselves when she gave them to them.
Continued in: St. Benedict’s; ER Front Desk
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Beth
Human
Flower Shop Owner
Posts: 98
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Post by Beth on Dec 18, 2007 0:02:09 GMT
POST SKIP
Even when she had a specific shopping list to follow, Beth was an impulse buyer when it came to groceries, but with Tobin there, she was grabbing junk food by the cartload it seemed, trying to make sure that she didn’t fail to get something she though he should try. There were a lot of things on that particular list and she knew that she wouldn’t be getting them all this go around, but a lot of the basics were there- Cheetos, ice cream, a variety of chocolate bars and a few other things. She was getting real food too, of course, so long as there was no cooking involved due to her tendency to destroy such things- she had finally given in on the day he had come into her flower shop and had invited him to stay with her, a decision that she had yet to regret and doubted that she would- but she was having fun introducing him to new things to try. She had also decided that Tobin was his first name- if it turned out that she was wrong, she would start calling him by his proper name, but for now, that seemed okay.
As she turned down another aisle, she glanced to Tobin. “I though we might spend the night in and watch some movies while we eat our way through more snacks than can possibly be healthy. Although, I’m pretty sure I can figure out something for us to go do tonight if you’re not in the mood to sit around the apartment.” She knew that she was perfectly capable of coming up with some suggestions of what they could do if watching movies wasn’t something he felt like doing. They would, however, have to stop by the apartment in order to drop off the groceries. And she couldn’t forget that they needed to find something for dinner, too. She would have to think about that.
Stopping midway down the aisle, she studied the numerous packages of cookies and tried to figure out what kind she should get. Shortbread, without a doubt, and some chocolate chip, since buying cookies and not getting chocolate chip ones just seemed wrong. After those, she wasn’t sure. What kind would Tobin like best? Decisions, decisions…
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Tobin
Omega Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 95
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Post by Tobin on Dec 20, 2007 18:40:25 GMT
His leg had all but healed, cuts, bruises and other marks fading into nothing. The two weeks had been kind to Tobin and in more ways than one. He hadn’t thought it possible to settle in one place without the express permission of his leader and although the fear of what could be lurking behind him sometimes prompted him to consider leaving the city and pushing on, he could never quite bring himself to leave the safety he had found there. That was another thing he hadn’t thought possible, that he could find something was ‘safe’. Even understanding the true meaning of the word would have been something Tobin considered beyond him a mere few weeks before.
Tobin didn’t tell Beth that most nights he transformed part way through, still feeling more comfortable in his wolf skin. As a wolf he was better suited to protect himself, to escape if it was needed. As a wolf he was able to protect her in ways he couldn’t like this. His wolf side was still the better side of him but Tobin was slowly coming to realise there was good things about being human as well, and one of those things was currently standing beside him, staring at the bewildering array of packets of food.
Other things were the food. He didn’t know what was in all the packets and bags, and the names didn’t always help but Tobin had discovered that he had something of a sweet tooth and so he hoped that there was something sweet and tasty within whatever she picked.
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Beth
Human
Flower Shop Owner
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Post by Beth on Dec 21, 2007 1:29:18 GMT
Beth had every intention of making sure that they left the store with plenty of things to satisfy Tobin’s newly discovered sweet tooth- not to mention her own. She loved sweet stuff, so she tried to keep plenty around, just so it would be there should she get a craving. Now, it was even more important for her to keep such things around so that it would be there for Tobin should he decide that he had a craving for it that needed to be satisfied.
It had been odd sharing the apartment at first, but she had gotten used to it quickly, finding that it the company Tobin offered was wonderful. He still seemed to be a little nervous at times, but he seemed to have relaxed immensely over the past two weeks, something that Beth was grateful for. She still didn’t know why he had been so jumpy and nervous at first, but she had vowed not to ask him, leaving sharing that secret completely up to him. If he wanted her to know, then he would tell her.
Since he didn’t say anything to her comments, she assumed that watching movies was okay with him. “After we leave here, we’ll go rent some movies if you feel like it. I’m sure I can find some that you might like. I hope so, anyway.”
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Tobin
Omega Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 95
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Post by Tobin on Dec 27, 2007 16:38:12 GMT
As much as he loved the new found freedom he had discovered in the city, he was suspicious of it as well, suspicious even of Beth in a way. It seemed almost too good to be true, that he would meet someone like her so soon after escaping and part of Tobin wondered if any of this was even real. He’d been beaten down in the past, knocked and hurt so badly that when he had next regained consciousness hours and sometimes even days had passed. He had dreamed during those times, escapes from the horror of real life, dreams that had faded to nothing more than faint snatches of memory and thought upon awaking, leaving him just enough to know that there had been something good but nothing more.
It was possible that that was happening now. He couldn’t imagine anything crueller than that thought, except maybe that this was real and would be destroyed any moment by his past returning. Tobin had wondered if he should warn her, tell her what had happened to him, how his life had been like and what had been expected of him but every time Tobin had opened his mouth to say the words they had died and crumbled into dust on his tongue. The fear of his pack was still very much alive in him.
“A movie?” He smiled softly at the suggestion, brightening at the thought. Movies and television had confused him at first, enchanted but confused. In the past he had sometimes been past shops with televisions in the window, showing all manner of shows and even then, he had been caught up by it all, staring in wonder at all the different worlds they promised. It had just been hard to understand that it wasn’t all real; some of it was real, some wasn’t and sometimes the things that weren’t real seemed more real than the actual things.
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Beth
Human
Flower Shop Owner
Posts: 98
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Post by Beth on Dec 30, 2007 0:51:45 GMT
At times, Beth had very seriously considered asking Tobin to explain his past to her. She wanted to know. At least, sometimes she did. At other times, she thought that maybe she really didn’t because some part of her was afraid that if she knew, then whatever was in his past- whatever had brought her into the shop that day- would come back and force him to leave again. She knew that she never should have gotten attached to him, but she had. How could she not? She didn’t know how and it was too late now, something that she was perfectly content with.
When Tobin smiled at her suggestion, Beth smiled as well. “Yeah. I thought it’d be something nice to do with the night. There’s nothing quite like movies and a load of snacks. I could spend the whole night like that, but that’s just me.” She could have a lazy streak to her at times, but if Tobin felt like doing something else, then she was up for it. “Unless there’s something else you’d rather do, of course. If there is, feel free to tell me and we’ll do that.”
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Tobin
Omega Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 95
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Post by Tobin on Dec 30, 2007 17:56:37 GMT
Tobin never pretended to be braver than he was, the young wolf knew he was a coward and was ashamed of that but he couldn’t seem to scourge up any of the courage he needed to admit to his past. Shapes and figures appeared in his dreams during the nights, the fear gripping at him so hard and so completely that he couldn’t voice the screams that wanted to escape, could hardly even move to try and escape the shadows that tried to grab at him and pull him back into that sort of life.
“Something else?” He didn’t have any suggestions, Tobin constantly surprised by the sort of entertainment humans had come up with, and there seemed no end of different ways for people to spend time, passing by the hours until you could simply blink and the mortal life had managed to pass them by. Tobin wasn’t sure he really approved of what he could see as an almost decadent lifestyle so many seemed to indulge in – although that could be the influence of his Alpha – but equally, he was starting to think that his life before this had been wrong as well.
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Beth
Human
Flower Shop Owner
Posts: 98
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Post by Beth on Jan 3, 2008 16:40:34 GMT
As Beth wandered down the aisle, she studied the packages on the shelves, thinking and wondering if she would find out about Tobin's past. Finally, she came to the conclusion that if she did, she did and if she didn't, then that was okay. They were all allowed their secrets- she hadn't told him about her sister after all- and sometimes, it was necessary to keep things to themselves. They didn't need to know everything about each other; Tobin hadn't murdered her in her sleep, so that was all she needed to know. Not that she had ever really thought he would do that.
"There are all sorts of things to do around Los Angeles." She stopped and picked up a large bar of dark chocolate, thought about it, then grabbed another, putting them both into the cart before continuing on. "Sometime, we can go out to the beach if you want to. Oh, and go on one of those star homes tours." She gave a grin and a little shrug. "Every now and again, I get in the mood to do something touristy even though I live here. For tonight, though, we can watch movies if you want and I'll start making a list of all the things we can do at some point."
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