Molly
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I can't escape the twisted way you think of me
Posts: 171
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Post by Molly on Feb 13, 2006 22:05:03 GMT
One-and-a-two, three-and-a-four, five six seven, eight-and-a...hold on, that's wrong. "Grah...sonuvabitch."
Once again, she attacked the piece of music before her with the pink eraser in her hand, spraying rubber shavings along the piano's keys. Aforementioned shavings were quickly brushed away with a fair bit of swearing before Molly began pounding away at the poor instrument. One could always tell this particular werewolf's mood by how she treated her instrument and now, the loud, menacing cadenza which poured from it exactly mirrored her mood: frustrated and restless.
And it doesn't help that the full moon is closing in. Almost as if on cue, her wolf did a not-so subtle flip, forcing her to stumble over the measure she was working through. With a growl, she convinced herself that pounding a fist on the piano would have been counterproductive and took a deep breath to reign in her rising temper.
Just take it from the top again, she told herself, riveting her eyes on the page of music before her. And maybe I can work through that awkward little section again - it needs something else...
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Molly
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I can't escape the twisted way you think of me
Posts: 171
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Post by Molly on Feb 17, 2006 1:47:08 GMT
Eventually, once her wrists and fingers began to protest loudly, Molly gave into the inevitable fact that she would not be finishing this piece in this moment. The werewolf gave a few muttered curses and let her head fall to the keys with a sharp, discordant clunk. And then she realized something.
...I'm really friggin' hungry.
Her head came up rather quickly at that thought, and she practically bounded from the room. As she made her way to the kitchen, she remembered the new 'recruit' that Cole was supposed to be bringing in, but a particularly eager growl from her stomach stopped that train of thought. She'd go find this new person and say hello later. Right now, food.
I'm pizza. Cold, leftover pizza...
Continued in: The Kitchen
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Tina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
That solo's really long, but it's a pretty song.
Posts: 40
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Post by Tina on Apr 30, 2006 16:50:31 GMT
The blonde female heard the announcement, lifting her clear gaze from the book she held in her hands, curled up comfortably in the chair in the library as she listened. Cole’s voice carried easily throughout the otherwise quiet room; Tina had neglected to put on any soft music, as she sometimes did while reading, and wasn’t entirely sure why. Perhaps the nights of the full moon were the only ones where she preferred the quiet.
When the Alpha male’s voice stopped, she continued looking around calmly for a while, before returning her attention to the pages of the novel, ‘Hound of the Baskervilles’. It was one that she had read before, on several occasions, but one that seemed… ironically fitting, for this time of the month. That wasn’t to say she read it every month, but it often came to mind, at least.
Shifting the cushion behind her head, she settled down in the large armchair again, turned the page, and continued to read.
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Jeremy
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Historian
Nothing ever goes as planned, get your head out of your hands. Scream and shout like you were five.
Posts: 82
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Post by Jeremy on May 4, 2006 4:20:03 GMT
Who knew why Jeremy had decided to stop by library at this particular moment? In fact, he wasn't even sure himself, as he'd been bopping about the hotel fairly randomly for a few hours now, spending a few minutes here and a few minutes there, then dashing off to another spot as if something of the utmost importance were waiting for him. Which of course, there wasn't. There was only the hotel as usual, though in its somewhat subdued yet heightened state with the moon in its full phase. And his apparent increasing difficulty to keep himself entertained. Oh look, nice chairs. Chairs were good for jumping. Which was exactly what he did, alternating leaping from chair to chair with repeatedly jumping up and down on the cushions of a particular one.
Chairs chairs chairs chairs chairs chairs…. Oh, hey Tina… chairs chairs chairs chairs chairs…
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Tina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
That solo's really long, but it's a pretty song.
Posts: 40
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Post by Tina on May 4, 2006 4:39:42 GMT
She’d been in the middle of a particularly tense moment when the younger werewolf practically bounced into the room, and proceeded to spring about on the chairs. By some miracle of reflex, Tina managed not to jump out of her skin, but she did start slightly, clutching the book tightly in her hands with surprise. She hadn’t even seen him coming… let alone heard or smelt him; to say that he’d sprung out of nowhere might have been fairly accurate, but it was more likely that she’d just gotten too engrossed in the book.
“Um…” The blonde female watched the hyper historian bounce this way and that, from one chair to the next, and back again, trying to think what to do or say. Quirking a brow, and pulling a thoroughly confused expression, she ventured to say, “Hello, Jeremy… uh… I don’t think that’s the best idea.” Because the chairs may look sturdy, and while Jeremy wasn’t the largest of the pack, they weren’t the strongest furniture in the world. The last thing she needed was a moon-hyper werewolf falling down and breaking his neck because he clearly couldn’t put a lid on his restlessness.
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Jeremy
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Historian
Nothing ever goes as planned, get your head out of your hands. Scream and shout like you were five.
Posts: 82
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Post by Jeremy on May 4, 2006 4:53:11 GMT
But Tiiiiiiiiina, jumping on chairs was FUN!
Jeremy continued bouncing, a huge grin plastered on his face as he did so. And even though he wasn't verbally replying you could practically read the feeling of 'WEEEEEEEE' that seemed to shimmer behind his blue grey eyes. Keeping himself balanced and on target with his jumps was probably the only use Jeremy's werewolf agility would get. At least until the next full moon. And oh look, he missed a chair. With an almost eerie grace, Jeremy tucked his body inward and rolled into the fall, ending up landing on his feet in a crouch just to the other side of the chair he had been aiming for. Immediately afterward he plopped down on the floor, drawing his legs under him Indian style, the fact that Tina had said something to him just now registering. Or he just now stopping long enough for it to register. "Heh, did you say something?"
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Tina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
That solo's really long, but it's a pretty song.
Posts: 40
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Post by Tina on May 4, 2006 5:12:42 GMT
Tina blinked. She just… blinked. Because really, what else could one do after witnessing such a display?
The answer was ‘nothing’, plain and simple.
Glancing down at her book, she fumbled verbally, and then turned her eyes back on Jeremy, wondering just how much caffeine or sugar he’d ingested. “Um… it doesn’t matter.” At least he wasn’t jumping on the chairs anymore; that had been Tina’s main concern anyway. She doubted the Alphas or Betas would have been very pleased about his bouncing around, so his sitting still — if only for the moment — was some kind of triumph, she supposed. Granted, he’d ‘stopped’ of his own accord, but at least he’d stopped springing about.
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Jeremy
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Historian
Nothing ever goes as planned, get your head out of your hands. Scream and shout like you were five.
Posts: 82
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Post by Jeremy on May 4, 2006 5:24:20 GMT
The sad thing was that Jeremy'd had no more sugar and caffeine than usual, he just went into super d duper hyper mode during the full moon and there wasn't much to do besides wait it out just like with everyone else. Sitting still wasn't keeping him occupied for very long. So soon enough he was up again, having jumped from a full seated position to a full standing one, bouncing in place for a moment. Just as randomly, Jeremy tucked again and flipped so that he was standing on his hands. And then 'walking' on his hands. Towards Tina. Which consisted of hopping his full height across the floor and stopping next to the chair she was currently sitting in.
"What are you reading?"
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Tina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
That solo's really long, but it's a pretty song.
Posts: 40
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Post by Tina on May 4, 2006 18:49:54 GMT
Quite without meaning to, Tina tucked herself tighter into the chair when he started walking towards her on his hands. There was something you didn't see everyday, and it certainly startled her. In all her years as a werewolf, and even in all her years knowing Jeremy in the pack, she'd never really seen him like this; through some miracle of placement and scheduling, she'd always been in another part of the hotel during the full moon. Now she realised why she'd subconsciously done that...
"Um... 'Hound of the Baskervilles'." She considered him in his upside-down position, and angled her head somewhat to meet his gaze. "Have you... have you ever read it?"
It was rather difficult, making conversation with someone as overly-energetic as this, she realised...
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Jeremy
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Historian
Nothing ever goes as planned, get your head out of your hands. Scream and shout like you were five.
Posts: 82
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Post by Jeremy on May 4, 2006 19:47:38 GMT
Had Tina really not been around Jeremy during a full moon? Well that was interesting. And something that was being fixed right now. Jeremy knew that even for a werewolf he was a bit…odd, to say the least. Which was part of the reason he kept to himself so much most of the time. But for some reason, during the full moon that consideration fell by the wayside and it simply didn't occur to him that not everybody would want to be subjected to an overly hyper fairly young werewolf.
And all the blood was rushing to his head so he had to get down now. Tucking and rolling again, Jeremy ended up somewhere in front of Tina's chair, giving his head a few shakes. Okay he shouldn't have done that for so long. Things were getting woozy. And just as randomly as he had done everything else, he was back in the conversation.
"Hound of the Baskervilles, huh? I don't think I've read that one." Not even a pause as he laughed and went on. "And heh, that's kind of funny. A werewolf reading Hound of the Baskervilles." Or maybe it really wasn't, but at the moment it made sense in Jeremyland.
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Tina
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
That solo's really long, but it's a pretty song.
Posts: 40
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Post by Tina on May 4, 2006 21:18:15 GMT
Considering she had been in this same pack all her life, and Jeremy had been around for a while, it certainly was surprising. Not even Tina herself was sure how she'd managed that little feat, but right at that moment, she was wishing the pattern had continued.
She kept her eyes on him as he rolled and seated himself, quirking a brow delicately, and then glancing around, wondering if she was the unlucky, random victim of a prank. She laughed softly as well though, when he realised the odd irony, and nodded her head.
"I think that's why I like to read it around this time... whenever I re-read it, that is." She glanced at the cover, and then back at Jeremy. "So... energetic?" she ventured with a somewhat amused smile, and a lift of one brow. Of course, she already knew the answer, but it was something to say, at least.
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Jeremy
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Historian
Nothing ever goes as planned, get your head out of your hands. Scream and shout like you were five.
Posts: 82
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Post by Jeremy on May 5, 2006 2:00:46 GMT
"No, I'm good," Jeremy replied, obviously not getting the hint in Tina's question. And trust us, she was very much not the victim of a prank. A prank most likely would have involved a bucket of water or something else random perched above a door and an overly elaborate system of pulleys, ropes, and quite possibly levers. Hmm, sounds like something he might make just because, now that the idea was in his head. Already there was a complicated string of causes and effects flickering through Jeremy's brain. Let's see, they open the door, which pushes, no pulls on a tension rope attached to the other side of the doorknob…
"I don't hardly ever re-read anything." Photographic memory for the win! For all his gaming and other cyber activities, Jeremy did like to read, though his material usually consisted of something from the pack archives. Want him to recite Cole's family tree for you, right back to the founders of the pack? Or the different centers of location from the pack over time and how long they stayed at each one and how much the pack grew while there? He'd sooooo tell you. As he spoke and thought, Jeremy hummed to himself, completely unintentionally, and the little ditty currently floating through his head was probably the only thing keeping him occupied enough to stay stationary at the moment.
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Heidi
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
One step at a time; one hope, then another.
Posts: 300
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Post by Heidi on Jul 17, 2006 0:56:00 GMT
Continued from The Kitchen
Heidi was surprised to find the library empty, although she wasn't complaining. She wasn't quite sure she was up for Jeremy's energy, or much else for that matter; sleeping in a ball on the floor didn't lend itself much to extended socialization. She had enjoyed making breakfast for the pack, but now she needed to pull back a little and soak up some quiet time. She pulled one of her favorite books from the shelf and curled up in a wing chair, content to pass the morning in peace.
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Sissy
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Live, laugh, and love.
Posts: 197
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Post by Sissy on Jul 17, 2006 1:10:44 GMT
Continued from: Sissy's Bedroom
She knew before she entered the room that Heidi was inside and had paused for a moment before actually going in herself. If the Beta acted like she would prefer to be alone, Sissy would just find herself a book and go straight back to her room. She offered a soft and somewhat tired "Morning, Heidi," before heading for one of the book shelves. She knew the library's collection almost as well as she did her own, but she was hoping that, unlike her own collection, the library would offer up something that sounded at least somewhat interesting.
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Heidi
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
One step at a time; one hope, then another.
Posts: 300
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Post by Heidi on Jul 17, 2006 1:20:33 GMT
Heidi glanced up at the voice. "Oh, good morning, Sissy," she said. "I didn't see you at breakfast, you missed out on my 'world-famous' french toast." She smiled. "How was your night?"
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