Amelia
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The road ahead is turning.
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Post by Amelia on Feb 18, 2006 3:25:34 GMT
“Right” Amelia said with a clap of her hands as though to psyche herself up. A good time was going to be had within the walls of The Four Seasons weather she felt up to it or not. “Soda,” She said, pointing at the fridge before moving off towards it. “When was the last time you ever had a calm time when you were watching a movie?” She asked as she yanked open the door the fridge and began removing soda cans from the fridge two at a time and placing them on the counter. She was a little apprehensive about another pack member wanting a soda and finding the supplies severely diminished and getting more than a little annoyed, but she would deal with that later, should that particular problem arise.
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
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Post by Drake on Feb 18, 2006 3:36:39 GMT
"Considering I usually watch them by myself, a couple of days ago." He put the paper on the counter and went to the cabinets, reaching into his hiding places in each and pulling out a variety of chips, candies and various snacking things, many of which had chocolate in them. When he was satisfied with that pile, he went hunting for popcorn, quickly finding it. "This is going to fun." He said it to convince himself more than Amelia. "We're going to just sit back, relax and act like we're somewhere other than here." He tossed the popcorn into the microwave and turned to pull out a bowl from one of the cabinets.
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Amelia
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The road ahead is turning.
Posts: 141
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Post by Amelia on Feb 18, 2006 3:43:54 GMT
Satisfied with the amount of soda she had accumulated, Amelia closed the door of the fridge and gave a satisfied nod. She turned around to see the pile of snack food that Drake had collected and gave a small chuckle “Do you really think we’ll make our way through all of that?” She said and then shook her head. “Of course. I forgot who I was talking to” She answered her own question with more of a laugh. It was going to be fun and it didn’t pay to be moody about trivial things such as not being allowed out when there was an opportunity for other fun to be had.
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Feb 19, 2006 18:32:47 GMT
He bowed, giving a grin. "I'm the Bottomless Pit." Straightening, he looked at the collection. "Seriously, though, I don't know if we'll make it through all of this or not. If we do, we do and if we don't, we don't. I just figured that this way we're sure to have enough."
He went over and checked the popcorn. Satisfied, he stopped the microwave and went about pouring the hot snack into the bowl he had taken out. Tossing away the popcorn bag, he looked at Amelia. "Ready when you are."
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Amelia
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The road ahead is turning.
Posts: 141
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Post by Amelia on Feb 20, 2006 1:18:25 GMT
As Drake spoke, Amelia nodded. When he was done she pointed a finger at him with a smile. “I like your logic” She said, shaking her finger at him a little. She looked at the piled cans of soda and dropped her arm to her side, trying to figure out how to carry them. A drop of one would result in a fizzy bomb, which had its advantages, but not for the purpose to which was intended.
After pondering the dilemma for a few moments, she went to one of the cupboards, rummaged around for a bit before producing 2 plastic bags. She placed one inside the other and began loading the cans into the double bag. With a grin she looked over at Drake “Lead the way” She said, pulling the bagged cans towards her with one hand and gesturing towards the door with the other.
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Feb 20, 2006 1:24:50 GMT
"Good idea," Drake complimented, nodding towards the double bagged sodas as he picked up the bowl of popcorn and began trying to pile his arms with snacks using his free hand. He managed to get most of it, but some just had to go on top of the sodas. At least he was nice enough to get most of what he had dug out. With a nod and a grin, he headed for the door, his mind working as he tried to remember what all movies were at their disposal.
Continued at: The Lounge with Amelia
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Spence
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Scars are souvenirs you never lose - the past is never far...
Posts: 35
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Post by Spence on Jun 27, 2006 19:34:39 GMT
It was difficult to pull together a decent breakfast when one was still half-asleep. Spence was quite sure that he'd left a large portion of his brain back on his pillow. It was rather tempting to shuffle back up to his room and reunit with it. But, Spence was a trooper.
A groggy, incoherent trooper, but a trooper nonetheless. His wolf wasn't so restless during the full moon as it once was, but still...argh.
The older wolf made his shuffling, barefooted way around the kitchen area, fiddling with the percolater and scrounging up the basic ingredients for an omelet or six. Three for Spence, and a few extra for whomsoever might shuffle on in; not such an unusual occurence. Spence often ended up cooking meals for the pack ocassionally, which he didn't mind, and he'd never heard anyone else complain about his cooking. Atleast, not to his face...
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Casey
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
When you're brought into this world, they say you're born in sin.
Posts: 64
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Post by Casey on Jun 27, 2006 21:43:20 GMT
Continued from: Drake’s Bedroom with Drake.
Before they’d even hit the lobby of the Four Seasons, Casey’s nose had picked up on the oh-so-tempting smell of whatever was cooking in the kitchen. Filtering through the aroma, he picked up a familiar scent of another pack member, and the two younger male wolves entered the kitchen to find Spence whipping up the omelettes. “Spence, man…” Casey didn’t often allow himself to indulge in modern slang, but he was so muzzy with exhaustion that he could afford a few slips. “You read my mind.”
He hovered near the larger male for a moment, practically drinking in the scent, and making a low noise of satisfied anticipation. Spence tended to share the spoils of his cooking endeavours; Casey had logged away this important titbit of information a long time ago.
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Spence
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Scars are souvenirs you never lose - the past is never far...
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Post by Spence on Jun 28, 2006 16:44:25 GMT
"Pup, with they way your stomach was growling, I don't need to be psychic. I just need to listen carefully."
Spence glanced to Casey and the younger wolf's brief scowl made him chuckle before he waved him off with the spatula. "And staring at them won't make them cook any faster," he added. "Why don't you fuss with getting the coffee and whatnot, eh?" The fighter's green eyes turned to Drake. "You want a few as well, Drake?"
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Casey
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
When you're brought into this world, they say you're born in sin.
Posts: 64
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Post by Casey on Jun 28, 2006 19:29:48 GMT
Dodging out of the way of the spatula, Casey resisted the immature urge to stick his tongue out at the larger wolf, before chuckling and grinning instead. “One pot of coffee, comin’ right up,” he conceded, shuffling around the kitchen to get the necessary ingredients. Spence had already clearly made a start with the percolator, but Casey assumed the omelettes had distracted him. Slipping in the filter, and switching it on, he amused himself by watching the coffee fill the pot for a few moments.
Reaching up to the cupboard above his head, he pulled down three mugs. Then he grabbed the milk out of the fridge, sorely tempted to drain half the carton as he stood there, waiting for the percolator to finish.
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Jun 29, 2006 13:36:25 GMT
Drake gave a nod to the question about omletttes. "That'd be great, Spence. Thanks." The blond werewolf could be rather hopeless in the kitchen and found that it was usually best for him to just stay out of the way when something was going on. Leaning against the counter, he blinked sleepily and stifled another yawn.
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Spence
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Scars are souvenirs you never lose - the past is never far...
Posts: 35
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Post by Spence on Jun 29, 2006 17:50:48 GMT
Spence gave a nod of his own. "Right," he said. "Truckload of omellettes, coming right up."
And the fighter hadn't been joking either; before long there was a generous plate of omellettes ready to be devoured with more than a few extras. But, given the fact that the smell of food was liable to attract the entire pack, that was probably a good thing.
"Dig in, boys," Spence declared with a satisfied grin as he took up a plate and helped himself.
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Casey
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
When you're brought into this world, they say you're born in sin.
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Post by Casey on Jun 29, 2006 18:15:03 GMT
Casey wasted little time after pouring out three generous mugs of coffee; one for each of them. He quickly dished up some of the omelettes for himself, and claimed a chair at the kitchen’s table, to do just as Spence had said; ‘dig in’. Eating nothing but scraps of chips out of old bags hadn’t been the ideal way to tame an appetite through the night, as he had already known, and now, his stomach was practically roaring at him, even as he took the first mouthful.
“That’s good,” he said, and then swallowed. “Spence, you’re a lifesaver…” Anything else Casey might have said was quickly drowned out by more of the breakfast. His wolf was too commanding and hungry to let him engage in conversation right at that moment.
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Jun 30, 2006 14:46:20 GMT
Drake was not long in following Casey's lead, taking a plate of omelettes and a mug of coffee to the dining table. Settling down in a chair, the first order of business was the food. He managed to make himself pause between the first and second bites to say, "These are great, Spence." After those four words, hunger won out and his complete attention went to the food.
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Posts: 64
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Post by Fox on Jul 28, 2006 19:14:46 GMT
Continued from: Fox’s Bedroom
Fox patted in with a slight growl. He didn’t mean for to growl, the wolf was acting up slightly as it paced around restlessly. It didn’t want to be in the kitchen apparently. “Damn,” he sighed, crossing over to the fridge and pulling out a pitcher of tea. He dark haired wolf turned to Casey, Spence, and Drake with a yawn escaping his mouth. “Mornin’….how’s everyone? Oh, omelettes!”
Fox grabbed a dirty cup sitting on the counter and a clean plate, taking a seat at the kitchen table. He puffed into the glass thinking that would clean it up enough and pouring himself some tea. “Thanks Spence,” he chimed before taking a few bites from the omelette. “Missing something…” Fox returned to the fridge pulling out salsa and returned to the table.
The wolf was always strangely hyper aware when he was around other pack members. Paranoid even. Although for good reason. He was part of Cole’s pack at first and they weren’t at best terms with that pack. Fox found it strangely roomy at The Four Seasons, much smaller pack but he liked it. Cole’s was beyond cramped. He poured a hefty bit of salsa on the omelette to drown out the taste of the eggs. He found that he liked eggs…when he didn’t taste them.
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