Spence
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Scars are souvenirs you never lose - the past is never far...
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Post by Spence on Aug 4, 2006 1:46:24 GMT
...It's the full moon. He's irritable and moody. Don't act on the instinct.
That instinct was telling the fighter to take Fox's challenge and ram it right down the younger wolf's throat. But Spence was mature. He was older. And he needed to unclench his jaw before he broke it.
"Of all the bloody, buggering..." he trailed off into a string of low, growled curses and his movements became slightly more choppy and irritated as he went about getting a coffee for his Alpha. It took a great deal of restraint not to slam the mug down on the table, but Spence managed to hold back long enough to get back to his own seat, where he began taking out his frustration on his poor, defenseless omelette.
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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 Aug 5, 2006 22:39:13 GMT
Casey, for his part, had quieted when Dante had entered. His wolf had curled up, almost, quiet and respectful. He’d nodded with a welcoming smile… but Fox’s behaviour shattered that calm. When the newer member let his eyes flash, at Spence of all people, Casey had growled… low, and subtly. He didn’t want his Alphas to hear him letting his emotions getting the better of him, but for all intents and purposes, Spence was a big brother… and Casey took that very seriously.
He’ll be lucky if Spence doesn’t ram his own guitar up his ass, if he keeps it up, the video-game addict thought to himself, watching the irritated fighter take his aggression out on his omelette. Casey’s own fork was set at the side of his plate as he chewed a mouthful of his own breakfast, listening to Rayne speaking.
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Spence
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Scars are souvenirs you never lose - the past is never far...
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Post by Spence on Aug 6, 2006 14:03:17 GMT
Granted, it probably would have been wiser to just let his Alphas handle it, but Spence was usually a fairly sensible wolf. He figured he could let himself slide just this once.
"No'm," he replied in a respectful tone. "No use making a huge deal about it." The figher allowed himself a slightly vicious smirk. "And besides -- its been awhile since I let out a bit of steam in the sparring room."
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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 Aug 7, 2006 1:27:02 GMT
When Dante had entered, Drake had given yet another silent nod of respect. Now, finished with his breakfast- save his coffee, which he was working his way through- he got up, mug in hand, and took his plate to the sink. Eyeing his coffee cup afterwards, he decided that he really did not need a refill and left it at that. Now, having finished breakfast, Drake found himself wondering if he should stay and attempt to be social, despite not being in a particularly social mood, or just retreat to his room.
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Aug 10, 2006 23:32:29 GMT
Continued from: Samantha's Bedroom
The fair skinned fighter made her way into the kitchen. She had carefully dodged Fox in the lobby. "Mornin', ya'll." She yawned again, smacking her lips and crossing over to the fridge. She knew there was a possibility of getting omelettes...but she didn't like eggs.
Samantha pulled out bacon and leeks, walking over to the stove. "If anyone wants something other than omelettes...just speak up." She said looking over to Spence with a wistful grin. "Not that I have anything against your cooking, Spence. Eggs are my greatest enemy." The fighter hoped that he wouldn't notice that she had stolen a pair of his shorts. Samantha was rather surprised he owned a pair of shorts.
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Spence
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Scars are souvenirs you never lose - the past is never far...
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Post by Spence on Aug 11, 2006 7:41:26 GMT
Spence found his mood brightening a little at Samantha's entrance; he normally found her company quite enjoyable. "Fair enough, Sammy," he replied, flashing his fellow fighter a lopsided grin as he stood from his place. "How about I pour you a cup of coffee, atleast?"
It took a few moments, but Spence did indeed see that the female fighter had pilfered his shorts. Not that he minded. If he was perfectly honest with himself, she looked rather good in them, and besides, it wasn't the first article of his clothing that she'd stolen. He was still rather antsy to get that one comfy sweater back, though...
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Aug 11, 2006 7:53:49 GMT
Sam beamed slightly. "A man after my own heart...coffee would be awesome. Thanks, Spence." She chirped as she looked down at her rather odd meal as the bacon bubbled in its own fat. Just what exactly was she making? She looked over her shoulder, offering the taller fighter a grin of her own before making her way over to the fridge again, nearly disappearing inside it.
"Leeks, bacon...what else..." She mentally checked off a rather bizarre list of things to add to her meal, pulling out a tortilla and the bag of shredded cheese. This would make a rather unique meal. The fighter chewed on her bottom lip as she absent-mindedly sprinkled some cheese on top of the bacon and leeks in the frying pan. "Spence...what was I making?"
Samantha had a tendency to lean on the other fighter when she was was being...herself. Finding it had to determine if she had an actual meal planned or it was just going to be one big mess and she hoped whatever came out of it was somewhat edible. She also found herself at most times, believing Spence could read her mind and knew exactly what she was thinking or planning to do.
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Spence
Pack Werewolf
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Scars are souvenirs you never lose - the past is never far...
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Post by Spence on Aug 11, 2006 19:46:31 GMT
A rumbling chuckle sounded from the green-eyed fighter. "Hmmm..." When he slid up behind Samantha, it allowed him to hand off a fresh cup of coffee and get a peek at her creative concoction. "Bacon, leeks, cheese, tortilla..."
Still hovering over Sam's shoulder, Spence turned his head to flash her a smile. "Breakfast burrito-thing?" he suggested, chuckling again.
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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 Aug 11, 2006 21:51:41 GMT
Casey found himself watching the two older fighters at the stove, munching silently on the last of his omelette as he did so, coffee mug in one hand while the other dropped off the table, to rest on his leg. He often wondered how Samantha could be so cheerful in the mornings, especially those of the full moon; he was old enough to fight off the change himself, but he could never really sleep through the night — that was be the next step in his progress, he supposed.
It wasn’t that staying up all night playing video games wasn’t… entertaining, but he knew some of the others probably didn’t see it as the best way to spend his time. He could probably spend it sparring with any number of other pack members. Hell, maybe even Samantha and Spence would be up for a little training that evening…
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Aug 11, 2006 23:29:20 GMT
Sam held the mug in one hand, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Okay...I see where that can come from." She wrinkled her nose slightly before using the spatual and putting the bacon, leek and cheese concoction on the tortilla.
"If I die...you can have my guns, Spence." Samantha grinned with a slight chuckle taking a seat next to Casey and offering him a small grin. The fighter had found that she was in a large group, mainly consisting one or more pack members, she was in her element. And was slightly more energtic. But she still wanted to go back upstairs and sleep.
The dark haired fighter took a bite from the tortilla, nodding to herself as she ate it. "Pretty damn good...needs some hot sauce. You should try it." Samantha said, not talking to anyone in particular. Anyone who wanted to try it could just walk over and take it from her--just as long as they didn't eat all.
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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 Aug 12, 2006 15:13:00 GMT
He finished off his coffee quickly and put the mug in the sink, deciding against more. With that done and his breakfast finished, he really saw no reason to stick around. He had become background it seemed and that was fine. During the full moon, he preferred to be left alone anyway. So, with a quick and silent was, Drake headed out, figuring he'd spend the rest of his day locked away in his room.
Continued in: Drake's Bedroom
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Aug 26, 2006 18:38:15 GMT
Sam sighed rather heavily, finishing off the last her breakfest burrito-on-crack. The fighter gave the room a once over before hopping back to her feet. "I'm goin' go to the training room. Or possibly play video games...most likely the video games bit. Anyone care to join in the fight against the forces of evil?"
Samatha brushed her hair back slightly. She should be going to the training room, if she wanted to challenge the current beta for her position. It wasn't as though she didn't respect Nia. She adored her betas. But following after the alphas and betas for a while, her wolf wanted to move up on the latter. Since her track record with packs hadn't exactly been the best experience. She loved the closeness she felt around Rayne's pack.
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Aug 26, 2006 19:09:41 GMT
Continued from: The Lobby
Fox sort of snuck in, trying to avoid Spence all he could. The fighter had increasingly calm down since Sam's appearance. But, he knew his presence might not be able to keep that calm. He glared at Samantha while walking passed. He was looking for that shirt. Fox shrugged lightly, disposing of his cold food.
"I'm...going to go search for that cafe place. Laters...I guess." Fox announced with a quick wave. He didn't want to die yet. So it was good to just hurry up and leave. He gave Sam a quick and friendly hug from behind before heading out the door as quickly as he had come in.
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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 Aug 27, 2006 20:21:27 GMT
Perking up at the sound of the words ‘video game’, all thoughts about sleep fled Casey’s mind, and he smirked, prompting a chuckle from Spence, at least. It was no secret that Casey spent a good portion of his waking hours on or in front of a computer in one sense or another, either online or giving in to mindless, pixelated violence.
“Me, definitely, as if you have to ask,” he chimed in, feeling the need to vocalise his enthusiasm, as unnecessary as it was. “What game are you gonna play?” He couldn’t help but be curious about it; he’d played his fair share of video games, but he had his favourites, like any gamer.
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Aug 28, 2006 0:19:15 GMT
Samantha patted Fox's head with a sly grin on her face, ruffling the younger wolf's hair. She wasn't exactly sure if Rayne and Dante would approve the musician's hunt for caffine. She grinned at Casey, glad that he acted to his nature when video games were mentioned. "Um...well...I was looking at anything with sniping action." She laughed, wiggling her eyebrows.
She stopped to think for a while. "Maybe some Halo. I'm usually one for rpgs." Sam was surprisingly a vetern gamer. But she wasn't as much as Casey. It was only something to preoccupy herself with. She had to admit some of the video games had her on the edge of her seat though.
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