Fox
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Post by Fox on Nov 7, 2006 4:04:25 GMT
Fox laughed slightly, his eyes taking on their feral shade of red and remaining that. His wolf clawing at the surface. Once they discovered who was going to be it. He already has his planned out. The favored rock. He loved using rock.
"You so sure I'm going to lose." He smiled with a low laugh.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Nov 8, 2006 7:03:12 GMT
Amelia cocked her head to the side with a snow smirk appearing on her lips. Her yellowed eyes looking even more feral then they had previously. “I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything,” She said in a voice barely above a whisper. She gave once final nod to Fox to make sure he was completely ready before speaking the familiar chant that she had spoken many times before. “Rock, scissors, paper” Her fist bounced in the air in time to her words, the third revealing her choice as Scissors.
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Nov 13, 2006 19:39:43 GMT
Fox revealed his choice...rock. Come on, if anything he was predictable. He always used rock. People would know that if they paid attention. Then again...when was the last time he played rock, scissors, paper. "I'm guessing this means that you're it, my dear Amelia." He gave the other wolf a cheeky little grin.
Deep in the back of his mind, his wolf bounced around. This meant it was going to play. Run. Possibly even hunt. (Not that the end of hunt meant he got the joy of a kill. Rayne would murder him if he killed another member of the pack.)
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Nov 14, 2006 23:50:02 GMT
As Fox revealed the choice that beat her own Amelia, she immediately frowned and changed the position of her two fingers to form a rather rude gesture at Fox, but soon after dropped it with a slight laugh. “Damn it. I’m so out of practice. We should have set up a best two out of three option or something.” She shook her head. “And I’m not your ‘dear’” She finished defiantly.
Her wolf was looking forward to the hunt. Even though it was a playful mockery of what it truly wanted, her wolf took everything it could get. “Ok, I’ll count to…” She paused, looking to the floor thoughtfully. “50?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought this far ahead."
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Nov 17, 2006 17:02:11 GMT
Fox gaped mockingly, putting a hand over his chest with a saddened look to his face. "Ah...you wound me, Ams." His wolf happily paced in the back of his head. It wasn't so easily forgotten. Fox had promised a lovely run, unconciously he did at least. Or his wolf seemed to take it in the way of that.
"50? Alright then..." And with that Fox bolted, making his way to find a hiding spot. His wolf huffing bitterly that he hadn't allowed it to come out yet. It wanted to be running. Not the other way around, dammit.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Nov 19, 2006 21:40:22 GMT
As Fox put on the mock show of sadness, Amelia laughed. “Well, you better get used to it, Foxy” She said, her worlds filtered through a sharp grin. Her wolf enjoyed that idea more than any other suggestion Amelia and Fox had come up with before that time, and grew all the more restless.
As Fox ran off, Amelia turned her back on him and placed her head on the wall with her hands brought up to her eyes. She thought about cheating briefly but that took most of the run out of the game, at least for her it did. She counted loudly, although there was a part of her that worried she might disturb some other members of the pack but she disregarded that fact for the moment. If it happened, she’d deal with it later. “46…47…48….49….50!” She shouted the last number, then followed up with the token phrase of the game. “Ready or Not! Here I come!” She dropped her hands to her side and spun around on her heal and took off down the hallway she was certain Fox has disappeared.
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Nov 22, 2006 16:03:25 GMT
Fox heard the other wolf give out a fair warning. The hunt was on. For her at least. His wolf was disappointed in the guitarist that he had to be the prey first. It wasn't something he was so keen on being at the moment. But...as if he had a reason to complain.
His wolf snapped at him. Egging him to move on. One place for too long and she would find him. And it would be rather disappointing to the other wolf. He knew he would want her to do her best to hide. But really...how could one hide from a damn werewolf? This was more of a game of...'I count to fifty before we start chasing each other around the hotel'.
Luckily for Fox though...he didn't mind one bit. Fox bolted down the hallway again, his curly dark hair taking on a lighter shade of brown and the deep hint of his wolf surfacing.
Continued in: The Lobby
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Nov 26, 2006 3:00:17 GMT
Amelia stopped and took a few moments to sniff the air to determine exactly which way Fox has gone. Her wolf delighted in the whole idea of the game, although it was sub-standard to an actual hunt. Amelia’s eyes flashed yellow as she took off once more at a full force run down the hallway, barely making it around corners without crashing into walls. The whole time she kept smelling the air, making sure she didn’t lose track of her pseudo-prey.
Eventually, Amelia didn’t slow in time and ended up in the wall and although her wolf was annoyed by the sudden slow in the chase, Amelia couldn’t be happier. She let out a loud laugh at her own clumsiness before continuing on. When she thought she was getting a little close, she slowed slightly, wanting to prolong the whole thing for as long as possible. She grinned as she felt she’d locked on to precisely where Fox has gone.
Continued in: The Lobby
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Mateo
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Bella's Pack: Senior Fighter
Life is a journey during which we all stumble at times.
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Post by Mateo on Feb 24, 2007 23:52:26 GMT
Continued from: Mateo’s Bedroom
Mateo moved along at a steady pace- not rushed but not too slow- listening for sounds from the rest of the pack. He knew that he’d get to the kitchen soon enough, so he wasn’t about to start racing down the hallway like some starving pup to find food. When he could get it, calmness was what Mateo preferred. There was no sense in rushing things when there was no real reason to. That was his theory, anyway, and it had served him well, so there were no changes to that coming anytime in the future. At least, as far as Mateo could see there wasn’t.
Continued at: The Kitchen
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Feb 25, 2007 11:43:30 GMT
Continued From: Amelia’s Bedroom
“Pain. In. The. Arse!” Amelia fumed as she made her way slowly along the hallway, as yet unsuccessful in the hunt of the elusive blue jewel. She hadn’t yet stooped to crawling, the still her half bent tortoise pace way of moving was undoubtedly ridiculous to any onlookers. Her usual patience was marred by a swiftly increasing headache, which had creped up on her throughout her little hunt. “Where are you, you little bastard?” She whispered as though an inanimate thing could really answer her. “Making me look stupid once isn’t good enough for you. Oh no, you’ve got to be one of those persistent little buggers, don’t you? Won’t rest until I’ve lost you for good.” She stopped her search momentarily to stretch her back. She lifted her hands towards the ceiling, standing high on her toes and rolling her head backwards. This little break, as small as it was made her feel marginally better and as though she could continue for another half hour at least.
With a sigh, she turned o rest her back on one of the walls. “You get what you bloody pay for.” She muttered, raising a hand to grab at her necklace and was once again mocked by the empty circle in the middle which usually housed that cheap piece of crap. It really was a cheap piece of crap and Amelia couldn’t understand quite why she cared so much that it was missing. But she did and so the search would continue for the better part of the day if that’s what it took. She pushed herself off the wall and continued along the hallway, constantly scanning for anything circular and blue.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Feb 27, 2007 1:22:04 GMT
Amelia let out a slight growl as her search of part of the Hallways came up completely empty. Her head was killing her and her back was protesting the current position that she was holding herself in. She straightened up, stretching out her back as she did so as much as her body protested. “Stupid thing.” She muttered about her rogue piece of Jewellery.
As she thought about where to go next, she hit her fist against the wall lightly as though the muted thump thump thump would help her cause. No such luck, but she still came up with a rather random idea. The Dining room. She hadn’t really been in there for some time, but it was always the places you least expected. By that Logic, Amelia made her way with purpose towards the Dining Room.
Continued in: The Dining Room
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Mar 9, 2007 22:19:48 GMT
Continued from: The Kitchen
Fox pulled the jewel out again, twirling it in his hand for a moment before his wolf popped its head up from the back of his mind. He knew this was familiar. But he couldn't place from where. His wolf made a low whining noise in the back of his head. Rolling its eyes at its human counterpart's slow reaction to just where the piece of jewelry was from. Fox ran his hand through his curly, long hair for a moment.
"Wait a minute..." Amelia. He gave a brief smile for a moment. It must have fallen off her necklace when she was chasing him down during the night. He pocketed the jewel again. He'd just have to fix it for her then. It was what he should do for a pack mate. Not to mention Amelia...she deserved it. He didn't know why he thought she deserved it. She just did. Yep...that was it. Perfect logic right there.
Continued in: Fox's Bedroom
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Mateo
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Senior Fighter
Life is a journey during which we all stumble at times.
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Post by Mateo on Mar 22, 2007 19:11:29 GMT
Continued from: The Courtyard with Charlotte
Mateo had never even considered getting a pet, but to each their own he figured. He supposed that some just simply saw the draw of it more than he did; basically, he didn’t particularly want the responsibility of taking care of a pet added to the responsibilities he had as a fighter. He knew that others did it and he wasn’t often needed to actually be a fighter, but perhaps he was just too lazy to care for a pet. Whatever it was, it really didn’t matter. He didn’t see himself getting a pet anytime in the future and it was doubtful that anyone would ever be able to make him change his mind on the subject if they tried.
They passed a couple of the others on their way, Mateo offering a nod to those who offered some sort of a greeting. That was polite enough.
Continued at: Drake’s Bedroom with Charlotte
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Mateo
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Senior Fighter
Life is a journey during which we all stumble at times.
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Post by Mateo on Mar 27, 2007 20:43:15 GMT
Continued from: Drake’s Bedroom
Mateo moved through hallways purposefully- it was his was his way and it was highly unlikely that that would ever change- and wondered if he really should bring up the departure with Neal and Bella. He supposed that someone else really did need to know; news would get around eventually, but he thought that he had the responsibility to at least tell them if he saw them first. He supposed that he should go back down to the kitchen and wait for them; he was certain that they would be down there eventually and he could ask to talk to them. Plus, he still needed to take his breakfast dished down to the kitchen.
Continued at: Mateo’s Bedroom
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Isabella
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While you were busy destroying my life, what was half in me has become whole.
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Post by Isabella on Apr 7, 2007 20:42:52 GMT
Continued from: Neal and Bella's Room with Neal.
Bella laughed, "Well don't you just have an answer for everything today..." she mused aloud as she passed into the hallway and paused to wait for Neal momentarily, absentmindedly filtering through the scents in the hallway as she stood there, mentally noting who had passed by recently in a way that was almost completely subconscious, "I think you'd have him stumped with that one."
Her smile only grew at the idea of dressing up for dinner. So the idea was taking a slightly 'girly' slant in her brain, so what? As stoic and possibly intimidating in her seriousness as the ex-Alpha could be, there was always that side of her that simply enjoyed living out her days at the moment, relishing the fact that she had the time to do such a thing. It had taken a long time to get to that stage, to let go of the solemn face she had been brought up behind even if it was just occasionally, even if it was only with Neal. The fact she'd gotten there at all was his doing.
"I think that sounds like a perfect idea." She beamed.
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