Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 79
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Post by Neal on Dec 21, 2007 16:53:40 GMT
It didn’t matter where they walking, only that the two were moving together through the hallways, minds and bodies as one. Sightings of the Alpha’s had become increasingly scarce over the past two weeks, apparently what they were doing in their own room far more important than the welfare and moral of the pack. Neal couldn’t even remember seeing either of them since the loss of Drake just spending time with some of the pack, either in the kitchen or the lounge. Even something as simple as cooking and talking while they waited for the food appeared to be beyond them.
He snorted softly, hand reaching out to brush lightly against the side of Bella, feeling suddenly and inexplicitly angry at Rayne and Dante even if there wasn’t anything they had done to warrant his annoyance. Then again, perhaps the lack was really the whole point after all. The atmosphere within the hotel had changed in the past few weeks, subtle at first but then relentlessly creeping upon them all, and Neal didn’t like it.
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Mikhail
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
I hear the voices when I?m dreaming, I can hear them say
Posts: 16
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Post by Mikhail on Dec 24, 2007 21:26:33 GMT
He swung his foot backwards and forwards, the bottom of his pant’s leg rubbing against the edge of the stairs as he moved, the soft rustling of fabric against stair a comforting background noise to his current activities. There was little that Mikhail Isyanov liked better than to settle down somewhere in the hotel, one of his many bolt holes and curl up with a comic – or graphic novel, he was never completely sure on the difference between the two and had long ago forgotten to care – and then just let the world go by, safe in his own little world and content in the knowledge that he was safe in the other world as well.
Mikhail rested his chin on the top of the hardback comic book, staring down the stairs without actually looking as he considered the time. Was it too soon after eating to break out the snacks? He’d seen some lovely looking chocolate cupcakes at the back of one of the cupboards in the kitchen earlier in the day and it would be a shame to leave them all on their little lonesome. Somebody needed to liberate the cupcakes, and possibly see if there were any of the white chocolate chunky cookies left and if so, liberate those too.
With a short bob of his head, he came to a decision. If he didn’t save the sweet snacks from the kitchen then who would? It was a hard task but Mikhail was sure he was up to it.
Continued in: The Kitchen
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Isabella
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
While you were busy destroying my life, what was half in me has become whole.
Posts: 75
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Post by Isabella on Dec 27, 2007 1:36:13 GMT
Isabella for her part felt she had managed to keep the Latin temper of hers well under control over the past two weeks, as a wolf of over eight-hundred years ought to be able to do. The lack of contact from the Alphas had her wolf defiant and annoyed and the human side of her was inclined to agree. It weakened them as a family, the division, the lack of decisive and present leadership. It turned her stomach that they could be so flippant to their pack, that they didn't feel the way the pack was shifting, changing right under their noses and she and Neal were powerless to do anything about it. Certain things, things that threatened her pack, her family were the things that truly tested her ability to be calm.
When her mate brushed her side, hearing him snort, Bella gave a stressed sigh and leant into him slightly, her hips brushing his gently. It wasn't hard for her to tell he felt the same, mainly because she knew him so well, but also because they were so open with one another and the subject had been broached in low voices behind closed doors. After the incident with Drake, something that had been eating at her persistently over the last fourteen days, something had felt horribly off to the Argentinean fighter and she knew Neal felt it too, drew strength from that in fact.
"Do you want to patrol tonight?" she asked softly, opening up a conversation gently as they walked in tandem down a hallway with no real destination in mind.
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 79
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Post by Neal on Dec 29, 2007 15:31:41 GMT
Family was a real weakness for Neal and Bella, he knew that. It was, however, a weakness he readily accepted and would have no other way. To care for those he had around him, to feel their pain when they were hurt and to try and protect them was what made him a better fighter as the years slowly rolled round; slower it seemed than the normal snap of time, perhaps because of the tense current situation. He tried to remind himself that this – whatever this actually was – would blow over and be as though it had never even happened soon enough. Neal just couldn’t help but feel that for the Alpha’s they had, somehow along the way family had become a weakness too far for them.
It was a traitorous thought, one he wouldn’t have dreamed of even admitting to himself two weeks ago but times changed. Something else was changing too, but even with all his years, he wasn’t sure he could tell exactly what.
Neal turned his head as Bella lent into him, wolf side at once both calming itself because she was so close and at the same time pawing in fear at the unease it could sense in her, unease that was mirrored in Neal. “Perhaps a couple of sweeps,” Neal replied, tone just as soft. It wasn’t their duty to patrol but that didn’t mean anything right now. “We should at least check in on most of the main spots.”
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Isabella
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
While you were busy destroying my life, what was half in me has become whole.
Posts: 75
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Post by Isabella on Jan 24, 2008 19:13:49 GMT
It probably made her overly sentimental, but Bella had taken to carrying her Bowie knife around with her. Not for the normal reasons that the pack might have assumed, if they even knew as she kept the small, sheathed blade tucked away where she could feel it but where it was not seen. It was a reminder. It made her think back to her parents in Argentina, to their strength and resilience and their loyalty, their dedication to her birth pack that time and again seen them through battles. The female felt she needed that more than ever, she needed the memories to galvanise her resolve. The thought of the pack falling into irreparable factions, that the fissures would eventually - though given the current state of things it wouldn't take that long - was physically painful to her. Draining even, because family was everything.
Isabella nodded and sighed again. It wasn't their place. Not at all. They were pack fighters, yes, and they had a responsibility to protect the pack, but protecting it from itself... well that was a grey area, one that the Alphas and Betas normally filled. Without them around though she found herself gravitating towards taking on the 'checking in' routine, because she cared about the pack even if they didn't. Just like she knew Neal cared. It wasn't just those who they had been with since Argentina, or those like Mikhail that they had picked up along the way. It was everyone. Every single one of the wolves in the pack. They deserved better than the slap shod job the 'leaders' were doing.
Now she was getting worked up about it again, over things that were not in her power to change. God she hated that feeling.
Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and brushing her fingers against Neal's arm before her hand swept back a length of black hair from her face, fingers resting against her temple afterwards she spoke again, tone tired; "I don't like creeping around." She stated obviously; Neal knew her better than anyone after all.
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Cooper
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
If heaven doesn't exist, what we will have missed? This life is the best we've ever had.
Posts: 14
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Post by Cooper on Jan 29, 2008 18:58:25 GMT
Continued from: Cooper’s Bedroom.
Even as soon as he hit the hallway network that connected to his bedroom just as it did every other bedroom in the fixed-up hotel, Cooper could catch the scents of Isabella and Neal, and his wolf did a little, well, he supposed the word was jig. It was more responsive, in the terms of instinctive respect, to the Argentinean and Scottish wolves, and though Cooper did his best not to get involved in pack politics at all, he couldn’t help but notice that fact. He did his best to ignore it, the way his wolf seemed to ‘like’ Neal and Bella more, but it didn’t really work. Not all that much.
Quickly shrugging off his pause, he went on his way, moving through the hallways, not even noticing that one of the laces of his trademark Converse was loose and poking out the bottom of his jean leg, slightly trailing on the floor. Granted, there was no risk of him tripping over it, given his lycanthropic balance and so on, but it probably still made him look just a touch adolescent, but he wasn’t the type to care, even as he reached the stairs and the momentary thought about trying to slide down the banister crossed his mind. Cooper paused and blinked, before smiling and shaking his head, starting to trot down them on two legs instead.
He had been hanging out with Samson too much.
Continued in: The Lobby.
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 79
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Post by Neal on Feb 5, 2008 0:04:26 GMT
For a moment, the scent of Cooper was there, vivid and strong in his mind’s eye as though he could actually see the other wolf before it was gone again, scent fading as the younger wolf moved away from them or they moved away from him. He was just another example – as if Neal needed another – of how important family was. Cooper may not have been part of the pack they had known the longest, but he was a part of this pack now and he was family. There was nothing Neal wouldn’t do for his family, because there was nothing without family.
“We won’t creep… much…” Neal knew that it wasn’t just the physical idea of sneaking around the hotel, checking to make sure it was safe that Bella was worried about but here in the hallways it seemed worse than normal to speak any sort of traitorous thoughts, to even think them. He bit down on the rest of the sentence that was begging to be said; “As if our leaders would notice if we were creeping around.” The fact remained that it was highly unlikely either Alphas or Betas would even notice the pair of fighters picking up the slack. He sighed softly instead, the tiredness in Bella’s tone striking deep into him as he lifted his hand, fingers resting against her own.
“Something has to be done.” The words tumbled out quietly, unbidden, apparently ignoring his earlier mental pleas to keep any thoughts in this vein unsaid and if possible un-thought.
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Derrick
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
I will not fall, won't let it go; we will be free when it ends.
Posts: 101
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Post by Derrick on Feb 23, 2008 4:18:10 GMT
Derrick wasn’t sure how long he had been wandering, effectively lost in his own home, distressed and perhaps visibly so, unable to keep himself from showing it in subtle, yet still detectable ways. He wasn’t even thinking about it, in all honestly, too engrossed in his fervent search for his mate, something that should have been simple and short, but had dragged on far too long.
And then, finally, almost as if out of nowhere, he caught a trace of what he was searching for, and abruptly, his pace and direction shifted, almost as if invisible strings had suddenly pulled him down the new path, and there ahead of him, the path to the lobby loomed, invitingly, and Kaleigh’s scent was leading him that way, but she wasn’t in the lobby, and they never ate meals without one another, so that only left a few destinations available.
Derrick latched onto one purely on instinct, intending to act on it, hoping internally that it was the right one.
Continued in: The Dining Room.
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Isabella
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
While you were busy destroying my life, what was half in me has become whole.
Posts: 75
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Post by Isabella on Mar 5, 2008 0:58:36 GMT
In their own ways each member of the pack valuable, they each brought something unique to the family, something that no one else possessed, whether it was Gwen's costume play which kept everyone endlessly entertained, Jo's reliability and Callista's strength, or Kavan's good humour... Isabella knew that she could go on and one and say something about each member of the pack like that if she had to, but where she would fail were the leaders; their absent quartet, seen occasionally in the hallways, rarely making eye contact with the pack members, and certainly not fighting. It made the fighter's Argentinean blood boil in her veins, she had started biting her lip whenever they were nearby, or she passed their rooms or caught the smallest whiff of their scents on the air.
At Neal's words Bella stopped walking, just stopped and turned to face him with a surreptitious glance down the hallway; Cooper's scent had dissipated, and the threads of Derrick had he pick up on the air had passed too, but she didn't want to take chances so, communicating her intentions with just a look, Bella took her mate's hand and led him to a nearby door which she opened enough for them to slip inside before closing behind them.
Continued in; Empty Room with Neal
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Johanne
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
We're just children, finding our way around indecision.
Posts: 10
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Post by Johanne on Mar 29, 2008 0:11:03 GMT
Continued from: Johanne’s Bedroom.
Closing her door behind her, the female fighter stood there for almost a whole minute, just taking in the relative quiet of her surroundings, disturbed only by distant voices or far-off sounds of activity behind closed doors. Perhaps she had expected to run into someone right outside her bedroom, she wasn’t even sure personally, but either way, that had turned out to not be the case, and she couldn’t very well just stand there and do nothing, or wait for someone to come to her.
So it was that she looked left and right, up and down the hallway, and then simply started walking, content to do so until she came across someone she could spend some time with, doing whatever happened to come up; talk, watch television, perhaps even spar, she wasn’t fussy. More than anything, as reluctant as she was to admit it, she supposed she was just lonesome all of a sudden, and was therefore seeking out some company.
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Alex
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Where are you? Where have you gone without me?
Posts: 7
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Post by Alex on Mar 29, 2008 17:51:38 GMT
Continued from; Alex's bedroom
Alex had realised a long time ago that when he was alone his thoughts always and inevitably drifted to the past; of things he had done and people he had met. Actually, he tended to focus more on the regrets of his life, the situations that he was convinced were his fault, or where he could have done more. So he had come to prefer spending time with people so that he could stop himself from wallowing in his own self-pity. He did mostly enjoy the company of whomever he would find himself spending time with, and sometimes even the not so enjoyably company was quite alright. Thankfully there wasn't that much of the latter to be had.
He caught Johanne's scent just before rounding the corner where his eyes confirmed what his senses were telling him. She was one of the pack members that he truly respected; never afraid to speak her mind, but still going on to fight to protect the pack, just the sort of mentality that the Royal Navy used to look for when recruiting, way back when.
Alex offered her a smile by way of greeting before giving a courteous nod. "Good evening, Jo."
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Johanne
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
We're just children, finding our way around indecision.
Posts: 10
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Post by Johanne on Apr 3, 2008 17:37:46 GMT
At least Alex could rest assured that he wasn’t alone in that state of mind, in the fact that his mind wandered back to regrets and decisions that had been made in haste, only to be thought back on later with darkness and self-loathing, perhaps. Did Jo herself have any such regrets? Of course she did. She hadn’t lived four centuries, give or take, to be suspiciously clear of conscience, and she most certainly wasn’t going to deny having negativity in her past. Her father had given his life, willingly, for them, when she had been too young to even be aware of the world around her, and her mother… well, if Jo had only gone with her mother that day, in that fated group, then perhaps the older Dahlman female would still be with them today. But it was unhealthy to linger, she knew that. She had been told as much during her time, and she tried her best not to wallow in the past. That didn’t make it an effortless task, though.
Looking up as a familiar figure rounded the corner to join her, she smiled, genuinely grateful that she hadn’t had to hunt around long before finding someone more than agreeable to spend some time with. “Alex,” she greeted, nodding her head as well. “Good evening. How are you?” Alex had undoubtedly had some difficulties in his past, something that she could see whenever he sat out of the way, clearly lost in his thoughts; something about his eyes betrayed the fact that he had seen darkness, but she wasn’t about to ask. She never had. It wasn’t her way, to pry into the lives of others, and she wasn’t about to start now, even with a good friend such as Alex, who she cared for deeply and wanted only good things for.
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Alex
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Where are you? Where have you gone without me?
Posts: 7
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Post by Alex on May 13, 2008 15:19:57 GMT
Alex was always thankful that nobody had ever really asked about his past, and while he had often entertained Gwen and Samson with stories about pirates that sailed the oceans - many of which had actually just been fables, never really confirmed by anybody, least of all himself - he had never really gone into much detail about anything too close to home. Truth be told he was probably too ashamed to share too much even if someone had asked so he was thankful that nobody has asked, and to return the courtesy he doesn't make any inquiries of that sort, especially to those that he was closest to.
"Not too bad, thank you, yourself?" He replied, already feeling a little better for being in good company.
Lately the tension within the pack had been increasing, sometimes making it more than a little strange around the hotel, leaving something like a sense of uncertainty that seemed to hang in the air like heavy smoke. When he was with friends, however, the feeling was less stifling and easier to ignore. Perhaps that was another reason he'd been craving the company of others of late; just to feel secure where he was. Jo was one of the people he would never mind spending time with; something about her aura (for want of a better word) made him feel more reassured around her.
Alex glanced down the hallway, noting the absence of anybody else, before continuing, "off anywhere in particular?"
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Johanne
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
We're just children, finding our way around indecision.
Posts: 10
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Post by Johanne on Jul 21, 2008 18:41:17 GMT
Even in a pack, everyone needed to have their secrets. It was just part and parcel of life, no matter what you had done, where you had come from, how much money you had or who your friends were. Jo had her own secrets, just like everybody else, and she figured that the most she could ask for was to be allowed to keep them to herself. Everyone allowed the people around them that much; what more could they ask for, in an atmosphere as unstable and tense as this? They had to be grateful for what they could get, really.
“I’m well, thank you,” she returned with a soft smile, tipping her head just a fraction, her dark hair tumbling lightly around her face and shoulders. There were some in the pack who just unnerved or otherwise frustrated Johanne, but Alex had never been one of them, and for that, she was grateful. It seemed strange, to want to thank a fellow wolf for being so tolerable, but that was just how she ticked, how her mind worked. Alex tolerated her, and behaved in a manner that she could respond to easily. For that, she was grateful.
“If I was,” she began by way of response, a subtle laugh underlying her words, “I’ve forgotten where. You?”
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Teivel
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
And youre full of facts but not things that could add up to words
Posts: 17
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Post by Teivel on Oct 26, 2008 19:46:33 GMT
He shuffled along at a pace more suited to a zombie than anything else, the tongues of his oversized boots hanging out in such a way that it was a wonder his feet were able to stay inside the battered things at all. The laces weren’t much better, ends matted and dirty from where they had been stepped on or dragged through dirt and other suck muck. All in all, they were a walking disaster zone that could spell trouble for other people. Not that Teivel Hardy cared what anyone else in the pack might think of his shoe wear, the male ready with his usual scowl and angry mutter should someone try and tell him to be more careful in case he tripped as he had done in the past.
With his hands stuffed deep in his pockets and a broody expression on his face, every part of Teivel all but screamed ‘stay away from me’, as he did his very best to live up to the moody teenager persona that he had created. It was just easier that way because he didn’t have to worry about things, or risk getting emotionally hurt if he rejected them before they could reject him. It was, Teivel knew, a slightly warped way of looking at the world, but it worked for him, his shoulder bumping lightly against the wall of the hallway as he came to a stop, attention caught by the window he had reached, giving him a glimpse of the outside world. So full of anger and humans and danger, it wasn’t one he liked to visit.
As he stared out of the window a couple of stands of his light brown hair fell across his face, ends ticking at his eyes and obscuring his view. With a muffled curse, Teivel reached up and swatted them away, knowing as he did so that it wouldn’t be long before they had fallen back into his line of sight. Most of the time Teivel welcomed his hair blocking his view, because it also helped to block himself from other people, to break a gaze or glare – there was a good reason after all why he had grown it out and it wasn’t just to hide certain scars he didn’t want the pack at large to know about. Teivel carried on staring blankly out of the window, simply for something to do although he wasn’t really paying any attention to the street below and the odd car driving past.
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