Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 26, 2006 23:48:29 GMT
"Maybe it would make a funny noise, though?" She smirked playfully, shrugging loosely beneath her shirt. Who knew? She'd seen stuffed animals that had rattling things in their heads before and-
Wow, that's an odd train of thought.
"Sorry, that was bizarre." She screwed up her face, and laughed, shaking her head apologetically. Glancing up at him, she contemplated what to say or ask next. She didn't want to be responsible for killing the conversation after all.
"So... you said you've been here a while," Lyn began at last, taking an egg roll for herself. "Tell me... how many packs are there around here?" Her eyes met his briefly as she pulled the egg roll in two, putting one half in her box of chicken while she let the other half cool off a little. If he was really paying attention, and capable of reading body language, he might be able to tell she'd tensed up a little at the possibility of encountering pack wolves.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Apr 27, 2006 15:52:15 GMT
Nick chuckled at the comment. “Bizarre is okay as long as it doesn’t go to just plain weird. And who knows? Maybe it would make a funny noise. Still don’t think I actually want to try it though.”
He would never claim to be a body language expert, but he did notice her tense up a bit. He had to admit that he was curious about that, but he wasn’t going to push that. She would talk about it if she wanted to; if not, then it would just have to bug him. He tried to keep the explanation as nonchalant as possible, looking at her as he spoke, his chopsticks hovering over the sesame chicken. “From what I’ve heard, there are two actual packs. There’s a little group of rogues somewhere, but I haven’t heard much about them. LA is split between the two packs; right now we’re in- what was his name?- Cole’s territory. I think that’s the right name anyway.” It was amazing what someone could learn when they found the right ones to talk to. “Anyway, the pack on this side of the city is supposed to be fairly easy going. I haven’t heard anything to think they need to be worried about. The other side of the city is run by- I’ll get it- Rayne’s pack. I’m pretty sure I got the names right. I’ve heard they’re a bit wilder than the pack on this side of the city, but I can’t say for certain. They usually stay on their side of the city and the pack on this side stays here. I don’t think there’s any need to worry about them, though. The border between territories is respected as far as I know and I haven’t heard anything about Cole’s pack having problems with us lone wolves staying around as long as we behave ourselves.”
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 28, 2006 15:19:22 GMT
Listening as Nick spoke, Lynnette decided to leave her food alone for a while; the soda too. She didn't like to rush her food unless she was absolutely ravenous, and seeing as how she hadn't reached that point yet - she'd managed to snag a sandwich for lunch before bringing her stuff over at least - she wasn't about to start wolfing everything down in a hurry. Besides, she had a small microwave in the kitchen, from the looks of it, and if she didn't eat her fill at that moment, and it went cold, then she could reheat it.
Two packs... well, that sounded interesting. "So, luck's on our side then, huh? I'm guessing the other pack aren't as tolerant of 'rogues' as this... 'Cole' and his group?" Her brown eyes lifted to meet his hazel ones, and she delicately lifted a brow to accompany her inquiry.
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Post by Nick on Apr 28, 2006 16:43:50 GMT
After another bit of teriyaki chicken, Nick decided that he had had his fill. Putting the food around him aside, Nick began to turn the chopsticks between his fingers.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he gave a slight, very careful shrug. “Guess so. I can’t really say if they’re all that tolerant of rogues or not. Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t. I test my luck enough when I’ve got to cover something on their side of the city, so I’ve never really gone around there asking questions I don't have to. Everything I've found out, I've gotten from someone in this half.” He gave a little grin. “One thing is fairly certain, though. As long as we stick to this side of the city- which has all of the good stuff- we shouldn’t have to worry about the other pack. We don’t really have to worry about this pack. As long as we don’t go causing trouble that’ll give them a reason to come looking for us, I doubt we’ll ever actually meet up with any of them.”
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 28, 2006 17:22:31 GMT
"Well... good." Lyn gave a slight nod of her head, folding her knees up and hugging them loosely in front of her chest. Offering him a wan smile, she said by way of explanation, "I'm not so fond of packs, so the less I have to worry about them, the better."
Resting her chin on her knees for a moment, she watched him. "Feeling better?" she asked, honestly interested in the answer. There wasn't really much she could do for him if he wasn't feeling better, but it was only considerate to ask.
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Post by Nick on Apr 28, 2006 18:14:45 GMT
Nick found himself frowning slightly at the revelation; he had never taken up with a pack simply because he hadn’t felt like it. The only opinion he had on packs was that belonging to one was the right decision for some and not for others. He was in the latter grouping simply because he was selfish; Nick wanted to be able to do what he wanted, when he wanted to do it without having to worry about whether or not it was acceptable to the rest of the pack. He very badly wanted to ask why she wasn’t fond of packs, but it was a question he kept to himself.
He nodded. “Yeah, I am. Nothing like a little food to make somebody feel better. Especially me. For me, food is as close to a cure-all as you’re ever going to find.” He appreciated that she was concerned enough to ask.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 30, 2006 15:22:13 GMT
Offering him a smile, she picked up her soda. "Well, there's plenty of food left, and it's not like I can't get more. Eat as much as you like." Hell, she didn't even mind if he ate all the fortune cookies; she had to be in the mood for them anyway, and right at that moment, her appetite seemed to have waned. She wanted to think it wasn't the possibility of so many pack males wandering around, but she supposed she couldn't lie to herself that much.
Sipping the drink, she then rested her chin on her knees lightly, sighing softly. It was actually nice to have someone to talk to, and someone of the same 'nature' at that. Someone she didn't have to hide her bestial side from, and worry about scaring away.
Hopefully full moon wouldn't change that.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 30, 2006 17:05:20 GMT
Stepping out of the bathroom, still furiously towelling her dripping hair, Lyn told herself she couldn’t feel that familiar tug in the pit of her stomach. It was hunger, she told herself, and even as she tossed the towel over the back of one of the dining chairs, she did her best to ignore the sensation altogether. After all, she’d just managed to get the apartment looking halfway decent, with some ‘new’ furniture and personal touches; she didn’t fancy messing it up if she let herself feel the lure.
Her wolf pined within her, reminding her of a puppy she’d once watched in a pet store, scraping at the door of its little cage to be let out, and yelping when no one came to pay it any attention. Frowning, she paced quickly into her kitchen, and pulled a beer from the fridge. Ripping off the cap with her hand, she threw it into the trash, and then took a generous swig of the liquid, pulling a face as it bubbled at the back of her throat.
Take it easy, she told herself, giving her head a shake. Her blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders freely, stuck together with lingering moisture but thankfully no longer dripping.
Crossing back into the living room, she switched on the stereo, and cranked up the volume after hitting ‘play’. If her neighbours didn’t like the noise of ‘Celldweller’ pounding through her apartment, then they could come and tell her. And she’d quite probably tell them where to shove it. If the landlord didn’t come up and warn her himself — and in her experience, they rarely did — then she wasn’t turning it down for anyone.
Allowing herself only a moment to gaze out at the rising moon, she tugged the drapes closed, flicked on a single lamp in the living area, and sat down heavily on the couch she’d bought a few days ago. At least it had padding, unlike the poor excuses for chairs they’d left in here when she’d moved in.
Wonder what Nick’s up to, she found herself wondering, and promptly swigged the beer again, forcing such inquisitiveness from her mind. It was none of her business anyway.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 30, 2006 21:10:27 GMT
Ugh…
Lyn was quickly coming to the conclusion that beer tasted better when you weren’t drinking it by yourself, like a lovesick puppy who’d just been dumped… or a jock loser who—
Not that she had anything against someone who drank beer on their own, of course, but she was deciding it wasn’t for her, definitely. It just didn’t sit right. And she was absolutely not in the mood for soda… or a glass of milk. Giving a low growl of a sound, she drained the bottle, and rose from the sofa. Tossing the bottle in the trash where she’d dumped its cap, she turned on her heel, and then paused in the doorway between the kitchen and the lounge. Now what?
She certainly wasn’t going to sit around here, but what was she going to do? Looking around her apartment, she quickly decided it was too small for her liking all of a sudden. Which meant only one thing.
Time to get out and about.
Idea in mind, she moved into her bedroom, and changed her clothing. She switched the sweatpants and loose t-shirt for a pair of black hipster jeans and a red top with a modest neckline, and sleeves that flared out and completely over her palms; slit up to the elbows on the inside of each arm. Slipping on a pair of comfortable but if need be practical black boots, she toyed with her hair for a little while, letting it hang freely instead of bothering to clip it or style it beyond the natural curl. The subtlest hint of makeup, and she was done.
Lyn wasn’t really one for putting unnecessary effort into getting herself ready to go out; if she was comfortable and didn’t look like a complete idiot, then she was happy.
Grabbing her cell phone from the table after turning off the stereo, and pocketing her keys and ATM card, she hesitated as her hand hovered over her jacket. Biting her lip for a moment, she decided she wouldn’t need it. It was springtime, and her energetic state would compensate for any chill she might feel. Closing the door behind her, she made sure it was locked before heading down the hall.
Continued at: Nick’s Apartment.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Jun 23, 2006 23:23:44 GMT
The previous night had been an enjoyable one, to say the least. She and Nick seemed to get on wonderfully, and she definitely enjoyed his company. She could be herself around him, in all senses of the term, and that was a feeling werewolves didn’t get to enjoy very often. Most of the time, they had to hide what they were from those they deemed friends, unless they were pack wolves. And since Lynnette had no intention of being a pack wolf ever again, if she could help it, she was more than willing to take what she could get, wherever she could get it.
Lifting her head from the pillow, she shuffled under her covers slightly, feeling a lot less tense than she could remember on previous full moons’ ‘morning after’. She had Nick to thank for that. He’d helped her burn off her energy by taking her to the club called Onyx, and she had definitely found the night to be one she wouldn’t mind repeating; maybe sometimes in the near-future, if the fellow werewolf would allow it.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 12, 2006 17:57:51 GMT
She’d managed more of a lie-in than she had intended, and awoke again to find her clock face staring up at her from the floor. When did I…? She blinked, groggily, and tried to remember knocking it off the nightstand, but gave a growl of indifference, and rolled herself out from under the blankets and sheets that made up her comfy bed. First order of business would be a shower…
When that was done, and she had dried off her hair — it was too long to let hang to dry normally; it would only irritate her and make the back of her sweater damp — she padded into the kitchen, finding her mind wandering to her company from the previous night. Chewing on her bottom lip, she pondered heading down the hall to see if he had a hangover, or if he was interested in breakfast.
Well, what if he’s sick of your company already? She frowned slightly, pulling open her coffee jar, and frowning even deeper at the contents. She needed some more coffee.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 15, 2006 17:35:08 GMT
Lynnette had stared into her nearly-empty jar of coffee for the longest time, trying to decide whether she could scrape enough out of it to make a decent mug-full, before she decided it wouldn’t be worth the effort. Making a ‘hmph’ noise, she sighed, setting down the jar, and its lid, before letting her eyes scan her apartment. Tucking back the long, damp bangs of hair that had tried to tickle her face, she chewed on her bottom lip for a few moments, and then padded back to her closet, to find some footwear.
Her stomach was demanding food, and she didn’t really have the necessary ingredients for a hearty breakfast. Pulling on her low-heeled boots, she snagged her keys and jacket, and headed out of the apartment, shutting it behind her. Quietly, she moved down the hall, headed for Nick’s door, without even really giving it any thought.
Continued at: Nick’s Apartment.
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Post by Nick on Mar 24, 2007 3:38:45 GMT
Continued from: Nick’s Apartment with Lynnette
Nick had locked his door behind them and strolled along next to Lynnette, leaning against the wall outside her apartment while she unlocked the door. He had already accepted that he was in love with her- though he had never been in love before, he knew that that was what this had to be. The feeling was too strong and too good to be anything else. She had effortlessly pushed past the defenses he had put up and he was better for that. He knew he was. He had never really cared about someone this much before and, while it was strange, it was right and more so than anything else had ever been.
It was, to put it frankly, strange caring about someone as much as he did Lynnette. Until her, he had been the only one he had to worry about and now, there was suddenly someone in his life that he would kill for. Die for. Give up absolutely everything he had for if that was what it took to keep her safe. She was, quite simply, everything to him now and all he wanted was to be able to give her everything she could ever want or need and to be worthy of her.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Mar 24, 2007 4:19:47 GMT
Lynnette had never really allowed herself to care for someone on any deep level period. She had learned that attachment often led to pain and misery, and hadn’t been in any particular hurry to feel either sensation all over again, but with Nick… well, with Nick, the risk just seemed worth taking. That was the simple fact of it, and no matter how much the tiny ‘logical’ part of her mind tried to point out how this might happen, or that might occur, she just couldn’t bring herself to hesitate about any of it.
Swinging open the door and stepping in, she kept the keys in her hand as she went for the bathroom, talking as she did, “I think there’s some juice in the fridge if you want it. There’s not much left in the carton, and I’m gonna need to clear out the fridge anyway, so help yourself.” She told herself not to look back, simply because walking away from him, even if only for a few minutes, was ridiculously hard.
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Post by Nick on Mar 24, 2007 4:53:52 GMT
“Thanks. I just might.” Instead of moving towards the kitchen though, he reached behind him and shut the door, watching her walk towards the bathroom. Even though he knew where she was going and that she’d be back, watching her walk away- even like this- made it feel as if his heart was clenching. If this was his reaction to just watching her head towards the bathroom, then he didn’t know what it would feel like if she ever really walked away from him- if she ever left him. All he could do was hope that he would never find out because he knew that he’d never be able to handle it.
After a moment, he forced himself to moved forward and to the kitchen, opening cabinets quickly to find a glass before going to the refrigerator. Pulling it open, he paused. I really shouldn’t. What if she decides she wants it later? That was enough for him. He shut the door, put the glass back in its place and returned to the living room, gazing around. They could swap out his furniture for hers if Lynnette preferred. That was fine with him. So long as she was happy, they could put everything he owned into storage except for maybe his clothes and what he’d need for work since he really couldn’t do without those.
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