Connor
Rogue Werewolf
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There is no love here and there is no pain...
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Post by Connor on Mar 10, 2007 0:21:41 GMT
Connor shrugged, rolling up the top of the sugar bag. “Sure. I’ve always been a fan of the Charge of the Light Brigade…” There had been something about poem and the willingness to sacrifice themselves and still fight in the face of unimaginable poor odds that had always appealed to Connor. Even if the whole thing had been a most terrible and tragic mistake.
He supposed it was a very British thing, to celebrate failures and mistakes. They always loved the underdog, sung songs about them, wrote famous poetry, created breathtaking films and all about the losers that most countries would have hidden under the carpet. “I hear a scream, I’ll be in,” he promised, despite knowing he wouldn’t get very far. It would indeed be his own charge of the Light Brigade.
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Post by reese on Mar 10, 2007 21:25:05 GMT
Reese scowled at that. He hadn't seen a television...but he'd known of some literature. The analogy made his wolf give out a low whine before he got to his feet, eyes scanning the living room for a moment before falling upon his duffle bag. The Englishwolfman walked over, gingerly pulling a shirt over his head and pulling his trenchcoat over his shoulders. The young wolf glanced in a makeshift mirror he had in the bag before planning with his hair abit and turning on his heels to face his friend.
"I think I look quite fetching..." He offered a large grin, fixing his coat. It was time to get into his 'without a care in the world' persona. Too much thinking caused him to reflect too much on whether or not he was fit to go to the pack. Doubt was simply not a reasonable answer right at the moment. And he was going to see to it that he wasn't feeling in doubt. About anything. Though...the extra precautionary measure of Connor standing outside made him feel slightly better about himself.
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Connor
Rogue Werewolf
Searcher
There is no love here and there is no pain...
Posts: 84
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Post by Connor on Mar 11, 2007 4:49:53 GMT
Connor had always been rather attached to hopeless gestures. To living honourably and dying if need be for a cause, no matter how futile the death might have been. Of course he would like to avoid dying today if it could be avoided. Connor would be rather annoyed if he died and more so if he died without achieving his primary purpose in life. It would be extremely vexing to die.
“You look ready to meet your new life,” Connor assured him. “We’ll leave whenever you’re ready.” He would just have to complete his mediation when all this was over – another reason not to die – feeling somewhat antsy because of the interruption. Sometimes, it was true, he didn’t get around to it till the late afternoon or evening but he rarely started only to be interrupted.
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Post by reese on Mar 13, 2007 22:48:20 GMT
It'd be extremely scary to die. At least in Reese's mind. Death seemed a frightful experience. Especially with those preaching humans who remarked if someone had killed they were going to burn for the rest of the lives after death. Burning...was not a fun experience for the young wolf. Reese knew that burning was quite...painful to say the least. Blue eyes waned an excited shade of amber for a moment as he straightened his coat.
"In the great words of some yellow...squarey thing that was on the telly last night. I'm ready!" Reese chirped excitedly, though he didn't automatically bolt to the door. His shoulder still had a dull stinging pain. Moving alot just agraventing the healing wound even more. And...the fact that he was already quoting Spongebob Squarepants is just as well overlooked by all. Or too bring a smile to peoples faces. Though it wasn't as impressive as what Connor had said. "Are you ready? Do...you know where exactly we're supposed to headed?"
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Connor
Rogue Werewolf
Searcher
There is no love here and there is no pain...
Posts: 84
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Post by Connor on Mar 15, 2007 3:27:13 GMT
“Give me a moment…” Connor moved swiftly into his bedroom, pushing the door shut behind him so that there was only a crack still there. Enough so that there was still some connection between them should Reese desperately need him in the next few seconds. It wasn’t that Connor didn’t trust the younger wolf, he did – well as much as he trusted anyone, the fact that allowed Reese to stay should have proven that – he just didn’t feel comfortable with anyone seeing into this, his most private area. The part that said exactly who and what he was.
Rapidly he pulled on both his pairs of his guns. His sword and shotgun were left in place in his room – it was harder to hide weapons of that size during the day. With a bound, Connor jumped onto his head, hands flat against the ceiling as he stretched, eyeing the large map and everything he had coded onto it. For a few moments he remained frozen in place before turning and leaping gracefully back to the floor. “I’m fairly confident I know what area it’s in. And once we get that close, such a large park of wolves should be easy enough to smell,” he called out, grabbing his long duster. It went without saying that Connor had never been close enough to identify the actual building. This trip would prove useful in that respect.
“I’m ready.”
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Post by reese on Mar 17, 2007 21:05:26 GMT
Reese nodded absently from the living room, running his hand through his hair before giving his entire body a quick shake. The younger wolf quite content if they didn't find his pack sooner then they thought. He had a friend now...the first friend he had since he was human. Which...sounds kinda lame in Reese's head now that he thinks about it. Why wasn't he so social? Okay...nevermind...he remembered why he wasn't. He didn't like the reason...but at least he remembered it.
The blue eyed wolf scanned the apartment once more before bounding towards the door, turning to Connor with a wide grin. "Think I can come visit? Afterwards I mean? I'd bring more of that sugar." Since Connor seemed to like it so much. If he'd make a profit off selling art work then he'd also get food. Because one couldn't live off of sugar alone. Reese twirled around for a second.
"Lead the way!"
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Connor
Rogue Werewolf
Searcher
There is no love here and there is no pain...
Posts: 84
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Post by Connor on Mar 17, 2007 21:54:44 GMT
“You ever been on a motorcycle?” Connor asked, pausing by the door to his bedroom. When Reese shook his head he half turned back to his room and grabbed the black helmet that resided by the doorframe. Personally Connor wasn’t going to bother with one, he knew how to ride his bike and it was just more exciting to feel the wind in his hair, but for a first time user, safely would have to be considered.
“Here,” Connor called out, tossing the helmet towards the younger wolf who caught it with ease. “I don’t want you breaking your head open and dying during the ride.” He grumbled, apparently annoyed at the world in general. In reality he was using it to hide his awkwardness. Connor didn’t deal well with people claiming to like him or thanking him. It just made him feel uncomfortable.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be staying in the city,” he told Reese, giving a slight shrug. Connor normally made it a rule not to get to know people – he didn’t have any friends, he’d never had any friends – because he was constantly moving from city to city, looking for his family. “Maybe you can visit if you really must.” Connor was sure however that once Reese found his pack that would be that. It was for the best after all.
Continued in: The Parking Garage with Reese
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