Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
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Post by Jesse on Mar 5, 2007 1:36:47 GMT
Jesse stood by the open window of the training room, blowing his cigarette out into the air. Tossing the butt out the window nonchalantly, he turned back into the room and eye'd his options for the day. There were a few old weights, and a large punching bag - his eyes fell on a pile of ropes. He selected a heavy one and decided to burn off some energy.
Jumping rope may have been a sissy activity for some, but Jesse had grown to learn of the benefits to his stamina, and keeping his speed and reaction time high. His own touch was to whip the coiled rope around himself, hitting his torso to improve his pain threshold. You had to take a hit. And Jesse could take a hit. And keep coming.
The rope whistled as he cracked it across his torso once, twice, and then settled into an easy jogging skip to start. The rest of the pack would be moving around, but Jesse wanted to finish his routine first. He'd check on Lucian later.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on May 21, 2007 13:11:30 GMT
Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Jesse stopped his routine. The time had passed without anyone coming to disturb him - part of him was pleased - but he would have enjoyed a spar. Not that there were many in the pack who could best him. Few indeed.
He picked up his things from the corner and shrugged into his jacket, tucking his lighter into his pocket. Breakfast. Lucian. Then he'd see what else to do.
Continued in: The Kitchen
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Ramski
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
Let's get a little violent, shall we?
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Post by Ramski on Jun 22, 2007 19:24:53 GMT
Richardson's scent was still fading when he stepped in; pity he'd missed him. Jesse was one of the only fighters who could actually put up a fight against him. Levi Ramski prided himself on being the 'best of the best' but he did always love a challenge.
But, for the time being he was satisfied with attacking the punching bag. After taping his knuckles and feet, he warmed up quickly. The heavy duty chain on the bag creaked and groaned -- hopefully it would hold out for the week -- and Ramski eventually fell into the rhythm of his routine, oblivious to all else.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on Jul 17, 2007 2:26:47 GMT
Continued from The Kitchen
Jesse stood in the doorway and regarded the other fighter. There was no anger towards him in Jesse. He was a more than able fighter - in fact Jesse wasn't sure which of them was the more formidable - each had their own strengths - together they made the pack nearly unstoppable. He stood quietly, observing the punches as they rained on the bag. he'd not interupt the rhythm until the other fighter stopped. Then he'd take up his own training again.
Leaning against the wall, he waited.
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Ramski
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
Let's get a little violent, shall we?
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Post by Ramski on Jul 18, 2007 18:28:52 GMT
It was Jesse's scent that attracted the other fighter's attention. He couldn't very well stop mid-session, of course, lest the bag swing 'round and knock him on his ass. But, Ramski did acknowledge the elder wolf with a brief glance. Slowly but surely, he worked his way back from his routine, finally coming to the stop and peering around the lazily swinging bag to grin at Jesse.
"Mornin', dude."
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on Jul 19, 2007 11:42:17 GMT
"Gonna need a new bag soon, Ram." Jesse raised an eyebrow as the stuffing made little dust motes in the air around the other fighter. "That's the third one in two years. They're gonna stop sellin' 'em to you."
He entered the training room and put his lighter and shrugged out of his jacket again. "Looks like they're gonna go huntin' tonight. Not sure if they're gonna take fighters or not - little Erik's after entertainment." He paused. "We could go lookin' for our own trouble again."
Last time the pair had gone out, they'd challenged a group of hell's angels. Then rode the now-unowned motorcycles out to the beach, disposing of them as they ran out of gas. His eyes glinted at the other fighter. One trait they shared 100%...neither of them were quite all there anymore...
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Jul 20, 2007 22:47:35 GMT
Continued from: Hallways.
Tyler wasn’t sure what it was that had kept his normally keen senses so distracted, but it wasn’t until he literally reached the gaping entranceway to the training room that he realised it was occupied. He halted just before the opening, even going so far as to pause his breathing, one hand settling against the reassuringly flat, strong surface of the wall beside the frame as he listened.
Ramski and Richardson. Damn.
As he listened to them talk about hunting, something — no doubt the same, unidentified ‘something’ that had kept him from being prepared for their presence — delayed his realisation that if he could smell them, they could smell him just as clearly, if not more so.
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Ramski
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
Let's get a little violent, shall we?
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Post by Ramski on Jul 22, 2007 5:11:16 GMT
"Trouble, Jess? With you?" Ramski's grin was broad and dangerous. "I'd have to be pretty damn stupid to turn down that opportunity."
He and Jesse were one in the same, to a point. They enjoyed their madness and mayhem, especially when they worked together in causing it. The mere thought of the bloodshed that could occur was enough to send Ramski's wolf into a brief frenzy; the fighter licked his lips in anticipation. "I can almost smell the fear now..."
...And that wasn't all he could smell. Martin.
It should have been impossible for the mad wolf's grin to widen, but it did. He fixed his gaze on Jesse and nodded his head toward the door; no doubt the older fighter had scented it, too.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on Jul 23, 2007 13:14:08 GMT
Jesse's eyes narrowed briefly in acknowledgment of the nod. "Well, I don't think you're stupid, Ram." He gave a rough laugh. He moved to the side slightly, picking up the rope he'd been working with before.
"And that's not what I smell."
He moved quickly and the rope cracked out, snaking around the doorframe and hitting the wall beyond. He had no way of knowing if it hit the other wolf around the corner, but it would definitely get his attention.
"Its not nice to linger in doorways, Martin. People might think you were up to something."
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Jul 30, 2007 19:26:44 GMT
While the rope didn’t hit Tyler, at least not enough for him to really notice the sting it undoubtedly would have left him feeling had it struck fully, it did indeed cause him to start, and quite violently. He gave a hissed cursed under his breath, exhaled briskly, and swore mentally. He should have known better than to ‘eavesdrop’ on these two; Ramski had hated him for years, and was a cocky, insufferable bastard now that he had replaced Tyler as the dominant fighter in the pack.
But then, if Ramski hadn’t done it, it would have been Richardson, the cold animal that he was, intent only on the more brutal, loyal aspects of his job; serving Lucian and seeing that their ‘alpha’ was satisfied.
At Richardson’s words, he squared his shoulders, and threw caution to the wind, stepping into the doorway and just over the threshold, his eyes hinting at the wolf with the faintest glow that they would no doubt see, even from across the room. Tyler felt his heart trip just slightly before he summoned his courage. After all, they couldn’t do too much to him; until he rebelled and refused to submit outright, he was still of use to Lucian, if not much.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on Jul 31, 2007 0:25:43 GMT
"Look what the cat dragged in." Jesse gave a snort of derision. "Lurking isn't your style, Martin - shouldn't you be running away, tail between your legs?"
Jesse turned his back to Martin. It was both an insult and an invitation. If Martin took the slight and attacked - well - Jesse wasn't responsible for what happened. If he ignored it... well, Jesse also knew that wouldn't sit well. He pulled his lighter out and lit a cigarette, knowing it would annoy the fighter further and looked to Ramski.
"What were we talking about, Ram?"
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Ramski
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
Let's get a little violent, shall we?
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Post by Ramski on Aug 5, 2007 1:10:55 GMT
He wanted Martin to attack. He really, really wanted Martin to attack. It would give Ramski yet another excuse to beat the other fighter down into the foundation; it was one of his favorite pastimes, after all. He would goad Tyler into anger whenever he could just to see how far he could go before the smaller male snapped.
With Jesse at his side, it would be twice the fun.
"Huntin', I believe, Jess," Ramski replied with a smirk and a brief sneer to Martin. "Nothin' concerning this whelp. Bet we could use him for practice, though..."
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on Aug 7, 2007 7:55:36 GMT
Jesse kept his back turned pointedly, taking a drag on his cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air. "Practice? Hardly. We could use him to sharpen our claws. He's good for nothin'." He paused. "'less he can run fast." He turned back to look at Martin, his cold eyes glittering.
"Can you run, boy? Can you run and hide where the real hunters won't find you?"
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Aug 8, 2007 0:06:26 GMT
Tyler had forced himself to not respond, at least until Richardson turned back to him — showing his back had caused the wolf in Tyler to roar in indignation, the insult in the older male’s action clear and infuriating — with the fresh barb. His eyes more than hinted at the wolf now, practically flashing as he tried to steady his temper so he could reply without snarling, which would only provoke the other two fighters, and really, that would just be stupid, given he was outnumbered and they were both his seniors in terms of age.
“I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of seeing me run, Richardson,” he retorted, meeting the older male’s gaze, and instead of averting it again in what would have been a clear show of acknowledgement and respect, he held it, refusing to submit. So much for not doing anything stupid.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on Aug 8, 2007 0:19:15 GMT
Jesse's lip curled into a snarl. "You already gave me satisfaction, Martin. I watched you fall from favor." He blew smoke into the man's eyes. "You're simply a parasite here now. You feed from the rest of us - the kills are made by us and you enjoy breathing..." he paused, his eyes remaining the human brown - but void like a shark's - "because Ramski and I haven't decided to make you stop yet. Because Lucian hasn't ordered you dead."
His lighter clicked - *snik-snik*. "You are in the pack. But you're deadweight." The first part of the word was slightly emphasized...
Whether Martin began a fight or not - Jesse didn't care. The younger wolf was on borrowed time, in any case. The lighter closed and went into his pocket.
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