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Post by rowanashke on Jul 15, 2008 11:43:27 GMT -5
Patrick silently brooded, not something he was normally found doing, but this was a good time. He was sitting in the 'living room' of the main floor apartment, which was provisionally his. Not that it didn't stop people from tramping in at all hours; he never locked his front door.
He shifted his long, lean frame and glared at the wall for lack of a better thing to glare at. The house wasn't his first choice of a defensive position; there were doors all over, opening to the streets, and windows. And sewer access from the basement. But it was home; he and his pack had been living here for years. Some of them actually lived here, some of them just maintained 'crash space'. He never questioned who stayed where or with whom as long as no one was fighting.
There were two apartments that were off-limits, though. That's where he stuck the strays that wandered in and out. He'd never questioned taking in lost werewolves or offering them a place to sleep. It was just what he did. Now he was starting to regret that too. His location was known to too many; his pack was vulnerable. He rapped his hand sharply on the table, then rubbed his eyes. The rumors were swirling, the tension was being felt. His pack had gotten more sensitive to vampire movements in the area. And he was tired.
I need to know what's going on. There's something in the air. Something's going to happen. I need information. He sighed. He hoped that, by sitting where he was, he'd catch some of his pack as they drifted in and out of the house. He could call them, but he was loath to do it without a reason. Pack gatherings were rare, and he was glad of it. He gave his pack as much freedom as he could while still maintaining the traditional rank and hierarchy.
He sighed again and leaned his head on his hand, his gaze shifting to the door.
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Post by kyla on Jul 15, 2008 15:04:54 GMT -5
Kyla came through the door to the house, sighing dejectedly. She had spent the whole day trying to get in touch with someone in Egypt to bring her things to her new apartment. Moving had turned out to be a lot harder than she'd planned. She looked up and saw Patrick sitting there. She jumped slightly, caught unawares and then gave a small smile. "Hi Patrick." She briefly considered going to talk to him, but chickened out. "I'll be in my room." She waved and fled before anyone else could show up.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 15, 2008 15:05:58 GMT -5
James skipped into his leader's house. The teen was not wearing his sour expression today. A first. It was mainly because he managed to stay out of trouble for once. When he saw Patrick, however, the small smile vanished. He was sensing something.
"What's wrong?"
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 15, 2008 15:13:18 GMT -5
Patrick blinked; he waved belatedly at Kyla, mentally tagging her for later conversation. Something was up there. When James came in, he blinked lazily at him, smiling wryly.
"Not anything that hasn't been wrong, James." He said quietly. "Don't worry about it."
He leaned his head on his hand and stared at the wall, sighing. "You should get some sleep." he said quietly. So should he, but he knew he wouldn't be able to.
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Post by Katra Maguire on Jul 15, 2008 15:16:11 GMT -5
Katra wasnt far behind James. In fact she came up behind him and looked from Patrick to James and then back to Patrick. She had been in the pack since she was little and she knew enough about Patrick to know something was wrong. "Hey. Whats up?" She asked casually. She knew Patrick wouldnt bring anything up but maybe she could talk with him later.
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Post by *James Silvius on Jul 15, 2008 15:18:00 GMT -5
James was worried. Whatever Patrick was thinking about was clearly making him restless. He knew his leader had to have a very good reason to be acting like this. But James didn't push it. He would obey him. He was pretty tired anyway.
"Ok..." he said uncertainly. "See you in the morning," he surrendered.
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Post by keylogger3 on Jul 15, 2008 15:28:44 GMT -5
Michael walked into the apartment. “Damn it, can someone sew my fingers back on?” Michael said dropping three fingers on the coffee table. You see he gotten his fingers cut off by a vampire going on a rampage threw out the city. He tried to stop him. But he ended up loosing him and loosing three fingers. Stupid vampires.
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Post by ella on Jul 15, 2008 16:44:01 GMT -5
Ella walked up behind Patrick and sighed softly. "Katra, darling will you please help Michael sew his fingers back on." She leaned against Patrick, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and laying her chin lightly on his head. Her silver gaze watched Micheal. He was so young, maybe a little too young to be going after vampires. She smiled. At least he tried.
She nuzzled against Patrick. "Dearest, why don't you go get some sleep. I can keep watch for everyone for a while." She pressed her lips against the back of his hair. "You need rest."
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Post by Katra Maguire on Jul 15, 2008 16:48:15 GMT -5
Katra looked at Ella and nodded. "All right." She said to her and then looked to Michael. He was so young and he really shouldnt be going after vampires. But she didnt say anything and just led him out of the room with his fingers as well.
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Post by keylogger3 on Jul 15, 2008 18:32:14 GMT -5
Michael followed the new pack member to a room. He sat down. His hand was still very numb. He hated vampires. He held his hand up to her. He wanted his fingers back that way he could kill them. He so wanted to kill Xavier. He wanted revenge over his lost limbs.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 16, 2008 16:27:15 GMT -5
"Goodnight, James." Patrick smiled softly. When Micheal came in he sighed, shaking his head. The entrance of Ella behind him stilled his voice; he smiled wryly. She was good at taking control. He really liked that about her. Sometimes it was nice to sit down, shut up, and do as he was told...
He smiled at Katra, promising her with his eyes to talk to her later, and leaned back into Ella. "Mm." He sighed. He wanted to sleep. "I don't think I could anyway." He said softly.
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Post by ella on Jul 17, 2008 8:28:10 GMT -5
Ella shook her head. Patrick was going to slowly kill himself if he didn't start looking after himself properly. "You can my darling, and you should." She raked her fingers through his hair and snuggled against him as he leaned into her.
"I could tuck you in, read you a story." She laughed softly, kissing his head and then disappeared for a moment. Ella returned carrying two beers. She slid in the opposite chair of Patrick while handing his one.
She smiled brightly at him. "Somehow, I don't think that you will let me do that. You won't sleep, you wont let me keep watch." Her voice softened as her face lined with worry. She stretched her hand across to take his. "What is the matter Patrick?"
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 17, 2008 8:41:23 GMT -5
Patrick chuckled, shaking his head at the mental image. If anyone found out, it would do wonders for his image as the big, bad packleader. Being tucked into bed...
When she returned, he took a beer, opening it and sipping it gratefully. Squeezing her hand, he smiled at her, his dark eyes tired but relatively content. "Nothing in specific." he sighed. "Just everything in general, I guess." He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently. "Me being paranoid again, I suppose."
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Post by caleb on Jul 17, 2008 9:08:25 GMT -5
"They try to make me go to rehab I said nooo, nooo, no..."
The radio blared as a cab cruised its way through traffic, the loudly singing driver seemingly oblivious to everyone else, only taking one hand off the wheel to either flip the rude car behind a two fingered salute or to take another swing of his latest gut warmer.
But as soon as he rounded the next corner, the music was turned down and his sing-a-long reduced to humming. Slowly through a narrow path which probably wasn't even meant for cars, he maneuvered the vehicle beautifully, hiding it in the shadows of a back alley.
Engine off, bottle hidden (because wouldn't his elders be so glad to know that he was trying to cut down on his heavy drinking) and he snags some packages from the trunk before heading into the beaten up block of flats whistling his tune.
"Ok! For what I've been through, bad traffic n'all, there'd better be some naked people down there!"
It was his way of announcing his arrival, he was a little new to the pack and somewhat still nervous around them, so he made up for it with lots of wisecracks. Stepping in he looks to alpha male and female, and puts on a faux pout of disappointment, "Well so much for seein some skin, but anyway, I bring supplies! Did some visitin down to the stores and yes I paid with cash."
The bag of medical aids and batteries and assorted necessities were placed to one side.
"And of course, I bring nourishment! "
His idea of said nourishment of course, was five boxes of pizza and two six-packs of rootbeer. Caleb snags a can and helps himself to a slice of pepperoni , deciding to quickly make his exit before the two head honchos discovered the tinge of whiskey on his breath... which they probably could.
"Weeellll, I think I done my bit of good deeds for tonight aye? Time to uh, go and do more good deed-like stuff, check on Bessie and all..."
He looked up to both Patrick and Ella, strong and steadfast in their leadership, and in a way he was deathly afraid of being a disappointment. But there were most nights when the call of the bottle was stronger.
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Post by ella on Jul 17, 2008 9:21:42 GMT -5
Ella sighed and relished in the brief feeling of his lips against her hand. She took a long swig from her beer, her silver eyes watching him closely. "Darling, you need not be paranoid. Please, you should get some sleep."
She was starting to wonder if maybe he just didn't want to leave her in charge, even if it was just for a few hours. She pouted at that thought. Ella massaged her temples with her free hand. "I was going to wait and tell you in the morning, but if you refuse to sleep I might as well tell you now."
I had a couple of guys check into our rumor situation. Well, It's not a rumor. The female werewolf even gave him her family crest." Ella sighed. "This can still be stopped before it gets out of hand."
She pulled her hand away from his, pairing it with her other to cradle her head. She was tired, worried and slightly agitated. her small jokes were doing nothing to lighten to mood. If he wasn't going to sleep, she sure as hell wasn't going to either.
She watched him over a worried expression. Even superman slept sometime. Neither of them would be 100% for their pack. She sighed as she let his process the information. It wasn't like they hadn't expected it, but still having the confirmation was unsettling.
Caleb's entrance drug Ella from her dark thoughts. She smiled through her exhaustion at him. He was relatively new, but he was trying. And she liked him, even though he had a drinking problem.
"Thank you Caleb. This was very thoughtful of you." She smiled and helped herself to a slice, ten she pushed the box to Patrick. he might not be sleeping, but she would be damned before he stopped eating.
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