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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 22, 2008 21:18:57 GMT -5
Polnareff leaned against the hard brick wall with a sigh. With the back of his sleeve he wiped some blood from his mouth. With a glassy look in his eyes, he stared down at his shoes. His initial goal was to seek out other werewolves and possibly a mentor to point him in the right direction. Two weeks he'd been living on the streets of Paris, fending for himself. He had no money for food or clothing, and as a result he relied on hunting and theft for sustenance. Nothing new really. "Just an old bag of tricks with a new twist." Polnareff slowly closed his eyes as he heard police sirens in the distance. By now they'd found the wrecked pet shop, and the half-eaten merchandise inside. With a low chuckle he slumped onto the ground. "They've finally caught up, huh?"
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 22, 2008 23:13:57 GMT -5
Patrick slipped through the night streets, cocking his head to the sounds of the police sirens in the distance. They sounded urgent.
He sighed and turned a corner, heading away from the noise, only to stop and sniff the air. Werewolf...male. And blood. New blood. Warily, he continued, his eyes sweeping the streets for a sign of the one he was smelling. When he finally found him, he paused a good distance away, his eyes stuyding the other werewolf.
"Are you hurt?" he finally asked, his voice low and gravelly. "Do you need help?"
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 22, 2008 23:22:31 GMT -5
At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Polnareff's eyes snapped open. Slowly turning his head, he saw a man standing a good distance away. He thought about running, but then decided against it. He hadn't the strength now.....and besides, he was caught.
"What? Oh......I'm fine....just resting awhile."
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 22, 2008 23:37:40 GMT -5
Patrick frowned; the other didn't look good at all. He sniffed the air, testing for something, then sighed and stepped closer. "You look like hell." he said bluntly. "Come on...can you stand?"
He heard the police sirens getting closer and frowned. "Do those have anything to do with you?" He asked, sighing. Why did he always seem to find trouble? He never asked for it...it just seemed to come calling. But Patrick couldn't turn his back on a werewolf in trouble; doing so would be so against his nature he'd probably keel over dead.
"C'mon...they're getting close." he said, glancing up and down the deserted street.
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 22, 2008 23:47:18 GMT -5
At the sound of the blaring sirens, Polnareff hurriedly got on his feet. Giving the man a weary look he said "I'm fine. I should be able to keep it together." He glanced up the street, where light from the cruisers could be seen. Damn Turning back to the man, he gave him a grin. "And those sirens, I have a legitimate explanation......just give me a second to make it up."
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 27, 2008 11:24:05 GMT -5
Patrick grunted, grinning a little, and shook his head. "Come on." he said, sighing. "Just let me..."
He saw/felt the lights of the first cruiser splash over him and growled. He was tired of waiting. "Follow me." he snarled, snapping the order with the ease of a long-time pack leader. Ducking into the nearest alley, he didn't look over his shoulder; if the other were followed, then it was good. And if he was stupid enough not too...
I've got enough problems without fighting to save a moron from himself. Hopefully, he just follows without complaint. We'll sort it all out later...
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 28, 2008 12:37:31 GMT -5
The commanding tone of the older man seemed to demand obedience Polnareff frowned. The way things were going, it seemed he really didn't have a choice. Whoever this guy was, he could help him and the one thing Jean needed now more than ever was help. Shrugging in defeat he followed the man into the alley. They obviously needed to move quickly if they wished to avoid confrontation.
"Where next?"
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 29, 2008 0:07:48 GMT -5
Patrick studied the alley they were in for a brief moment, sniffing the air cautiously. So far, so good. "Follow me." he said, pushing off from the wall. He kept his eyes open and moved fast, shifting past piles of garbage, traversing the alleys like he knew exactly where he was going.
Point of fact, he did. This was his pack's home territory; he was headed for the packhouse. He kept them in the alleys, taking a round-about way to his packs' home, then stopped and studied the stretch of open road between them and their goal.
"No one in sight." he said, growling. "Straight across, through the door. As fast as you can." He hoped he wasn't bringing trouble to his pack, but he had to help the other man.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded, then plunged forward, running towards his door.
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 31, 2008 14:51:11 GMT -5
"Great, somewhere to hide." Polnareff watched as the older man shot across the street. "The hell are are we going anyway? For all I know, this geezer's leading me into a trap.....damn, why is it that I always get into situations like this?" Rolling his eyes, Polnareff looked both ways, then dashed across the road.
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