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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:20 am
Impossibly loud techno music blasted through the ear phones on Tasha's iPod. Eyes closed and head bobbing to the rhythm of the music, she knew exactly where she was going even without her sight. It wasn't hard to remember where her and the rest of the pack hung out most often. The little cafe that Aly worked at was one of her favorite places, next to the club she played hostess at, at least. Technicolor always has been, and always will be her favorite place in the whole city, even if it was a tad to close to blood sucker territory.
She opened her eyes when she was sure she was at the Peppermint Café. The werewolf clasped her fingers around the cool metal handle, and pulled. The small bell above the door tinkling to announce her arrival, as it did with any other customer. She spotted the rest of her pack immediatly, and wandered over to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down. The iPod was turned way down, so that it was nothing more than background noise and she could hear the rest of the world as clear as a bell. She leaned back in her chair, just so that the first two chair legs where off the ground.
"Hello William, Artesia, Marco, Aly." Tasha said in a chipper voice. She smiled her lopsided grin. It seemed like they'd already started ordering, but she didn't want to be rude and order right away. She'd wait politely until she was offered. "Sorry I'm a tad late, work apparently didn't need me tonight after all."
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 11:53 am
He was only looking forward to the Alphas joining him tonight while he was at the diner, now it was starting to get crowded. There wasn't much he could do about it since William and Artesia were now here. Had he been alone and Tasha came over he would have told her to go away. Since he couldn't do that without them getting upset, Marco decided to just leave it alone. Sooner or later someone would have bother him so it was better now while he was calmer rather then later when he might have the chance to get upset."Good evening,"he said simply, drinking what was left of his coffee from his mug then setting it back down on the table.
That was the one thing that kept Marco calm when he was getting frustrated with other members of the pack. It wasn't so much the taste of it that kept him at ease but the smell. Whenever he put his nose to the mug and inhaled the aroma, his mind sort of phased away. All the squabble between the pups and other members just floated away, in his own little world for the brief few seconds. As long as he had his coffee he wouldn't be a terrible grouch, possibly a little nicer once he's had some.
"You need to work somewhere that always needs you,"he said to her," like my work for instance. Someone is always in need of a weilder at my work so they never change my hours unless they need me to stay longer,"he said. There was nothing like weilding that he didn't like, playing with fire and melting things together. Course it wasn't as simple as it sounded but being a werewolf has it advantage since he's able to lift such heavy items while he weilding. The only bad thing about it was the smell that he was left with after he was done working. Sweat and burnt steel wasn't the nices scent one would brag about.
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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 4:42 pm
"Mmhmm." Alette quirked an eyebrow up at Alastar in mock challenge. "Not knowing how and not knowing how to do it properly are virtually the same thing, you know." While they argued over who was better fit for the movie screen, she worked on fixing the tie that Alastar had 'borrowed' from his brother. The side of her mouth twitched into a smirk at their comments. Personally, she thought they were both fine enough actors. If they weren't, they wouldn't have managed to keep up their charade for as long as they had. Still, she knew they were both teasing each other. They were close enough to each other that took quite a lot for one to truly offend the other.
Rourke and Alastar were both so lucky to have each other. Her siblings were long since dead, as was her first husband and her daughter, but she had ceased to mourn over that long ago. Besides, Alastar was closer to her than any of her brothers or sisters ever had been and she had Rourke, now. There would be no children, but she was over that, too. She was happy with everything as it was. Her second chance, which she had never thought that she deserved, had turned out so much better than she could have imagined.
When Rourke walked past them, Alette glanced after him to see how he reacted to the mess. When he returned, holding shoes and a belt, he looked positively horrified. "Yes, and judging by my husband's reaction, you did a marvelous job rearranging the closet." She turned her attention back to the tie. "I'm sure it will be near impossible to find anything now, which is perfect. It will give me an excuse to take an obscene amount of time before going out. Must always keep him waiting, just a bit." Still smiling, she tactfully ignored the comment about the women who came before her. It didn't bother her, but it was something that she'd just let them tease and squabble over without her interference.
Once the tie was taken care of, Alette gave it one last - and rather unnecessary - tug. "There, all done." She took a step back to admire her work and then to cast Alastar a curious glance. "For most of the night?" She repeated and blinked at him once. "Is George included in that statement or do you already have something planned?" Whether he was decided on seeing him or not, the General might just be including him in the event he decided to go over. But then, it could also just mean that he had something planned for the earlier part of the evening. Knowing Alastar, it wouldn't be all that surprising.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Even if you don't make it back in time, the laundry can always wait just a little longer. But to answer your question; yes, we were." Still smiling, Alette stepped over to the vanity and sat down as though to prove her point. Her hair was already brushed and she rarely, if ever, wore makeup. Not only was it just not practical or needed, she had spent centuries existing just fine without it. If they were going somewhere particularly nice, though, she might wear a bit.
Right now, though, all she would worry about were her unnaturally colored eyes. To humans, she may look like an albino, but Hunters wouldn't be so easily fooled. Covering up her eye color may not completely disguise who she was, but it did help in hiding one detail of her appearance that would draw attention in the first place. White hair wasn't all that out of place, especially these days, whether it be natural or bleached. People didn't stare quite as much as they did even a few decades before.
Opening the tiny container, Alette picked up one of the brown tinted contact lenses and poked it into her eye easily. The other went in just as quickly. She'd used them enough that they no longer felt especially uncomfortable. Alette blinked twice at the mirror in front of her, which now cast back the reflection of a very pale woman with white hair and brownish eyes. If anything, they just looked like Rourke's and Alastar's, now. Brown with a reddish tint. Still, much less noticeable than before. She looked back at the others.
(( By the way, to the people playing the Werewolves, I haven't replied as Alyssa yet because I was waiting on William. Once I eat dinner, though, I'll start to work on my reply. ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 8:51 am
"Aw, you know I don't follow a set routine, Marco!" Tasha said, tucking a strand of her messy green hair behind her ears. She pulled her headphones out of her ears. The songs were starting to bore her now anyway. Besides, she needed to get this one new band she found in her iPod as soon as she could. She put the chair back on all fours, so as to stuff the thing into her pocket, the wires from the head phones sticking messily out.
She thought again of her height. The thought bothered her quite a bit. Size comparison, she was the runt of the pack. Without, at least, the submission of the Omega. The werewolf didn't dwell on these thoughts for very long. In a few short moments, her mind was back on the current conversation at hand. She took one of the straws on the table and took off the flimsy paper, needing something to chew on.
"Besides, it wasn't my fault." She explained. "Everyone thought Maggie baled out on us, just up and quit. Apparently though, it was just the boss's temper getting the better of him." She giggled at the memory. The fat man all red in the face and spluttering out. He didn't even have the courage to fire their best waitress, so he had said she quit instead. Humans were always good for a quick laugh that way.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:00 pm
"What did he do? I can't hear you. Calm down, I'll head to yours. I said I'm coming! Just stop crying for a sec. I'll be there in 15 minutes. Too long? Fine, fine! I'll run! It'll take 10 minutes. What? Ok! 5? That ok? Now stop crying. Go get yourself a hot chocolate or something, ok? I'm getting off the phone now, k? See ya!" Slamming down the phone, Rena sprinted across the room for a long coat, while grabbing her house keys. She hesitated when unlocking the door.
Urk...it's late... Rena thought to herself. She swallowed, took in a deep breath, then opened the door. Everything'll be fine. Nothing will happen to you. Jess only lives a short while away, so if you ran there, you'll be out of the dark in no time! Comforting herself silently, Rena locked the door, looked around, before sprinting with all her might along the street. She only had a short while before she reached Jess' house, though if she were a minute late, Jess would probably start crying again.
With the help of her fear, she ended up running faster than usual, and actually made it on time as Jess opened the door just as she got there. "Rena..."
Still bent over from trying to catch her breath, Rena looked up when Jess called her name, and was almost knocked over when Jess hugged her and started to cry. Regaining her balance, Rena patted Jess' back, trying to reassure her a little. "Er...Jess? Can we go in? I don't really wanna be out here, ya know?" Getting no answer from Jess, Rena had to drag and lift Jess back into the apartment. She locked the door after them, before able to let out a sigh of relief. Rena switched on the hall light, and then pried Jess gently off her. "Let's get you comfortable," Rena spoke, sighing slightly at Jess' state. Her eyes were swollen from crying too much, and her hair was a total mess. Dragging Jess into her bedroom, she forced her to sit on the bed, before dragging a chair and sitting facing Jess. "Now, tell me what happened."
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 6:19 pm
"Yeah, sure thing." Alyssa scribbled down Marco's order. She'd just take the empty cup when she was ready to go back to the kitchen. That done, she glanced up at Artesia, who had her head on William's shoulder. She had heard the den mother - which was one of the nicknames that the Alpha Female had - sigh when she had approached their table, but didn't comment. Instead, she looked down at the notepad while she wrote down her order, as well. "Kay, can do." Fighting a smile, she at least made sure her lips were kept pursed together. It was strange, how the little things stuck with you even when you were no longer human. Compared to the common diet, which mainly consisted of red meat, Artesia's weakness for greasy foods struck her as a little amusing. Not that she should be saying anything, really. Alyssa had quite the sweet tooth.
The little bell was sent to jingle madly, accouncing the arrival of another Pack member. Alyssa looked over right away and smiled in greeting at the other girl. Eye contact wasn't as big of a big deal among the Subordinates, but if you glanced away too quickly, you would risk making yourself seem to submissive. And thus, you would loose ranking in the pack.
"Hey, Tasha." She nodded, then glanced at William, who still hadn't ordered, and then once again at her notepad. It was a pretty good way to get out of the eye contact problem before it became an actual problem. Alyssa wasn't one to challenge other wolves, but she also didn't want to seem weak to the others. She'd protect her place. And as long as no one challenged her, that was all she cared to do.
After Tasha's comment about how she had gotten out of work that evening, and after Marco's reply that she should work somewhere that they needed her, Aly spoke up. "Lucky you." Aly quirked an eyebrow at the other girl and flapped the notepad in the air in front of her. "I wish it was that easy to get a night off here. The occational break might be nice. No one else wants the shift, though, so I'm stuck." Chuckling to herself, she lifted her pen and looked back at the paper. "Do you want anything, Tasha?"
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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 12:16 am
William's attempt to keep his wide smiles to a minimum failed completely when Marco agreed to join in on the evening's 'festivities'. As the smile took over his face, Alyssa made her entrance into the main room, asking their orders. The grin remained on his face as he looked up to see such a familiar face. It seemed no matter how muchhe tried, he would never be able to give up such a thing as smiling, it was almost like it was a necessity to his daily routine.
"Alyssa!" he exclaimed happily, putting his hands up in a welcoming gesture. William was always happy to see any member of the pack, but the more he saw at once, the merrier he was, and it seemed that their group was growing by the minute. But, William also knew Marco's thoughts on being around large groups of people. His friend had a much different perspective on suchthings; most of the time he was William's polar opposite, an antonym to his own mindset. Only when they were preparing for or were in a battle did their personalities fit tightly together. Even so, William had been close with Marco for so long that, even with his stubborn attitude, they knew each other well and understood one another.
As each of them ordered their food, William waited his turn graciously, chuckling under his breath as Artesia ordered a heaping pile of fries along with her hamburger. It was one thing that set many people off about Artesia. With her strict outlook, alot of people tended to think she would only have a taste for fine foods, but really she was simple, greasy foods her weakness, and William was proud to be her love.
All of this talk about food was starting to make William's stomach growl with anticipation, as it had been empty ever since he had digested his breakfast that morning. Though his hunger was great, the jingling of the bell, that signaled someone new had arrived, brought his attention to another familiar face. "Tasha!" his smile continued to brighten his face as the group continued to grow. As she told them of her night, with obvious retort from Marco, William shook his head with a smirk. "Marco, let her be. These girls are only young, they don't need to be worried with work just yet, let them have their fun," he light-heartedly scolded, turning to give the green-haired girl a wink.
"Now, back to the topic of food!" he smiled, turning back to Alyssa, who was still awaiting the rest of their orders, "I'd love a rare burger, everything on it?" he said, deciding he'd go with the majority order. "Tasha, would you like anything?" he turned back, putting a suggestive hand in the air just above the table.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:06 am
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class...The bell jerked Artesia out of her world, and she glanced up as Tasha walked through the door. Of course William was thrilled, and Marco was apprehensive. As long as there were no vampires in their midst, she was fine. "Hello Tasha," she said, so quietly that she wondered for a moment if anyone heard her, but she quickly remembered that everyone's hearing at this table was exceptional as far as human hearing. She quietly listened to Marco chide her about her job and William retort, stifling a chuckle. Sometimes the two of them acted like brothers. "I'd love to have different hours at work, but the world runs on a morning schedule, so no luck." She decided not to join the "encouraging" of Tasha to eat. From the outside, it might look like badgering, and the last thing they needed was to look unnormal, even here where they were known to gather. After all, this city, like most, was mostly human.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:27 am
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class...Malcolm ambled slowly down the street, fingering his talisman absent-mindedly. This was the only thing that helped him keep a normal-ish job, and therefore kept nosy neighbors from spying on him. At the very least, it helped him walk down the street without blowing the street lights. And anything that helped a wizard blend in was a good thing.
He was bored out of his mind. A normal bored person would curl up with a bowl of popcorn and a remote, or maybe start surfing the web, but those were just money sinks for his house. Since his powers surfaced, Malcolm could short-circuit any electronic device, it seemed, by simply looking at it. A book wasn't out of the question, but the library was too far to walk to from his house. Though at the rate he was going, he might make it before the place closed.
All he really wanted to do was mess with someone. since she lived in his house, Ange would be his first choice, but she had left with a friend, and sometimes he thought that the less time she spent around him, the safer she'd be. So she was out. Any non-wizard friends he might have still had thought he was bad luck, since their cars and computers didn't work while he was around. And... did he have any wizard friends? They all seemed to be more associates than friends. Maybe he just might make the library tonight.
His fears of an alone, lonely night were allayed when he caught sight of a somewhat bulky jacket and a blond ponytail. Whether or not it was the wizard he was supposed to be at home backing up, he could at least strike up a conversation. Not a bad voice, he noted silently as he sidled up to his target. "Please be Melanie. I'm bored to death."We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 7:52 am
Hopefully no one esle would join them tonight, larger groups got rowdy sometimes. He couldn't complain out loud about the sudden increase in numbers so he just stayed quiet for a little bit while William greeted everyone. Unlike himself, William was happiest when he had all the members of the pack with him so the when Tasha came in he was almost aspecting him to smile more. The one thing that he wouldn't do was take away the smile of his close friend. Sometimes during the bad a smile can bring the spirit of a person up and seeing William beaming around just made everything better. Of course he couldn't let himself join in on that considering he had a reputation to up hold, wouldn't seem right for him to start flashing around smiles. The bonfire that he decided he would join in on tonight was starting to feel like a mistake. All the members would be there tonight around this pit of fire that would be made. Laughing, talking, playing, and overall just annoying him greatly. He'll have to watch himself closely, try not to scare someone away.
As he listened to the others ordering up now, Marco noticed that he wasn't just the only one getting something to eat."Should of stuck with onions and pickles only. You can scare people away with bad breath,"he said cracking a small smile. It wasn't a good joke, he rarely had any good ones, but it was his joke so he was going to smile either way."She seemed to be complaining about not working so I decided to tell her what she could do about it. As for fun, can't be that hard not to have fun when she listen do that damn ipod all the time. You and Aly are going to go deaf one of these days, music blaring loudly through those headphones. You know you have it too loud when others can sing along with you,"he said, never moving his eyes around. Its not like he didn't like music he just didn't like how loud they had to play it for the entire world. Yet again he just felt like a father telling his daughters off when they did something bad. If anyone was like a father it was William. He had that fatherly figure and attitude unlike Marco who was the uncle no one wanted to see at family reunion's.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 7:56 am
Tasha giggled again, this time at the mention of her being young. Obviously she was older then your average twenty-some-year-old, and added to the fact that Marco was only a year and some odd months older than her. The thought was just funny, but she didn't voice it. She didn't wanted to offend her pack leader, especially when it seemed he sided with her.
"Oh hush you." She said, good manner intended. "I wasn't complaining about no work. I'm not a work-a-holic like you. And if we go deaf, it won't be in vain!" In all honesty, she could turn her music down, but again, in all honesty, she didn't want to.
"Of course I'd like something, thanks. I'll just have my usual if its okay with you, Aly." She said, looking up at the pack member taking the orders. Her usual consisted of (big surprise) a rare New York strip steak, as well as a side of onion rings and a large Dr. Pepper. Especially the Dr. Pepper. She really wanted something carbonated and caffeinated right now.
"That's why I love clubs." Tasha said, turning to Artesia. She didn't mean to rub it in or anything, just explaining her point of view. "Thats where the world revolves around night time."
((edited))
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:32 am
After a tearful explanation of the story, Rena deducted that Jess had been dumped by some guy...yet again. Rena sighed as Jess started to sob again. Seriously, how Jess could cry over a guy who she knew for a month at the most, and dated for about 2 weeks, Rena had no idea.
"Jess, come on. A good night's sleep will help you. Here, get in." Lifting the blanket so that Jess could get in, Rena tucked her in, wiping Jess' tears with the sleeve of her baggy white hoody. "Don't think about the idiot. He's too stupid to realise he's just lost someone who cared a lot about him. He's not worth crying over. Oh, Jess...I just said he's not worth crying over for! Come on, where the hell do you get all these tears? You know...I heard, crying'll make you age faster!" Rena made up out of desperacy.
"Really?" Jess replied, tearful, but having stopped sobbing.
"Uh...yeah, I'm pretty sure it was...I mean, it's true! Of course it's true! So stop crying now, k? If you want, I'll punch him for you the next time I see him, alright?" Seeing that the storm was about to end, Rena managed to smile, and become less nervous. Jess was easily upset, and despite having had to comfort Jess so many times, Rena was still as helpless as the first time.
After Jess' crying had ceased, her eyes drifted shut, tears still lingering on her eyelashes. Quietly, Rena made her way out of the room, shutting the door quietly, before sighing. At times like this, she felt so useless, it irritated her. If the dumper was there, Rena would have punched the guy, for causing so much grief. If he had not wanted to stay with Jess together for long, then why do it?
How insensitive can some people get?! Rena thought to herself, wanting to hit something, but not daring to, in case she woke Jess up. She looked around, trying to find something to distract her from her anger, and ended up finding a piece of paper instead. On it was the word Jason surrounded by hearts, with a number and an address scrawled on it. A grin appeared on Rena's face, one which was more evil than kind.
Waiting for Jason to pick up, Rena tapped her foot.
"Yo! Who's this?" a guy spoke, not sounding totally sober.
"Oh, you're Jason, right?" Rena spoke, her voice sickeningly sweet. "I heard from Jess that you're such a great guy," she continued, sarcasm edging into her voice. Be nice... Rena scolded herself.
"Jess who?" he replied, as if he'd never heard of her before.
Gritting her teeth, she continued, her voice even faker than before. "Where are you? I'd like to meet you." Curse after curse floated in Rena's mind, as she controlled her anger. Someone had to teach him a lesson, and that person was going to be Rena Mistone!
Jason had no idea how much trouble he was going to get into. She could hear Jason boasting to his friends about the girl on the phone wanting to date him, which was replied by the cheers of his friends.
"Sure." Noting down mentally the whereabouts of the dumper, who had no memory of the dumpee, she stormed her way out of the house, though pausing to close the door quietly, before making her way down the street, almost like a crazy lady on rampage. Clouded with anger, Rena's phobia was temporarily forgotten, as the only thing on her mind was to find that Jason.
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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 1:25 pm
Alyssa laughed at William's greeting and ducked her head because her smile was to big. Sometimes, it was nice to be around normal people just because she didn't have to worry about grinning. Nothing could compare to the Pack, but still...
By the time that Tasha had come in, receiving a similar greeting from William and a quiet one from Artesia, Alyssa had managed to put on a straight face. More or less. Though did she have to fight the returning grin when she heard William's stomach growl. Her smile stayed wide, but no teeth were shown. "Yeah, I'm very young. I'm not even thirty yet." Though your average human would probably be concerned with their career by that point in time, thirty was extremely young for Werewolves. She had a lot of time ahead of her. In the little group that was formed right now, she was the youngest by far.
At William's order, she smiled and nodded. Yet another burger, rare. The cooks always gave her weird looks when she had them cook these. Because technically, you weren't supposed to eat burgers rare. Steaks were fine, but rare burgers could make humans sick. She just couldn't tell them that the reason why it didn't bother any of them was because they weren't human. "Alrighty, got it!" When Tasha ordered, she wrote that down as well. As she did, she responded to Marco's comment about the headphones. "Oh, c'mon. You can hear better than other people can, so for all you know, the music is at a very reasonably volume." She smiled up at him, to show that she was kidding, and then looked back at the notepad.
"Okay, I got everything. I'll be back in a few minutes." With a smile and a nod, she hurried off to the kitchen. Their meals wouldn't be difficult to make. None of the meat would be cooked for long, and that was what usually took the longest. They wouldn't have long to wait, at all.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 2:19 pm
Melanie hummed along to the rest of the song, but she hadn't even gotten halfway through it when she noticed someone following her. But they weren't just following. They were catching up. She kept humming, pretending that she didn't notice, and listened to the footsteps. They weren't running, so it had to be a man that was behind her. The longer stride would make it easy for him to catch up. Maybe she wasn't really being followed, but these days, you had to be just a little bit paranoid to stay alive.
She ran through the scenarios in her mind. She could only attack if they threatened her, but she planned for it just in case. So she'd know just what to do.
If it was a Vampire, she would throw a spell or two at it to distract it then charge with her wand. It was made of wood, sturdy and pointed, which ideal for the stabbing of those bloodsuckers. If it was a Werewolf, she'd do a similar thing but she'd turn the wand around and stab them with the silver handle, since it was pointed as well. If it was a Hunter, she had little to no reason to worry. She'd interrogate them first, find out what the hell they were doing. Then she'd take care of them accordingly. If it was a Wizard, then there was even less reason to worry. Unless she didn't know them. Then she would worry. A fight with magic wouldn't be an easy thing to hide. People would notice that. And if it was some normal human, then she'd deal with them accordingly, as well. If they posed a threat, she was strong enough to take them down without magic. If not, she'd just let them pass.
Melanie pulled her wand out, just in case, and stopped - both walking and her humming - then turned to see who it was. It took her only a moment to recognise him. It was just another Wizard. "Oh, it's just you, Malcolm." She side of her mouth twitched into a smirk. "Thought I finally had something to do." She started walking again. "Patrol duty is not fun. Can't wait 'til my shift is over."
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:27 pm
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Daniel let go of the bar, landing on his feet a short ways down. Push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups; his daily workout never ended, working his body to a pulp until nightfall. That was when his real work began. His eyes wandered over to the case of swords displayed on the walls, swords that his hands were so familiar to. People who visited his house had gotten the rare sight of his gym equipment and, what seemed to be, sword collection. None of them ever realized who he really was, and he would never allow such a thing. If they did, his already slim chance at being a normal person would be nonexistant, and he would not let that happen.
Daniel's rigorous training was a feat no man would ever dare to try. Three hundred pull-ups, six hundred push-ups and sit-ups, not to mention his time on the treadmill, eliptical, using the punching bag, and lifting weights without a spotter; and that was only his warm-up when he awoke each day. And the concoctions that served him as food only a madman could come up with. His parents could be described as nothing more. Their erratic way of living was a bite that no person would want to chew; even he was surprised that he hadn't spit it out. Even though he was technically human, he could be seen as a more evolved species, which wasn't exactly what he desired.
Walking over to a table, Daniel grabbed a towel, wiping his face clear of sweat. It was a normal night for him, a little more calm than usual, and soon he would venture out into the darkness to slay the were-beasts. But, he still had time to strap up.
He took a quick shower, letting his hair air-dry as he changed into his clothes: a fitted pair of jeans with a white button-up shirt. Sliding his arms into the sleeves of a regal-styled jacket, who's color was that of midnight blue and forest green on the inside with gold embroidery, he stared down at the chain which his parents silver wedding rings rested. After a while, he snatched it up and hung it around his neck. Making his way back into the main room of his house, he hooked a belt around his waist that held onto some more.. practical items. Adrenaline shots, a holster for his gun, and ammo were a few of said items. The gun, for him, was more of an emergency option, where his main choice of weapon resided in the case of silver-bladed swords. Punching a long-numbered code, the case opened and he grabbed a sword with a leather hilt, before shutting the case once more. Daniel looked it over with his empty, blue-gray eyes, admiring the craftsmanship for a short moment before shoving it into a large, canvas cylindrical holder, normally used as a carrier for paintings for an artist. Daniel liked to think of himself as an artist, not of paints and acrylics, but of the blade.
Time was starting to pass, and Daniel quickly made his way towards the door, turning all of the lights off in the process. As he made it outside and into the street, he took out a small hand-held remote that doubled as a phone and tripled as a computer, and pushed a button, activating the security system that protected his house from unwanted intruders. If one was to enter his property he would be instantly notified, and would easily be able to see who was entering by video cameras all around the premises. If one was to break in, let's just say that they'd have some surprises in store for them. The only possible way that smeone as to get in, is if they were a vampire, but he knew that they were more of an ally than a threat, but still wouldeasily be able to defeat them if they remained in his house.
Daniel walked into town, looking like any human aspiring to be an artist. Knowing it would be a while until he found a werewolf waiting to be exterminated. Someitmes he wondered if their monstrous hearts could feel pain, but after years of listening to his cold-hearted parents, some things didn't even matter.
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