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| Topic Started: Jan 8 2009, 09:53 PM (220 Views) | |
| Emilia Deveraux | Jan 8 2009, 09:53 PM Post #1 |
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Things had been hectic for the past month or so around Paris, everyone up in a roar about the elections; and then the following results from them. This was going to be dangerous time for all preternaturals as Emilia felt certain she could sense the war brewing on the horizon. Considering the new laws being set in place, it was going to make life difficult for her and her nearest and dearest and she had been spending the past few weeks making preparations for various ways to make things a little easier. Of course, some of those plans were risky in themselves, but better to try than to roll over and let someone else dictate how they were going to live. These problems, however, did not mean that she was going to constantly run herself flat chat or brood over what to do. She still looked after her Stalk, and a part of that was making sure they could still relax together and chill out. And that was what a part of tonight was going to be. Since she’d taken Elena in, she hadn’t had much chance to introduce the girl to most of the other cougars, and they hadn’t had a get together since the last full moon which was probably about three weeks ago. So, it was decided they needed a bonfire night – something simple to take the edge off. Of course, Emilia also had every intention of discussing what they should do about the new laws. From what she’d been able to source so far, the rumour of a cougar clan was just that – a rumour. Perhaps they may yet be able to lay low for a while. If they happened to be discovered... well... she could simply say that she hadn’t been contacted. It perhaps didn’t help that she was currently keeping her own status as secret as possible, mostly for Nina’s sake. But she could worry about that after. As she drove along the winding drive to get to the Stalk house that was practically hidden among the rocky hills and forest, she glanced at Elena in the seat beside her with a small smile, “How are you feeling, chere? Do not worry, they might look scary sometimes but they are all just big cuddly kittens in the inside.” She smirked lightly before speaking a little louder, “Is that not right, Chaton?” ”Oui.” Nina giggled from the back seat, happy to be visiting with the rest of the Stalk. She enjoyed playing with the others, even if she was the youngest. They all took care and watched out for her, being the kitten of the group. Approaching the house, Emi drove between the separate garages – one of them joined to the main house, while the other had an apartment above it where Tore resided. As she drove past, she honked the Jeep’s horn loudly a few times before parking around the back of the house – glancing further along the clearing toward the large pile of sticks and logs waiting to be set on fire. At least someone had been kind enough to set that up already. Stepping out of the car, Emi made her way to the back and popped it open, reaching down to grab a couple of large platters of meat and salads that she’d brought with her. She smiled when she heard a familiar voice scalding her, ”I told you I had plenty here already!” Marcy stepped out the back door shaking her head. She wagged her finger at the Reinha like a mother telling off a child, something she’d been doing since she started working as Emi’s assistant and nanny, before spotting Nina and Elena and holding her arms out to greet them with a hug, ”Well hello girls, and how are you both today?” |
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| Elena Herrera | Jan 9 2009, 04:51 PM Post #2 |
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Glancing over at Emi, Elena gave her a slight smile. Weeks had passed since the former hooker had moved into Emi’s house with her and Nina, and she was comfortable with the woman and her daughter. She’d plumped out a little, no longer the emaciated girl she’d been when she was adopted, and her clothing style had in turn had grown more conservative. The girl was wearing simple clothes: a white zip up hoodie over a red teeshirt and jeans, with white sneakers on her feet. As comfortable as she was with Emi and Nina, she was a little nervous to be meeting the rest of the Stalk. The only other cougar she’d met was Marcy, and the young girl still wasn’t comfortable with the beast inside of her even though she‘d played around with Nina and Emi in cougar form. It was new to her, seeing her beast as something to be enjoyed rather then feared. Glancing back behind her at Nina, the girl’s smile widened, turning back around to watch the house come into view. Her nerves eased a little as she saw Marcy step out of the house, slipping out of the car after it stopped. “Hi Marcy.” she said quietly, giving the matronly old cougar a hug before going to help Emi unload the platters of food. At least with something to do she wouldn’t feel so nervous and out of place. Her beast was excited, the scent of other, new cougars underlying the breeze that flowed around the area, and Elena shifted from foot to foot with it’s eagerness to meet the new shifters. |
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| Salvatore dos Santos | Jan 10 2009, 06:09 AM Post #3 |
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Apparently bonfire meetings meant you needed to wake up at the asscrack of dawn to build the wood pile; even if said meeting was not going to be til later that night. It was the reason why Tore's morning and midday had been filled with a plethora of colorful curses. He was hung over and pissed, add in sweaty and dirty and Tore was having a fan-fucking-tastic day. Naturally all of it had started with his grandmother nearly beating down his door to wake him. She claimed to have been at it for over an hour to rouse the sleeping male, but Tore doubted it had been that long. Not that him having passed out on his couch just three hours earlier had anything to do with it. But really what was the point of having his own place if his gram could waltz over any time? Fat lotta good it did. Nonetheless he obeyed his gram's wishes and set about the task of gathering just about every dried branch, twig and leave he could find before throwing in other burnable materials. By the time he was finished the pile stretched several feet into the air and the entire yard was free of debris, not to mention the nearby wooded area. Shortly thereafter Tore had returned back to his apartment, taking the time to shower before passing out bare ass naked once again to sleep. It was not until he heard the honking outside that he roused from his sleep to pull himself up to the window over the couch to peer out to see Emi's Jeep. "Ugh, fuck." He muttered groggily under his breath before turning over and flopping back down briefly on the couch. What he wouldn't give to be able to keep sleeping but he doubted he would get away with missing out on the Stalk meeting. Knowing the females outside he would probably get tag teamed by his gram and Emi, maybe even Fay if she cared enough. Oh the joys of being the only guy around. Taking his sweet time, Tore got dressed, throwing on a black long sleeved shirt and some faded jeans with the knees worn out of them. The cougar did not even bother with shoes or socks, opting to go barefoot (not caring about the cold) before he threw on a baseball cap just for the hell of it. Only then the tattooed male headed down the stairs and out the garage door, passing briefly by his bike before heading out. "Christ Emi, how many are you gonna have?" It was the first words out of his mouth as soon as he noticed the little girl in the hoodie. Last time he checked there was only Nina; then again he hadn't really had an involved conversation with his grandma for several weeks and even if she had mentioned something, well he probably had tuned her out. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Jan 15 2009, 03:11 AM Post #4 |
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Emilia was glad that Elena was taking the time with her and Nina to learn to bond with her other half – even if it still made her nervous. Given a few months and she would probably feel much more settled and confident in herself. And the mother cougar certainly didn’t mind being the guardian of the fifteen year old; it just meant there was more love spread around the large house she lived in. Emi rolled her eyes at Marcy’s scalding as the other woman came out to tell her off about the food, though she smiled to see that the presence of the ‘grandmother’ of the clan seemed to soothe the teen’s nerves just a fraction as both the girls hugged the older woman before she came and practically shoved Emi away from the platters. ”You’re not carrying it all in by yourself either missy, you do plenty enough for everyone,” Emi just sighed and stood back as Marcy took over getting the food out, though the older woman allowed Elena to help, before leading her to a table that had been set up on the veranda near the barbecue. It was clear to see that the teen was full of nervous excitement at being around the Stalk’s private land. The scent of cougar was everywhere, which made it feel like a second home since the animals seemed at peace in their territory. "Christ Emi, how many are you gonna have?" Tore’s voice greeted her ears, which was probably lucky for him in a way – despite the smart ass remark – since she wouldn’t have waited very long before picking the lock to his apartment and throwing a bucket of water on him, naked or not. The blonde only smiled sweetly as she turned her head to glance at the male though, “Thirty to begin with and you will get to babysit every single one of them so I can go out and get more for you to take care of. Then I shall create an army of thugs!” Her head tilted back theatrically as she cackled, before shaking her head with a small chuckle, “Tore, this is Elena. Elena, this is Shithead.” Despite her deep sarcasm and picking on Tore, Emi was still happy to catch up with him, even if he gave her the shits sometimes. “By the way, thank you for gathering the pile,” She nodded toward the sticks and logs that were set up ready for burning, “Should be a good evening for it.” Having given Marcy a hug already, Nina only waited a moment before running toward Tore to latch onto his midsection, ”Shoulder ride! Pleeeease Unkie Tore?” Her mother held back the snicker as the miniature version of herself pouted up at the male. The girl had a fondness for all the older cougars, but seemed to have a particular enjoyment in playing with Tore. It was the same in their animal forms often too. Meanwhile, since Marcy and Elena managed to grab a platter each, Emi grabbed the last one before closing the back of the Jeep and carrying it to the table. Taking a moment to stretch, Emi closed her eyes as she breathed in the air around the area. She felt a little at peace around the Stalk grounds, and with all the recent events she needed that. |
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| Elena Herrera | Jan 16 2009, 03:04 PM Post #5 |
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With her hands full of meat, Elena could only nod slightly and mumble a hello as the older-male-cougar walked up to them. She smiled a little as Emily introduced him as "Shithead", eyebrows raising a little. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Shithead." she said, grinning a little. Her beast perked up a little as the slightly different scent wafted around him, nudging against the interesting new cougar. The smile faded from her face a little, the action making her nervous. She swallowed a bit, shaking her head as she followed Marcy up to the veranda with her platter. She set it down next to the one Marcy had put down, her hands slipping into her jacket pockets. The teenager hovered around, watching as Nina launched herself at the male. She smiled a little more as the girl begged for a shoulder ride, pouting up at Tore in a way that she could imagine Emily using. Her beast was still excited to be around a new cougar, especially one that was male. The cat prowled around Tore's, butting it's head against the older male lightly before batting at his tail. Elena shifted from foot to foot nervously for a moment, her bottom lip clutched between her teeth, as her beast romped around the male. It wanted her to shift, to run around exploring this new place with it's new friend. Elena glanced over at Emi for a moment before closing her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her beast in, mentally telling it to behave itself. The girl was also ashamed that she still wasn't used to this, feeling the cougar inside of her romp and play with others. She'd just gotten used to the scent and feel of Nina and Emily, and to the fact that she didn't have to hide what she was around them, since she wouldn't be punished for it. The girl forced herself to relax a little, letting the hold on her beast up a little. Slightly offended, the cat stalked back over to Tore, nudging against the new cougar again. |
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| Salvatore dos Santos | Jan 17 2009, 12:01 PM Post #6 |
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“Thirty to begin with and you will get to babysit every single one of them so I can go out and get more for you to take care of. Then I shall create an army of thugs!” "Jesus, don't even joke about that." The male mentally and physically shuddered at the thought of having to deal with thirty rugrats. All the crying and pooping and drooling; course then they all turn into little punks like him? Definitely not for Salvatore, “Tore, this is Elena. Elena, this is Shithead.” "Gee thanks." His tone dry and sarcastic while looking at the new kid that Emily had inherited. Obviously she was too 'old' to be Emily's, so even with the dark hair there was no way that the blonde and the werewolf she hung around with had managed to make a kid. Not unless wolves sprouted like weeds... then again that was possible. There were so damn many after all. Unfortunately for Tore he did not hear the compliment and thanks for the bonfire pile as he became distracted with the brush of the girl's beast. "Oof!" Tore was forced back a step as the miniature version of Emi plowed into him and, in true mimickry of her mother, started laying on the pout, "Alright, c'mon munchkin..." Reaching down, he spun around her so that she had her back to him before he picked her up under her arms and hoisted her up and over his head to sit on his shoulders. While he cringed at the name 'Unkie Tore' deep down he really did not mind it when it came from Nina. She was perhaps the only kid in the world that he could tolerate and enjoyed playing with; though he never admitted it. The male looked curiously at Elena though as the girl seemed to fidget, but her beast was quiet active and friendly toward him. A pierced brow lifted at that while keeping both hands on Nina's knees to hold her steady. His own beast and aura nudged against hers, mostly just testing the waters in a way and that the girl seemed nervous and her beast had a mind of its own. "Friendly thing, aren't ya?" He smirked a little at Elena while looking at her expectantly. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 17 2009, 12:57 PM Post #7 |
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The ride hadn't been as bad as he had originally expected, the suspension of the DRZ400 held up perfectly even with the added weight in the Givi hardbags that held a few bottles of Champagne and a few other non alcoholic selections since some of the attendees might not like his particular selection of alcohol for the night, though in that what he brought also concealed the custom silver laced hollow points he was transporting within a hidden compartment underneath the cooling membrane which kept the bottles cold, though if the police pulled him over they'd probably have a bigger shit fit if they found the leather holster which held the chambered G23 and the two magazines opposite of the handgun. He followed the trail and paid attention as to where he was riding, the last time he had trail blazed his way through he had gotten an ear full about how he shouldn't be popping wheelies and kicking up all sorts of dirt in the backyard, even though they had clearly made a dirt ramp that was begging to be used. Minor specks of mud clung to the sides of his boots, but outside of that the black leathers he wore along with the titanium reinforced gloves weren't that bad given the sixty or so mile ride. Johann gave the others a friendly wave before he found a place to park and dismounted. "Hello." He'd call out after removing his helmet, notching it upon the handlebar. "Emi, I brought some drinks." The clicking tick of the cooling engine would ring out for a moment as Johann busied himself with removing the hard bags, taking them over to the table as he placed down six bottles of champagne and four liters worth of assorted Soda. |
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| Fay Josselyn | Jan 18 2009, 02:20 AM Post #8 |
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Fay drummed her fingertips against the steering wheel as she waited at the last red light that stood between her and the Stalk’s meeting place. It had been an interesting week to say the least, and part of that interesting week was sleeping on the back seat of her SUV. The young cougar that had been rescued from the docks was a girl named Jasmine, as far as Fay had been able to gather without prying using her gifts, she had been born in America. She had also been infected there and treated...Fay didn’t think she knew the half of it and her stomach turned to think about what she had learned. She had tried to escape, when she was caught, she had later been sold. Into what, Fay had an idea that Emilia knew at least part of, the woman involved had disappeared completely. She was asleep because she simply wasn’t sleeping well at all, short of magical help, there was little that could allow her to relax enough. When she was able to catch some sleep here and there, along with her wariness about going to see other cougars, Fay wasn’t going to wake her. One thing that she could do for her was to ensure that she had a dreamless sleep. Fay had made the mistake of touching her as she had dreamt one night as would be instinctual towards anyone else and Jasmine woke up screaming as a result. The girl had very slowly gotten used to Fay being with her at night, and she had met Emilia a couple of times, but she was still wary, and both she and Fay were having to adjust, touch was not the comfort that it should be. All Fay could do at the moment was to be there, that she could have a calming affect on others‘ beasts helped some, she only hoped that it had been enough. It had taken a lot of convincing by her to get Jasmine to even step into her SUV, she would have to leave it up to her as to whether she chose to leave the vehicle once they arrived. Darting forward at the green light, Fay kept her eyes on the road that from here on in would be free from traffic at this time of the day. She always had a feeling of coming home when she came this close to the coven grounds, she had kept up with it as best as she could since her infection, only being unable to attend meetings that fell on the full moon. She pulled in to the grounds and looked back to see the young girl stirring as the terrain beneath the SUV changed and ii began to slow, “We are nearly there, mon chere, if you wish to join us, you may at any time.” She could sense that it was a big step even coming this far, it saddened her that someone had been so badly abused. She stretched her shoulders, looking out to the group ahead of her as she came to a stop. From the outside, her SUV looked...well, new partners asked who she’d pissed off badly enough to make her drive that, other people thought she was brave to step into it, let alone drive it. As far as she was concerned, it had character, it had survived narrow alleys and a head to head with a wall, there were very few modern cars that could claim to be able to do that. She smiled as she saw Nina mixing with the other cougars and Elena beginning to. She unstrapped her seatbelt and pulled a hamper off of the front seat beside her which had been filled with meat, cakes, soft drinks for the younger members of the stalk and red wine for the older. She also had a flask of coffee for herself and anyone else who wanted some at any time through the meeting. She nodded as she stepped out of the car, “Merry Meet all good cougars...and Shithead, of course.” She shot Tore a wink, knowing Emilia’s pet name for him. She sidled in beside Emilia, “Jasmine’s asleep in the SUV, she might come out sooner or later, we’ll have to see how the mood takes her.” She had food and soda in the back with her anyway, should she wake up and feel like something to eat. Edited by Fay Josselyn, Jan 18 2009, 11:28 PM.
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| Emilia Deveraux | Jan 19 2009, 09:22 PM Post #9 |
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“Who said I am joking?” Emilia raised her eyebrows at Tore as she took the last platter to the table and set it down before stretching, “Give it a couple of months and little screaming bellowing cougar kiddies can be running all around here, just think of it.” The grin on her dial showed that she was enjoying teasing the male way too much about little scamps running around. Though, as she watched him give in to Nina so easily, the grin turned more into a knowledgeable smile. As tough as he liked to be, Tore was a bit of a softie on occasions, and Nina was somehow able to prove that whenever she convinced him to play with her. The mother couldn’t help the chuckle as Nina squealed when she was hoisted up high and sat on Tore’s shoulders. ”Well, I’ll go inside and get the utensils so I can start cooking this truckload of meat you brought,” Shaking her head, Marcy went inside and Emi chuckled lightly, shaking her head as she peeled some foil back from one of the platters in order to pinch a slice of ham to pop into her mouth quickly. Watching Elena though, Emi noticed her becoming even more fidgety and unsure of her beast as she pulled it back in before deciding to let it go again, and she moved up beside the girl to wrap a comforting arm around her shoulder and plant a small kiss on the side of her forehead, “It is alright to be curious, mon petit. No one here is going to bite.” Emi then smirked slightly at Tore, “Play nice, she is still adjusting.” The cougar’s ears pricked though as she heard the sound of a couple of vehicles approaching, one of them distinctly a motorcycle and her eyebrows rose almost in slight intrigue. It was a rarity when Johann visited since he was a bit more of a loner then the rest, but it meant that he must have taken into account that Emi wanted to talk about what was going on with the new laws and how it might affect the stalk. She smiled lightly though as he pulled up and parked near her Jeep before stepping off the bike and approaching with a couple of bags of drinks, “Bonjour Johann, it is a pleasure to see you here today.” Her eyes widened slightly at the amount of champagne that had been brought and she whistled low, “My, we will be having a party tonight. SO I take it you also received my message about the other business we shall have to discuss some time?” The blonde was referring to her plans for creating a small underground racket to start doing something about Iveriot, but she wouldn’t be able to mention it in front of the children, or Marcy or Fay... and speaking of. With unfathomable timing, Emi saw the SUV her ears had heard coming from a way off as it also pulled up through the drive, parking near the other vehicles. Emi noticed that Jasmine was with her and smiled slightly, though there was an edge of concern to it as well since she was still worried about the girl and how she was coping. Excusing herself, Emi stepped down from the veranda and walked toward the car as Fay stepped out, “Bonjour mon ami,” She smirked and shook her head at Fay’s special greeting toward Tore, but didn’t say anything, it was a time for them all to relax after all. Glancing in the car window, Emi could see that Jasmine was asleep and she spoke softly, “How is she coping anyway, chere?” |
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| Elena Herrera | Feb 9 2009, 04:33 AM Post #10 |
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Elena’s chin lifted slightly, a faint frown forming on her face as Tore teased her. “I think it’s just intrigued by bad smells.” she retorted, adding after a seconds pause, “Unkie Tore.” She relaxed a little, though, as the man’s beast nudged against hers. She glanced around before taking a seat on the edge of the steps, watching as he hoisted Nina up to his shoulders. She had to admit, she did feel safe here. So if she felt safe…if Emily said she was safe…then maybe she could let go a little. The teenager glanced up as the motorcycle roared into the driveway, wrinkling her nose at the slight smell of burnt rubber. Her eyebrows rose a little as she saw the quantity of liquor that the other cougar possessed, followed quickly by a slight pain of disappointment as she realized she wouldn’t be partaking in any of it. She was distracted again as she felt Tore’s aura nudge against hers again, causing her beast to swat lightly at it. Tucking an errand strand of hair behind her ear, the girl sighed, resting her chin on her hand, her elbow resting on her knee. Even without the awkwardness of meeting the Stalk and other cougars for the first time, Elena suspected she would still feel out of place here. Everyone was years older then her, or years younger. Even with how her life had forced her to grow up faster then anyone else, she was beginning to think she’d never fit in anywhere. Rolling her eyes at her own pitifulness, the teenager looked up as another woman pulled into the Stalk, stepping out of the car. Elena could see Emi and the woman discussing something in the backseat, which she couldn’t make out from were she was sitting. Sure, if she focused a little harder she could probably make out what they were saying; but she didn’t want to eavesdrop. Heaving another sigh, Elena stood up, dusting her jeans off as she headed over to the coolers to root around for something to drink. “Nina, are you thirsty?” she called, pulling out a can of soda for herself. |
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| Salvatore dos Santos | Feb 9 2009, 05:34 AM Post #11 |
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“I think it’s just intrigued by bad smells." Immediately the smirk on his face fell away by the smart retort before the younger cougar followed up with, "Unkie Tore." "Christ... Emi already rubbed off on you." Tore's gaze slid to the Reinha as she also seemed to catch on to Elena's nervousness. Thought it was him that naturally got the admonishment, not the kid. If he did not know better he would have thought Emilia considered the children to be more mature that he was, “Play nice, she is still adjusting.” "Hey, no harm done." A hand was removed from where it had been holding onto Nina's ankle to hold her steady; he held it up with the palm out as a sign that he did not mean anything by it. Though about that time he heard the sound of a bike roaring up the drive which announced the arrival of the only other male cougar besides himself. Tore did not know very much about Johann and it did not really matter to him to know. Instead the tattooed male only nodded his head in response to the greeting and continued to walk about with Nina high on his shoulders. Well as high as she could be on his five foot five frame, "So munchkin, been being a good pain in the butt for yer mom?" The sound of yet another vehicle approaching marked the arrival of the last of the stalk and the one person that Tore always seemed to be at odds with, “Merry Meet all good cougars...and Shithead, of course.” He rolled his eyes, "You all really need better nicknames. I could start calling you pig if you really wanted?" The male flashed a 'sweet' grin at her before Marcy came up from behind and gave him a smart bop on the head. |
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| Fay Josselyn | Feb 19 2009, 09:19 AM Post #12 |
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Fay ran her fingers through her hair, settling it behind her shoulders as she stepped out of the SUV, it had been a long week for her and she had had barely time to relax. She had made time to sleep, she always did when Emilia started threatening her with tranquilliser guns, but there was still a certain weight behind her eyes that showed that her mind was only just focussing on what was meant to be a relaxing time rather than being torn away. She had not had the best of relationships with Tore, it wasn’t that he did certain things that she should be interested in at PPIT, she could handle that easily enough, it was more that he was sometimes careless enough to let her know about it. She kept her expression deadpan as he returned her greeting, she raised an eyebrow at his comment, “And I could tell you that it’s hardly original.” She had smiled briefly as she saw Nina settled on his shoulders, despite their less than friendly words. She tempered her earlier greeting and words by adding, “But then we are here to relax, so we should perhaps set a better example than we are between us for the kids, mon ami.” She may have been at odds with him more often than not, but she had no particular ill feeling towards him. She fell in beside Emi as she asked how Jasmine was coping, “As well as she can be, chere, she just about trusts me enough to let me help her into a dreamless sleep and to come here, but she’s...” She shrugged, “It’s like she’s expecting something bad to happen to her around every corner, it’s upsetting that a child should have been through something to bring that about.” Edited by Fay Josselyn, Feb 19 2009, 11:21 AM.
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| Deleted User | Feb 28 2009, 07:54 PM Post #13 |
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Johann smiled, nodding in reply. "Well every good party needs to be lubricated by idiotic amounts of alcohol and other refreshments." Normally he'd fill his sentences with jovial amounts of swearing, though it appeared that there were younger ones amongst the gathering crowd. "I'm going to place these in the fridge, wouldn't want them to warm up until we pop the corks and all." He'd nod and say his hellos to everyone, Johann wasn't one to socialize much when it came to the Stalk. In a way he preferred it that way as it allowed him a certain amount of impartial ambiguity when it came to the more important tasks that were often situated upon him. "Emilia, we've got to discuss a few things later on, nothing to important just trying to figure a few things out." by that he figured she'd know before he walked off towards the kitchen with his bags in hand. It didn't take him to long to situate the majority of champagne, bottles of wine and liters of soda into the fridge. A few choice curse words did escape him as he tried to fit the last bottle of Soda in, eventually he gave up and decided a nice bottle of Root beer would be the perfect way to start off the evening. "Oh screw it." He'd snag a roll of red plastic Solo cups and the liter of Soda as he strode outside. Johann had to wonder how this would go and at the very least where he'd stash his guns. |
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