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| Caught in the Act [Jason/Emi/Invite] | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 18 2009, 04:50 PM (284 Views) | |
| Nathaniel Thyne | Feb 18 2009, 04:50 PM Post #1 |
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This was ridiculous. Not only had he already been at the hospital two hours longer then his shift stated that he had to be - but just moments ago, something very.. unfortunate had happened. He'd been doing a checkup on a patient, just a routine physical sort of thing - when all of a sudden the man (the shifter actually; a hyena) had lashed out at him, trying to scratch at Nathaniel's face and arms whilst partially shifting at the same time. The man was no alpha, but given how many other doctors and shifters, etc. there were in the area simply overpowering the patient with his own beast hadn't been too appealing an option. After hurling the man into the wall (fortunately they'd been the only ones in that particular room - so nobody actually saw the incident) he'd run outside and quickly retrieved a powerful tranquilliser for the hyena. He'd still be conscious (barely), but it would work to paralyse the man for several moments, and would also cause him to lose partial motor skills for a while. He'd gone in with several nurses to help, but apparently the man was ready for them. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted to do and how to do it, and manoeuvring his way toward Nathaniel managed to somehow grab the needle and stab the doctor in the leg with it. It was in that moment that he was restrained, but unfortunately for Nate... it'd already been too late. He'd stood in place, at first, too stunned to move. Or maybe it was the fact that his limbs were currently paralysed, and he couldn't see anything. It took several minutes for him to realise that he'd been moved to a bed of his own - in another room, luckily - and that there was a slight pain in his very numb-feeling thigh. How had that happened... he found it amazingly difficult to recall what had happened in the past several days, let alone the past few minutes. It took about ten minutes of laying quietly for everything (including his sight, and the ability to speak without sounding like he had fifty jelly babies crammed into his mouth) to come slowly back to him, and it was only then that the anger kicked in. That fucking moron of a patient; sure, he'd gotten work related injuries before, but to actually be drugged by something so powerful? Ignoring the nurse's advice to stay seated for a while - he was far too annoyed (and stubborn) for that, Nathaniel hobbled his way out of the bed, near avoiding a collision with the wall on his way out of the room. Stupid walls.. he'd swear that they were actually moving around purposely, just to get in his way. It was the only logical explanation as to what was happening. He'd intended to go and find the on-call room - where doctors who were on call or on break could just lay down and have a rest - but apparently, his sight (and senses of smell and hearing, apparently) wasn't quite as sharp again as he might've thought it to be. Opening to the door to the storage closet and fully expecting to see a few couches and a TV inside, he was quite surprised when the sight of some blonde whore and her pimp making out greeted him instead. "Heeeey, Emi!" His words were slurred, almost as if he was drunk. "Who's this guy? Wait wait aren't you meant to be working!" Losing his balance slightly, he fell onto the door frame, now using it for support to stand. "Why's the room spinning...?" Turning to the male that she was with, he tilted his head to one side (bad idea, everything began to spin even more) and sniffed the air. "You smell funny. Go shower." |
![]() "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Jason Young | Feb 19 2009, 03:21 PM Post #2 |
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Ulfric // Emi's Beau
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Only a few days had passed since the brief getaway the werewolf had surprised Emily with. Who would have thought so much would have changed in that night. Well, it had really only changed for the two of them. For everyone else, they seemed to heave a sigh of relief that the two had finally caught up with reality. Though even for Jason it felt as if an unknown weight had been lifted. As if telling Emily how he had unknowingly felt had been on the tip of his tongue all these years. Upon their arrival back to Paris, life had returned to normalcy despite the vacation which really did not last long enough for Jason. It would have been nice to have spent another day or two camping but responsibility called and he had promised Cara and everyone else involved in helping get Emi away that they would only be gone a day. Though how much had really changed? Jason had wondered that when he entered the Golden Cockerel lobby and made his way to Emily's office. A call from her earlier had prompted him to come over while she was working and help alleviate the boredom and tedium of another late shift. Fifteen minutes later when they had stumbled into a storage closet, the werewolf remembered what had changed. Their admission of feelings heightened the time spent together, especially at that moment as he had set to removing Emi's clothes. Their heated kisses proved a distraction as Jason fumbled with the zipper of his pants. "Heeeey, Emi! What the hell?! "Who's this guy? Wait wait aren't you meant to be working!" The werewolf pushed up and off of Emi while turning partially to face who it was that had invaded their privacy. Obviously the hospital was beginning to turn a bit too 'public' for random sexual encounters. "Why's the room spinning...? Jason peered curiously at the man who looked as if he was about to keel over. He smelled like... wolf? "You smell funny. Go shower." The curious looked flickered to one of annoyance, "Someone get lost looking for the drunk tank?" Who was this lycan anyway? Apparently he knew Emi and had called her by name and knew that she worked at the hospital. |
![]() Jason :: 30 :: Ex-Military :: Licensed Executioner (PPIT) :: Emily's × TAGGED × (Removeable - Thanks Sunshine) | |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Feb 19 2009, 06:53 PM Post #3 |
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REINHA :: Queen of Thugs
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The entire brief vacation a few days ago had been full of surprises – from being literally whisked up and carried away from her work, to the rather large admissions from the both of them that after five years, there really was something more between them. While a part of her was certainly worried about the possible things that could change and how it would affect the people closest to them (despite the fact that the majority of them had been waiting for it for a while), another part felt much more at peace and had no desire whatsoever to be fool around with anyone else as long as she had the wolf. Returning home had been a bit of an anti-climax as they’d fallen back into routine, making her wonder if anything really was supposed to change. Emi wished that things weren’t so hectic, just so they could take the time to find out. However, it seemed luck was on her side this boring late night, when it seemed Jason wasn’t working and decided to come over and keep her company for a while – night shifts were always more difficult to get through without driving oneself mad. And amazingly, within only ten to fifteen minutes they were already all over each other, the excitement of the newfound knowledge of how they felt for each other was still fresh and in some ways Emi felt like a teenager again as they hurried to get rid of the obstructive clothing while heatedly kissing and nipping at each other. "Heeeey, Emi!” The slurred voice cut through the female’s concentration on Jason, and upon recognising it, she held back a cringe, "Who's this guy? Wait wait aren't you meant to be working!" “Nathaniel...” Emi spoke lowly as Jason pushed himself off her to see who’d come along, and pulled her blouse closed. This was not going to be a simple encounter. The whole reason she was even working at the moment was because of the incident that had occurred with the other doctor... but more than that, she knew he hadn’t announced himself to the Pack yet. Unfortunately for her, he’d used the favour she owed him for not having killed her years ago to make her promise not to say anything, as well as take on any patients that either were or smelled like wolves. It was obvious he was still under the effect of the tranquiliser he’d been jabbed with – and he was going to be unhappy later when he found out he’d just given himself away. "Why's the room spinning...?” Emi could have groaned, but she opted instead to get up and help stead Nate a bit, moving toward him as he finally caught on to Jason’s scent, "You smell funny. Go shower." “You should have stayed in your room until that tranquiliser wore off properly...” The blonde sighed and wrapped an arm around Nate to keep him steady before glancing back at Jason with a slightly sorrowful apologetic look as she picked up his irritation at likely not only the interruption, but the fact that it was a wolf... who obviously knew her. “He’s a doctor here at the hospital, I thought he'd left town until recently. There was an unfortunate incident with one of his patients earlier today. Come on.” Wincing slightly, she began to direct Nate back out, glancing toward the on-call room (which was only two more doors down the hall) before deciding it was closer than his room, and thus better. Besides, no doubt there were going to be questions. “And this is Jason, Nathaniel... my boyfriend whom you interrupted my break time fun with – so don’t think you’re not going to receive payback later,” The cougar grumbled slightly toward the end of the sentence before adding, “He’s also the Ulfric around here – which is probably why he smells, as you put it, ‘funny’.” Safe to say, the blonde was not impressed with the situation – at all. |
![]() Emi/Goldilocks :: 24 :: 'MamaCat' :: Healer/Doctor :: Telepath/Empath :: Underground Networker :: TAGGED :: (removable - sneaky kitty) | |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Feb 19 2009, 07:29 PM Post #4 |
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Stupid stupid walls.. they kept spinning and trying to make him dizzy.. well no sir, not this wolf! He'd show them - tomorrow when he came to work, he'd wear glasses. Let them try and spin, then! "That shithole wasn't my room; how can they keep people in those things? They're horribly uncomfortable and the nurse wouldn't even answer me when I called!" Never mind the fact that his 'calling' hadn't actually been aloud.. and if it had been, it'd barely been above a whisper, not nearly loud enough for anybody normal to hear. He used Emilia for support instead of the wall when she wrapped an arm around him - she wouldn't spin, she wasn't in alignment with those damn things. With her so close, he realised that she smelled 'funny', too.. probably because of what had almost happened in the supposed on call room, but Nathaniel still found it strange. "Oh oh a boooyfriend! So that's what you gals are calling them these days, eh?" He asked, referring to the man who was so obviously her pimp. All he needed was a top hat, a purple suit and a cane, and the look would be perfect. How could she not see it? "You're such a whore Emi, seriously.. sleeping with guys on your breaks, while Abby will barely even notice me. It's completely unfair, what's your secret?" Aah, Abby.. he wished she was here, just seeing her would make those walls quiver in fear. He just knew it; her beauty would make them stop dead in their tracks. Collecting his thoughts for the briefest of moments, his eyes widened in shock, her words of explanation as to who the Pimp-man was only just registering in his mind. He stifled a gasp. "Wait wait wait.. you mean... he's the wolf-leader-guy?" His words were whispered, though he stared at Jason suspiciously as he spoke, making sure to lean down into Emily's ear so that only she could hear. If 'Jason' was the Ulfric, he couldn't entirely recall why, but Nathaniel knew that this was bad. He didn't want to meet any pack, he'd been avoiding them so well.. Suddenly turning around, he began to walk in the opposite direction of Emilia and her boyfriend, not wanting to be anywhere near them. However the sudden movement made his head spin, and after only several paces he could no longer keep his balance. Stopping, he slowly lowered himself down into a seated position, back and head resting against the wall... which was no longer spinning. Seated, he managed to think slightly clearer, enough to realise that being anywhere near the Ulfric was horrible; he would not join the pack. Nor did he have any intentions of dying, any time soon. At least not by the hand of some irritating wolf who thought he could order around everyone of the same species, just because he said so. It was all Emily's fault. "Ow.." Rubbing his thigh where he'd been stabbed for a moment, Nathaniel managed to calm down a little bit more, so much so that he actually remembered what'd happened to him. The hyena patient, who'd suddenly lashed out, getting drugged.. and failing to notice the very apparent stench of Lukoi inside the storage closet. If it weren't for Emi, her little boyfriend wouldn't have been at the hospital at all and this wouldn't have happened. Sure, he might've taken a nap in a closet for a while, but he'd prefer that to explaining why he hadn't announced himself to the pack after more then a month of living in Paris, any day. Not only did he still feel like crap - most of the effects of the tranquilliser was slowly wearing off, but he still had the urge to hurl - but there was no way in hell that he could actually fight an alpha male in this state. Firstly he'd get fired, but he didn't exactly have a deathwish. Basically, unless he passed out or something right now, he was screwed, and probably even then, too. |
![]() "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Jason Young | Feb 20 2009, 02:17 PM Post #5 |
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The werewolf did not like this at all. Jason's eyes narrowed at the long-haired man as he slurred his words and looked as if he had been drinking too heavily. Or he really was stupid. In either case, he felt as if he had just stumbled upon a secret of some kind as Jason was continuously reminded that the man and Emi knew either other some how. It made him suspicious. Just the sight of Emi moving about to help the drugged out male stirred further irritation that began to border on anger. He looked at her expectantly for an explaination or some sort of elaboration, catching the apologetic look on her face, He’s a doctor here at the hospital, I thought he'd left town until recently. There was an unfortunate incident with one of his patients earlier today. Come on.” "A doctor...?" As the cougar began to exit with the male, Jason reached down to zip up his pants and grab his shirt to yank back down over his head. There was no way he was going to let Emily out of his sight, “And this is Jason, Nathaniel... my boyfriend whom you interrupted my break time fun with – so don’t think you’re not going to receive payback later ... He’s also the Ulfric around here – which is probably why he smells, as you put it, ‘funny’.” It was evident that this Nathaniel did not smell of the Pack and the only explaination was the he was a rogue. Now why Emily had kept this knowledge from Jason, he could not be sure. He hoped that she had a good reason. "You're such a whore Emi, seriously.. sleeping with guys on your breaks, while Abby will barely even notice me. It's completely unfair, what's your secret?" It took every ounce of strength that Jason had not to lunge at the dazed fool and punch his lights out for calling Emily a whore. But it did not stop his beast from surging forth in a rush of anger that he had to stuff down just to try and remain civil. His eyes narrowed more while gauging Nathaniel's reaction to the knowledge that he was actually looking at the Ulfric. An unhappy Ulfric at that. All he could tell was that he was whispering to Emi and low enough so that Jason could not hear. When the man staggered and then dropped to a sitting position against a wall, Jason took a few steps forward so that he would be standing in front of the man. Folding arms over his chest, he glanced down at Nathaniel before his eyes lifted to Emily, "Why didn't you tell me about him?" As Ulfric, Jason had a duty to the Pack of Paris to make sure they were protected and order within the pack was with held. Rogues running loose could be dangerous; especially dangerous for submissives who could not or would not protect themselves. To say the least, Jason had little sympathy for the current state of the werewolf in front of him as he looked back to Nathan, watching him carefully. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Feb 21 2009, 12:11 AM Post #6 |
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REINHA :: Queen of Thugs
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For one of the very few times in her life, Emi wished she could crawl up in a hole and tell the world to go away – this was going to be a bitch and a half to have to explain. Trust Nathaniel to come and ruin three blissful days of happy nommy puppy love by intruding and giving away his own damn secret. If it had been up to the cougar, she’d have told Jason about him the first day she’d bumped into the other wolf here in the hospital – but nooooo, Nathaniel had to go and remind her that he’d spared her life way back six or seven years ago, before she’d even met her boyfriend. Somehow being able to call him that almost made her smile despite the bad situation... almost. The blonde very blatantly decided to ignore the term Nathaniel had used for her, although she instantly picked up on Jason’s anger about it and was glad he had enough self control not to act upon it... or was she? Thinking about it again, she’d have probably felt just a teensy bit better if he could’ve given Nate a good smack in the mouth. It’d teach the ass for fucking up her happy time. The mention of an ‘Abby’ piqued her interest though, and she tucked that little tid-bit away for future use. Likely blackmail or payback for being a right shithead – sounded good to her. Emi had to refrain from rolling her eyes and groaning as Nate finally caught on to what else she’d said about the wolf she was with though, and her arm fell away as he pulled from her grasp and turned to probably make an attempt at escaping. A failed attempt at that. Life seemed to drain out of Emi as the drugged werewolf slid to the floor and rested his back and head against the wall. She was at a loss as to what to do, and she was almost too scared to look at Jason right now because she was pretty damn sure he’d be glaring daggers at her. And somehow the new step in their relationship meant the idea of him being pissy with her upset her more than it used to. "Why didn't you tell me about him?" “Long story... I wanted to.” The blonde spoke tiredly as she moved toward Nathaniel again, and this time yanked him up sharply (and possibly a little painfully), supporting most of his weight as she practically dragged him to the on-call room where she promptly dropped him on the bed in there like a sack of potatoes. She waited for Jason to come in before closing the door and leaning against it as she rubbed her temples. After a moment, she lifted her gaze to Jason, a sad expression on her features, “I owed him a favour for sparing my life probably almost seven years ago – back when I was still with Nicca. When he came here almost two months ago he decided to call it in and made me swear not to say anything.” Her voice raised slightly as she continued, directing the next part slightly toward Nate too, “Of course he didn’t say I had to actively try to hide him.” Lowering her voice, Emi bounced one foot against the ground slightly as she wrinkled her nose a little and glanced down, “I am sorry,” Glancing up, she tried to meet Jason’s gaze, “You know I would have said something otherwise... besides, as I mentioned, he’s been gone for a while. I didn’t think he was coming back.” With a sigh, Emi shrugged slightly, “When he did come back, you and I weren’t talking still... and well, the past few days I don’t exactly have a whole lot of other things on my mind when you’re around.” Emi attempted to push down the small bit of heat that reached her cheeks at the admittance – but it was true. She was in like some stupid high school lovey-dovey phase. With a sigh, she nodded toward Nate though, “But as I said, I haven’t been hiding him or else I would never invite you over here. In a way I have been kind of hoping you might chance bump into each other.” It would be one less thing she'd have to worry about |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Feb 22 2009, 09:53 AM Post #7 |
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Being too preoccupied with the state of the room at the time (whether it'd been spinning or not), Nathaniel hadn't paid the Ulfric any mind at all when he'd glared at him. Although whilst seated, he'd managed to register Emily's words enough to realise that the man was a threat, the moment she pulled him up things began to spin once more and his thoughts once again felt random and out of place. All he knew was that people were ignoring him, and he was being taken into a room with a bed.. a very soft bed. He breathed a sigh of relief once he was laying down - it was even better then sitting, and he even managed to concentrate enough to understand most of what was being said. “I am sorry, you know I would've said something otherwise, blah blah blah.. grovel some more..” Rolling his eyes - not the smartest of movements given his current state, but fortunately it didn't trigger another head spin - he turned his head slightly so that he could face the two. "Grovelling? Didn't realize you'd sink so low Em; guess this guy's got you better trained then might be expected.." He gave a dismal wave, going back to trying to relax. The intensity of the situation was.. too much, at the moment - joining any kind of pack had been something the wolf had successfully avoided for a total of eleven years now, and frankly, the very idea of suddenly become part of one bothered him. A lot. He knew the basics of how the pack worked.. they had their leader, the Ulfric, then his Lupa if he/she had one, Geri, Freki, Skoll etc.. and a couple of other positions he either hadn't heard much about, or just couldn't remember. Basically it had a big line between the normal pack members, and those who held a position. Or at least, this was how he viewed it. The idea of actually taking orders from that many people bothered him, and he refused to accept it. Bothered him to the point of annoyance, even anger; which led to his next outburst. "But as I said, I haven’t been hiding him or else I would never invite you over here. In a way I have been kind of hoping you might chance bump into each other.” Suddenly feeling insulted, he sprang upward from his laying position (near avoiding a collision with the bunk above his..), eyes narrowed at the cougar. "What a bitch! You could've done bloody more to help, now I've got to put up with your pimp guy as well as wait for these damn drugs to wear off!" Somehow gathering the energy, he forced himself to be lifted from the bed, placing a hand at the bunk above his for more support. He could still think fairly clearly now, and although he wasn't in complete control of his words, they did manage to get the way he was feeling across pretty well. Annoyed; at Emi. The words following the outburst were murmured, though a few choice things such as 'fucking ungrateful' and 'blonde whore' might've been caught by the two. |
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| Jason Young | Feb 22 2009, 10:47 AM Post #8 |
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“Long story... I wanted to.” An eyebrow was raised as Emily began to explain why it was she did not inform him of the knowledge of a rogue wolf in the city. What did that mean she wanted to? Why couldn't she then? Jason hoped she had a good reason for it since the cougar would have undoubtedly been pissed off if he had held anything from her. The whole reason why she had knocked him out at the Pack house several weeks ago had been because he had not told her everything. While those thoughts played through his mind, he followed Emily as she assisted the other wolf to the on-call room and helped him down. With the door closed they had a little more privacy to discuss matters as she went on, “I owed him a favour for sparing my life probably almost seven years ago – back when I was still with Nicca. When he came here almost two months ago he decided to call it in and made me swear not to say anything. “Of course he didn’t say I had to actively try to hide him.” The notion that she knew him from before and had apparently been involve in sparing her life brought a grimace to Jason's face. Spared her life? Jason's gaze settled on Emi as he considered the implications; especially if the incident had occured back in the days when the blonde was with that bastard prick Nicca. Had this wolf tried to kill her? That thought darkened his features to look back at Nathaniel. Jason simply listened as Emily went on to explain that she was sorry and did not know the werewolf would be back. A sigh left the Ulfric but he nodded to her, looking to meet her gaze to show that he understood... somewhat. If anything at least the cougar had been aware of the rogue and if he had caused trouble or would be trouble then Jason had to believe that she would tell him. “But as I said, I haven’t been hiding him or else I would never invite you over here. In a way I have been kind of hoping you might chance bump into each other.” "Well we've certainly done that..." He quipped, looking on at the werewolf as he seemed to carry on incoherently. Who said anything about groveling? Even in his drugged state the werewolf on the bed was trying Jason's patience. As if calling Emily a whore had not sparked his ire but was he suggesting that Jason made the cougar do things against her will? What was this guy like when he was actually straight? "What a bitch! You could've done bloody more to help, now I've got to put up with your pimp guy as well as wait for these damn drugs to wear off!" Instantly Jason's eyes shot to the werewolf. It only took a split second for him to round on Nathaniel -- it was the straw that broke the camel's back even as more curses were murmured in regards to the Ulfric's girlfriend. At least Nathan had done the courtesy of standing up so Jason would not have to bend over as he swung his arm in a sharp right hook. His fist impacted with the side of Nathaniel's skull to drop the man. Hell with any luck maybe Jason had knocked his rude ass out. The werewolf's eyes narrowed before he took a step back to glance at Emily, "Next time you should tell him to use a higher dose of the tranq." Pivoting, he turned away from the fallen wolf and moved over to a window to look out. Annoyed was an understatement. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Feb 22 2009, 11:55 PM Post #9 |
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At least Jason was listening to her while she explained everything. She had half expected him to be angry enough not to want to listen to her since she knew she wouldn’t take it very well herself. Though, she supposed, with circumstances twisted as long as Jason was aware of a cougar then she’d trust that he would make sure they didn’t cause problems and get the rest of the Stalk in trouble. At least the wolf knew her past enough to know that it would have been no small matter when she said that Nate had spared her life. Being an assassin part time meant you got into situations like that. It probably didn’t help the other wolf’s situation though. Either way, it seemed that Jason at least understood a bit as he sighed and met her gaze – easing a bit of very high strung muscle tension that had begun building in her shoulders at the potential of a fight. She didn’t want to have one this early on. Emi ignored Nathaniel’s ramblings as he continued on to insinuate further that Emi was apparently a whore and Jason was her pimp though while she spoke to her boyfriend; how was trying to make him understand grovelling? Seriously, if he was like this just on a tranquiliser she’d hate to see Nathaniel drunk... well, unless he was making out with a random guy. Then she’d be posting pictures up in her blog. "What a bitch! You could've done bloody more to help, now I've got to put up with your pimp guy as well as wait for these damn drugs to wear off!" Emi could already tell what was coming next as Jason rounded on the other wolf right away, taking a couple of steps before giving him a right hook that even made Emi jump slightly. The crack of fist against skull could be heard clearly from where she was by the door and she stared for a moment with wide eyes as Nathaniel dropped like a ton of bricks. Well, she couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it. While she could ignore the slander against her, she guessed Jason obviously found it harder to do. Not that she could really care... her boyfriend had just knocked someone out for her honour. It was really quite a turn on. "Next time you should tell him to use a higher dose of the tranq." “You are quite right,” Emi answered distractedly as she grabbed a small Post-It pad and a pen from her pocket and wrote a message: ’Call my extension when you’re feeling more civil – Em.’ She then stuck it on Nate’s forehead before standing up and grabbing Jason’s arm to spin him around and face her before kissing him heatedly. Screw waiting around for shit head to wake up, she wanted her break time nookie even more so now. Pulling back, she grinned wickedly, “And I need you right now. So let’s go, we can worry about him later.” The cougar practically dragged her man out of the room before locking the door from the outside with her keys and thanking the hospital gods for reinforced doors and walls. She then grabbed Jason again, “We will lock the office this time.” It was quite a while later that the female doctor’s office was in perhaps slight disarray (certainly the desk was half empty, many of its items scattered over the floor), while she was happily revelling in a very fresh sexual afterglow on Jason’s lap in her desk chair when the phone rang. The still mostly naked woman groaned at having to break off a kiss, but did so to lean over to the desk and hit the speaker for her intercom before cuddling back up to Jason. Emi already knew who is was without having to ask, and spoke clearly for the person on the other end, “Have a pleasant nap? Now, I might consider letting you out if you say ‘pretty please’ and apologise for calling me a whore...” |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Feb 23 2009, 09:53 PM Post #10 |
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He hadn't even seen the hit coming. Just this fact alone quite possibly told more about Nathaniel's current condition & attention span then the way he was (now, had been) rambling pointlessly on had. He was knocked out cold by just the one hit, and quite fortunately for the wolf had fallen right back on the bed where he'd previously been laying. It was by a pure stroke of luck, nothing more, that he didn't smack his head on the bunk above his own on the way down. He lay quietly on the material for several hours, the effects of the drugs playing a fairly large part in just how long he was unconscious. By the time he did awaken, the pain from getting knocked out was gone almost completely, other then a mild cramp in his jaw where the Ulfric's fist had made contact. He took a moment neutralising this, before actually getting up and examining exactly where he was. The on-call room; most certainly not the best place to get locked inside of. Although there were ways out - climbing out the third floor window being one of them - the easiest and fastest to use was the actual door that led out into the hall. Apart from the window, which he wasn't too keen on climbing out of given how difficult scaling the outer wall would be (doable but still irritating) there was always the air vent he could use to get out of the room.. again not a very favourable option. Not only was it extremely cramped and uncomfortable, but he'd never actually made it a habit to find out just where all the air vents in the hospital led, so by the time he managed to find his way into another room (that wasn't locked) he would've already wasted so much time and... to put it bluntly, it just wasn't worth it. After discovering the locked door he'd sworn for about a minute or so, kicked the bed frame once or twice... Damn her. She was going to force him to communicate with her and her damn 'boyfriend' - even now, thinking straight he was tempted to refer to the man as Emilia's pimp - just to get out of this room. Breaking the door down wasn't even an option, the damn thing was reinforced as well as the walls. Maybe she'd just come down and let him out without bothering to tell the Ulfric, or at least not bringing him along... Nathaniel wished he was naive enough to actually believe this. Were he in a normal, even state of mind he would've simply ignored the instructions she'd left on his forehead, and would've gone right for the window. Allowing a pack, anywhere, to know this much about him was just too dangerous; too much of a risk. Usually, this would be his time to leave the country, or at least the city for several months, possibly longer. But.. something had changed. Now, there was something else - something far greater then his own selfish wants and needs - that caused him to feel reluctant about leaving. He couldn't be that far away from her; he just.. couldn't. Not that the wolf realised that this was the cause of his reasoning immediately; no, that was something to be pondered upon at a later time, after he'd gotten his revenge for that hook on his jaw. He'd been drugged, for fuck's sake; he hadn't known what he'd been about! Forcing himself to calm down somewhat, he removed his phone from his pocket, having already realised that Emi was one of the few around tonight that actually had the authority to lock and unlock the on-call room. Were he not the one locked in he would've been to do it, too, but well.. She answered her office phone on the fourth ring, just when he was beginning to grow impatient. Without Nathaniel even having to say a word she spoke clearly, and condescendingly. “Have a pleasant nap? Now, I might consider letting you out if you say ‘pretty please’ and apologise for calling me a whore...” "Yes, Emilia, I slept wonderfully. Thank you for asking." Sarcasm just about dripping off of his words, he rolled his eyes as he spoke, leaning against the door frame of the exit. "I'm terribly sorry for outing you as a whore in such a public place as the hall, where people could have heard.. would you pretty please ever forgive me? Promise I'll be good from now on." Edited by Nathaniel Thyne, Feb 23 2009, 09:53 PM.
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| Jason Young | Feb 24 2009, 04:10 AM Post #11 |
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A feeling of satisfaction lingered under the annoyance that Jason had regarding just now learning of a rogue wolf that had some how been pissed by both himself and the rest of the Pack. To shut the man up and put an end to his constant whining and putting Emily down by knocking Nathaniel out did help ease some of Jason's tension though. He was trying his best not to be too upset with Emi and give her the benefit of the doubt. Jason had no reason not to trust her after all -- he had faith in the cougar, even if he was not entirely happy about the situation now. Not paying attention to what she was doing, he had idea what she was doing until Emily had grabbed his arm and whipped him about. Falling into an embrace, his lips met hers while both brows drew up in surprise at the passion of the kiss. Even when she pulled back, he blinked in pure confusion, “And I need you right now. So let’s go, we can worry about him later.” Apparently the Reinha had enjoyed the punch to the face that Nathaniel had received a little more than Jason had expected as he was lead from the on-call to her office. The remaining tension that Jason had experienced was drained away a short time later. The evidence of why was strewn about the office. The most noticeable was the half-cleared desk and the two lovers practically in the nude save for a few articles of clothing. Jason's own nudity was covered by Emily who was lounging comfortably on his lap. Echoing Emily's groan, Jason leaned his head back to rest it on the back of his chair as the phone rang. “Have a pleasant nap? Now, I might consider letting you out if you say ‘pretty please’ and apologise for calling me a whore...” Placed on speakerphone, Jason looked to the ceiling as he listened for the voice on the other end. "Yes, Emilia, I slept wonderfully. Thank you for asking." The sarcasm that soaked the man's words prompted Jason to roll his head forward to lean a bit toward the phone. "I'm terribly sorry for outing you as a whore in such a public place as the hall, where people could have heard.. would you pretty please ever forgive me? Promise I'll be good from now on." "I don't have to be in the same room to smell your bullshit." The Ulfric's eyes had narrowed at the phone. As far as he was concerned it was not an apology at all and still hinted that Emily was something that she was from ever being, "Why don't you try to apologize again." |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Feb 25 2009, 09:19 AM Post #12 |
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The cougar had happily cuddled back up to Jason once she’d put the speakerphone on and had spoken to the person on the other end. She was feeling quite relaxed now and less concerned about the accidental run-in since it meant that everything was out in the open and she didn’t have to feel like she was keeping secrets anymore. There was nothing worse in her opinion that having to keep something from Jason – it was perhaps more the five years of trust they’d built up that made her feel awful about it, but the fact that they were a couple as well, had only made things even more awkward. But it was out in the open now; Emilia didn’t have to concern herself about whether the pack knew about Nathaniel or not anymore. "Yes, Emilia, I slept wonderfully. Thank you for asking." Emi smirked at the obvious sarcasm in his voice. "I'm terribly sorry for outing you as a whore in such a public place as the hall, where people could have heard.. would you pretty please ever forgive me? Promise I'll be good from now on." That was not an apology, though before Emi could say anything the man whose lap she was currently occupying spoke up and she chuckled with a small grin, "I don't have to be in the same room to smell your bullshit ... Why don't you try to apologize again." Leaning back toward the phone, Emi sighed dramatically before she spoke rather cheerfully considering the other wolf had pretty much still called her a whore, “I certainly hope you enjoy your stay there Nathaniel, I hear that room gets rather chilly at night. I will not be in until tomorrow lunch once I finish my shift, but I will make sure no one disturbs you...” She paused for a moment before reaching her finger over the phone, as though remembering something before smirking, “I should probably remind you that there was rendering done to that side of the building the other week as well... bonne nuit!” Jabbing the button to hang up on the wolf, Emi grinned wickedly with a small chuckle before returning her attention to Jason as she relaxed against him once again and gave him a small kiss. Perhaps twenty seconds later her phone rang again, and she reached out to put the speakerphone on once more, though this time remained silent as she cuddled against the Ulfric and awaited the proper apology. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Feb 26 2009, 10:21 PM Post #13 |
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"I don't have to be in the same room to smell your bullshit. Why don't you try to apologize again." Now he remembered why he'd been so insistent on insulting her; that one irritated male voice being enough to remind him. He cringed at the sound of it; she'd had him on speaker.. Nathaniel could've guessed as much. The distance of the voices from the other end - how could he not have realized? It was a very unprofessional mistake, not that this was any kind of job. He wouldn't have done it, but then Emilia proceeded to mention how she wouldn't be back until tomorrow at lunch..he'd almost thrown the phone as she added the thing about the rendering the side of the building. He had forgotten; so that was one of the three options gone. All that was left was climbing out through the vents, which he refused to do, and.. something which made him feel just as reluctant, if not more. She hung up her phone, and he took about ten or fifteen seconds just to cuss and swear a while. Both she and the thing with her wanted him to apologize what they considered 'properly', before coming to let him out. And then they would proceed with trying to get him to join the pack. Or even to kill him; whichever came first. Inhaling very deeply force himself calm, he pressed the redial button on his phone, deciding that it was time to put on a bit of an act for Emilia and her boyfriend. Although he did this all the time, Emi was one of the few people he could act naturally around (at least part of the time) and the fact that she was forcing him into this was irritating. She knew he'd never apologize and mean it to her, but obviously just hearing him say the words was enough for the cougar. It'd taken him a moment, and he made sure to put that slight sound of defeat into his tone when he finally did speak. "Fine. You win. I'm sorry. Now will you - 'pretty please' - let me out?" If she didn't realize that this was the best apology that she'd be getting, he'd much rather take his chances with the wall. |
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| Jason Young | Feb 27 2009, 02:21 PM Post #14 |
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With Emily in his lap, Jason felt rather content even though he was sitting stark naked in the office of a hospital. At least the door was locked this time. Locks seemed to be a handy, yet greatly underestimated device when it came to their sex-capades. The incident earlier marked the second time that they had been interrupted by someone walking in on them at the hospital. Both times seemed to have also involved someone not too thrilled by Jason's presence. Funny that... Refraining from a sigh, Jason merely leaned back in the office chair and listened as Emily pretty much explain to Nathan that he was fairly screwed and trapped in the room. It was amusing to hear she had the upper hand since the other wolf had taken it upon himself to try and insult her. Served him right after all and to be honest, Jason did not expect much of an apology from the male -- even as Emi gave him the bad news about that part of the building before hanging up. With Emily's attention back on him, he met her gaze with a smirk on his face. He was about to ask if she thought it would do any good when the phone suddenly rang a second time before it was placed on speakerphone. "Fine. You win. I'm sorry. Now will you - 'pretty please' - let me out?" An eyebrow was raised as Jason cast a glance to Emi once more, "A little more convincing, even though I still think you're lying through your teeth." He shrugged at Emily, it would entirely be her call on whether or not the apology would suffice. However, Jason's thoughts now turned toward what to do with the wayward wolf in the other room. There must have been a reason why he did not want to join a Pack. Though the question was, did Jason really want to know? |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Feb 28 2009, 01:52 AM Post #15 |
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"Fine. You win. I'm sorry. Now will you - 'pretty please' - let me out?" A brilliant smile lit up Emi’s features as she heard Nathaniel’s – albeit insincere – plea of apology through the speaker. Even if he didn’t mean it, and she knew that he didn’t, it was still rather pleasant and amusing to have even got him to say the words in the first place. A part of the woman was tempted to continued and ask him to say ‘with a cherry on top’, but she knew he’d probably throw a tantrum and take his chances on jumping out the window, three storeys high or not, rather than pander to her childish games any more than he had already. "A little more convincing, even though I still think you're lying through your teeth." Emi chuckled lightly, but she spoke back to the other doctor through the phone, “Alright Nathaniel, we will come and get you. Be there in five to ten minutes.” She didn’t go into details before hanging up again – he was a smart lad and if he remembered what he’d walked in on then he’d figure out just why they’d need a few minutes before heading back to the on-call room. If he wasn’t smart enough... well, he’d find out soon enough thanks to wonderful lycanthropic senses. With a quick kiss to the wolf whose lap she was sitting on, Emi pulled herself up to stand so that they could both get dressed. “Nate is just... well, Nate. He will never sincerely apologise to anyone, ever. I am used to his shit so I generally ignore it when he starts,” She paused a moment before shrugging with a small smirk as she continued making herself presentable again, “Or else I just find a way to piss him off right back.” Once both were dressed, the cougar led the way back to the room where they’d left Nathaniel, not particularly in any hurry, but not intentionally taking her time either. Upon reaching the door, she whipped out the keys and unlocked and opened it, smirking inside as she folded her arms across her chest and purposely remained standing in the doorway, effectively still blocking Nate’s exit for the moment, “So, now that we are all civil and not sober, I will attempt introductions again... Jason, this is Nathaniel Thyne, a fellow resident doctor here at the hospital... Nathaniel, this is Jason Young, my boyfriend, and the Ulfric of the local wolves.” Raising an eyebrow, Emi released a deep breath, “Its about time you met...” Far as she was concerned it was long overdue. But there had to be a reason why Nate avoided joining a pack, apart from his other work and tendencies which he hid well enough anyway. She couldn’t see him being afraid of it... at least she didn’t think so. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Mar 8 2009, 03:34 PM Post #16 |
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"A little more convincing, even though I still think you're lying through your teeth." He had to, quite literally, bite his tongue to stop any snide remarks from being blurted out. Well no fucking shit he was lying - maybe not through his teeth.. but if this Ulfric thought that he could blackmail a sincere apology out of Nathaniel, he was surely in for a surprise. Although he knew that.. chances were, he'd likely be roped into joining the pack one way or another in the near future, he was not going down without a fight. Given that the wolf spent quite a bit of his time in the hospital in the on-call room, when.. on call, he had made sure long ago to have the room ready and well equipped for certain situations such as these. You could never really be too careful in a hospital that catered to not only lycanthropes, but the occasional fae or very rarely, even vampire; just a few months before his own 'disappearance' a vampire had broken in on a rampage, just to bust somebody out of the psych. ward. After opening up a loose floorboard (how amazingly cliched, yes - but it was still effective) and unlocking the small box inside, by the time he heard the familiar sound of keys jingling by the door he was already equipped with a gun, and two small knives. If all went well, then Nate would have no need to use any of the weapons; especially not within the hospital. However if things turned ugly.. despite being able to handle himself perfectly well unarmed, it'd still make him feel just that little bit better to have some kind of advantage over the other wolf. The thought had ocurred to him briefly that Emilia's boyfriend might also have some kind of weapon; but he'd cross that bridge if he came to it. He was standing by the wall when they came in - not far from the door. He hadn't been planning to merely rush the two the moment they stepped in, to try and make an escape, however tempting the idea may have sounded.. It wasn't that he was exactly scared of joining a pack (though subconcsiously this probably did play a part in his reluctance), but a mixture of things that made him so intent on staying free. Maybe that was it. He viewed himself, currently, as free - and joining a pack would take away that freedom? Or maybe it was the fact that joining a pack implied following their rules, order, etc. under the penalty of death. All of these things contributed to how much he did not want to be part of the Parisian pack. He narrowed his eyes a small fraction as Emi spoke. For whatever reason, the very sight of her irritated him right now. In his mind this encounter was entirely her fault; she was already the leader of the cougars, why did she have to be dating the (so to speak) top dog too? "Right.. as much as I'd just love to get acquainted with Jason here, I still have a few things to do before being entirely free to do so.." It was true; although not too much, there was a little bit of paperwork that he had to do relating to the incident with that one patient earlier that day. "However, I'm sure we can speak later, on certain topics of importance." In other words, 'Let's not have any kind of pissing contest here in the hospital. We can make all kinds of a scene once we're outside, and away from prying eyes.' There were too many people standing just meters from the door to the oncall room that could eavesdrop on the conversation quite easily if they were to have any inclination to do so. And there were some pretty bad gossips, at the Golden Gallileo. There was no doubt in Nathaniel's mind that in just a day or two rumors of some kind of love triangle would be flying around, until both he and Emi could do the needed damage control to kill them.. Assuming he was still in the country by then. Or even alive, for that matter. |
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| Jason Young | Mar 8 2009, 03:49 PM Post #17 |
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“Alright Nathaniel, we will come and get you. Be there in five to ten minutes.” Well it seemed that the apology, despite how insincere, was good enough for Emilia. Jason was not about to protest her decision since they really could not keep the other wolf locked up in the on-call room all day. Though given how rude Nathaniel was to her, it was still a pleasant thought to consider. If only the sting of the punch would last longer, but no doubt that had worn off long ago. As Emily slipped off his lap, Jason shrugged a little at her explaination of the the man while also standing, "I can't expect miracles then, I guess." It took a moment to search for all of his clothes, get dressed and look decent once more. Once upon a time he would have been a little more nervous about having sex in her office simply because he was never that spontaneous. But five years with the queen of spontaneity had certainly changed that. Now he thought nothing of it, until recently after being interrupted twice. Once the On-Call room was unlocked and both inside, Jason watched the other wolf with a neutral expression while introductions were made. He was looking for some sort of reaction to the announcement that he was the Ulfric -- attempting to gauge why the other man was rogue after all and had made no move to contact the Pack. "Right.. as much as I'd just love to get acquainted with Jason here, I still have a few things to do before being entirely free to do so... However, I'm sure we can speak later, on certain topics of importance." "There's no time like the present." Came Jason's response with a brow raised, "You have not made a point to announce your presence in Paris to the Pack, so I have no reason to believe you would find me later to talk to me. So, I think now is a good time." |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Mar 8 2009, 06:11 PM Post #18 |
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Emi was well aware of the look that Nathaniel was giving her as she opened the door, but he could be as pissy with her as he liked. She could care less now that she was off the hook – and if he wanted to be a chicken and try to avoid the pack then he could deal with the consequences as far as she was concerned. "Right.. as much as I'd just love to get acquainted with Jason here, I still have a few things to do before being entirely free to do so.." It was a lie. Emi and a few of the nurses had already taken care of his duties. "However, I'm sure we can speak later, on certain topics of importance." The cougar didn’t believe for a moment that Nathaniel was going to stick around and talk about things if he was allowed to go and do whatever. In fact she was pretty damn certain that he’d try to make a run for it – be it from the city or even the country. “You are such a pussy.” She couldn’t stop the sentence before it left her mouth, though a moment later she couldn’t have cared less. Nathaniel was being a chicken and it was really lowering what little opinion she had of him. How... saddening. "There's no time like the present... have not made a point to announce your presence in Paris to the Pack, so I have no reason to believe you would find me later to talk to me. So, I think now is a good time." Emi’s features then took on a bright sunny smile which she directed right at Nate, no doubt earning her the kind of look that could probably kill if she cared enough. “Also, all your work has already been covered by myself or other staff members since you are supposed to be recovering. That means you really are quite free to talk. So...” Still the dazzling smile remained planted on her lips, “You can either do it right here where people will be listening in, or we can go to the staff break room and get something to eat while you talk things over. No doubt you are feeling quite hungry by now, Nate.” There really was no quick or quiet way out for the wolf... and Emi loved it. Edited by Emilia Deveraux, Mar 8 2009, 06:11 PM.
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Mar 9 2009, 02:43 PM Post #19 |
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No time like the present.. how true that was. Life was too short, and all that other bullshit, to be wasted taking orders from some wolf with a superiority complex. Apparently they would have nothing of his excuses. There would be avoiding or even putting off the issue.. it would be dealt with now, whether Nathaniel liked it or not. Emilia's comment was brushed off just like all the other insults she'd spit out at him from time to time, usually in response to his own, but if he couldn't take being called a pussy, how the hell would he ever handle half of the jobs that he took? He'd gotten sworn at, yelled at and attacked plenty of times in his lifetime, a fact which Emi no doubt already knew quite well. However, unlike the insult, her smile managed to get to him. That was it. Enough of the act. He didn't care if the Ulfric caught a glimpse of his real persona. If he really wanted a confrontation so soon, perhaps it was best for the other male to have a look at what exactly he'd be dealing with. Dropping the facade almost entirely, emotion and almost even color seemed to drain from the wolf's features. He stared at Emi with what could be described as an empty (if not bored) expression; not really leaning toward any one thing such as contempt, irritation or even anger, but it was just... disturbing. Enough to put somebody squeamish at unease, at the least. "I didn't feel the need to waste my time with your pack," he said honestly, gaze drifting midsentence from Emilia to Jason. The words weren't meant to be spiteful, he was just stating fact. He may as well have been telling them he enjoyed vanilla more then chocolate, as the words held just about as much importance. ".. However, the staff room does seem a more appropriate place to speak. I'll lead the way." On normal circumstances he might have merely followed the two to the room; but leading them would prove that he wouldn't just go running. Emi would know if he was going in the wrong direction, but either way, he had no intention of fleeing.. it was too late for that. To run would be to embrace a new identity, if he wanted to stay in Paris. Possibly even a new appearance, and even that might not be enough. Unlike the last time a pack had grown aware of his existence, he couldn't just up and go. This time, there was too much to lose. Ignoring how surprisingly trigger happy he was feeling, he pushed past the duo and out into the hall, walking in the direction of the staff room. Upon his arrival he didn't bother with food, assuming he wasn't going to be dragged out of the hospital in a body bag, he'd just go down to either the cafeteria or a local store later on to get something to eat. "What now, then?" He asked once the Ulfric entered they room. "I didn't announce myself to the pack in the several months that I've been in Paris, nor would I have any time in the near or distant future." Pausing, he inhaled softly, "What do you plan to do about it?" Given that he knew nothing of the other wolf aside from the fact that he was dating Emi, he made sure to be prepared for any kind of attack.. just in case. |
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| Jason Young | Mar 11 2009, 12:00 PM Post #20 |
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There was a small hint of satisfaction on Jason's face when Emily revealed that all of the work that the other wolf supposedly had to do was already taken care of. It seemed as if any excuse was being snuffed out as quickly as Nathan made them. While Jason was not entirely certain what he would do yet, at least he knew that it would be settled here and now. Rather than having to worry about a rogue wolf trying to elude him after this encounter. "I didn't feel the need to waste my time with your pack." Jason's head tilted to one side with a brow lifted, as if to say 'is that so?' But he remained quiet still, letting the man continue to at least agree with Emi's suggestion for food before Nathaniel led them to the staff room, though not before pushing his way past. Jason continued to keep silent though, sparing Emi only a glance before they both had stepped inside. "What now, then? I didn't announce myself to the pack in the several months that I've been in Paris, nor would I have any time in the near or distant future. What do you plan to do about it?" "What would you expect me to do about it?" Jason asked simply while peering curiously at Nathaniel, "You may not feel the need to waste your time with me or the Pack, but unfortunately I do have to waste my time with you." There was no heat to his voice, keeping himself calm while he spoke plainly to the other werewolf, "Regardless of whether or not your consider anyone but yourself, I do and so your presence in Paris is my business." This was the part of being Ulfric that Jason did not look forward to, though up until now he had managed to get by without having to get 'tough' with anyone, "How about you explain to me why it is such a waste of your time... I believe there is more than you're letting on." |
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