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| Oh where oh where can I find a pack?; Open! | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 17 2008, 11:51 AM (107 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Dec 17 2008, 11:51 AM Post #1 |
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Where were they? Where were her people? The lycanthropes that shared her animal type were nowhere to be found. She wanted to be a part of her people, a part of a pack. But first she had to find one. She walked into the bar and sat down at a table. She ordered her favorite; a cosmopolitan. Her dad had always laughed and called it a “white girl drink.” She agreed but it tasted good. The tinge of alcohol on her tongue made her slightly ill but the Cosmo hid the taste enough that she could get drunk without tasting the alcohol. She wondered if the other lycanthropes in the bar could smell her nerves. She wondered if they could smell her hyena and smell her fear at being around more than one other lycanthrope. She’d never been around any other lycanthropes other than herself and the one who had attacked her. She shook her head and looked around. Anyone who had walked in off the street and hadn't know who ran this bar would think that it was any french pub. She thought it would probably look as strange to anyone who looked inside that such tough people were in a bar called the Legless Frog. She couldn't help herself. She laughed. She probably looked silly but anyone who knew she was a hyena wouldn't have been surprised. She giggled under her breath as she drank her cosmo. She looked around and waited for someone to approach her. She shook her head. This was silly! Even for a hyena. She had dressed up to the max, her chest spilling out of an orange blouse, her hair running over her pale heavily made up face. Sure she'd get attention tonight but not the kind she was looking for, not the pack kind. She looked at her reflection in her drink and moved a piece of hair out of her face. "Here's to hoping and wishing for a place to belong," she crooned as she finished her cosmo and waved her hand to the waiter to order another. |
 
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| Jocelyn | Dec 17 2008, 02:19 PM Post #2 |
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Joss's eyebrow cocked up as she served the drinks at a table of businessment to the giggling girl at the next table. She was sitting all alone and Joss didn't see anything around that would cause the giggle. She placed the last drink on the table and tucked her tray under her arm. Backing away from the table she purposefully passed by the giggling girl, her nostrils flared as she was trying to determine if the girl was already drunk and needed to be cut off. But the minute she smelled the girl she immediatly thought of grey. There were similiar tones to their scent, but there was also similiar tones to the girls scent and that of other wolves. Joss moved back towards the bar, mindlessly wiping off the service area as she tried to process the smell. The girl was obviously a lycan of some sort. But the similiarities between wolf and fox was weird. Her laughter again floated to Joss ears and Joss's mind, ever the one to try and puzzle solve, put a bunch of things together. Hyena! Just as that thought came she saw, out of her peripheral vision, the girls arm go up to wave for service. If she was going to drink that fast, lycan or not, Joss wondered how much giggling would ensue. Joss moved over to the girls table though, tray still tucked under her arm. "Another Cosmo?" Joss asked with a congenial smile plastered on her face. As she stood there she also got the inkling of fear, or anxiousness. Joss couldn't really discern, but the girl was clearly on edge and was perhaps hoping alchohol would take the edge of Joss supposed. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 17 2008, 03:34 PM Post #3 |
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Annabelle looked up with a smile. "Yes, yes, another would be lovely." She paused a few second before she asked her question. She sniffed the air. Sniffing in deeply around the girl in front of her. She didn't smell like anything she'd smelled in Africa but Annabelle knew she was a lycanthrope of some kind. She smelled the similarities and decided that a wolf was the most obvious choice. She was very disappointed. She was hoping for another were-hyena. But of course, it was just her luck. However, she would probably know what was up around the city in the Were-Hyena department. Annabelle had heard that were-creatures kept to themselves and their packs but kept in close touch with the other packs around. She gave the girl her friendliest look and handed her the empty cosmopolitan. "Say," she cooed, "I can smell that you're a wolf." She shook her head, realizing how rude that must have sounded. "I'm sorry. But...Can you point me in the direction of...Well do you know where I could find...a were-hyena pack?" |
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| Jocelyn | Dec 17 2008, 03:47 PM Post #4 |
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Joss took up the glass. Her eyes went wide as the girl blatantly stated out in the open what she was. Joss tried not to make her eyes look around the room. The Legless Frog was usually pretty safe from the recent haters that roamed Paris looking to drag any known lycanthropes into the courts or police to get tagged or worse. Joss stepped back as the girl asked about finding a hyena pack? Wasn't it called a cackle, not a pack. Joss shook her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe this should be your last drink." Joss said suddenly turning and heading back towards the bar. While she waited for the bartender to mix the drink Joss hastily scribbled on a napkin. She placed the napkin under the drink on her tray. Going back to the girls table she placed it on the table, napkin under drink before turning to go check on another table. Written on the napkin: Watch what you say in public places. I don't know local cackle. I'll ask my boss. Not safe to talk now. Joss went about her job almost avoiding the girl for the time being. Trying to act like the offended waitress. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 18 2008, 03:44 AM Post #5 |
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Then she remembered. CACKLE. How stupid of her. But then Hyenas in Africa called themselves a pack, how come...? She shook her head. And she was slightly offended by the wolf. She wasn't drunk she was just friendly. She had no friends in Paris and wanted to make some. She thought it was clear but obviously not. As she took the drink from the waitress, she nodded. "I thought this was a lycanthrope run business," she muttered to no one in particular, "If you can't be open in your own bar, what good is it to come in anyway?" She stirred the drink with her finger. She wanted to cry. She got embarrassed too easily, she knew that but she was trying to make friends after all. She read the napkin and her eyes surveyed the room. She'd gotten out of Africa and hoped that coming to Paris would grant her freedom. Now she realized that if you turned furry once a month, no where was safe from hate. She played with the scar on her chest. Perhaps she should go home, a good book was waiting for her anyway. |
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| Jocelyn | Dec 18 2008, 06:10 AM Post #6 |
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Part of Joss was sorely tempted to strangle the girls next as she turned to leave her and heard what the girl muttered. Having just outed Grey as a lycanthrope for he was known to be the owner of this place. While it was all well and good to speak freely amongst your own kind, more then just lycanthrope came into the bar. And with times the way they were in the city no one blatantly walked around announcing what they were. Nor was it safe to go about announcing what other's were. It just pointed fingers and made you enemies for pointing the finger at others. Joss felt as though there were many eyes upon her. WOndering if there were any of Iveriot's followers tucked within the bar, watching listening. She wasn't going to stick her neck out on the line for this unknown girl but she felt bad for her. She had been in her position not so long ago. Had known no one in town nor who to go to. It tugged at Joss's heart but then it also reminded her that sometimes her soft heart and helping people got HER hurt instead. Joss moved about the room taking orders delivering food and drink as she went. When it was safer and there was less human's in the bar perhaps she'd go back to the girl. Tell her what was what in Paris. But she wasn't going to stick her neck out until the human's had thinned out. Only two tables of them left. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 18 2008, 02:18 PM Post #7 |
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Annabelle caught the girl's scent. Anger, annoyance and embarrassment. Suddenly Annabelle realized what she had done. She was so sorry and she bit her lip, and turned to the man at the table behind her. She was embarrassed. Annoyed at her own stupidity. She thought she was quiet enough when she whispered/muttered what she had said. She wasn't worried that the humans at the tables had known what she had said. She was saddened by the night, saddened by the fact that she hadn't even been hit on that night or even seen a male worth looking at. But that was neither here nor there. She had bigger fish to fry...or to apologize to. "Heey stranger," she said with a smile to the man at the table behind her, "You got a pen?" The smiling man, clearly drunk, handed her a pen. She scribbled on her napkin and sought out the waitress. She stood and walked to the waitress, standing without finishing her drink.. Her eyes were apologetic and dog-like. She hung her head and handed the waitress money for her drinks and the napkin. It read, in her chicken scratch, third-grader writing: Hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to speak about things that aren't appropriate. I've never even seen another lycan let alone be in a room with several of them. I was excited. I'm sorry. I'll go now. "Thanks for the drinks," she muttered, "And dealing with me. I...I'm just going to go." |
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