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Post by Cookie <3 on Feb 19, 2013 21:45:19 GMT -5
"This is far enough, thank you," the young woman chirped from the back of the taxi. The red-top cab pulled up to the curb in the bustling Downtown of Boston. The girl slapped a wad of bills into the driver's hand before hastily exiting the vehicle.
Boston.
Micki gulped. "Where do I start?"
It definitely was not her hometown; this was the furthest thing for Cody as she could imagine. Wide, open grassland and plateaus were traded in for towering skyscrapers and city lights. A place of metal and people. She let out an unladylike snort; this was not her clear, mountain air. But the plethora of smells hooked her wild half. The beast was jittery beneath her skin. Her grip tightened on her purse as she shuffled towards a defensible place on the sidewalk. Away from the road and with just enough breathing room to be out of the proverbial herd.
And oddly enough, despite the amount of people, there was an underly current of something different. Something familiar. A shiver chased up her spine, but the girl did not know what to make of it. Out of her element and thrown into an entirely different environment, she was hesitant to make her first move. Flying out here on her own was a big enough decision as it was. But getting around this massive city?
How am I supposed to find my way through all this? she thought with a frown. She didn't have the faintest idea. Completely out of her element, she was almost afraid to proceed. But within, she could feel her beast rumble and press in close. Cautious and curious. It's willingness to explore urged her on. Eager to learn and experience new things, the girl graciously gave into the beast's giddy persistence. But not now, she reminded herself. Here was not the place to let herself go.
"… I'll just have to find my own way," Micki muttered.
If only there weren't so many people…
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Post by Draco on Feb 19, 2013 22:29:58 GMT -5
It was another day and Boston seemed like it was every day, the buzz of cars and people mumbling was heavy in the air. It was like nothing Draco had seen before when he lived out in Alaska, but he decided to leave that place in order to pursue his dream to become a marine biologist and learn more about the creatures of the sea...besides he had a rather unique connection to it because of his mother's side.
According to his mother her ancestors (including herself) where gifted by nature, thus they could take on the form of a great creature that lurked in the waters back home. A long time ago that was a gift to brag about but during these times it was more of a nuisance.
He had to be sharp minded if he wished to keep his 'other' side content and under control. At least all the people around him kept the animal inside him in it's place.
"… I'll just have to find my own way,"
He just continued on his way trying not to care because lost people weren't his business...but that mannerly thing in him prevented him from doing so so his pace started to slow down till he was right next to the woman. Pale blue eyes shifted in her direction from beneath his glasses as he looked at her before asking.
"I'm guessing you're new here aren't you"
His voice was calm and clear, like the kind of voice anyone would expect from a science oriented guy.
She didn't look as if she was from here, not to mention she smelled a bit funny...like if she wasn't human.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 19, 2013 23:08:29 GMT -5
People suck.
This is a fundamental fact of life and one that Silas lives by in all aspects of his life. He has to work with people though, but even then he doesn’t have to be civil most of the time. He’s a fucking awesome surgeon, he isn’t shy of that, so he doesn’t have to have the best bedside manner. That’s about as much of interacting with other people Silas can stand.
When he walks home, he has his head down, eyes on the sidewalk. His briefcase is hanging at his side, and he’s used to this, the way random people brush up against him as they walk past. There’s just far too many people for him to not get brushed up against. That doesn’t mean he likes it. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t set his jaw and growl at each moment of contact. He has to repress the desire to yell and put someone on their ass for touching him.
Needless to say, Silas is wound pretty tightly by the time he gets to where Draco and Micki are talking on the sidewalk.
What does not help, at all, is Silas catching the scent of another werewolf and losing his concentration on the sidewalk in front of him for half a second. He’s used to smelling werewolf. Boston is crawling with them. Silas isn’t in the pack, but he knows most of the scents of the pack’s members…and he knows most of the scents of the loners too. It pays to know if there’s anyone around that might be willing and capable of ripping you apart.
This scent isn’t one he knows, and the sheer foreignness of it causes him to falter in his step, for a split second…long enough for the surgeon to trip over a slight rise in the sidewalk and send himself sprawling out on the pavement with a growl of “Fuck!”…causing everyone to scatter around him. Silas commands a foot of space on either side of him as he lays face down on the sidewalk, body trembling with anger.
This is shaping up to be the best day ever.
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Post by Cookie <3 on Feb 20, 2013 0:08:46 GMT -5
The amount of city smells assaults her nose and fogs up her senses. It would take some time for her to get accustomed to the volume of scents Boston had. Why are there some many people here? Micki grumbles under her breath as another stranger rudely bumps into her. She huffs. This is ridiculous. Clutching her purse tighter, the werewolf narrows her gaze at anyone who even attempts to run into her. One would think that with all the room on this planet, people would be able to walk around without colliding into each other. But not here. Not in the big cities. Another reason why I should have stayed in Wyoming…
"I'm guessing you're new here aren't you."
The voice came out of nowhere. Micki squeaks, jumping slightly. The young woman turns and looks up… and up and up. Woah. The man towers over her in the jostling, Boston crowd. But for a moment, she pays the rest of the world no mind. The sea of passerby's seem to part around the colossal man, parting around him almost on instinct.
The girl nods quietly. "Y-Yeah. I recently got into town," she begins. There is a nervous lilt in her tone, and her beast edges closer. "I'm Micki. Pleasure to meet you." She does not extend her hand, but still smiles nonetheless. Touching is much too personal for the young werewolf. Especially for someone she just met.
Her nose twitches. There is an odd odor about him. Something she cannot quite place. It is foreign to the werewolf, and she rubs her nose to try to hide the near constant testing of the stranger's scent. But whether it was his scent or the mixture of aromas that made up the city, Micki could not quite discern the difference. But that was a mystery she could probably save for another day. Not when there was still so much to see. She was burning daylight. Not like she had anywhere to go. But still, it was the principle of the matter!
However, for a moment, the girl pauses. Maybe he might know…
"Fuck!"
And there goes that train of thought.
Sidewalk-goers part and move like waves around the hapless person lying face down on the cement. Perhaps they are accustomed to these sorts of things. For a moment, Micki is impressed by the bizarre sight. But eventually, it is the man in the center of the ring that draws her attention. Steals it away from the stranger in her vicinity.
"Do you think he's okay?" she mumbles, peeking up at the dark-haired giant.
It did look pretty painful. Still, curiosity got the better of her. Her beast rumbles just below the surface. Presses a warning against the background of her thoughts, but she pays it no mind. And, for a second, there seems to be a nearly recognizable scent surrounding the fallen man before it is washed away by the cloud of human odors. She lets out a soft snort, trying to clear her senses.
"Are you all right?" Micki asks gently. "That was a pretty nasty fall…"
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Post by Draco on Feb 20, 2013 20:11:32 GMT -5
The moment he spoke the girl squeaked and jumped slightly as she looked at him, no doubt she was terrified at seeing such a tall man just walk up to her and just ask a random question.
"Y-Yeah. I recently got into town,"
The nervousness in her voice is apparent but Draco decides that it's a normal reaction to being approached when you where new to Boston. Draco was quite an oddball when he had arrived here, if anything he was seen as a huge nerd and a weirdo.
"I'm Micki. Pleasure to meet you."
"I'm Draco, nice to meet you too"
He spoke in a tone that despite seeming monotone held a hint of kindness, after all underneath the creepy tall guy air he ad around him he was a big...softie. But he never even dared to let that side of him show, at least not most of it.
However before he could ask her if she needed any help with getting around a loud thump of something hitting the ground comes from behind them.
“Fuck!”
"Do you think he's okay?"
"I'm not sure..."
All Draco does is slightly tilt his head to the side to see a fallen man, by the way he was dressed it was obvious that he was some sort of higher class worker.
Well whatever he was tripping on the sidewalk and going face straight to the concrete like a pancake was comedic, if anything Draco was doing a good job in keeping his face straight.
"Sir are you ok?"
Draco asked as he stayed in his place, raising a brow at the fallen man who remained splat on the concrete...well this wasn't something he got to see every day.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 20, 2013 22:36:43 GMT -5
It’s probably a good thing Silas is face down at the moment, because his face is currently cycling through emotions like a crazy person, and he doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or punch someone or just curl up into a ball and quietly disappear. What he decides on, is to just lay there, seething in anger for a minute. His entire body is trembling with anger.
It’s irrational, he knows, to be angry at the people inquiring about his wellbeing, but Silas is a master deflector and blaming other people for his problems is usually the way he goes…because who the hell else is he going to blame for falling and landing face first on the pavement. To his credit, Silas doesn’t flip around and punch someone for his trouble.
Instead of punching someone, Silas just snarls. “I’m fine.” And gets up before anyone can fucking touch him, because then there would be no way he would be able to keep himself from punching someone then. When he stands up, though he’s trembling with anger, he calmly stands there and brushes the dirt off of his suit, straightening it before making sure that he didn’t injure his face falling on the cement.
It takes Silas a second before he turns on them, clear accusation in his eyes, even if he isn’t growling at them anymore. He knows how irrational it is to blame either of these people for his issues, so instead of blaming them for this, he eyes the woman, gaze hard for a moment. He thinks that switching the topic from his failure to the fact that this woman is an unknown werewolf in a city where a known werewolf pack has taken up residence.
His eyes flicker to the man for a second and the doctor’s nose wrinkles in distaste for a moment. Why the fuck does this guy smell like fish? For a moment, Silas just blinks at him. He’s never met a fish shifter before. What the hell use is being able to shift into a fish? He’s really fucking curious about this, but the more immediate threat is the unknown werewolf. She doesn’t look like much of a threat. Silas is pretty sure he can break her in half as easy as breathing, but because she’s a wolf, she’s inherently dangerous.
So, the surgeon locks the woman with a steely gaze, ignoring the man for a moment and growls at her, his chest rumbling with the words. “What are you doing here?” This should be enough for her to know that he knows what she is, because there’s certainly no way he can know who she is.
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Post by Cookie <3 on Feb 21, 2013 23:04:00 GMT -5
The girl was everything out of her element. Out of her territory. Out of her comfort zone. And while she enjoyed meeting others, there was a strange sense of uncertainty weaving its way through her veins. Nervousness skittered through her core and across her skin at the introduction from the towering man, to the hapless stranger still lying face down on the pavement. One thing was obvious - Boston was not Cody.
Even still, Micki stepped back as the prone man eventually got to his feet. The girl frowns. What a grouch! Expression pinched and nose wrinkled, she can already tell that he is going to be a total pain.
Whatever goes on between Draco and the stranger, Micki seems to barely pay attention. She snorts, trying to clear her nose. There's no place like home.
But it as he turns towards her, his scent catching in her nose, that Micki visibly stiffens. Werewolf. Ramrod straight and tense, the girl bites the inside of her cheek. So soon? She had thought it would take a little longer for her to come across someone like herself. Green eyes drift down to her sneakers. She does not dare to look the man in the eyes. And the urge to shrink under his stare is enough to make her other half cower in the corner of her being.
The rumble in his speech steals a yelp from her throat. Tiny and short and weak. Micki fumbles her hands, not quite sure what to do.
"I-I visiting… I guess?" Because she is not quite sure what she's doing in Boston. Is it to stay? Is it to explore? Or whether it is just something to pass the time The young woman wasn't quite sure herself. Still, she snatches a glance at the man. Taller than her, dark hair, and looking like someone from corporate - briefcase and all - he makes an imposing sight. Ill-tempered and unpredictable.
Nevertheless, she cautiously leans forward, hand cupped around her mouth. Green eyes dart between Draco and the other werewolf. "A-Are you sure this is the… appropriate place to have this conversation?"
It's a valid question.
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Post by Draco on Feb 23, 2013 21:47:23 GMT -5
He felt a bit awkward, the glances and the fact that he was making the girl feel uncomfortable made him feel quite awkward...was he really that tall?
Anyways back to the current situation...
The man who had fallen face down on the pavement had started to rise, a bit of uneasiness crawled into his mind as the obvious scent of 'non-human' was well on him. He smelled canine, much like the girl who had come from somewhere else.
However the most prominent thing on this man was his expression, no doubt he was a big grouch. The marine biologist scowled a bit at this. Oh great now he was paying the price for just saying a simple hello to a total stranger...why must all these things happen to him he though in an almost whiny voice.
She notices how the girl stiffens and observes quietly, prepared for some sort of attack from this stranger. He begins to question her and the more he begins to notice...
The canine smell...Werewolves?
"A-Are you sure this is the… appropriate place to have this conversation?"
He took note of how nervous she looked and the biologist couldn't help but to feel sorry for her, god he should really stop feeling so sorry for people.
“I believe she's right sir...unless you wish to get caught for what 'you' are”
He spoke with a stern voice filled with concern, the last either of them needed was to make a scene so he offered.
“If you wish to speak I'm heading to my lab It's empty at these times...”
He lifted his glasses to fit snugly back on his nose and then looked at them both, awaiting for some sort of answer. He wouldn't speak anymore because he already felt too awkward now that he was surrounded by people.
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Post by Zephyr on Feb 25, 2013 0:16:13 GMT -5
For the moment, Silas ignores the fish man. He might be super tall, but something like height has never intimidated Silas before, and it isn’t going to start to now, and how much danger can a fish shifter be, really? There’s no water around. No. The more immediate threat is the werewolf girl. He can’t help but feel a little sorry for her, lost and alone. She probably doesn’t know she’s smack in the middle of one of the most dangerous packs in the country.
Fucking great.
The doctor doesn’t have the luxury of being able to feel sorry for her, not when Sabra or Logan or any one of the enforcers would kill her as soon as look at her if she so much as steps a fucking toe out of line. Silas bristles at her response. She’s so innocent, it almost makes him sick that she decided to come here of all places. Snarling, he tightens his grip on the briefcase, her last words causing him to whip green-brown eyes towards her.
She’s right, Silas knows she is. He’s just used to everyone and his mother being in on the fucking ‘secret’, and he’s about ready to growl out a no to her question, just to spite her and be argumentative when the fish man speaks up. The wolf’s gaze bores into him now, and he’s bristling with the presumption and threat inherent in that simple statement, even if he knows that they’re moth making the most sense out of the three of them. Silas is just so ready to butt heads with everyone and disagree with everything being said.
Sometimes he just has to put his pride aside, and this is one of those times. He’s about to suggest they go back to his apartment when the man speaks again and Silas regards him with a cool wariness. Paranoia is second nature as a werewolf, and it’s easy to be paranoid of anything that isn’t familiar, and for all the other werewolf is a stranger, she’s still a wolf, and that common curse makes her pack in the broadest sense of the word…even if Silas doesn’t associate himself with the pack, there’s no way the wolf will let him stop feeling kinship with others.
He looks back and forth between the two of them, looking for sure like he’d going to tell the shifter to fuck off because this is wolf business and he shouldn’t be fucking meddling, but he knows that sometimes a softer approach is called for. The last thing he wants to do is scare this girl off by being rude to her friend. If he scares her off, he might not get her back, and even if he doesn’t admit it to himself, he really wants to help her. Otherwise he’d throw her to the wolves, quite literally.
Grunting lightly, the surgeon turns to look the shifter over again and snorts lightly. “Fine. Good. Let’s go then.” He looks back at the girl, his gaze going marginally softer. “We have to talk.”
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Post by Cookie <3 on Feb 25, 2013 22:33:13 GMT -5
It was such an… interesting turn of events. To put it mildly.
Uneasy, but the sparkle of intrigue alighted in the girl's chest. Another werewolf! So soon after getting into the city. Her beast gave a gentle whine that chittered through her veins.
Even still, green eyes stole cursory glances at the dark-haired werewolf - only to catch him staring back. The girl squeaked, cringing into herself. Why… why was he so angry? She was just asking. And she was right! In the middle of the city, surrounded by people, this was not the best place to have this discussion. Her stomach twisted nervously. Still - she thought, taking small shuffling steps towards Draco - I don't want to get bit. Shoulders hunched and hands balled against her chest, the young woman felt tiny compared to the other werewolf. Harmless. Warned.
Draco's suggestion washed away some of the worry.
Yes. It would be best to talk elsewhere. Out of earshot of what seemed to be normal people. Or was Boston different than what she was used to? Did the people here know about werewolves and other creatures? Somehow, Micki doubted that. But still, she did not want to take the risk. It was better to talk in the safety of someplace more secluded.
Micki nodded quietly. She did not trust herself to speak. At least, not at that very moment. A chill was working its way up her spine. She rubbed her arms, trying to suppress the sense of tension.
At the other werewolf's grumbling acceptance of the offer, Micki shambled a little closer to Draco. There was a brief moment where she attempts to grip a bit of fabric of his coat. To cling to - a safety net - if he allows it. And while he was just as much a stranger to the young werewolf as the other man, he was the least threatening. He did not smell like a werewolf - his odor brought to mind the scent of an aquarium; she would take time to sort this out later - but she would take her chances. Out of the two men present, her beast seemed to feel the most at ease around Draco.
He hadn't snarled at it.
Still, Micki nodded to Draco.
"I-I'll follow you," she mutters. "Please l-lead the way?"
A whine slips through her lips at the other werewolf's comment. What could he possibly want to talk about? She had an obvious guess. But still-!
The girl shivers and mumbles, "O-okay."
What a fine mess...
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