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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 1, 2023 11:59:35 GMT -5
(I will add after work Welcome Soot!)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 1, 2023 12:46:54 GMT -5
(Gonna write when everyone hops on, but I don’t mind lazzylake .) |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 1, 2023 14:27:32 GMT -5
(Urrgh I'm going to the movies tonight, which is great but also I probably won't be writing my responses until late late. I'll let you all know once I'm ready!)
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 1, 2023 16:08:36 GMT -5
[ I have work so I have to fully reply later- but I don't mind you dropping Javalle in~! ]
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Post by soot on Dec 1, 2023 20:22:10 GMT -5
(Thank you Hawk! I'm excited to start writing! I'll get my starter up sometime later after I've been added! If anyone wants to hop in and say hello in a specific time or place, lemme know!)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 1, 2023 20:42:01 GMT -5
++ Zhenya Metaxas-- Zhenya had already scoped out a quiet corner and approached it at a sedate pace, retrieving a battered Sailor Moon notepad from his jacket as he walked. He sat with his back to the wall and angled toward the nearest entrance but couldn't help sprawling a bit for comfort. Ordinarily it wouldn't be wise to sit in his favorite comfy chair with the warm sun beaming onto him and beckoning toward a much-deserved nap, but he's working so he resists the temptation. Zhenya speaks only after Jack is seated, idly twirling a glittery gel pen as he scans through his notes. "Okay, why don't we start from the beginning. What originally brought you into Griffindale?" He keeps his tone light and expression open so as not to come off as an interrogator. He'd just like background information to fill in the picture he sees before him.
[ Ooh, congrats! ] Alright, that was an easy enough question. He can do this. He can definitely do this. Jack felt himself relax just a bit, sitting down across from the officer. It was odd that he was answering questions in the library, but it did make him feel more at ease than the police station would have with all those scrutinizing eyes. “I’m here looking for work. Wanted to get out of the city, where it’s quieter,” Jack began to explain, “I was staying at the motel while I applied to places until I could get a job.” |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 1, 2023 21:50:16 GMT -5
(Soot your character has been added. Going to take this time to finally make a form for Roger and Darcy)
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Post by soot on Dec 1, 2023 22:44:32 GMT -5
(Thank you! I'll start writing up my starter sometime tonight or in the morning!)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 1, 2023 23:23:35 GMT -5
(Very excited)
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 1, 2023 23:25:05 GMT -5
[ Oh, Teo can definitely be their friend! lazzylake And that makes sense haha~ There is no shame in Anya's game so he'd find Javalle not liking him more amusing than anything ^^" By all means, contribute away! Do you mean in other ways or by Javalle liking Teo and not Anya? Haha thanks! He has absolutely used her catchphrase (and pose) on a criminal before and confused them so thoroughly that they didn't even fight when he handcuffed them. ] |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 1, 2023 23:37:30 GMT -5
(I honestly almost had Jack raise an eyebrow at the notepad lol)
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 1, 2023 23:59:34 GMT -5
++ Zhenya Metaxas-- Zhenya doesn't need to write any of that down. "Hmhm, that lines up~ So, when did you arrive? Were you looking to go into a specific field?" He doesn't have all the info on their latest vic yet, but it couldn't hurt to see if there are any similarities- or perhaps more glaring differences- between them. Hopefully their 'chat' would shed some light on 'why Jack?'. Is he lucky or was he meant to survive? If they wanted a new minion, they wouldn't have left him for the cops to find. Hmmm, Zhenya needs to go over any photos taken of the wounds before they'd been treated. And he needs to speak with whoever found him because it's unlikely that the most recent death was caused by the bastard who left Jack for dead. He doesn't even have all the details yet but it sounds sloppy. Unprofessional. Maybe a grudge? Tch, of course this would happen while he was off duty...
Zhenya puffs out his cheeks while he ponders this, "And while you're at it, tell me about any connections you've made since you've been here."
[ lol, it's where he writes his most important notes! ] |
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Post by soot on Dec 2, 2023 0:08:55 GMT -5
'.- Nola Levington -.'
Nola's had a pretty smooth day, nothing too risky, or even all that worrying. Her day has been.. more annoying than anything, just simple calls she's had to check out, and deal with. Simple stuff, but her senses sometimes go a bit haywire around the full moon. Not all that often, but a mix of tired, and annoyance, plus hungry, doesn't make that particularly smooth to deal with. The woman is leaned forward in her car, arms over the steering wheel as she stares out into space for a moment from where she's parked. Nola has a very, very strong urge to shift, and run for the woods to find prey, scent- track- hunt- prey. But that's not for today, so the werewolf simply pops her car door open, and steps out, nudging it closed behind her. She's on a lunch break, thankfully, especially after skipping breakfast while trying to work out some things for that rogue shifter case.
She's sure Zhenya's got the call for today handled well, as.. interesting as he might be, he's a sharp detective in just about every right. With a glance up, reading the ever familiar sign of Bernie's Diner, the wolf feels her shoulders droop a tad. Nola puts her hands into her pockets as she heads for the door, patting her back pocket to make sure she's got her wallet and phone before nudging her way inside of the diner. The scents hit her instantly. Grease, steak, the sweetness of syrup, and the ever familiar milkshakes that are oh so popular. She's.. not the biggest fan of milkshakes, she'd probably just prefer a coffee.
Slipping her way inside, and giving a small, polite smile to a few people who look her way, she looks around to find a seat.
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 2, 2023 0:10:42 GMT -5
(I'M HERE! Javalle time oh yeah)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 0:13:39 GMT -5
“I came to Griffindale about, maybe two weeks ago? Just looking for anywhere that’s hiring to be honest,” Jack answered, his fingers tapping subtly, yet nervously against his leg as he had to be reminded about the attack. “I haven’t made any sort of connection of anything. I’ll I know is that I was taking a walk in the woods one night and then I woke up from a coma in the hospital.”
He knew he would have to give up more info eventually in this conversation- Jack truly wanted to be compliant with the police- but the longer he could go without divulging into that horrible memory, the better. At least what he could remember of it anyway. His panic attack in the bathroom was not something he wanted to repeat anytime soon.
(Totally not dangling bait for you Hush, not at all (: You too Lazz)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 2, 2023 0:38:19 GMT -5
Javalle stood slightly on edge from his counter as he watched the rather intriguing situation unfold. First, a man hobbling about (with a clearly infected wound may he add, even though it was healing, the scent was still subtly pungent to the were-lynx) accompanied by what seemed to be a chaperone. The pair made their way to a column in the history section mostly obscured to Javalle when they noticed they were being pursued. The were-lynx strained his hearing for any signs that he should intervene, but to his frustration, he could only make out a few muffled words from their conversation. All he needed to know was that the stalking stranger was making the atmosphere quite tense and took the duo along to a secluded area.
"Why haven't they come back yet?"
Javalle wasn't one for confrontation, but situations like these could escalate very quickly. Not willing to take the risk that something could turn deadly (especially not in his beloved library) Javalle rushed out from his counter and flipped his sign to read, "BACK IN 5 MINUTES." His heavy steps made little noise as he flitted from one corner to the next, tracking the wound's scent. Which eventually brought him to a corner a couple aisles away where he could now hear the interrogation take hold. Trying to look as inconspicuous as possible by reorganizing the books on the top shelf, Javalle attempted to figure out the right time to make himself known. If he wouldn't get snuffed out sooner...
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 0:41:57 GMT -5
( lazzylake saying the leg is infected gave me an idea. Like Javalle could have sense an infection before Jack does, I like it) |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 2, 2023 1:05:05 GMT -5
( Hushabye I haven't really figured out how Javalle and Teo's friendship is going to work, but Javalle is much more interested in introverted types of people. Also I did mean that Javalle just has more of a fondess (at least personality-wise) for Teo rather than his twin! Anya is just a wacky short menace I love that for him! Junospower Oh yeah! He can tell Jack's healing factor has kicked in but not fully, but he's definitely concerned. First shifts are rough and internally Javalle's assumed he's looking for answers. Can't wait for him to sneak up to say "hey what you guys doin'?" And get sassy. Sassy and blunt Javalle is something I'm eager to write!) |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 1:11:27 GMT -5
(I can totally see Javalle see Jack starting to panic (because the boy is in hardcore on and off again denial) and be all like “right, time to stop this!” Haha. Of course, probably discretely. Really excited to see what you’ve got!)
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 2, 2023 1:59:13 GMT -5
++ Zhenya Metaxas-- His pen twirling slows, peering up at the man over the rims of his dark glasses. "...That so? Why don't you walk me through the start of your day, then?" He smiles encouragingly. "We don't have to talk about that night, just what led up to it." Delvin was right, but it isn't surprising that someone wouldn't want to return to traumatic memories...Jack isn't not being honest but he's definitely holding something back. After this Zhenya will have to cross reference with whatever he'd told Blackwood and go from there. For now, he has to play nice. No getting blood from a turnip, or however that saying goes. Idly, he finds himself doodling a turnip with shaky lines denoting its nervousness above Jack's name on his notepad. <><><>
++ Zinoviy Metaxas -- There is thinly veiled anger corrupting his brother's soft, lyrical tenor. It roughens the edges of his first, stilted sentences and ends them in a rasp like the remnants of a snarl. Zinoviy hears this before he even registers the words. Zhenya can be very disciplined in manner if he tries, and his pleasant sounding voice naturally follows suit. He has to be very deeply affected to lose the brightness that distracts from shadows lurking within his heart, and the weretiger is clearly Incensed. He still tries valiantly not to let it show. Even to his own brother. Hmph.
Zinoviy plays the voicemail again, this time turning the sound up on his earbud to block out the sounds of passing cars.
"-inconclusive but I'll have more to go on tonight. I will. And I'll fix this, Teo. Or break it. Whichever works best. So don't worry, okay?" His tone softens here, but immediately becomes razor sharp with his next words, "And if it's Kirill, I'll kill him. I'll use his innards as a garrote and make him eat whatever's left of his decaying black heart. If it isn't Kirill, I'll-" There's a sigh and the sound of him restlessly drumming his fingers against the dashboard of whatever car he's 'borrowed'. "-spare you the details. I'm working late so don't wait up. Go home early. If I find out you haven't, I'll soak all of your socks in ice cold water and hide the dryer. Love you, byeee~!"
Oh. Hm. Perhaps he should have listened to this before he left the house...No. Zinoviy is absolutely not cowed by his brother's childish threats...at the very least, Zhenya may forget them when he's presented with his favorites from Bernie's Diner. Zinoviy simply couldn't bring himself to idle around in their lonely apartment while his little brother was off chasing murderers and wearing himself thin with every new tragedy. It took days to convince him to take a break, but recent events practically guaranteed that he wouldn't rest until he solved his case. And possibly committed a murder or two.
The older twin was familiar with the suffocating feeling of being ineffectual and useless, but it hits much harder when he's spent long enough feeling...okay. He practically paced a hole into the carpet stressing over what he could possibly do to lighten Anya's burden beyond the abstract notion of 'being there', and the best he could come up with was bringing him dinner. Zhenya learned to cook when they were kids- very well, in fact- but sees it as a chore if it isn't for Zinoviy's sake. He'd likely just bring an overly sweet coffee home and nurse that until his next shift. Hopefully this would be a welcome gesture...
Zinoviy traces the familiar trek to Bernie's by memory, scent, and sound. He isn't terribly fond of the greasy smells and many human families that frequent it but Anya loves the place and so he's become well-acquainted. He's greeted by a familiar voice at the door, a man similarly acquainted with his brother by the sound of it- and gives him an acknowledging nod when he holds the door open for the weretiger to enter. He ducks inside with a slight wrinkle to his nose, sounds and smells assaulting him despite the deep prepatory inhale he'd taken in the parking lot upon approach. It's still...a lot and Zinoviy sidles to the side while he gathers his thoughts. It is as he's sorting through a mental list of Anya's favorite orders that he detects a much more welcome scent to his right. Who..? Ah! Anya's officer friend.
The redhead pauses to mentally map out his route before approaching her table at a sedate pace, careful to avoid brushing against others if he can help it. When finding what seems to be an oasis of calm in the sea of chaos, he'd acted without thinking but when he comes to stand before her, he realizes that he has nothing to say but to ask if she'd seen his brother.
Zinoviy can feel his face heating up but his low voice remains steady when he greets her in slightly accented english. "Hello Officer Levington...are you taking your lunch?" |
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 2, 2023 2:07:45 GMT -5
[ It took me a while to work out how I want Zhenya to play this, and I don't think he'll put the pressure on yet but he's serious about his job to the point where he'd do anything to see it through... ] lazzylake Oh that's fine! I'm sure the more we write them the more we'll see how they'd work together~ And gotcha! Haha, thanks! <3 I'm glad he's coming across well in that regard! I look forward to seeing sassy and blunt Javalle too! Anya needs more people to sass him. His ego is too big lol ] |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 2:19:25 GMT -5
With a deep, steady breath, Jack talked the officer through what he could remember of that day. What he did that morning, what places he asked for applications for, where he gave some résumés, and the subject changed to the walk. As he recanted what he remembered, his eyes were no longer focused on the other man, casted down and away. The tapping of his fingers increased.
“I was just taking a walk, in the woods nearby the Starlight Motel,” Jack explained as the memory came back, some bits that were blank filling in before his eyes, “I…I think I remember hearing a growl from somewhere, so I turned back towards town. And then… Then I felt something jump me. I-It clawed and bite at my leg… Flipped me over at some point. It was just a wolf. I… I must have lost consciousness a couple times because it’s just darkness and my own screaming after that then the dark just… stayed. Doctors told me I was in and out of my coma, but I can’t remember anything after blacking out after the last time.”
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 2:21:12 GMT -5
(Lol just wait until someone suggests that Jack might be a werewolf, Hush. He gets big mad)
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 2, 2023 2:40:41 GMT -5
[ I look forward to seeing it~ ] ++ Zhenya Metaxas-- Zhenya's attention is arrested, mismatched eyes taking in the anxious tapping as the scent of distress grows stronger. It is familiar, and fails to affect the clinical nature of his thoughts. This attack...is nothing like the other ones. Brutal but inefficient, and most importantly, not immediately fatal. Humans are comically easy to kill even in the body of your average wolf. The fact that his leg was targeted in particular is....curious. The detective records everything Jack says word for word to be analyzed later.
"Can you describe the wolf? Even if it's just pelt or eye color." |
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 2, 2023 2:42:11 GMT -5
[ About to head to sleep buuut I'm curious- Juno, do you ever intend to bring the person who turned Jack into the rp and/or explain why they did it? ]
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 3:00:41 GMT -5
Jack shook his head slow, eyes still averted and has now adopted a hunched posture, unable to give a description of the damn thing. At the moment he was still reliving that moment but at least it hasn’t triggered a full-on panic attack again. Though, judging by the way his breathing picked up again, one could assume so. As much as he was hating every moment of it, he scanned through the memory. A pelt color. A marking. Anything! His eyes widen as a bit of the darkness in his memory cleared, spotting something.
“It’s eyes… They were amber. Almost orange.”
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 5:08:33 GMT -5
[ About to head to sleep buuut I'm curious- Juno, do you ever intend to bring the person who turned Jack into the rp and/or explain why they did it? ] (I think if anything, it’s an NPC character tying into Plot Idea 2. Either the alpha of that pack or one of their followers was sent out to “recruit” followers. Unfortunately for them, Jack has zero interest in joining a pack at least for now, and immediately wants to cure himself, so that backfired. That’s the idea I had when I was reading the rules and stuff when this thread was first opened. I typically only rp one character per rp, so whoever wants to create the leader/member of that rouge pack, that’s the one who did it and why. It’s also why I kept it vague for the most part. Hopefully that sheds so light as to what I’m going for lol) |
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Post by soot on Dec 2, 2023 5:42:00 GMT -5
'.- Nola Levington -.'
Nola's attention from trying to debate whether she should order a burger, or just get coffee and a sandwich is quickly dragged by a familiar scent, and sight. The scent of another shifter is much more welcome than the grease, or the sharp scent of the child in the corner who desperately wants ice cream. It's endearing, but also not doing the best things to her nose, or her head. Nola's quick to divert her attention more onto the weretiger in front of her, giving a small, polite smile. Zinoviy is a good kid, from what she's heard from Zehnya, and from what she's seen herself. From what Nola can tell, he's.. trying, for his brother, even if it seems like there's a push and pull on occasion with the pair. Nola quirks a brow at the use of her last name, before just giving Zinoviy a small, polite smile, and gesturing to the seat opposite of her. Thankfully Nola chose the most secluded little table in the entire diner she could find, so there's not too many intruding ears. "I am taking lunch." She starts, voice ever the mix of soft, and steady, giving the taller shifter a look.
His scent has a.. tang to it. Not the 'good' kind either, the 'slightly distressed', is normally what she places that as, even if it's not an inherent 'distress'. She gives him a polite look, waiting for him to take a seat before talking more. "Is it safe to assume you're here for lunch too, Mr. Metaxas?" She asks, elbows leaned comfortably on the table as she nudges the menu she has towards him to use if he'd like. Her fingers smooth idly over the wrinkles at the bend of her elbow as she mentally prepares her order. She's also slightly hoping he ignores the fresh little notepad, and very much so borrowed glitter pen that's off to her left, sitting ever so politely. Curse her ability to not be able to find a normal pen for the life of her.. At least the blue glitter looks pleasant.
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 2, 2023 7:40:00 GMT -5
Still shuffling around with the books, Javalle took a risk and made a gap just large enough to peek through. Lifting his heels, Javalle surveyed the situation from above, taking in appearances. Closest to him, A man with white and black striped hair took notes- (or perhaps drawing?) in a notepad of his. From the looks of it, he was about Javalle's height, and was relishing in questioning the wounded bystander he stalked.
There was something about this perpetrator, though...Another scent he could barely detect, one masked by fear. The taller person describing their attack clearly had trouble remembering all the excruciating details, and his quickening breath made the hair on Javalle's arms perk up in anticipation. It did confirm his hypothesis, though. That injury was the mark of a werewolf bite. No doubt about it.
Inching closer now, Javalle crept to the shadows while still organizing the shelves. Just a little more time was all he needed and he would show himself.
(In his bio, I stated that Javalle's favorite story genre is mystery and suspense, so I think he's secretly enjoying the fact he might get to take part in something like this!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 2, 2023 11:41:18 GMT -5
(  ) "Hey dad!" Bruno says as he makes his way out of the kitchen. He perks up when he notices the cherry pie in his dad's arm. "That looks good thanks pops!" He said with a toothy grin. At this point, he was dying to sink his teeth into the tasty dessert. |
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