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Post by Hushabye on Dec 2, 2023 20:40:54 GMT -5
++ Charlemagne Cross
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"Hello Bruno." His lips tilt upward in a smile as he approaches Bruno to affectionately muss his hair. It's a move he's observed other fathers make when their sons grow too big for hugs not associated with sports successes. Or so he assumes. Charlemagne tsks upon noticing the younger shifter covetously eyeing their dessert. "Ah ah, don't thank me yet. Am I correct in assuming that you've already started the rice?"
To be honest, Charlemagne doesn't truly feel up to cooking. All of those hours spent in the OR threaten the beginnings of a migraine, and his mind is still flooded with information that he feels an almost obsessive need to put to paper or record in the many google documents that contain seemingly superfluous observations about his surgeries. That nagging feeling that he's missed something when attempting to save Rivers' leg...
But he can't let any of that show. He is no longer a doctor. Just a father spending time with a son who miraculously doesn't hate him for his terrible schedule and many failings. Chest feeling tight, Charlemagne awkwardly pats Bruno's shoulder before venturing further into the house. "We can save the rice for gyeran bap in the morning. Would you like to eat out tonight instead?"
Charlemagne typically avoids going anywhere to buy meals when he can simply make them himself- and to his exact specifications and taste- but 'eating out' is an activity many others enjoy and he wouldn't want to deprive Bruno of that.
The peace they normally found in Griffindale is being threatened to an alarming degree as well, he can't see them going out for 'fun' very frequently in light of the fact, so small excursions like this will have to do. Much as he hates to admit it, Charlemagne feels marginally safer knowing that Delvin Blackwood is personally involved in the serial murder cases as well as on duty at this point in time. If they are there and back without any detours...
He places the pie in the fridge and runs a hand through hair that is beginning to fall into his face. "Just give me a few minutes to change."
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++ Zhenya Metaxas
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Zhenya gives Jack an approving nod, though it's unlikely that he sees it, lost in his memories as he is. "That's a great start! It's common for eye color to be the same or at least similar across shifts." He shifts to cross one leg over the other, flicking the pen up to tap against his chin as he eyes the other man pensively. Hm, how much further to push? He's being forthright so an adjustment in approach is needed.
"Why do you think you were attacked, Jack?"
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++ Zinoviy Metaxas
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Zinoviy relaxes minutely at her soft tone, welcoming and inquisitive. It's hard to shake his initial expectation of rejection whenever he willingly approaches others, but perhaps he should have known that Anya wouldn't associate with anyone who would treat him harshly.
There's a rustle of fabric- the stiff regulation kind that his brother adamantly refused to wear- and he assumes that she's gesturing for him to take a seat. His shoulders lose some tension as he ceases anxiously picking at the loose cotton on his sleeve to feel for the back of the chair opposite her. Once seated, Zinoviy carefully arranges his long legs so that they aren't in the way and tilts his head to 'stare' somewhere to her right. He was never good at maintaining eye contact even when he could see.
Fortunately, the silence isn't long and the deputy breaks it readily.
"Yes. Well, it's for Zhenya." A pause as he considers how to phrase the sentiment at the forefront of his mind. "I understand that you all have reason to be...busier as of late. And your job must be much more stressful...I want to thank you for the work you do. And for taking care of my brother." Pale face warming further, Zinoviy reaches for the laminated menu that he could hear being slid across the table and pretends to read it simply for something to do. They've never officially 'met' or spent time together one-on-one so he hopes he hasn't made it awkward...In fact, he never should have approached her at all. Just a nod would have done just as well. And he could tell Anya to thank her for him. He doesn't know why he said all of that- just blurting out what he'd been thinking again.
It's just...Anya tries to avoid sharing the darker sides of his job but Zinoviy knows that it's placing mounting pressure on him and everyone in the force. They must be working very hard without a break in the case or their cramped schedules...He'd never be able to tell someone that a beloved family member or friend of theirs had been murdered without breaking down himself...but Zhenya has stated that the deputy has been able to handle it all with both empathy and professionalism. He doesn't know if his brother shared these sentiments with her but feels that someone should if they haven't already. And apparently that someone was him. Now. It sounded awkward, didn't it? He should have eased into it or found a related topic.
Groaning inwardly, Zinoviy brings the menu closer to his face and bops it against his head a few times.
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 2, 2023 20:46:52 GMT -5
[ It does, thanks Juno! I'd been wondering about whether or not we'd see them pop up later in the plot so that Jack could have some form of closure. Poor guy! ] [ Haha I think it's cute that she has one of Anya's pens Soot~! He's advocating for them to be allowed when filling out official documents ] [ lol Well Anya would be happy to provide lazzylake ] |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 2, 2023 20:55:57 GMT -5
(I’ll be active here in an hour or two! I completely forgot to respond to another rp I’m taking part in, so that’s my main priority! In the meantime, I’d be willing for anyone to sense Javalle’s presence anytime! Once I get on, I’ll finally make him get involved!)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 21:20:14 GMT -5
“No… No I-“ Jack stopped mid-sentence. An explanation that he had no idea why he was attacked when he heard that word. His fingers no longer tapping, instead digging into his pant leg. He sat up straight so he could look at the officer in the eye with an intensity he didn’t know he had. “I don’t know what you mean by “shifter” but it was a wolf, okay? Just some rabid wolf that saw be as easy prey that night.”
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Post by soot on Dec 2, 2023 21:27:34 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '.
Nola doesn't look, or smell all that surprised at what he says, simply watching as he sits down with a pleased, and still polite expression. She gives a tinge of a bigger smile, rubbing at the fabric of her uniform. Zinoviy, again, is a good guy, she's heard enough to get that impression. "Zehnya does enjoy food from here almost too much, I'm mostly here for coffee. The burgers aren't too bad, on occasion" She replies, tone just as steady and soft as before if a bit more amused, remembering they're still somewhat new to town. Not as new as before, but from what she's heard (and his scent), Zinoviy doesn't seem to be nearly as big of a fan. Twiddling still with the fabric of her uniform, she tilts her head in the usual wolfish manner when he speaks again. Oh. Nola breaks into a more genuine expression at that, watching as he looks over the menu- Oh, crap. Nola berates herself mentally, how in God's name did she forget about this kids little.. ah, slightly very significant blindness? Nola just tries to ignore the slightly bad use of the menu, and gives a smile.
"You're welcome, Zinoviy." She starts, always for the plain route. Plus, accepting a 'thank you' is easier than trying to deny it, as she's learned over the years. "I'm always happy to help- especially your brother. He's a good guy, and from what I've heard, and noticed, you are too." Nola says, and if she had her furry ears, they'd probably be tilted somewhat in a tinge of shyness. "I'm sure he appreciates what you do for him you know, I'm sure there's not just me to thank for taking care of him." Nola decides to go for the more honest route, and she can also smell the tinge of regret after he'd finished speaking. Not to mention the slightly (very) obvious red on pale skin. She just resists an amused huff at the little 'bopping' motion, and she's about to add just a bit more when the server comes up to their table, a woman dressed in a normal pair of jeans, a tank top, and an apron with a notepad in hand.
Nola gives a polite look as they come up, the waitress giving an even bigger, brighter smile. "Hey there folks, what can I do for you two?" She asks, hip cocked as she waits for them. Nola answers first, not willing to leave the 'who speaks first??' to Zinoviy. From what she can tell.. he's the more shy type. "I'll my usual. And some sugar packets." Nola answers plainly, but polite, the waitress already jotting it down. What she writes? She doesn't fully know. All Nola knows is this woman is someone she's met too many times to not know her name, buuuut, she does not know her name. Glancing to the name tag.. gets her a 'Lidia'. She'll remember that next time. Most of the time she's been coming recently she's been verging on the 'dead on her feet', and she's never been a fan of the unawareness that comes with that, but like Zinoviy mentioned... the schedule has been hectic lately. Today was her calmer day, she's sure the next few work days won't be quite as pliant.
The idea of these yet to be arrested shifters makes her skin crawl, and the urge to hunt is just as pestering under her skin.
(Haha- Nola secretly adores the glitter xD)
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 2, 2023 21:47:09 GMT -5
++ Zhenya Metaxas-- Oh, would'ya look at that? Not five seconds ago Jack was struggling to continue speaking and avoiding Zhenya's inquisitive gaze, and now he's meeting his eyes with a sudden flare of confidence that had heretofore been buried amidst the memories of his attack. The detective meets his glare evenly, the corners of his mouth twitching before he manages to school his expression into a neutral one.
"Your tests for evidence of rabies all came back negative." He leans back, idly sets to twirling his pen again. "The wolf wasn't rabid, and if it wanted to eat you, it wouldn't go for your leg. So why else would a lone wolf attack an unfamiliar man on a moonlit night such as that one?" He spreads his hands, "I'm not saying that I have the answer, I'm just wondering if you could help me out here. What do you think?" |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 21:56:38 GMT -5
Jack’s face shifted into something apologetic for his flare up, he gave himself a calming breath before continuing, trying to remember that the other man was just trying to get answers.
“I honestly don’t know, officer. I really don’t,” he answered in a much calmer, all be it resigned tone, “But it was a wolf. It… It just had to be a normal wolf.”
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Dec 2, 2023 22:26:52 GMT -5
Wow this got active, fun.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 2, 2023 22:34:20 GMT -5
(Yeah it did lol)
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Post by venacava on Dec 2, 2023 22:50:03 GMT -5
(Would it be alright for me to join this? It caught my attention fairly quickly earlier, and I have been working on a character submission for the past hour or so.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 2, 2023 22:51:54 GMT -5
Bruno was surprised when his dad suggested that they eat out instead. However, he wasn't about to say no. He could tell his dad looked tired though. A night out would be good for them and maybe he could get his old man to laugh a little. Bruno follows him into the kitchen. "Sure thing just let me know when your ready to go."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 2, 2023 22:52:09 GMT -5
(Would it be alright for me to join this? It caught my attention fairly quickly earlier, and I have been working on a character submission for the past hour or so.) (Yes!) |
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Post by venacava on Dec 2, 2023 23:03:23 GMT -5
(If I need to change anything, let me know. I reread a lot of the material quite a bit while writing, so I should be set, hopefully.) Edit: Spacing got messed up. Name: Caroline (Callie) DeFriece
Description: A young woman who stands at around 5'7" and has broad shoulders that slightly contrasts her otherwise thin build. She has a round face shape, naturally thick eyelashes, and a beauty mark that sits below her left eye. She has dark, wavy hair that sits just past her shoulders and equally dark eyes that have a small, but odd yellow glint to them if the light hits them a certain way.
Age: 19
What you are: Were-Feline (Canada Lynx)
Creature Description: As both bipedal and feral, she is a slender and elegant lynx with a mostly-gray coat dotted with black markings. The aforementioned beauty mark manifests as an unusual black dot of fur. She has the typical large paws and dense fur you would expect from a normal lynx alongside particularly long ear tufts. Her eyes become a yellow color that can be faintly seen in the dark in a similar manner to other cats. Additionally, she has exceptional hearing and can pick up on the slightest of sounds. Despite the change, she tends to keep her appearance neat and clean.
Personality: Caroline, who is more frequently called Callie, is shy and reserved. She enjoys her privacy and likes to spend time alone, but often feels lonely due to a lack of friends. She has decent relations with a few people, but doesn't feel like she can consider them friends. She has trouble socializing, understanding certain social situations, and struggles to trust others. Additionally, she sometimes becomes hard to approach if she's stressed or otherwise upset. However, despite all of this, she does her best to be kind and friendly; she always means well. She values her interests, and applies them whenever she can. She hates hot weather.
Background: Not much about Callie is known. According to her, she was raised in a rocky environment and fled to Griffindale at age 17 due to disagreements with her parents and general unhappiness. It could be inferred that she originally lived not far from the city. She currently lives in an apartment in a more sparsely-populated corner of Griffindale, working at a nearby grocery store and taking on a few odd jobs whenever she finds the time to. Callie is aware of the Primal Bloods, but is more than hesitant to approach them.
Family: N/A (open to non-parent relatives)
Romantic Interests: N/A, Lesbian (open)
Other: Callie has multiple hobbies and enjoys creative work. She expresses a surprising amount of control over her shifted form. Rawr!
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 23:16:24 GMT -5
(Hello hello new friend)
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Post by soot on Dec 2, 2023 23:17:13 GMT -5
(Welcome welcome! ^^)
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Post by venacava on Dec 2, 2023 23:18:36 GMT -5
(Greetings)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 2, 2023 23:41:21 GMT -5
(She looks good to me welcome!. I love that this town is just crawling with shifters and some aren't even apart of the pack lol)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 2, 2023 23:45:20 GMT -5
(That one human character you have Hawk must be so lonely haha)
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Post by soot on Dec 2, 2023 23:51:39 GMT -5
(Speaking of human characters! Hawk, I was wondering if I could add another character? I can write up the character sheet tonight or sometime tomorrow?)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 2, 2023 23:57:56 GMT -5
(Oh yeah I've been meaning to get him lol. All I know about him is he is either Darcy's father or uncle who may or may not know about the primal blood. I've wanted to create other human characters just haven't had any ideas. Soot feel free to make another character. Ya'll can make as many as you want.)
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 2, 2023 23:58:14 GMT -5
++ Charlemagne Cross-- "Right." Charlemagne straightens, feeling his lips twitch upward again. "I won't be long."
He first ensures that the rice is turned off and packed into the fridge- and then cleans the rice cooker because he can't reasonably leave the house with anything less than pristine- His work bag and laptop are neatly put away, his shower perfunctory, and such that he has changed and re-coiffed his hair within the hour. The weather is warm so he dons a thin manila button-up without the accompanying vests that he often wears and coffee-colored slacks. Charlemagne emerges from his room whilst buckling his watch- a more traditional one that doesn't allow for messages from the hospital- and mentally runs through a checklist of everything he'd need before meeting his son at the door. Keys, wallet, phone- not at 100% but he'll have to just wince and accept that- the chores appear to have been done, and every light that they aren't using has been turned off.
"Are you ready Bruno? Let's go, then."
The drive isn't exactly a short one, but it's pleasant when he can jockey for control of the radio with his son and pretend to sing along badly to songs from popular dramas. Charlemagne is almost sad to see it end, but the discomfort in his stomach and fuzziness at the edges of his mind reminds him that he hasn't eaten since...7am? Give or take. Ah, he shouldn't have been driving then. He'll have to remember to schedule snacks throughout the day. For the 15th time...if he's being generous.
Charlemagne pulls up to Bernie's Diner with a barely-there wrinkle in his nose but manages to smooth out his already porcelain features by the time he turns to Bruno. "As it is a special occasion, I will allow for dessert here in addition to our pie at home."
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++ Zhenya Metaxas -- 'Boo you bore.'
That fire died as quickly as it started, leaving him with a man resigned to his confusion but not to his fate. Zhenya returned to doodling more iterations of his turnip, this time with sad lupine ears. "So it wasn't rabid and it wasn't hungry." His pale brows arch. "You do know that normal wolves are generally said to be shy creatures? What other reason would a lone wolf have to savage you if there are no pups nearby to defend. There had to have been something going on in its li'l doggy head. Something that suggests a higher intelligence..?"
He's getting off track here. They've already established that this isn't the same assailant that he's pursuing, but he can't help picking at this. Like a scab. Zhenya reasons that there's still danger in a rogue running around and making poor attempts at turning unsuspecting humans. Which is true, but not necessarily with the angle he's approaching...Perhaps he should bring them back to the human side of things. Eh.
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++ Zinoviy Metaxas -- He's so pleased at hearing his name- Mr. Metaxas brings someone else to mind but he can't very well complain when he'd initiated the formalities- that the remainder of her response doesn't immediately register. When it does, Zinoviy's hazy eyes widen as he ducks further behind the flimsy menu.
"I- well-" He freezes as he casts about for a response. Anya likes to playfully accuse him of being the 'good twin' and it isn't like he's never been praised by others before- though often they feel like they're coming from a place of pity- but it never fails to absolutely floor him every time. Honestly, he doesn't do much. He can't do much. And it's downright mortifying that Anya's been talking him up to people. What is he even saying? Zinoviy told him to stop that!
Zinoviy quickly becomes aware that his scent is betraying his lines of thought and desperately hopes that the various odors wafting about the diner at least somewhat mask it. At least he doesn't have ears or a tail to flatten and flick erratically, revealing how much he wants to curl into a box. He'd been carefully counting the seconds amidst his bout of consternation and is interrupted by a mental bell that he's crafted to alert him when there's danger of too much time passing before his next response.
"Right...he is. Thank you." Shorter responses are safer, and expressing gratitude can be a catch-all, right? Despite his instinct to deflect any praise toward Zhenya, the deputy's last words give him pause. Zinoviy can't take care of his brother the same way but...there are some things he can do. Like hear the grin in his voice when he presents him with something small, like his favorite snack after he'd been staring at case files for hours on end. His expression softens in a smile as he self-consciously runs a hand through his ebon-streaked hair, grooming for comfort. "Perhaps...I hope so..."
He can sense that she's going to say more, but he's saved by a waitress arriving before his heartrate can increase any further. This is an interaction that he's more familiar with, as it's purely transactional. Zinoviy gratefully lowers the menu and mutters a 'thank you' to Nola for allowing him to borrow it, although he's truly more appreciative of the fact that she spoke up while he was still getting his thoughts in order.
"You have...a summer fruits special, yes?" He'd heard it mentioned in passing while they spoke. "I'd like that, please. With twice the bacon. To go."
Zinoviy himself will just have water and more likely- whatever Anya foists on him of his own meal. He can't admit it but his brother's anger makes him queasy. Nola's scent is so calming that he's actually somewhat glad that she was able to provide a distraction for the dark turn his thoughts had been taking. Even if it came at the cost of him floundering for a bit.
Propriety dictates that he remains at least until their orders arrive, so his floundering isn't over yet.
He doesn't actually know much about the deputy- Nola- so perhaps it's best to start there..? It would be uncouth to ask about work when she's taking a much-needed break, and it'd probably be weird to discuss Anya...even though his brother is one of the few subjects that he can talk at length about. Zinoviy will likely never run out of complaints where that man is concerned...
"How long have you lived in Griffindale?"
There! That was suitably neutral and acceptable small talk, much as he hates it. It would also benefit to hear what Nola thinks of the place. Zinoviy wants to settle here but Zhenya isn't sure. |
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Post by venacava on Dec 2, 2023 23:59:27 GMT -5
(Suppose I'll get to typing up a starter for Callie, then. Also, I have been considering making another character who isn't a shifter, but I think I will wait a little while before creating them so I can get used to this place without putting too much on my plate right away)
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 2, 2023 23:59:35 GMT -5
[ Hi, welcome~! ]
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Post by Junospower on Dec 3, 2023 0:09:37 GMT -5
Jack shifted his gaze in a quick attempt to see if anyone was passing by that could hear him. When he couldn’t immediately spot someone, he lowered his voice with a huff.
“Look, things have been… Happening to me. Since I woke up from my coma. Things that have happened that I can’t explain nor can I accept because if it was reality it’s the worst possible outcome in my eyes. It could have a connect, or it could have just been a random attack. Or even better it was a random wolf that wanted a fight for some strange reason and everything that’s been happening to me is all in my head.” There was a desperate tone to his voice, but more directed towards himself, like he was trying to convince himself he was fine. Just like he had since the moment Delvin broke the news.
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Post by venacava on Dec 3, 2023 0:13:38 GMT -5
★ Callie had begrudgingly left her place just a few minutes ago to fetch some supplies for a small project she was chipping away at. Despite her displeasure with the waning, but still rather warm weather today brought, she knew it'd be cheaper to simply walk to the nearby convenience store rather than drive in the comfort of her somehow-still-working air-conditioned car and waste gas. She absentmindedly walked along the sidewalk, half on her phone and half checking the area around herself.
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 3, 2023 0:16:38 GMT -5
(Everyone shush I need to read things over again /joke Also welcome venacava NEW WERE-LYNX CHARACTER HECK YEAH!! Every time I look at this thread like 5 new messages pop up hellpp) |
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Post by venacava on Dec 3, 2023 0:19:45 GMT -5
(Everyone shush I need to read things over again /joke Also welcome venacava NEW WERE-LYNX CHARACTER HECK YEAH!! Every time I look at this thread like 5 new messages pop up hellpp) (Hello. Choosing a sort of were-feline as my first shifter character was definitely a given due to my abhorrently huge bias towards cats, but classic werewolves also have my heart  ) |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 3, 2023 0:24:01 GMT -5
(That's great! Are you interested having Callie and Javalle be related in some way? He's a lynx as well! Not directly rwlated but moreso distant cousins? Once Javalle gets done with work she could come over to his cabin to chat! You can read his bio for more information if you want, but it's just a suggestion!)
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Post by venacava on Dec 3, 2023 0:30:33 GMT -5
(That's great! Are you interested having Callie and Javalle be related in some way? He's a lynx as well! Not directly rwlated but moreso distant cousins? Once Javalle gets done with work she could come over to his cabin to chat! You can read his bio for more information if you want, but it's just a suggestion!) (Sounds interesting, I think it could definitely work. I'm not too sure on interactions quite yet, but it can happen soon I believe. Just need myself to get more of a footing here first, of course) |
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Post by soot on Dec 3, 2023 0:30:56 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '.
Nola's scent tinges rememberingly at the mention of the fruit special. And the added pieces of bacon. She sends a curious glance towards Zinoviy, as far as she remembers, that specific order is Anya's usual. The waitress gives a smile, and a nod before writing it down. "Extra bacon.. alright, is that it for you both?" She asks, voice surprisingly genuine in it's politeness, if verging on that almost 'annoying' voice. Nola's about to nod with a smile before pausing, "Ah- can I also get a slice of apple pie?" Nola asks, a tad hesitant in her scent. She loves pie, but she's not had it here in a while, and she heard the baker changed recently..? The waitress gives a smile, "Annnd, one piece of apple pie. That'll do it?" A smile and a nod, no extra add on this time. "Alright! That'll be out in just a couple of minutes." She says before turning right around to take another order, and wave at a few new customers coming in.
After that, Nola cracks a knuckle or two habitually before her finger moves back to mess with the slightly worn edge on her uniform. Looking up (up up) at Zinoviy, Nola takes not even a second to debate his question, and notice his little gesture of nervousness. As well as his hair.. she hasn't really seen it before, it's interesting, not bad, simply curious. "I've lived here since I was born. I did move away for college.. but I came back not too long after graduating." Nola says, Zinoviy's scent still easily picked up out of everyone. She's happy to note he is just a tad bit less.. 'distressed' than earlier, as her nose likes to translate for her head, even if not fully accurate. Stretching her fingers, she debates another moment, "Growing up here was pleasant. As smaller of a town as it is, there's always something to do, or see." She adds a tad idly before blinking and focusing more on Zinoviy. Nola has an ingrained habit of keeping eye contact, which is a bit.. hard to do with Zinoviy. Not like that stops the habits, anyhow. "Especially the school.. they offer a surprising amount of things to do for any students. That's what I spent most of my time doing." She adds, thinking to when she started ballet.
Nola's had plenty of interaction to know the 'How long have you been here?' question entails a more 'What's it like here?' question. With newcomers, even if they're not at the 'just a few days' recent, they're still new. Plus the familiar tinge in his scent she often smells around Zehnya. It's a sort of.. almost territorial smell, it sends a few warnings in her head that say 'stay away'. The Deputy's hearing perks up a tad at an odd scent, almost.. like a hospital? She ignores it with a small glance, and tilts her head. "I know at first, there doesn't seem to be many things to do around town.. but if you'd like any recommendations?" She asks, perfectly polite, and a similar neutral. The smile isn't on her face anymore, so much as a casual curiosity, a slightly thinned brow quirked.
Nola's not always the warmest feeling, she knows that. Some don't approach because she might seem a bit.. 'grumpy', or stale, as some have said- even a tad emotionless looking. Those don't particularly offend her, but they do sometimes make her wonder if she should try a bit more. She can give a small, polite smile, or a polite tone- but should she add more to that? Shaking the thought off, her wolf cringing a the idea of being more welcoming to strangers, those not in her pack, she straightens her back a tad more. Being any sort of tired makes her posture slouchy, and she likes keeping her more straight posture. Something that is a large part of her life, ballet, and with ballet entails elegance, and good posture. Nola tilts her chin up a tad, shoulders back more, and hands folded in front of her more neatly, yet one hand still fiddles with the fabric at the end of her sleeve. If she had her paws, they would fiddle with the dirt, or carpet that's normally underneath her paws. And odd little habit, yet one that's stuck like glitter glue- glitter glue?
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