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Post by lazzylake on Dec 10, 2023 0:35:41 GMT -5
(Same here! Not entirely sure what to do for Javalle but maybe he’s just getting off of work and comes across Jack somehow? Maybe he could offer last minute advice?)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 0:39:02 GMT -5
(I could totally imagine that- haha. And I have a pretty decent idea of what to do for my two- I just hope neither are too boring to read, lol.)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 10, 2023 0:39:47 GMT -5
(Who wants the honor of starting?)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 0:42:44 GMT -5
(I'm fine with whoever!)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 10, 2023 0:44:49 GMT -5
(Uhm, I suppose you Junospower I’m mainly just trying to bounce off interactions right now, and you already seem to have a solid plan!) |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 10, 2023 0:45:27 GMT -5
(Alrighty then give me a moment lol)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 10, 2023 0:55:04 GMT -5
( Siri Play Fly me to the Moon!)
The day of the full moon may seem like a regular day for most people but for the Primal Bloods, it brought anticipation, tension, excitement and some fear. Anything could happen no matter how careful they tried to be. Delvin hoped that even the shifters outside of the pack would be keeping to themselves. Most of the inhabitants of the town knew that during the full moon to stay indoors because of the "animal activity." Delvin just wanted things to go smoothly. He needed an outlet to vent his frustrations and just be free.
Teagan would be watching over the new shifters along with a few others to make sure there new transformation went off without a hitch. The only one he worried about was Jack.
Darcy found herself a lot more irritable than usual. She didn't want to go through with any of this! She mostly kept to herself dreading every minute that ticked by. Darcy barely spoke to Jack and barely said anything to Roger.
Roger spent most of his time moving around. The coming full moon always made him antsy. Along with that, he went ahead and gave Jack the overall rundown and what will happen during his first shift. He explained how there would be ceremony before being taken far away from the town and how a group of experienced shifters would be guiding and watching over them. Roger even said he could be his hunting buddy if he wanted. However, the look Jack gave him didn't give him much hope.
Michael was in the group gathering firewood and dragging large logs for the bonfire. As tradition, there would be lots of cooking and food for the full moon. The thought of all the good food had him already hungry.
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Post by Junospower on Dec 10, 2023 0:55:50 GMT -5
The first sensation Jack felt when waking up that morning was a deep, deep aching all throughout his body. An overwhelming sensation of wrong. Like a horrible, horrible fever. He didn’t even want to get out of bed. Content to lay there and waste away rather than having to face what he had dreaded for days. At the same time, he felt to much energy coarse through his veins like if he were to stay still he would surely explode.
Jack dragged himself out of bed and showered, eyes bleary yet too focused at the same time. He saw his reflecting in the mirror and was horrified at the deathly pale sight before him. After changing into something comfortable, he glanced at his phone and saw that it was mid day. At least he wasn’t expected to show up for work for another two days. Thank god. His body felt too hot. He clung to the hope that he really did just had a nasty fever. Though, did he truly believe it? Not knowing what else to, he shuffled himself into the living room, bracing himself.
He hardly heard Roger talking to him, too focused on staying himself.
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 10, 2023 0:59:57 GMT -5
(SOBBING NOT FLY ME TO THE MOON-)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 10, 2023 1:01:05 GMT -5
(It’s so inappropriately perfect I love it <3)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 10, 2023 1:02:42 GMT -5
(Hehe   ) For the townsfolk today was a regular day. Although some businesses liked to close earlier than usual which confused tourists. Media outlets warned everyone not to stay out past dark while giving some updates about the recent animal attacks. Human Police officers were given the task of making sure the townsfolk didn't wander off without an escort. Those who were shifters on the force made sure certain parts of the forest were blocked off. |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 10, 2023 1:09:38 GMT -5
(Hell of a thing for Hush to walk in on when they’re online haha)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 1:10:23 GMT -5
(Pfft- I know, sometimes you don't look for just a bit (from personal experience, haha), and suddenly main plot happens xD)
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Dec 10, 2023 1:12:15 GMT -5
Wait what is happening)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 10, 2023 1:13:10 GMT -5
(Oh I forgot about Bloodrose! Poor thing!)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 10, 2023 1:13:37 GMT -5
(Full moon time- it’s midday and we’re just setting up for the night! Nothing much has happened besides setting the scene, so feel free to hop in!)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 1:15:03 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola's day went like it normally does, besides a few minor changes. Waking up, she felt that occasional urge under her skin heighten beyond what it normally would. Now it itches, now it crawls. All she does in response, is lift her arms above her head, and stretch before getting out of bed, redoing the blankets and skewed pillows neatly like she does most mornings. After that, she takes a quick shower, and get's dressed for work. Today of all days, she always has the urge to shrug work off, call in a day off, and simply go about her ballet routine in tenfold, maybe dance a few choreographed dances she did herself with her and her teacher. Nola just lays a hand over the front of her uniform, making sure she looks presentable enough, her hair in a bun, make up light, and uniform prim and neat as always. Besides the places you can tell she's picked at the fingers, or nails of course. A habit she has the hardest time breaking. The rest of the day was spent getting into her car, driving to work, and going about everything, with a bit of added measures of course. Blockades near the forest, for the new shifters in the Primal Blood packs, and for the rogue shifter's as well. The idea of said aforementioned rogue shifter's makes the wolf in her nearly settle into a disapproving growl. Ignoring the feeling, she glances down to the neat watch around her wrist, sturdy but elegant. A gift from her father, when she first started work. Nola takes idle note of the time. Midday by now, and the urge under her skin is getting towards the 'new symptom' stage. Senses heightening further, urges at the back of her head with alarm bells louder than usual, and the want to run after the squirrel she heard just a few paces away up in a tree. Nola just takes a steadying breath, a hand on one hip, and looks back up with a slightly pinched expression. Most would think it's her grumpy, or annoyed expression. It's more like her, 'Why exactly do wolf's and dogs alike have the urge to run after squirrels?' expression. |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 10, 2023 1:16:48 GMT -5
(Okay, okay, here we go!-) Javalle stared wearily from his desk, hardly focused on anything but the night ahead. He watched people come, go, and ask him for advice as usual, but the world seemed like one colorless blur. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to happen, thank goodness, but he desperately longed for the morning to be over with, yearning to feel the sensation of running through the forest with the breeze racing through his thick fur. To catch something using nothing but his bare paws and feline instincts… He wasn’t even sure he could do all of that though, given how many reports of animal attacks had leaked through the media recently. But that nagging emptiness in his mind and stomach wouldn’t go away. Normally he didn’t eat anything during full moon days (given he might choke it up during his shifts) but even a small snack from the diner would quench his irritability. The ringing from the alarm clock indicated the end of his job, and for the first time today, Javalle’s demeanor changed to something other than blankness. A wave of relief washed over him as he caught the bus home, now he could rest. As long as something didn’t stop him… (Feel free to set up something here! soot Would you mind dropping Nola here? I’m curious to hear what she thinks meeting another solitary shifter!) |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 10, 2023 1:18:14 GMT -5
(Nevermind, you already got something going for her! Sorry, just super hyperactive right now ahhhh-)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 1:19:30 GMT -5
(Sure! Would you like them to meet during their shifted, or while out and about as he goes home?)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 1:19:52 GMT -5
(Ohp- I was gonna find a way to drop her in anyway man xD I can always find a way!)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 10, 2023 1:21:34 GMT -5
(Sounds fine! I think meeting her at the bus station would be fine! I just need like a werewolf for Javalle to talk with so he’s like “oh shoot, forgot about Jack-“ if that makes sense!)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 1:23:45 GMT -5
(Alright! I'll get that written up, just gimmie a minute!)
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Dec 10, 2023 1:23:51 GMT -5
Well, dealing with posting here in tomorrow. I need some sleep, have fun y’all)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 1:32:57 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola shakes herself out of her 'squirrely' consideration, and glances towards the officer she was partnered with today. She quirks a brow, and receives a quick wave of the hand from them. Seems she's going for patrol around town herself then. Hopping back into her car, and feeling that ever present tinge of longing as she watches the trees disappear from her rear-view mirror as she heads for the center of town. Nola's nose wrinkles some at the smell of gasoline as she pulls into the gas station, mostly for the very big, and glaring near 'EMPTY' her dial is. Popping her door open, and being ever so happy for her gas card for any state/government' owned vehicle. Nola picks at the already weathered fabric of the elbow of her jacket as she waits, and hopping back in once the car's filled. That's when she picks up the scent of coffee, and the very sudden urge to smell that as she runs through the woods, dirt under her paws, and dark brown tipped ears perked for any sign of prey. The shifter sighs, and pulls into a parking spot, and gets out, boots on asphalt, then concrete as she heads for the coffee house, settled smartly right behind the bus station. Nola's always able to stomach quite a decent amount of food for the day, it helps with how she and her family have learned to handle the full moon. On any other day, while out running or exploring the woods when her pack decides to meet, they can hunt. But on full moons.. they avoid doing so. It has to do with keeping more control, so, she eats a little less than usual during the full moon, and is satisfied enough when she's shifted to be able to more easily resist the urge to hunt. (She can stomach some food during the full moon.. but not too much. Anything more than that, and she's nearing running for the forest for some real prey.) |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 10, 2023 1:58:06 GMT -5
Once the bus made its way to drop Javalle off, the were-lynx thanked the driver and sluggishly hopped off. Maybe taking the scenic route to his cabin would be good for his senses. Being out in the open seemed like the perfect opportunity to decompress before the dread of the full moon caught up to him. The calm before the storm, If you will. He took a moment to scan the area he normally took home; nothing seemed to be blockaded from what he could see, but would any civilians nearby take notice of his carelessness as he trotted through the woods?
But, as that thought crossed his mind, the enticing scent of coffee beans wandered through the air, figuratively tickling Javalle's nose. That seemed like the better and more importantly, "normal" alternative, besides, he needed a little pick me up. Strutting inside, Javalle noted that the shop was nearly empty, asides from a few people which he assumed to be shifters. He attempted to pick up any scents, but most of them were masked, both by his stomach growling and the coffee stench intensifying to almost an unbearable degree. Signing heavily, Javalle simply walked over to the station to set his order.
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 10, 2023 2:00:11 GMT -5
(Alright, I'm going to get some rest now! It's nearly 1 in the morning can you believe it?! Night everyone, can't wait to hear from everyone in the morning!)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 2:30:04 GMT -5
.' - Adeline Nicholson - '. Adeline had felt.. almost sick-ish the past few days. Shivering, an irritating feeling under her skin, and the urge to just bury into the blankets of her bed and not come out- But today felt way worse. It was odd to, not normal sick. She'll be fine one minute.. than feeling antsy the next. So, sniffling in a tinge of self pity, she throws an arm over her head, and a sudden memory pops into her head. When she thinks sick, she thinks hospital, and when she thinks hospital, she thinks patient. Reaching for her phone blindly, the petite woman finally got a hold of it, clicked it on, put in her four digit password, and went to messages. Looking over the last messages sent, only to tell who was who, she clicked on 'Jack .R' in her contacts. Sitting up in her bed, and tapping the back of her phone case, she types a small, short sentence. Adeline almost doesn't send it, feeling that tinge of anxiety up her spine.. and the itching feeling. Like she shouldn't. Huffing at the feeling, she rubs at her brow, and just hits send, clicking her phone off, and waits for it to buzz. 'Hey Jack, how're you doing? I was wondering if the stretches and exercises I suggested are helping any?' Thhhhan she gets bored, and clicks it back on, not daring to look, and waits anxiously for any sort of response as she scrolls through social media. |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 10, 2023 2:33:54 GMT -5
(I love how Nola’s struggle is stomaching food, meanwhile Jack is just sitting in a chair feeling all the things haha)
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Post by soot on Dec 10, 2023 2:37:22 GMT -5
(Pfft. Nola's stuff is veerrry based on keeping control (especially due to past family history:3) Oh! And I completely forgot to ask if it was okay for Adeline to hop in, if not you can just ignore the post I made xD)
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