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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 24, 2024 15:39:31 GMT -5
Maria have an embarrassed nod as she walked into the bathroom. ‘T-thank you mister Javalle, I-I will keep that in mind,” she said before using her head to shut the door. If she did not have fur then she would be scarlet right now. She knew that the lynx wasn’t trying to do anything not safe for work to her. Or at least she thought she knew that. Shaking her head vigorously Maria tries to get that idea out of her head. This man was a man and she was a teenager, no way anything other than that was what the feline was implying. She has just been reading to much manga, yeah that is it! Yeah it was probably a poorly worded accident based born of exhaustion. She was really think to much on this.
She waited for a little bit until that similar bone breaking sensation came over her. Oh gods, why is it worse the second time! Her fur retracted back into her body as she shifted back to her bipedel human form. With a hunt she shook her now oh natural body out to try and get this stiffness she had from the literal rending of her muscles.
Ah finally she was back to her clumsy human body, oh how she missed it. Looking at the shower she smiled and happily jumped inside it. Oh sweet nirvana, how much she has longed for you.
The only real difference between her two forms is the fur and how many feet she walks on.)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 24, 2024 22:41:03 GMT -5
Jack stared blankly at Roger, struggling to both understand the words coming out of his from the absolute fuzziness swirling in his head and to remember exactly what he did last night. The last thing he remembered was sitting in his room before getting the urge to run and then… nothing. Nothing until he woke up just a while ago. He had to have had a hell of a night to have these bandages wrapped around him…
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 24, 2024 22:50:37 GMT -5
Roger just shakes his head. "No worries, you can tell me when you have rested." He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for Jack to take. Least he didn't kill anyone or Roger hoped he didn't.
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Post by Junospower on Jan 24, 2024 23:25:48 GMT -5
Carefully, yet unsteadily, Jack took a hold of Roger’s hand and shimmied his way up onto his feet, using the tree as support. He was still wobbly. Visibly so. If he did indeed transform during the night, then he prayed to whoever watching him that he didn’t kill anyone.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 25, 2024 4:09:38 GMT -5
[ Then my title is 'The One Who Handwaves' lol
I'm living up to it right now because I messed up my Charlie post ;;;
I assumed we're much farther along than we actually are so my timing is skewed- but I'm 'fixing it in post'- pun intended- Anya would have gone straight home after everything so he wouldn't be at the station with Nola immediately following the attack, and saying his toast was in the microwave is just one of the excuses he uses to leave the conversation on a weird note- buut I'll work with those for his comeback post!
Anya casually asking her what her favorites are then texting a confused Charlie-
Sure~! I actually tried to get his post to parallel hers but it ran away from me...
And that's why I respect her. I could never- ]
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 25, 2024 4:16:13 GMT -5
++ Zhenya Metaxas-- Zhenya is...slightly better off than Nola when he rolls into the station at an ungodly hour on his off day. (Not exactly an 'off' day, he'd note, as he's sure he had beaten his previous high score in terms of headshots) He'd changed into a dark jean jacket and maroon leather pants that concealed the worst of his injuries, the sweater underneath soaking up the blood that escaped his bandages. His fellow detectives are shocked and concerned when the pair enter wrapped in gauze and bloody patches staining their clothes, doubly so when his twin shuffles in after them with a threadbare blanket clutched tight around his battered body. He's wearing clothes, fortunately, but lost a shoe when he'd kicked a werecougar hard enough to send it into the brush. Zhenya cheerfully fends off the bulk of the questions with explanations that he coordinates with the deputy, but he still finds himself called upon to spin one of his trademark elaborate stories at the water cooler. He leans against it casually, concealing the way he favors his right leg as he focuses on talking up his skill with firearms. It is fortunate that he has his dark glasses to hide behind, as he can control his voice but may not be able to keep the simmering rage from his eyes.
The latter part of their night had consisted of playing cavalry to everyone with a known location that was separated from the majority of the pack. With Zinoviy orbiting him as a razor-clawed whirlwind and Zhenya using the guns he'd stashed for long-range engagement, the bulk of their serious injuries were gained in place of those they fought to protect. The sight is only just returning to his right eye and underneath the long sleeve, his left arm is still knitting itself back together but Zhenya feels neither the pain nor the damage inflicted. Those were children and comparatively weak shifters being targeted- Jackie and her pups almost didn't make it. She would have lost that arm- and it would have been his fault. He hadn't taken the 'Crimson Bloods' seriously enough. It was the least he could do to-
"-nya? Hey, I think you should sit down-"
No. The least he could have done was to have let that scumsucker marinate in his pain a bit. They killed him far too quickly-
"Okay buddy, down you go."
Zhenya bares his fangs in a silent snarl, instinctively reacting to the arms reaching out for him by grabbing the collar and belt to flip the body attached. He adjusts as he passes it over his hip, intending to turn them so that his assailant lands on their face rather than their back but catches himself in the middle of the act. He adjusts his grip again, allowing himself to drop to a knee with his hands supporting the man's upper and lower body so that only his shoes thump against the floor. An involuntary huff of amusment escapes at the human's strangled yelp, and Zhenya meets his startled eyes with a crooked grin. "What did I tell you about touching my Lucchese~?"
"Wha- I thought you fainted standing up!"
"That would have been wicked! I'll absolutely do that at some point~"
"Don't make that a goal Anya-"
"Too late! It's already on my vision board!"
They're able to laugh his slip off and he excuses himself to look for some food, sliding trembling hands into his pockets after a brief inspection reveals that he hadn't washed all of the blood from under his nails. He's sure to keep his back straight and his gait casual, enhanced hearing picking up the concerned whispers as soon as they believe him to be out of earshot. Zhenya grinds his teeth in irritation but smiles brightly when a captain passes him by. He hates being in public when he's keyed up like this. It takes him a while to come down after a battle rush and he needs space to figure out their next move besides- instead Zhenya tracks a familiar leather and chai scent to the reason he's in this cement block full of humans rather than curled up at home.
Nola is still furiously typing away on her laptop, the light of the screen reflecting in her focused gaze. There's no telling how long she'd be there, but he's already timing her so that he can step in to coerce her into going home when he feels like she's done enough. Or Teo starts getting antsy. Whichever happens first. Zhenya tilts his head with a sigh before slinking back to the bullpen where his brother sits nearly comatose at his desk. Draped in their childhood blanket emblazoned with faded firebirds, Zinoviy sits with one knee raised so that he can wrap his arms around it and rest his chin on top, sightless eyes at half-mast as if on the verge of falling asleep. He twitches when his brother approaches, closing his eyes fully when Zhenya perches on the desk to card his fingers through deep red hair.
"How're you feeling Zinochka?" Anya's already light tone goes soft, gaze warm as he lifts his brother's chin to gently wipe away the pinkish tears that streak his pale face.
"I'm fine." He grunts, "Did you write your report?"
The detective waves his free hand. "Mostly. The rest can come later. I'm just gathering my thoughts and taking notes that will be relevant in the future."
Zinoviy shifts so that he can lean against the hard edge of the desk, ignoring the twinge of pain in his side in favor of getting closer to his twin. Zhenya continues to comb through his hair whilst navigating through his phone to both send out texts and record his thoughts. He'd already shooed away those who wanted them to go straight to the hospital and 'playfully' threatened everyone who was in violation of disturbing Teo's nap, so his messy desk became an oasis of calm in the burgeoning storm that was the bullpen. Members of the pack who also worked in the police force- and weren't too heavily injured- were also sorting through whatever information could have been gleaned from the night's attack and Zhenya was allowed to fade into the background for once. It did wonders for his psyche but there was still a persistent violent itch under his skin. Perhaps he hadn't been shifted for long enough...
A cheerful whistle brings his attention back to his phone. The feelers he'd sent out brought him a catch- one of his informants recalls seeing a mysterious woman who matched the human description of a known Crimson Blood skulking around town four days prior. Zhenya hums with interest, sending the description to the contact 'Bandage Baron' and receiving nothing in response. He sends a few more texts and follows up with a call to get the doctor thinking before regretfully excusing himself from Zinoviy's clutches- in the interim the larger weretiger had been slowly turning him into a very stylish teddy bear- "Would you let me go for a Scooby Snack~?"
Teo grumbles a vague threat to break his legs then a much clearer, "I will not. Do not patronize me."
"Aren't you hungry Zinochka~? I'm going to get you something to eat~"
His grip loosens slightly. "No meat...thank you Anya."
"Of course~" Zhenya assures him, bending down to kiss his forehead before extricating himself and trotting to the breakroom. The silly excuse he'd used on Charlemagne reminded him that it was true in this instance. Nola had just entered and exited the breakroom with a sigh, and the incessant beeping he'd been ignoring had stopped. Anya peeks in on her on his way back to his desk but pauses fully when he recognizes the pattern of her humming. Oh~?
"Oi, the Recovery Ranger wants to know how your shoulder's holding up. You know he'll blame me if it doesn't look right the next time he sees you." He's grinning as he speaks, paper plate held to the side so that he can get a better look at her screen.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 25, 2024 4:19:15 GMT -5
++ Dalian E. Siu-Stapp-- "Mornin' CC. Hm? Do I still smell like 'm gonna eat yer chicken friends or somethin'?"
The werefox leaned against the fence of the paddock to reach for the normally affectionate chestnut mare, but she pulls away to paw at the grass and toss her head toward the trees. His thin brows arch as he shifts his gaze to the other mares that should be grazing alongside her. Carrot Carnival is the de facto leader of the herd and they all display her uncharacteristic skittishness. He sees raised tails and rolling eyes, every horse staunchly avoiding a certain corner of the paddock. The side that butts up against Griffindale's forest. Huh.
They're always antsy during the night of the full moon but have learned to calm once the sun rises. Not in this case, however. Perhaps he should've ventured out to check on them last night. Dalian usually spends his full moon shift finding a cozy spot to sleep in. Preferably as far away from pack lands as possible. Tricky thing to accomplish, when they own so much of it. Looks like something they did was significant enough to spook the horses all the way over at Half Moon too...He lowers his head with a gusty sigh before tilting it back, removing his black stetson to comb wayward strands of red-gold from his face. "Aiyaaah it's my day off y'know."
He shifts enough for it not to be a trying experience but still feels the effects of a more...complete distinction between animal and man. Dalian's steps are quick and purposeful despite the soreness in his limbs. He patrols the entire property in search of any anomalies or hazards that may have distressed his charges before seeing to their needs himself. When George tries to help the shifter waves him away with a, "Might as well leave me to it, 'cause I ain't doin' anythin' else t'day." And responds with a firm "Nope" when asked if he'd at least turn the last training horses out. (He knows he will...Mare Trigger has taken a liking to him and he wouldn't be forgiven if he left without her leave- but it's the principle of the matter) It takes more time than he'd anticipated calming the others but he'd awoken so early (completely against his will) that the sun still marks the early hours of the AM when he finds the time to shower and truly get ready for the day. Not that it requires much 'getting ready'. He has no plans to speak of beyond...uh. Getting food.
Dalian rests a hand on top of the small fridge in his cabin, water dripping from damp hair and bared shoulders when he leans forward as if a closer look would magically reveal some hidden edible item within. Alas. He can only see three bottles of lychee wine and a small, sad looking avocado. He could have sworn he had at least six- ah. Mrs Wright mentioned making her 'famous' guacamole for some neighborhood cookout and needed a few more. It was probably more wasteful to give them to her of all people, now that he thinks about it. Leaving them to suffer the fate of being mixed with raisins...
He smooths his hair away from his face again as he swipes the fruit from the fridge and bites into it, closing the squeaky door with his hip on his way to get dressed. While indulgent with his nearly hour-long shower, he doesn't spend long on this part of the process. The least-stained pair of jeans he owns at present, a belt with an engraved silver buckle, a scarlet button-up with a tattered collar, dark boots mostly free of mud, and the black hat he'd been wearing earlier. His sleeves are rolled up despite the refreshing breeze- he doesn't expect to feel it much in town- and Dalian strides out of his cabin with his hat in his teeth, hands preoccupied with pulling his hair into a ponytail with a cord of red silk. Today he uses a square knot for good luck. He's going deal hunting today. And hopefully it will also influence how long he gets to nap...
The front door is locked as an afterthought, but he remembers to toss the avocado pit into the makeshift kind-of garden next to his residence whilst he flips his hat onto his head.
Dalian miraculously manages to reach the nearest grocery store without incident, giving his lucky knot an approving pat as he walks in. He stops at the front counter to chat with the clerk for a few minutes before he begins shopping- that little interaction serving its purpose when he learns of the sale on bok choy. Dalian thanks her with a spark in his placid oceanic eyes, and Megan's laugh follows him when he snags a basket and immediately makes a beeline toward the fresh produce. He has no idea what he's going to make but a deal's a deal.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 25, 2024 4:20:14 GMT -5
[ I decided to differentiate when characters aren't speaking English with this BTW!]
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Post by soot on Jan 25, 2024 12:42:02 GMT -5
.’ * Nola Levington * ‘. Nola’s nearly finished the ‘action’ part of her report, well, what she mentally dubbed it anyway. Doing things in sectioned, and as neat areas as is possible makes her job simpler. She looks up at Zhenya’s voice, her eyes mildly confused at his usual abrupt entrance. Her elbows leave the low coffee table they’d been on, Nola leaning back to be supported fully by the back of the couch now, one hand already shuffling, twirling one of her hair pins. Nola quirks a brow, giving Zhenya the classic ‘ Hmh?’ With obvious aknoledgement and confusion. Than she realizes who he meant by ‘Recovery Ranger’. “The doctor, Cross?” Nola asks, head tilting back to look at him more thoroughly, her shoulder making its stinging pain known more than moments before. She’d taken about a half dose of what the bottle Cross had given her said, a little wary of the new medicine, especially when Nola had needed to drive and get to work. Not to mention helping the Primal Blood pack.. well, the non Crimson Blood pack, anywho. Nola’s brows furrowed just slightly, “I’ll assume you called him. Did he mention how his son’s doing?” She asks idly with a genuine tone, sighing before carefully nudging the slightly over-large jacket she had in her ‘to go9’ bag off of her injured shoulder. White, clean and fresh bandages are visible, peaking from the edges of her shirt’s neckline. “It’s doing fine. I made sure to replace the bandages, and even used some of my super, duper top secret ointment.” Nola replies idly, mumbling the last part with a tinge of amusement. She’s not lying either, it’s doing fine besides the usual twinges when moving too quick, and the lingering sharp pain. It’s what happens when a werebear decides to claw open your shoulder, so she’s only surprised it’s not worse, to be frank. Zhenya’s scent is as it usually is, the birch a bit more prominent with his trek in the forest. The idle scent of bandages not from her, and the faintest hints of amusement. “Are you and Zinoviy doing alright?” She asks afterwards, tone more gentle. Nola’d heard Zhenya fending off people with a stick from Zinoviy, and the subtle, yet always sharp scent of salt sprinkled water. |
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Post by soot on Jan 25, 2024 12:47:44 GMT -5
. ‘ + Callisto Ayutthaya + ‘ . Callisto was already feeling the tiniest bit better, arms against the handle bar of her cart, said cart half full with items she’s sure a decent amount of fellow technically Americans can’t quite name. She’d managed to get everything she needed before many other people came to the store, smiling politely at anyone who passed her or Callisto herself passed. The cashier is.. well, the one she ended up with is polite enough. A teenager, probably seventeen, and a girl with jaw length, curly blonde hair, and a tight lipped smile. She understands the feeling. Callisto’s smile is bright to try and cheer her up, ( Faye if her name tag is correct) tapping her card to the machine, and… looking at the groceries in her cart with a sigh. She may have gotten a little excited with the sales. Callisto denies help from the extremely polite cashier, and proceeded to regret it moments later. Shifter abilities be damned, she always feels terrible after sleeping through the full moon. Her senses are fizzled, and wavy, scents not quite right, and sounds to sharp or too quiet. Callisto strolled her cart out, leaning against it fully, still somewhat visibly tired as she strolls, Doc Martens tapping against the asphalt in a satisfying sound as she got to her car. As cliche of a movie prompt it is, the black Mercedes that is her car unlocks with a ‘beep’, using her key fob to pop open the trunk. Callisto eyes her groceries tiredly, her arms already tired from brushing and blow drying her hair earlier. She’s always been curious if being a born vs. bitten shifter made a difference in abilities.. or if her odd caffeine crash after the full moon is just how her body reacts? Whatever it is, Callisto can happily say.. she is not a particular fan. Well. Heaviest bags first, don’t want to crush the bread, now do we? “Sales. Too tempting.” She mutters in Thai, reaching for the carton of oat milk. |
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Post by soot on Jan 25, 2024 12:57:34 GMT -5
(Timelines, fun! Haha.. ^^’ lol, I hope these are alright. I figure I might’ve also.. skewed a few things myself, so I left it as a ‘change if wrong’ thing, lolo. Glad it’s working out somewhat- xD
*Insert similarly confuddled Nola* Cordelias…?
Pfft! She sure as heck tries. Her grades in high school and college are things she’s till proud of. She sped her way through, with only a tutor on occasion, and graduating at 16 ^^’ she’ an overachiever, well, more like wanted college over with as fast as she could-)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 25, 2024 23:18:46 GMT -5
[ You're good! Although the phrase is 'Recovery Ranger' lol~ Recovery Roger works too though! Charlie would hate both and that's the point~
Anya: *enthusiastic thumbs up*
That's amazing of her! Dez...could have gone a similar route with his intelligence but that'd be too much of a hassle haha
He very purposely kept his grades average and didn't go to college- just vocational schools for a while or learning directly from one of the many people he knows- ]
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 25, 2024 23:22:51 GMT -5
++ Zhenya Metaxas-- " Hm? That's what I said~"
He chuffs with amusement, leaning his hip against the the door jamb and cocking his head. Looks like no one had mentioned him and his brother- made sense, they'd left close to a year ago now.
"Dah~ The day he calls me is the day hell freezes over- again. No mention of Bruno, but I'm sure the little guy'll be fine. His father is watching him like an especially neurotic hawk. I could hear the machines in the background while we spoke."
Zhenya doesn't hide his assessing look at Nola's assurance, but knowing that she was one of the first to be treated goes a long way toward easing his mind. Her scent is calm and the pain doesn't linger, only visible in microexpressions when she moves in a way that provokes the injury. She also smells faintly of Charlemagne's special shifter painkillers. Lucky~ Anya made one joke about Charlie being his dealer due to how comical it was to be handed one outside of a hospital setting and now he's barred from their use. He laughed at her words, eyes crinkling behind his glasses. "What, do you have a secret drug lab too?"
"Pfft! Me? I'm amazing~ Trying not to think about my hair though-" He wrinkles his nose and runs a free hand through the damp ebon-streaked strands. They stopped by a low stream to rinse off the worst of the blood but the viscosity still had his artfully messy hair drying in awkward clumps. The fact bothered him more than the searing itch of his skin regrowing...He's lucky everyone else is too concerned to tease him.
"Teo is-"
"Tired of waiting." The man himself stalks in with a thunderous scowl, and Anya pats his shoulder in apology as he passes. In true feline fashion, he pauses to survey the area by scent rather than sight before finding a seat he deems acceptable and curling into it. His brother delivers the paltry snack with a flourish as if serving an imperious king. Zinoviy's head briefly tilts as if to follow Anya's theatric bow. He lifts his chin with a huff and accepts the warm paper plate. His proud nose wrinkles at the single slice of soft bread but he picks at it with dainty bites. Only after completely swallowing does he say, "Hello...Gospozha Levington." His mouth opens again as if he wants to say more but he thinks better of it and ducks his head.
Zhenya grins as his brother's temperature rises, likely embarassed that she witnessed his childish display.
"Hmhm~ Teo's doing well too! Guess we're just here now~"
"N-nyet!" The ginger weretiger immediately sits up. "I- we- will leave you to your work!" He glares pointedly at Zhenya, who is already looking to make himself comfortable.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 25, 2024 23:24:13 GMT -5
++ Dalian E. Siu-Stapp-- He was waylaid thrice- helping a woman reach an item on a higher shelf, sharing his knowledge about how to find the ripest watermelon, and chasing a wayward toddler around the store to clean up after them- but Dalian managed to complete his grocery shopping earlier than initially anticipated. He loaded everything into his beat-up Ram and was in the act of stepping into the cab when the familiar sound of a sputtering engine drew his attention. One foot on the chrome bar and a hand on the door, he leaned back to eye the shiny Mercedes that had yet to leave the lot. It could just be a fluke- but then he glimpsed the driver's frustrated face and returned his boot to the ground with a tsk.
Dalian closed his scratched door and returned the keys to his pocket- no need to lock it, no one's gonna steal 'ol Dame- and approached with his usual meandering gait. He kept his hands in view and hitched up his smile, stopping a safe distance away to offer a small wave in hopes of getting her attention. She likely couldn't hear him over the sound of her car, but he wasn't about to creep up on a lady and knock on her window without her leave.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 25, 2024 23:28:30 GMT -5
[ Don't know if Nola has her own office or a cubicle? ^^"
And not me finally looking up ways to make the twins sound like their nationality and shamelessly slipping it in 40 pages later...
It'll be much more natural with Kash Money! I actually know Arabic. ;;; Mostly.
Dah is yes, Nyet is no, and Gospozha is the equivalent of 'madame'. Teo is respectful when it comes to people he actually. Respects. ]
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 25, 2024 23:42:43 GMT -5
Random sleepy me thing, but hush when I saw your name for some reason my brain started playing hushabye mountain.)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 25, 2024 23:48:34 GMT -5
[ lol!
BRB going to look that up- ]
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 25, 2024 23:57:51 GMT -5
(I don't have enough brainpower tonight to write anything for Javalle but I have ideas. Typing them all out is too much of a task for my sleepy self to uphold. But I feel so bad for Maria- poor girl. I genuinely did not intend to write Javalle in that sort of manner and I could've reworded things differently. For now, I'm just going to excuse it as him being unapologetically blunt from being fatigued, and he's going to feel extremely guilty about what he said in my next response. Making conversations 10 times more awkward than they needed to be is his specialty.
Also, once the pair reach the pack, anyone can feel free to be extremely skeptical of Javalle. Sure the term 'rogue' and 'kidnpper' will get thrown around a lot. Never am I writing a message this tired again; I sure learned my lesson!)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 26, 2024 0:03:17 GMT -5
(Hey maybe Jack and Javalle could meet up early. He may even defend him since he’s technically an outsider too)
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Post by soot on Jan 26, 2024 12:04:47 GMT -5
. ‘ + Callisto Ayutthaya + ‘ . Callisto’s first mentally listed stop is coffee, maybe a walk in the park with said iced coffee, the weather is nice for it. She’d even gotten those specially fitted shoe insoles so walking in her shoes of most kinds was more comfortable and supportive. Speaking of supportive, her groceries are neatly packed, and some..what-ish sorted. Though that depends on what her tired, sense overstimulated head deems ‘neat’. Tapping the oat milk carton with delicate finger tips, a small ornate silver family ring with a cursive ‘B.A’ engraved into it. Callisto closed the trunk with a thud, making sure she closed it properly before shuffling her way to the drivers side, popping open the door, hopping in, and popping it closed. Spinning her keys with a bit of momentum, she shifts in her seat, buckling it securely before reaching to put the key into the ignition. Callisto pauses in thought, foot tapping against the gas pedal, the engine still off and sleeping. Work has been.. over busy lately, people leaving work early, worried of the recent ‘animal’ attacks, not wanting to stay out too late, and Griffindale has had a recent uptick of people traveling for the summer. It’s not a surprise, but busy means staying late, and not getting as much sleep, as as completely capable of her job as she is thank-you-very-much. But it’s been a lot. She supposes she’ll handle it. Glancing at the watch on her wrist, faced inside.. yeah, she should be able to stop by, get a drink, drop off groceries.. than walk. And with the turn of her key, and the sound of the car equivalent of a cat choking on their own fur ball is all her sensitive ears hear, cringing. Face going from wince, cringe, confusion, frustration.. And a sigh. A very long drawn out sigh, turning her key one more time, just to try, unsurprised but disappointed. Callisto is near ready to pull out her phone and call the closest mechanic when she sees a wave from the corner of her vision, bright jungle green eyes turning with her head. She quirks a brow for a moment, looking the… cowboy over for a few moments, before realizing. Callisto gives a slight smile, expression still tinged with the current predicament. She pops open her door, stepping out carefully, looking up to the taller.. her eyes widen just a tinge at his scent before calming her expression. Her head tilts, hands held up in front of her neatly, “Would.. it be safe to assume you might know how to help with my car?” She asks, blunt, but a polite front. And slightly begging. |
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Post by soot on Jan 26, 2024 15:18:41 GMT -5
.’ * Nola Levington * ‘. Nola shifted, hooking one hoot around the other, hairpin twirling in about twenty more pirouettes than she can do without a warmup. She lets out a quiet sound of amusement, before settling quickly, glad to hear there’s at least no particularly bad news for the doctor or his son. “A neurotic Hawk? That is definitely one way to explain it...” Nola mumbles, giving him a plain, but observing look. “A secret drug-? It’s called an old family recipe.” Nola actually lets out a quiet laugh at that, grabbing a small little twist off container from her pocket, wiggling it. To be fair, if there used to be something illegal in the recipe at some point, Nola wouldn’t be fully surprised, considering her great grandmother made it. She offers it to him, for use or plain examining it, whichever he decides at his reassurance that he’s doing simply fantastic. And if he doesn’t use it, or at least examine it, she’ll politely insist. Nola gives his hair a quirked look, compared to usual his hair looks a little.. sad. She can tell that’s definitely uncomfortable. Glancing to her pocket, hand rifling. Does she have a spare comb..? She almost always carries one. Just in case, who knows what might happen, a rogue attack? Comb. She’s just about to pull out an intricate, but well worn wooden comb when she see’s Zinoviy. Nola gives him a curious, than understanding look. Nola’s been.. a bit tired, taking a cat nap is very tempting. Though she’s more surprised at Zinoviy’s display than anything, she gives a small smile at his greeting, “Bonjour, Comment allez vous?” She says idly, a hand raised in a habitual wave, her fiddling hand moving to settle in her lap. (~ *Jazz hands* ~) “Ah, ah. It’s fine, Zinoviy. Sit down, the company is more than welcome.” She replies offhandedly, shooing her hand. “I need something to keep me awake…” she mumbles, sighing and pinching her nose before looking at her laptop screen. The medicine did make her slightly dozy, not to mention staying up through yesterday, last night, and today so far. To say she’s tired, and achy.. is a tiny bit of an understatement, but she’ll be fine, minus a new scar or two (Bear claws are a . Pausing, she glances to Zhenya. “Did you finish your report?” She asks, head leaning to stretch side to side before finishing the last few sentences of her paragraph, keys near silently clacking. She’s tired, yet extremely fidgety, foot tapping, hand moving to readjust the high ponytail on her head, or her jacket. Nola leans forward again, one hand tapping a recently familiarized tune against the scroller of the laptop, other hand actually scrolling to check for any spelling errors. ‘Rouge’? No, ‘rogue’. |
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Post by soot on Jan 26, 2024 20:24:08 GMT -5
(Oh-! Oops.. don’t mind me just.. fixing that error ^^”
*confused staring*
Oh, that makes sense for his character! Her family and such was very encouraging (and somewhat expecting) of the path, so she went with it! She’s a real smart cookie with her line of work, and almost just as much so in observing people. It’s always cool to see someone who took the time to learn outside of schooling though, and from those around them!
As for that ahh, ^^’ a cubicle makes sense, maybe one of those office rooms with multiple desks, but not quite cubicles if that makes sense? She’s decided to do her work elsewhere, mostly for the couch to work on in the break room, haha.
*relatable*
Kash money- It’ll.. probably be more of the ‘40’ pages later thing for Callisto, heha-
And pfft. Ah yes, respect xD Nola’s just like ‘oh yes, a decent human being? Bonjour-‘)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 26, 2024 21:20:03 GMT -5
++ Zinoviy Metaxas
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Anya reached for what he assumed to be a proffered item with a coo of interest- a soft lilting hum that would sound more at home in a cat than a tiger- and promptly twisted open the lid to sniff it. He then extended it for his twin to examine, which the anxious redhead did out of habit more than anything.
"Ho~? Smells like it has some good stuff. On the complete opposite end of the spectrum from our family recipes~" Zhenya laughed and Teo merely frowned harder.
"I'm fine." The taller shifter's head briefly turns toward the brunette, his words emerging in more of a sigh than a growl this time. He nudges his brother and Zhenya obligingly replaces the cap and sets Nola's 'secret remedy' on the table before her. It sits a little lopsided and he nudges it into place.
He is reluctant to obey but finds his decision made for him with her next words. Zinoviy slowly settles back into his seat, biting back the habitual scolding he usually delivers onto Anya when his twin makes a similar statement. It really isn't his place, he doesn't know Nola Levington- but it still bothers him that she's not resting as she should be. He tilts his head at the sound of rhythmic tapping and the now familiar fidgeting- rustling cloth and shifting hair- that he's come to associate with her presence.
"Eh? I'll be done when you are." Anya's tone is dismissive. He perches precariously on the metal arm of Zinoviy's chair and waves his phone nonchalantly. "We're just here to keep you company~"
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++ Dalian E. Siu-Stapp
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Deep green eyes peer up at him from underneath dark bangs. There's still a slight tightness to her features but her stance remains loose, unitimidated. Having fully emerged from her vehicle, he gets a perfumed waft of her scent- Well damn, she wouldn't be. Jaguars are rare so the distinction isn't diffcult to parse from the general olfactory assault that is the grungy parking lot of a human-dense town. He's encountered more western big cats than anything but the one jaguar he encountered wasn't quite so...small. She's about eye level with his chest and he shifts his casual stance in an effort to look her in the eye more comfortably. Saved the burden of explaining his presence, Dalian returns her smile with half the effort but twice the warmth. "That it would, ma'am~"
He rolls his shoulders back and slides one callused hand into his pocket, gesturing toward her car with the other. "Couldn't help but overhear that yer havin' some trouble. Mind if I take a look?"
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 26, 2024 21:35:55 GMT -5
[ lol you're fine!
Hmhm, I can see that! So is her being an overachiever a side-effect of her family's expectations?
Yeah he was not going to spend half his life writing essays lol
If he can't avoid it, Dez prefers the hands-on approach, and he might as well capitalize on his connections~
So does she work in a space in view of the other officers? I watch cop shows so I'm trying to apply that for an idea of the layout ^^"
As a detective Anya doesn't have an office and is likely based in a separate section of the building but he'd be familiar with where the regular officers work because he's always patrolling and making connections haha
Anya would definitely call him that... Pfft-
Anya: "The decentest!" ]
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Post by bluedawn on Jan 26, 2024 23:34:40 GMT -5
(Hey guys! Sorry I was gone for a few days, our internet went down after our latest snow storm!)
Alanna looked sharply at Delvin, trying to shove down the alarm that had quickly risen at his question. "Um... err..." she stuttered. "Far away from here." she finally mumbled out, not meeting his gaze. She turned her head away to hide her face.
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Post by soot on Jan 27, 2024 0:12:26 GMT -5
.’ * Nola C. Levington * ‘. Nola let him take it without complaint, finger tips already rubbing together to do something. Her first reaction was to give Zhenya a blank stare at his comment. Her grandma would be in heaven thorough agreement with him, and she’s a little sad she’s not here.. that would have been a genuinely pleasant interaction. She would like him. “You should have tried it when the ingredients were still legal..” She mumbles in a quiet, almost too quiet for normal human ears to hear. Nola’s already half focused on three misspells she already sees on her screen, a tad regretting of her quick response to Zinoviy. She.. should have worded that differently. Her intent wasn’t to make him seem like a child.. Blinking idly, well, can’t exactly take words back, and he doesn’t seem to be having a bad reaction (or Anya) so she sends an apologetic look of possible boundary crossing towards Zinoviy. Nola’s scent already tinged or slightly sour regret. Nola quirks a brow at Zhenya, (expressions work there-) looking at his absolute lack of any device to write a report on… hm, maybe he already finished? She has been a little fidgety (more than usual-) and tired. That makes Nola mentally pause the fidgeting of her hands, and boots. It works for a few moments before she responds. “Company is ah, always welcomed..” Nudging at the wonky key on her keyboard. “They’re called the ‘Crimson Bloods’, right?” Nola’s eyes squint. She asks distractedly, fingers typing away, backspacing, and retyping.. and that’s four typos in the last forty seconds. When do they need this report again..? Her expression is mildly, visibly twisted at the pain returning to her shoulder, and the exhaustion coming to her in waves. She sets her head in her hands for a moment, palming at her eyes with a sigh before looking up to her laptop. Oh dear. She forgot dyslexia got worse the more tired you get. Well, didn’t forget, slipped her mind. Normally it’s barely intrusive but… words are starting to smoosh together and drift like rotting wood in a river. |
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Post by soot on Jan 27, 2024 0:13:09 GMT -5
You’re good, Blue! Hope you’re doing good after the storm ^^]
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Post by soot on Jan 27, 2024 0:46:13 GMT -5
. ‘ + Callisto Ayutthaya + ‘ . It’s only when Callisto looks up, and he responds with a slight, but obviously genuine smile.. that she realizes quite how short she is compared to him. And when she almost instantly remembers her manners, instead of bluntly asking for help.. like she just did. Nimble fingers carefully tuck a small stray (always happens with ponytails, why are they so difficult?) hair, trying to give a more genuine smile at the man’s offer to help her. Callisto’s shoulders are slightly relaxed from her near perfect posture, drooping at his quick but genuine response. “I would not mind at all.” She replies, still having to slightly crane her neck up to stare intently as what her slightly stalling brain identifies as a.. fox-shifter. Again, if her stalling, for some reason tired brain is correct.. she’s worked a lot with different shifters, and seeing fox-shifters work in finances isn’t out of place at all. So, to say the least, she’s the tiniest bit curious as to.. who this may be. Turning to glance at her car, nose scrunching for a moment before going back to a more relaxed position, she sighs, hand raised to gesture toward it similarly. “Thank you for the help. Ah, it was doing perfectly fine earlier… I think?” She pauses, head tilting with an expression of thought. Did it sound off earlier? None of the lights were on.. She thinks. Callisto pauses again, turning towards the (tall as he-) cowboy. “Oh- I’m so sorry, I almost forgot. I’m Bu- Callisto Ayutthaya.” She introduces herself, hand offered in a polite handshake. More genuine this time, eyes a little more warm, offer a little less business transaction seeming. Manners and politeness first, car later. Not too later though, she has frozen food in the back of her trunk. And milk. |
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Post by soot on Jan 27, 2024 1:02:52 GMT -5
(A bit! It was a mix of her personality and her family, naturally she was a bit ambitious with her field, well, more like figuring if she’s gonna do it, may as well do it as good as she’s able to do so. And her family very much so encouraged her.
I can definitely see why he wouldn’t want to! Callisto was fully happy to do so though, she works with finances.. so writing and mathematics (and occasional reasoning) was something she was happy and proud to do.
Mhm! Think.. ah, have you seen criminal minds? Sort of like that, but in a smaller space?
I can imagine others in the office just looking at the time, and waiting for the usual Anya patrol, pfft. I figure the break room is sort of a decently sized room with a couch or two, a few chairs, a coffee maker, and a microwave, maybe a mini fridge.
Pfft- Nola is a big fan of decent people! ^^ also! Let me know how long you want this interaction for and such. Nola’s tired.. so might go home for the day sometime soon if she doesn’t push finishing her report currently (taking a day off after being attacked seems reasonable I think-?), then I’ll throw her somewhere.. sometime, haha ^^’ maybe with Anya again sometime, while at work another day, or with Charlemagne? Only if you want to do another one though! Just trying to figure out where to put her next after we finish this one (which I’m happy to continue!!)
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Post by bluedawn on Jan 27, 2024 2:05:32 GMT -5
(We're doing alright soot! It was just a really boring few days being snowed in lol.)
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