|
|
Post by soot on Jul 18, 2024 12:20:27 GMT -5
Thank you! I adore the fact that I finally figured out how to use those patterns properly, or else that dress would have been a nightmare-))
|
|
|
|
Post by bloodrosepelt on Jul 18, 2024 18:32:09 GMT -5
Nola Levington
The day had been hectic with yesterday’s.. events. Nola dealing with a few minor effects she always gets after the full moon are barely a bother with how busy she’s been. Well, less busy, and more so just a constant wracking of memories from last night, and speaking with the other shifters that has been in contact with the rogue shifters last night as well. Besides having to have more regulations around town due to a sudden rise of animals effecting a few things around town. Nola was happy for her break, stretching her arms above her head with a small pop from her back. Careful of her still injured arm of course, it is making a pretty decent recovery already though, but not fully of course. It’ll take some time, with how deep it was, and how she got it. It was a quick thing of getting herself somewhat de-geared, though not fully of course. A walk seemed nice right now, the weather, if a bit hot.. her legs have felt horrifically tight and somewhat painful with all the sitting, and running, and the whole fight with shifters trying to possibly kill them. So, a walk. It was almost evening by now, she’s been at work since early this morning, so it’s her first full break. But she’ll be getting off early today. Nola huffs at a loose strand in front of her face from her normally clean, and slicked back bun. She was quite exhausted this morning. The weather is pleasant though, so she enjoys that, debating if she should get a small snack. Maybe run by the grocery store, and get one of those pre-made sandwiches. Nola forgot to make lunch. Which. She… was mildly frustrated with, mixed with the exhaustion, and injury, and the post full moon shifting effects. Not all that pleasant. Thankfully, once she’s off today, she’ll be able to head to the library after (even if she wants a nap more than anything) for a bit of general helping out. It seemed to be just another normal day for Jenna as she dug through the large garbage bin behind the grocery store. She didn't know if it was because the prior nights full moon, but she was hungry something fierce. Those pizza and breadsticks scraps from earlier just weren't enough to fill her up. As she dug through the discarded food scraps she found a promising goodie. She picked up a medium size watermelon that had these black little patches spotted around it. Oh and the spots were kinda fuzzy, neat. Now most normal people would have just put the fruit down, but not her. She hopped out of the giant metal can, melon firmly held in her tiny arms. Now she just needed something to open this bad boy up and she would be in business. Maybe a good whack from a rock would do the trick? As she started to walk away with her bounty a gruff "ahem" came from behind her. Slowly turning to face the noise her eyes shrank at the sight of the grocery store's bloody smock wearing deli man. Perched between his lips was a freshly lit cigarette. Chuckling nervously she raised her trashy prize above her head before breaking off into mad dash while yelling "Mine" over and over again. As she ran she could hear the pounding of the workers shoes as he chased after her, all the while yelling at her to "freeze" or "get back here". This little game of tag dragged itself through the store and into its parking lot. Whelp, this was a lot. Tell me if you want me to change anything. Have fun.) |
|
|
|
Post by lazzylake on Jul 18, 2024 23:34:08 GMT -5
(Bump. This is a quick reminder for myself to get started with Javalle's reply!)
|
|
|
|
Post by lazzylake on Jul 19, 2024 0:57:02 GMT -5
At Jack's nod of reluctant approval, Javalle rose from their comfortable seat and gently pushed the chair in its place. He paused at Adeline's confirmation and turned with a nearly apologetic glance, ashamed he couldn't tell her any truthful details. "Thank you. We'll return as soon as we can," came his vague, flat reply.
Javalle gestured with a light tip of his head for Jack to travel with him, the former keeping an even pace with the latter to ensure their recovering leg (or fatigue) would have time getting to speed. Their destination was the supernatural aisle once more, one because getting there was already an easy feat, and two, it was exceptionally rare for someone to come by and scoop up a selection from all these unbelievable titles. Scanning the barcodes each morning made Javalle quite confident in that aspect. But looking over their shoulder once or twice did narrow that gap of uncertainty.
Once the cover was clear, Javalle examined Jack, but not too scrutinously. The scent of the forest still clung to him like a leaf on a branch. But the were-lynx scrunched up their face at an acrid note under it, almost covering up some more severe injuries that smelled even worse than their leg. He couldn't place a finger on it, and frankly, it was making them a bit irritated.
How hard did Jack get beat up last night?
"So," The feline shifter began with an uncomfortable cough, " I apologize for the- informality of this interview. Wait no, don't think of it as that- I'm just... " Javalle caught themselves rambling and figured it would be best to get to the point. "How did things go last night? I see your leg is in better shape- but you seem exhausted. Do you think you're... well enough to begin work tomorrow?" |
|
|
|
Post by bloodrosepelt on Jul 19, 2024 18:52:52 GMT -5
Howdy all.)
|
|
|
|
Post by soot on Jul 19, 2024 18:59:08 GMT -5
Howdy howdy! I'll be working on my reply either later today or tomorrow ^^ !
|
|
|
|
Post by Junospower on Jul 19, 2024 23:30:01 GMT -5
(I drew up Adeline in that dress I mentioned before, that she made! ^v^) (Okay but what if first date outfit??? Like I’m now picturing that this is her showing up for their first date. Also working on reply now) |
|
|
|
Post by soot on Jul 19, 2024 23:42:22 GMT -5
(Ooo, I could totally see that! Imagine she panicked and made the dress herself cause she couldn’t find something to wear that she liked-
Also! She’s wearing a moon necklace ^-^ with Jack in mind! lol, I thought that was cute!)
|
|
|
|
Post by Junospower on Jul 20, 2024 0:01:59 GMT -5
So he look worse than he felt. Great. Just how bad was it last night?
He can see Javalle scrunch up his nose, likely either smelling the few wounds that were healing or whatever medicine Adeline had given him- it. That thing he turned into was not him.
“The um… The leg’s okay, I guess. I think it’s just stuck like this. It’s never going to get any better, but I can walk better on it than I did while I woke up in the hospital. I’ll be fine to come into work tomorrow after some rest,” Jack answered, making sure to keep his voice low so prying ears couldn’t hear, “but I guess last night was rough, not that I remember any of it.”
Though he towers over the were-feline, Jack felt so immensely small at this moment. He hated what he was now, and talking about it with someone like him didn’t make him feel better about it, it only made him feel worse. Javalle, Delvin, Roger, and the rest of the pack were born like this. He wasn’t and he felt so alone.
But who knows? Maybe he was worried over nothing and not being in control is normal. Right?
(Spoiler alert Jack: No, no it’s not normal. You’re an anomaly you poor poor idiot)
|
|
|
|
Post by Junospower on Jul 20, 2024 0:02:40 GMT -5
(Ooo, I could totally see that! Imagine she panicked and made the dress herself cause she couldn’t find something to wear that she liked- Also! She’s wearing a moon necklace ^-^ with Jack in mind! lol, I thought that was cute!) (AAAAAAAAAAAAAA THAT SO CUTE) |
|
|
|
Post by lazzylake on Jul 20, 2024 0:10:49 GMT -5
(I'll say it again. Both your ideas for Jack and Adeline are SO CUTE. This pairing has stolen my entire heart)
|
|
|
|
Post by Junospower on Jul 20, 2024 0:11:42 GMT -5
(I’m ride or die with this now)
|
|
|
|
Post by soot on Jul 20, 2024 0:20:55 GMT -5
( Ahk, they’re just so precious;>; ))
|
|
|
|
Post by lazzylake on Jul 20, 2024 0:21:47 GMT -5
(Oh, poor Jack  Javalle is going to feel very guilty when he realizes their not helping his situation very much) |
|
|
|
Post by Junospower on Jul 20, 2024 0:27:48 GMT -5
(Nah, Jack kinda needs that kinda wake up call that he’s a freak. It builds character)
|
|
|
|
Post by lazzylake on Jul 20, 2024 0:34:34 GMT -5
(Pfft, well he certainly wouldn't put it THAT way- he would just find it odd he can't remember anything. Javalle thinks he has a very weird and rare case of shifter amnesia)
|
|
|
|
Post by soot on Jul 21, 2024 19:03:14 GMT -5
Nola had her attention dragged from the library to-.. shouting? She looked over to see a very small child, and a fully grown man chasing after them. Oh dear. With zero reluctance, Nola turning her direction, and jogging over, she quickly makes her way over, boots lift on her feet after years of experience. She’s used to having to hold her entire body weight whilst balancing on her toes, so it’s thankfully, as they say, no biggie. Cutting off the little one’s.. current direction of running is simple enough, Nola with a quickly gentle expression. “ Hey-“ She starts, before promptly grunting as the child- absolutely barrels into herself. She pauses, making sure the small girl doesn’t lose her balance as the not quite so gentle-man runs over. It’s such an easy to pick up scent, that this girl is a shifter. And to pick up the scent of neglect all over her, similar to when she’d been in the city her academy was at. It instantly worries her. ( bloodrosepelt) |
|
|
|
Post by soot on Jul 21, 2024 19:08:04 GMT -5
Adeline let the pair leave her by her lonesome. Her attention shifted towards the computer in front of her. She readjusts her chair, sitting closer to the desk, and puts a hand one the mouse, other hovering near the keyboard. She drags the mouse over to the previously mentioned green button, and clicks it. It’s rather nice having an actual computer, rather than a laptop for once.
The information it self is rather simple, name, Adeline Nicholson, and her phone number. She adds the optional email as well, just in case she loses her phone… or something.
Then came the dreaded phone confirmation. Which.. was much simpler, and quicker than she’d thought it’d be. A simple, quick confirmation with another nice employee. She already forgot the other woman’s name, but their efficiency was very appreciated.
Not quite as pleasant as the other librarian, but good enough. It’s rather nice to see an actually well staffed library.
Adeline ignores them for a moment after the application registered her as complete, instead typing her library code into her notes on her phone.
She decides to stay at the computer after the other staff leaves, wanting to browse before she’s.. sort of interrupted.
I’m waiting for a response, you know. As much as I enjoy my own company, I’m not speaking where you can hear for no reason, Adeline.
Adeline feels herself frees when they- it? Whoever says her name. The oddest feeling of wooziness rises with the panic.
She rests her head in her hands for a moment, before quietly muttering. “Who exactly is it waiting for a response? Am I-? What the hell?”
Very eloquently put.
|
|
|
|
Post by bloodrosepelt on Jul 21, 2024 19:41:02 GMT -5
‘Run, don’t stop running. Loud smelly man wants to take food, my food,’ ran through Jenna’s mind as she evaded capture from the grocery worker. He didn’t find it so he can’t have it. This little show had gathered a small crowd of people, not that she really paid attention.
At yet another yell from the man she turned her head and blew a raspberry at him. Annoying grownup just won’t leave her alone.
When she finally turned her gaze forward, her pupils shrank as she saw she was barreling towards some lady. She tried to stop, but failed horribly. As she hit the adult, only staying on her feet due to the lady’s help, she unintentionally dropped her Mellon on the ground.
Frantically she moved away from the adult and went to pick up her food. However, as her hands were about to touch the fruit a boot slammed down into it, breaking it open. A gruff growl came from the worker, a single word escaping his maw, “Leave.”
|
|
|
|
Post by soot on Jul 21, 2024 19:58:24 GMT -5
Nola had a very opinionated response to exactly what a fully grown man just did to a clearly neglected child. All she does is raise a hand, and shoo everyone away. “It’s alright, I’ll handle this.” She says blankly, sending a steely stare towards the.. what, grocery worker?
Nola sighed. Taking head of the small crowd and situation that caused it in the first place, and looked down towards the little one that bumped into her. “Hello.” She addresses the adult man, and the child, “I’m Nola Levington, I work for the police department here in Griffindale.” She explains, helpfully pulling out her wallet, showing her badge.
She gives a soft look, and offers a question. “What exactly is happening here?”
|
|
|
|
Post by bloodrosepelt on Jul 21, 2024 20:19:03 GMT -5
The grocery store worker looked at Nola and huffed. Removing his foot from the rooting fruit he said, “This rat was stealing what didn’t belong to her.” As he said this he pointed at Jenna, who was looking through the mess to try and find something to still eat.
When she heard the man call her a rat she looked up at him and glared. “I am not a rat you big meany! I am a raccoon!” She yelled. She picked up some of the more mushy melon and throw it at the man’s chest. “Besides, I found it in the giant metal box so it was mine!”
As it went splat against the man he just inched closer to her, his fists balled up in anger.
Whoops, that might not have been the smartest.
With a slight squeak she stood up and ran behind the lady she ran into. She already had one melon crushed today, no sense in having her’s crushed alongside it.
|
|
|
|
Post by soot on Jul 21, 2024 23:26:34 GMT -5
Nola felt the usual mild feeling of flabbergastedness she gets when adults act like.. this. Overly reactive, and completely disregardent. Nola reacts calmly herself.
“Sir, frankly, she went on public property, and went through a dumpster. I’ll make sure she doesn’t do so again, but I strongly upurge you to contact the local authorities if you’re having issues like this, rather than trying to deal with it yourself-“ She says, keeping a polite, but serious tone. People tend to react better when she reacts genuinely to their situation..
She internally sighs when the child’s action causes them to run behind Nola for defense. “I’ll deal with them. You can file a report, and I’ll make sure to speak with you again later for a thorough one myself, if you’d prefer. Again. My name is Nola Levington, if you want to speak with me.” Before he can bother with a response, Nola turns around, and shooes the child, urging her to walk away from the little scene that people have already end started filing away from.
Nola resist, once again, a sigh. Once they’re far enough away (from irrational adults), she kneels down. “What’s your name?” She asks.
|
|
|
|
Post by bloodrosepelt on Jul 22, 2024 0:14:41 GMT -5
The grocery store worker just huffed as he waved his hand dismissively at Nola. Turning away from everyone he just walked back to his job. The last thing he said being, “Annoying street rat.”
Jenna heard this and just called out, “Raccoon, not rat!” Seriously why does everyone call her that? She was a raccoon, not a rat it is not that hard.
Now with the mean man was gone she looked at the melon remains and rubbed her hands together excitedly. Now she can get the good stuff from what was left. However, before she could try and get her scraps this Nola lady moved her away from it.
Oh come on, she just wanted a bit of fuzzy Watermelon! Is that such a bad thing?
Once away from the crowd of people she turned her head to the side as the lady crouched down to her height. “My name?” she questioned. A giant smiled plastered itself on her face she said, “My name in Jenna, Jenna Ringtail!”
|
|
|
|
Post by soot on Jul 22, 2024 0:38:58 GMT -5
Nola resignedly ignores the shared words between the grocery worker, and the little shifter girl, and sets her full attention on the little one.
And she’s going to make an educated guess that she’s perhaps a raccoon. And that.. she’s not too informed of the whole shifter thing being something to not casually tell people not specifically in the know.
“Jenna Ringtail? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She says softly at the girls smile, “I’m, as you probably know now, Nola Levington. I’m with the police department here in town.” She explains softly, arms resting on her knees.
“Would it… be alright if I asked you a couple of questions?” Nola asks, having a somewhat serious, but soft tone.
The protocol with children is normally hold them for now, until they can contact the nearest or most recommended orphanage nearby. But since she’s a shifter..
The best she could think of is taking her to the Blackwood’s, which means not getting her into the system. Crap. She might need longer than her break.
She’ll call one of her coworker shifters when her break is almost over, and instead opts to likely inform the little one- Jenna - of her situation, and probabaly help get her cleaned up.
And food, if she wanted that molded watermelon.. then yeah, maybe for first than clean her.
|
|
|
|
Post by bloodrosepelt on Jul 22, 2024 13:32:39 GMT -5
Jenna looked at Nola as she introduced herself. So this lady was a police, huh. She wasn't as mean as the normal ones she has dealt with. Most police that she has meet has chased her around trying to take found prizes or food. For some reason no one understood that she found them so they were hers.
Smiling she shrugged before saying, "Okay, I can answer so questions police lady." Letting out and excited gasp she said, "It can be a Game! You ask a question, I answer, then I ask you one, and then you answer. It will be so fun!"
She then started to excitedly rock from the balls of her feet to the heels. She loved games, but for some reason no one really ever wanted to play with her.
|
|
|
|
Post by soot on Jul 23, 2024 0:56:36 GMT -5
Nola smiled lightly at that, nodding, “That’s perfect then, thank you Jenna for sparing the time.” She replies, curious and worried thoughts racing through her head. Nola is of course worried about.. the girls health. There’s not many obvious scents of injury, besides hunger pangs, and- well, the need for some cleaning, and general hygiene, Nola looks slightly heartbroken at the excited look in the girls face at the mention of making it into a game, and humors her, for the girls sake, and to make this generally better than a gentle interrogation. “A game like that sounds fun to me. Mind if I go first, Jenna?” She asks, nodding when the girl answers with an affirmative. “Alright… let me start. Something simple, hm? Well, just to make sure I’m able to help you, as it’s my job, these questions might seem a bit odd, if that’s alright?” She asks, before asking her first question. “First.. what’s your favorite food? A dinner meal, or a specific fruit, whichever.”( bloodrosepelt ) |
|
|
|
Post by bloodrosepelt on Jul 23, 2024 9:01:47 GMT -5
Jenna just continued to rock back and forth on her feet as she listened to Nola explain stuff. Giggling she said, “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. Now come on let’s start playing already!” She wasn’t good at waiting, especially when it came to stuff she wanted to do.
She then excitedly ran around Nola as she asked her what her favorite food was. Oh she loved food! “Oh I love a lot of foods! Fuzzy pineapple pizza, black stone bread, smelly cheese, and apricots are some of the best though,” she giddily exclaimed. All this talk about food suddenly made her stomach rumble loudly.
Stopping in her tracks she looked at her tummy, raising her shirt up high enough to look at her emaciated stomach. Oh yeah, she first came here for food.
Shaking her head, she decided to worry about food later. Right now she had a game to play! Running back in front of Nola she spoke, “Alright now it is my turn! Why do people always chase me, or yell at me, when I find my food or shiny stuff things? Don’t people know finders keepers and losers weepers?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Junospower on Jul 24, 2024 16:44:21 GMT -5
(bump)
|
|
|
|
Post by boragesky on Jul 25, 2024 15:32:30 GMT -5
Name: Berlioz De Croix
Description: Berlioz stands at 4'9 and has a light russet-toned complexion, along with stunning blue eyes. Her hair is black and has messy curls. For a young child, she's oddly nimble and a bit muscular in shape. She often is seen wearing long sleeves and overalls, and wears a necklace with a 3D Saturn-Like Emblem. She also wears thin, round-rimmed golden glasses.
Age: In-between 10-12 (I was curious about possibly creating a werefeline child who had their first shift early and is like: Wth man-)
What you are: Were-Feline
Creature Description: Berlioz keeps her same height, but generally looks more thicker due to the excess fur. She takes on the appearance of a Birman cat, having light whitish-beige fur, dark brown points, and also has white paws. Her necklace and glasses also seem to be a bit more radiant and vibrant, as if they're glowing.
Personality: Berlioz is a gentle soul, a lot more calmer than most kids her age. She's most friendly to those who are with The Primal Bloods, but also is friendly to non-shifting humans. She seems to behave like a mediator often, too.
Background: Berlioz used to live in Marseille, France before she travelled with her family to go somewhere else. For the longest time she never knew why, but the real reason was that someone was after her (Berlioz) and to avoid her being harmed, they had to flee France for good. The reason she was gonna be harmed, and at first she didn't know this, was because she was a werefeline, a Birman werefeline. Birman werefelines in France were sacred, but even though if she was harmed the person would've been sentenced to death, her family went away anyways.
Family: N/A (RAWR- /j Open! Please tell me if you're interested, this poor kid-)
Romantic Interests: N/A (And never will. She's a closeted aroace. (I would also LOVE IT if anyone were to RP with Berlioz to have her discover her identity))
Other: She's a performing arts prodigy, and is part of The Primal Bloods as being 'adopted' into the group.
Sn: boragesky |
|
|
|
Post by Junospower on Jul 25, 2024 15:34:58 GMT -5
(Well hello there)
|
|
Javalle is going to feel very guilty when he realizes their not helping his situation very much)
