god save the king;

"I'm beat when you beat out of my chest." clarisse king. call me clara. 19 years old. college student. ask more to know more, but i probably won't tell.

[morgan-anders]

Night Out | Morgan & Clarisse

Morgan quickly packed up her desk for the night. Her receptionist job at Clay Time Studio was close enough to what she used to do that she didn’t need to be retrained, but different enough that it didn’t feel like she was back in Ripper’s office. It helped that her new boss wasn’t a corrupt politician who called her to cater to his every whim. Morgan quickly drove home, then changed from her work clothes into one of her favorite bar outfits. The shirt was low cut so showed off plenty of cleavage, and the skirt was long enough that her ass was covered, but she wouldn’t be able to bend over without causing a scandal. As she went through the garage to get back to her car, she noted that Damien’s bike was gone, so he was most likely already at work. She smirked, and drove the ten minutes to the bar. She walked in and greeted Jared as she claimed a stool. “Captain Coke, please sweetie.”

[claraking]

Clarisse had never been the type to go to bars, or even drink. But with the copious amount of stress that school and her father had been giving her, she figured that she could use a drink. Besides, it would give her a chance to try out the fake ID that her neighbor's pesky son had given her. Of course, she was initially reluctant with the decision of going to a bar, but she knew that she didn't want to be the person that waited until they were legal to do something. "Just a pint of beer, thanks," she told the bartender, waving the ID in his face. She sat down on the stool and placed her clutch in front of her.

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[roscoe-oconnell]

I Find that Funny || Roscoe & Clarisse

[roscoe-oconnell]

Roscoe had never enjoyed being teased. It was no secret that he wasn’t very bright, and being teased made him feel as if he were missing something even more than usual. Anger flared within him, and the only thing that kept him from wrapping a hand around the girl’s throat was the quickly thinning crowd that still lingered. Before long they would be alone, and then he could beat her as he pleased. “I treat women as ladies when they act like ladies. Act as you wish to be treated, love.”

[claraking]

Clarisse was visibly displeased with the man in front of her, though that was how she felt with most of the people she had come across. Of course, she knew that if they were to get violent, she could take them easily -- assuming they were human. But that wasn't always the case. She scoffed lightly at the male's response, her eyes rolling as she shifted her glance to the people leaving the area. "'Well behaved women rarely make history,'" she recited a quote she heard when she was younger. "What are you going to do?"

[roscoe-oconnell]

I Find that Funny || Roscoe & Clarisse

[roscoe-oconnell]

A familiar ache began boiling in the pit of his stomach. Either this girl was flirting with him, poorly, or she was trying to piss him off. If this went on much longer he might not be able to control himself. The mental image of his fist colliding with the alabaster skin of her cheek sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. When he spoke once more, the words came out with a deadly chill wrapped around his normally genial accent. “Now miss, you’d do well to learn some manners. It doesn’t matter whether you desired the encounter or not, it happened. Now, you can either turn tail and run, or tell me your name like a good little girl.”

[claraking]

Angering strangers seemed to be an ability Clarisse possessed, though she didn't do it intentionally. She could easily tell that she had angered the male in front of her with her manners, though she didn't exactly think they were too terrible. Of course, she would be biased to believe that, but everyone was a bit biased when it came to their nature. She couldn't help but feel the venom in his words as he said them, though she made sure to stay visibly unaffected. "Now, is that how you treat a lady?" She teased lightly.

[claraking]

look alive; clarisse & jared

[jared-sanders]

It was like this girl wanted to see how far she could push him, and Jared found himself simultaneously grateful and irritated that his wolf was currently so dormant. He didn’t appreciate what he took as a thinly veiled threat, and he was tempted to purposely wake his wolf just to teach this girl a lesson. He wouldn’t change, because that would be stupid (and physically impossible), but he was able to bring just enough of the wolf out in his personality that this girl would realize her mistake. He wasn’t going to yet, but he kept the option open for if she kept pushing his buttons. “I’m sorry, how can you possibly tell what kind of ‘type’ I am from a thirty second conversation?” He crossed his arms. “And even though you can apparently,” he looked at the knives scattered around the tree, “kind of throw knives, I have a feeling I can take care of myself a bit better than a little girl.”

[claraking]

Clarisse found it funny how easily he snapped at a simple comment. From years of observation, she noticed the obvious difference in people when it came to taking comments from a stranger. Some appear ignorant to it, while others snap almost instantly. She felt her eyebrows rise ever so slightly at the male. "Ever heard of a thing called first impression?" She asked, tilting her head. A small smirk appeared in her lips when he took note of the number of missed knives that laid around the tree. "Moving targets and still targets are different. Should I get the timing right, I could throw the knife a tad bit earlier and it would hit you depending on your speed. Besides, the knives aren't my specialty."

[claraking]

look alive; clarisse & jared

[jared-sanders]

This girl was on edge about something, Jared could feel it. He was just glad that they were still so close to the new moon - if the wolf had been any stronger, he would have had an internal battle about turning this girl into a chase. Again, he did his best to quell those thoughts. The thoughts that made him feel less human. Though he enjoyed the power and strength that came with being a wolf, he hated that his humanity seemed to be slowly leaving him; he was worried about what would remain. “I’m just running.” He motioned down to the ribbed tank and basketball shorts he was wearing. “You know, exercise? I prefer being surrounded by trees instead of buildings.” Yet another side effect of his wolf. Before the incident, he was perfectly happy in the city.

[claraking]

Clarisse didn't think people would run in the woods. She didn't see a trail as she was coming in, so she assumed that nobody really bothered to go out and venture into the woods. Especially not as far as she was. If people really did jog through the woods, she needed to pick a new spot to train, considering she could expose herself to the wrong kind. She looked the male up and down, an opinion of him already forming. "You don't quite strike me as the running in the woods type," she commented. "And you're alone? Hmm, I'd be careful if I were you. You could've been turned into a bored girl's target."

[roscoe-oconnell]

I Find that Funny || Roscoe & Clarisse

[roscoe-oconnell]

Something between amusement and irritation shot through Roscoe at her bitter response. It wasn’t often that women were unfazed by his charm, and it was even more rare that they completely shirked him such as she had. “Generally it’s polite to give introductions when first encountering someone. Since the fist impression you gave was so rude, I attempted to alleviate the negativity. It seems you are determined to thwart my attempts though.” Proud of himself for, he hoped, properly using big words he hooked her gaze with a snarky smirk.

[claraking]

Clarisse had always put herself up on a pedestal for not being so easily attracted to a boy with a charming smile and a way with his words, as opposed to some girls her age. While most boys saw it as prudery, it had always been her self-reliance that kept her in control. Clarisse had never felt like she needed to impress. Actually, she believed that she was the one who needed to be impressed. "Yes, well, perhaps if it had been a desired first encounter, I would've been more pleasant," she spoke with barely any change in her tone.

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Holy water cannot help you now. See, I've come to burn your kingdom down. And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out. I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out. Seven devils all around me. Seven devils in my house. See they were there when I woke up this morning. I'll be dead before the day is done

[claraking]

look alive; clarisse & jared

[jared-sanders]

Jared had no idea what this girl’s deal was, but she seemed really jumpy. Jared could feel the wolf stir deep in his mind, sensing what seemed like a fun hunt, but he quickly silenced it. He hated that part of his new existence. Attempting to appear as nonthreatening as possible, he slowly put his iPod and earbuds back in his pocket, then kept his hands where she could see them. “I’m Jared. I ain’t judging, but whatchya doin’, throwing knives at trees?”

[claraking]

Clarisse watched him as he put a hand in his pocket, expecting a knife or a blade of sorts to be thrown at her. It may have been the fact that she distrusts most people that caused her to expect that, but she had always thought of it as being wise. Not being properly trained, she didn't know what would happen and what she would face. Her doe like eyes narrowed at the stranger as he asked his question. "Relieving my boredom," she lied, a fake smile playing on her light pink lips. "What are you doing running through the woods?"

[roscoe-oconnell]

I Find that Funny || Roscoe & Clarisse

[roscoe-oconnell]

Seeing a small form approaching him, Roscoe wondered who was brave enough to seek him out tonight. At the sound of accusation coming out of her mouth, he raised his eyebrows with amusement. So it wasn’t bravery after all. Giving the girl a quick once over, he sniffed the air to confirm his suspicions. The human was here with someone, and had just happened to stumble upon a werewolf in her search for her date. The possibilities for this encounter were endless, and a charming smile placed itself on his lips as she paused before him. “I’m afraid I can be no one but myself, but I’d be happy to be myself for you, lass.” He let the words drip from his mouth in a thick Irish accent, letting there be no doubt about his heritage. “I’m Roscoe, and who might you be?”

[claraking]

Perhaps this town was bad luck for Clarisse, seeing as this wasn't the first time she mistook a complete stranger for someone else. Not being much of a social butterfly, she could only hope to be ignored, or be laughed at and have them walk away. But clearly that wasn't happening in this situation, as she partly listened to the stranger's words. "Charming," she says with bitter sarcasm in her tone. "Clara, and I don't recall asking for yours, but nice to meet you anyways, I suppose."

[claraking]

look alive; clarisse & jared

[jared-sanders]

Jared found he enjoyed the woods more than he had before the incident, even when he could barely even feel the wolf inside him. He hated the time of the month when there was no or almost no moon in the sky, because that was when he felt the weakest. Still, running through the woods always made him feel at least a little better, especially with his workout mix blaring in his ears. He must have forgotten to put it on repeat though, because the song ended and another one did not start playing automatically. As he pulled the device out of his pocket to find the problem, he heard a repetitive thunking noise just ahead of him. He walked forward to investigate, when the smell of human wafted through his nose just as she called out. He took the earbuds out to approach the clearing. “Just a guy who enjoys running through the woods. Who are you?” He couldn’t help but take note of the knife in her hand, and the others in a tree not too far ahead of her.

[claraking]

Clarisse eyed the male as he approached her, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him. She didn't think people would be out in the woods, assuming that most would spend their time at the mall or the various theaters Little Rock had to offer. She easily became suspicious of the stranger, even more so than every other person in town. "Just a girl who enjoys throwing knives at trees. Got a name, then?" She asked, keeping her arms to her side and running a finger along the flat of the blade of her knife.

[mercurieux]

[roscoe-oconnell]

I Find that Funny || Roscoe & Clarisse

Leaning against the wall outside of the Arkansas Repertory Theatre, Roscoe pulled the last of the smoke from his cigarette into his lungs. The burning sensation filled his chest and throat, causing a small smile to play on his lips. There was some show playing tonight, and he figured out of all the old folks in their finery there were bound to be some bored granddaughters looking for an excuse to run off with the mysterious stranger in the shadows. As the crowd began to let out, he combed through with his eyes, not resting his gaze for too long before moving his attention elsewhere.

[claraking]

Brown eyes scanned the crowd as Clarisse tried to find the screwboy that is her neighbor's son. She almost couldn't believe she let her neighbor talk her into going to see some show, which she had never even heard of. Noticing the silhouette of a male, she narrowed her eyes as she marched towards him. "You! Where have you been?!" She inquired, before realizing he wasn't who she was looking for. "Oh, sorry. I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."

[claraking]

look alive; clarisse & {open}

Clarisse was in the clearing of a forested area by the river, with her hunting gear on the ground and her hand holding a few knives. Choosing a pine tree as a target, she put the knives on one hand and started to throw them at the tree. A few missed, but some dug into the tree. Kicking the dirt with the heel of her boot, she heard a twig snap just near her, and her head instantly turned toward the source. "Who's there?" She called.

[claraking]

awkward meetings; clarisse & patch

[patch-dearly]

He noticed that she smiled - finally. It was small, but it was something. He smiled back at her. “Yeah, I’m at UALR too. I’m majoring in Archaeology. So, you used to go to NYU, or you just really like that school?” He was excited to finally meet someone he could actually talk to - the only other woman he had spent any time with was that weird and creepy Zea.

[claraking]

Spotting a loaf of bread out of the corner of her eye, she grabbed it and looked at the packaging for the expiration date and how long it should last before it gets moldy. She looked back up at the stranger when he said that he attended the university as well. "Hm, Archaeology. Interesting. You like digging around for information, then?" She asked, though she meant it more figuratively than anything else. He seemed to be asking a lot of questions, and she didn't know if she should take that as a good thing or a bad thing. "I used to go there. I wouldn't talk big about a school that I had no experience with, would I?"

[claraking]

awkward meetings; clarisse & patch

[patch-dearly]

Patch grinned. “It is very nice to meet you, Clara. So, are you at UALR?” She looked to be about Patch’s age, maybe a little younger, so he figured that wasn’t an unfair question. And even if she wasn’t in school, or if she went to one of the other schools that weren’t too far from downtown, at least it was a conversation starter. Patch had never been very good at smalltalk in Orlando, but maybe here he would be able to be better…about everything.

[claraking]

"You, too," she says, a small smile etched on her face. Assuming she would be in town for a long time, she figured she might as well attempt to make friends, and if that doesn't work out, at least she could say she tried. She was taken aback when he asked if she attended the university. "Um, yeah. It's no NYU, but it's okay, I guess. What about you?"

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