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I hope everyone is doing ok. I know I haven't been around. Personal stuffs. Just wanted to check in on you all. <3

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trickorpeter replied to your post:If Chris was turned into an animal for a day, I...

where’ve ya been all my life sweet cheeks? :P

Avoiding writing 'cause I've been lazy. I'm back though.

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If Chris was turned into an animal for a day, I bet it would be a Bloodhound. 

[petershowl]

[ sms ► sent ] Let’s hope they don’t fall off. [ sms ► sent ] Actually, I hope they do. [ sms ► sent ] I’m on my way. [ sms ► sent ] Try not to die before I get there.

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[ sms ► sent ] Is that possible?!! [ sms ► sent ] Peter? [ sms ► sent ] Don't mess with me, Peter! [ sms ► sent ] That's not funny, Peter! 

[lilmisslydiamartin]

He was trying at least. That much was obvious. Trying to distract her from Allison, and from all the losses in general. The least that she could do was to try and move forward from it, not lingering on the pain, and instead hoping for the future.

"There is a new diner that opened up near the Sheriff’s Station. Want to go there?”

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      [  There   was   only   so   much   he   could   do  to  shield  his              feelings   from   the   young   woman   in   front  of   him,  but               as   far   as   he   was   concerned,   he   had   done   a   fairly               decent  job  of  doing  so.  The  c o n v e r s a t i o n  rapidly               changing  into   talk   about   food  brought  a  huge  wave  of               relief  down  on  his  chest.  He   was   hungry,  but  he  was               more w o r r i e d about having to c o n t i n u e on with the               conversation with Allison. Hopefully it didn't come up again.  ]

                            ❝I think I've heard of it. Sounds good to me.❞ 

[thetwistedargent]

She likes to think that what she’s telling him isn’t just her way of projecting her fear on him, but she’s not sure that she can if even there wasn’t a wolfsbane bullet still embedded in her body. She’s absolutely terrified of everything, but soldiers aren’t supposed to show fear. Gerard burned that into her brain. She’s supposed to hide everything that she’s feeling. Fear makes you weak, and Kate Argent is not weak. If she had the energy to laugh at that thought, she probably would have because as much as she tries to tell herself otherwise she knows that she is weak. She was weak to Gerard’s manipulation, and now she’s nothing more than another broken, supernatural creature clawing at survival.

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She doesn’t know how long she’s out for. All she knows is that when she finally opens her eyes the light is staring her in the face. For a second her entire body tenses because she’s been down this road once before. She’s been on the verge of death, then the blackness comes. Her eyes haven’t even adjusted to the sudden bright light as she shoots up to a sitting position, claws ready for blood. She barely even makes it to a completely erect position before the pain hits her like a freight train.

She takes note of the arm against her chest, and that sends the were-jaguar into panic mode. Her entire body starts to tremble. Sharp claws dig into whatever’s underneath her. A sofa, maybe?, Something that’s a mix between a cry and a growl leaves her lips; she can feel something prodding her wound. Everything goes white, and for the first time Kate understands the saying of “seeing stars.”

It seems like a lifetime later that her eyes finally adjust. She doesn’t even realize that she’s back in a lying position. Her eyes meet piercing blue eyes, and for a fraction of a second comfort surrounds the huntress. “C-chris?” Her words are shaky, and soon the relief that spread over her is gone. It’s replaced with images of all the horrible things she’s done. She swallows hard as she remembers that she’s a monster.

A clawed hand jars out to grab his wrist as he digs deeper into her wound. “Stop it. I c-can’t…” She just wants it to end. She wants the pain to go away. She just wants it all to end, but it doesn’t end. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing. He’s always believed that he could save the world. Kate was always out to destroy it, and he was always the one who wanted to save it. Her brother was predictable, but one day that need to save people was going to be his Achilles’s heal. He had no idea what he was doing.  He was saving a monster just because she wore the face of his sister. He had no idea what she’d done in just the past few months, the things she had to do to just to survive. How many innocent people she slaughtered because she couldn’t control the shift after thinking about Allison. “Allison…” She whispered her niece’s name out softly as reality came crashing down on her. “Just let me die.” And that’s all it took for every last once of fight to be ripped from Kate’s wounded body.

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He hadn't planned on her waking up, but he had factored it in. He could have easily chained her down, but that wasn't how he wanted her to wake up. Chained down and feeling like an animal. Despite what she may think, that wasn't how he saw her. He didn't think she was some feral animal that needed to be put down before she took a bite out of someone else. She was dangerous, yes, and she had put her hands on him in a non-lovable manner before, but he didn't think she was going to do it this time. Perhaps that was a mistake on his part to judge so quickly and not take precautions, but he knew that he was doing the right thing. The last thing she needed right now was for someone else to treat her like she was a monster. It was his hope that by treating her like she wanted to be treated probably, she wouldn't act out. If she did, he could handle her, but he didn't want to handle her.

When she woke up, he could hear the pain in her throat. Then in her words. This wasn't the same woman that had just previously threw him to the floor and almost forced him to put a bullet in her. No. It was her. It was Kate. The human side of Kate. The part of her that felt emotional affliction. That felt pain. The searing pain that was probably scorching her very being and driving her mad in her mind. Although he wouldn't verbally express it for her sake, he was relieved. Relieved that it was his sister laying there beneath him. He felt her pain though. He wanted nothing more than to ease it away, but he knew it wasn't that simple. especially when he brought up Allison. The name sent a sharp pain stabbing into his chest and made the muscles tighten. For the first time in a long time, he realized that he wasn't the only family member who had lost Allison. Kate had too.

Even though she had not made some of the right choices lately, he knew that she loved Allison. She had never stopped loving her. It was clear in the pain in her voice as she spoke. She had always looked out for her and he couldn't help but wonder now if the reason she wanted to die was because she blamed herself for Allison's death. Was that possible? Had he not been alone all this time? Not the only one that felt he should have done more? It didn't matter that she did, that wasn't enough for him to just let her die, but he would offer his hand to her if she needed it. Even though all this mess, she was still his sister, and it disturbed him to see her in pain. Not just physical, but emotional as well. Especially the latter. Even as he continued to work, unmoving at the request, his hand was shaking because of her choice of words. He wouldn't comply. She knew that.

"I can't do that, Kate. You know that Allison wouldn't want that anyways. Allison would tell you to stop talking like that. To hold your chin up and keep moving. I know it's hard. I know that it's easier to say than to do. Trust me. The first few weeks, I had to push myself just to get out of bed. I didn't just lose my daughter, but I lost my wife as well. I felt like the world was ending, but then I realized that I wasn't alone. I still had friends. I still had people who cared about me. I'm going to tell you the same thing I told myself every single day to keep going. You're not alone anymore. I'm here now. You have me. You don't have to keep living like this. Living alone. Just trying to survive each day. You don't have to fight this alone anymore. I can help you. You know that I can help you. I won't stop until I do help you. All you have to do is let me help you, Kate. Will you let me do that?"

[handsofthehunter-blog]

Meep. So sorry. I'm exhausted with class and getting over this all. I've been on Twitter though mostly relaxing as the weekend winds down. So if you want mine handle, just message me! I just don't have any energy to heavily write at the moment and basically all my threads are long. 

[handsofthehunter-blog]

Xkit is back. *Sobs tears of joy* That guy is amazing. He's better than chocolate. 

[ifthemoneysgood]

    ” Oh, I don’t know. You’ve been a good boy so far this year. Might be a Merry Christmas after all. ” She wasn’t going to elaborate either. He could take that however he wanted to take it. 

    Secure in the victory of her team, she sank back into the couch and crossed her legs. ” Just a thousand on the Cowboys. I was feeling lucky, decided to pile it all on one and let it ride. I’m just as surprised as you are that they’re doing so well. It won’t last—after this game, I mean. They’re fucking the Saints up. Look at that, look at that. They just let them have that touchdown so they wouldn’t feel bad.” 

    It was still a touchdown though. Drew Brees was off his game and the defense was rather atrocious. She’d more or less just made $1000 and Chris just lost $700. She should be gloating more. Instead, she was leaning over to bump his shoulder and point to the shot of downtown Dallas. ” They’ll all be fine. They can go have dinner downtown and go ice their whatever-needs-to-be-iced. You see that building with the ball on top? There’s a restaurant in it. I’ve never been, but apparently it’s hella expensive. You can see the rest of the skyline from there too. The other buildings light up different colors at night.”

    Before he could question her landmark knowledge of the city, she pushed herself up under the guise of going to the bathroom. ” Don’t watch the post-game show, it’ll just make you mad.” 

[handsofthehunter-blog]

          "Oh, I have. I know I have. I hope to be heavily rewarded for it. Even if that doesn't come in the form that I expected it to. Speaking of. I know it's a little early to be worrying about, but we'll have to do donations again this year. I was thinking we could do toys again and the annual dinner. That's still a lot. I hope that you don't lose it. Mad? No. Seven hundred isn't a big deal for me. I've lost more on games in the past. If I was really worried about the money, I wouldn't have bet in the first place then. No sense in crying over spilled milk if you knew there was a chance that it could be spilled in the first place."

            There he was again talking about Christmas in the middle of October. When he had just told himself just a few minutes ago to not get ahead of himself. "Maybe we go there some day. Doesn't even have to be that place, you know? I was thinking maybe this spring we could take a trip to Paris together. I wasn't going to bring it up until later, but I've been thinking about it a lot more lately. How nice it would be for us to just be able to go away. Maybe have a romantic weekend. We can talk about it later. You just reminded me by talking bout the lights. We haven't really had a vacation like that yet, have we?"

             Before he could ask her about the scenery and how she knew about it, she was already on her way towards the bathroom. There was that flare. Something told him that she wasn't exactly heading to the bathroom though. She was up to something. What it was, he didn't know, but he was about to find out. "While you're up, why don't you grab some more of those cheese puffs. I went through the entire bag already. Hell, all of the nachos are almost gone. I really stuffed my face tonight. I could still go for some nice Italian too. My stomach is an endless pit. If anyone fell down there, they'd be stranded."

[lady-of-rohan]

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[handsofthehunter-blog]

I'm so slow and I'm so sorry for that. I'm still trying to bounce back. I'm still sick, but it isn't nearly as bad now. 

[badassbetaerica-archive]

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Erica understood that their job required meticulous planning. It was such planning that had kept them out of jail for this long and she was grateful for that; orange so wasn’t her colour. But she didn’t enjoy this with the same vigour that Chris seemed to. Erica was a girl of action and she was happiest when they were on the job. One other thing she got a thrill from was being a distraction. It wasn’t as fun as breaking into the bank itself but convincing a wealthy businessman that she was simply a flirtatious woman who had a thrill for expense was always fun. It was partly true. Erica loved wealth and admired those who did what they wanted to acquire it. 

She stood up from where she’d been sitting so she could take a closer look at what Chris was pointing out. She nodded along as he pointed out the entrances and exits and outlined the time frames they would have. She noticed how fast this job was and that just set Erica’s heart pumping slightly faster. These jobs were getting so easy and Erica needed something that would challenge her. Erica had discovered earlier on that the bigger risk she was taking, the better she felt. An adrenaline junkie, she was labelled, but she didn’t care.

Chris knew this fact about her and that was probably why he had assigned her the extra job on the side. That and the fact that they knew each other better than the rest of the group. They’d started pulling jobs together before their little organisation formed and there was a level of trust between them that Erica didn’t have for many other people. She didn’t trust easy. “A special job just for me, you know me too well Chris.” She purred in the usual way she did when anyone had pleased her. Erica looked up at the others gathered around and watched them all nod. “I don’t know about you fuckers, but I’m ready to steal some serious cash.” Erica was always like this before a job, hyped up and mouthy. That didn’t mean she was any less serious about the job though, everyone on the team knew that she meant business. Erica never lost.

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There was that look in her eyes again. The kind she got when she was getting worked up for a job. Chris knew all too well from the time that they had spent together how the job effected Erica. She got a thrill from what they did. Which was perfectly normal. He imagined that they all got some sort of rush from the job. He got one when it felt like the seconds were ticking by and about to pass. The only problem he had with a rush was when it clouded someone's judgement or stopped them from completing the job. On an occasion or two, he had been concerned about the job not getting done because she had been giving into the rush. Still, he did trust her, and if there was one thing that was important in this line of work, it was that you were able to trust one another. You had to know that someone had your back if you needed it and he knew she had his.

They had only ever had one close call. The kind that really made you think seriously about what you were doing. It was when they had almost lost Stiles. If they hadn't gone back for him, he would be in jail right now, looking at thirty to life probably. That night was something that he always played over in his head before a big job. It was fine to have fun with it, but that didn't mean they could be reckless. That was what got you killed. If they wanted to, they could fire on them, and they had before. For some, it was easier to look at the situation like it was no big deal, because that was the way they coped with the danger, but not Christopher. He was careful. He went into every job knowing full well that he might not make it out of it. That was what money did to you though. It corrupted you. You could never have enough. When it came down to it, you'd die for it.

"Yeah. Lets head out. We have three hours to get there and I want this all to start going down by ten." The ex-hunter now turned thief was already rolling up the blueprints and stuffing it into his bag. He had loaded the truck up earlier with all the weapons and tools that they needed. Now all there was to do was load it up with their bodies and set out on the road. It was risky hitting a bank so close to home, but it was worth it. When the night was over, they'd all take a deep breath of relief and they'd be ten times richer. A second later, he had the keys in his hand and was out the door. It was a cold night, but he had a jacket in the car. The wind might mess up their entry a bit, but they were skilled enough to be able to deal with that little bit. They had to make this worth it. Once they did a job, fail or success, that was it for a month. They had to make this one count. 

[thesmallestalpha]

              Tyler watched the man, using his enhanced senses to gauge the hunter’s breathing and pulse. The hunter’s likelihood of survival. Things really didn’t look good for the man, but  he knew how hunters operated. Kill, or be killed. There was no third option for a hunter, and as he felt his nerves working overtime his eyes started to show their red color.

              “There’s only one way you’ll make it outta this alive.” Tyler knew from the blood loss the man was experiencing, he didn’t have much longer. By the time he got help down there, he’d be gone. By the time he got the hunter up and help got to them, he’d be gone. It was a lose-lose situation.

              “You’re losing a lot of blood, and the metal’s gone through. Only thing that’ll make sure you live, is if your body accepts the bite.” He swallowed thickly. Being this close to a hunter, even a dying one, made him incredibly uneasy. “Are you sure you want me to make sure you get outta this alive?” 

              The pup, not meaning to hurt the man, reached to the metal. He’d be able to pull it out but he was worried about what the sudden removal would do. He was trying to figure out if he should bite just before, or just after the metal was removed. The accelerated healing should help, should make sure the man lived. Tyler was just hoping it’d actually work.

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           "No. Don't." The words registered in his brain and it shocked him temporarily awake. "Don't bite me. I don't want the bite. Pull it out. Pull the metal out. I don't--- no." The bite. He knew exactly what it meant and although he was rapidly loosing vast amounts of the precious liquid that kept him alive, he still knew exactly what that meant, and why he couldn't accept it. There was little that he could do if the kid decided to bite him. He was pinned to the wall and his movement was limited. Either was was going to pull it out and he was going to take his chances with fate or he was going to bite him.

           He'd rather have to face bleeding out at this point. "Don't do it. If I was meant to die, I'll die. Don't interfere. Just get me out of this. Help me to the hospital." The chances of him making it there were slim. He was bleeding out and had already lost a lot of blood. As soon as he pulled the rusted metal free, it was going to pour from the open wound like hot lava. He couldn't remember, but he could have sworn he left a lighter in his pocket. He could burn the wound closed. What if he didn't have one though? Was he really going to die here? Bleed out on the sewer floor like one of the rats that scurried around?

            It was a thought that was less than comforting. Either way he looked at the situation, he was pretty much screwed. This was turning out to be a long night. One that seemed to stretch on and on and wasn't coming to an end. There was barely any light down there to begin with, but what little there was, was quickly fading away. He was losing consciousness. Everything that was blurred together was melting away and only darkness remained. He had to hope that the kid had heard him, because he wasn't able to say anything else. The world around him disappeared and he passed out. 

[lycanincarnatus]

The wolf had straightened and crossed his arms over his bare chest as he listened to Chris talk. Pointedly ignoring the jab at ‘work’. The whole ‘burn victim suddenly walks out of the hospital’ thing kind of put a damper on his resume.

The last anyone had heard of ‘Peter Hale’ was in connection to the Hale Fire and being in a hospital for 6 years. Well anyone that wasn’t in the know. He could use an alias and devise a vague history. But too much effort. Besides, he’d been depositing a fair bit of money in the bank. Slowly getting the bearer bonds into cash and then depositing it.

The 117 million in the vault was more if the family had fallen on hard times. Peter never knew it would be taken. He knew Derek had accounts and owned the building he lived in. But it was the principle of the thing.

He was still ridiculously well off. But no one needed to know about that.

Besides, he was sure that there were a select few in the Pack that would be concerned about Peter ‘I hate that guy’ Hale interacting with the public. Stiles.

He came back to realty when Chris started talking about Chinese. Aware that his teeth had shifted to fangs inside his mouth. He ran his tongue over them before letting them shift back. Okay, so he might be a little hungry himself.

'Didn't deliver' translated to Peter getting dressed and then driving. At…whatever time it was in the morning. [ At least the traffic would be light. ] He knew the place that Chris was referring to. He turned and went to get the menus.

"I think I’ll just get the sesame chicken." He really wanted pasta and debated stopping at an italian place. But part of being in a relationship was making sacrifices for…whatever it was they were to each other. Boyfriend sounded too…RomCom-y. Were they mates? He arched a brow as he looked at the back of the hunter’s head and he was sure that his sister would have something to say.

Peter twitched away from Talia’s memory. Mostly of her claws in the back of his neck. He picked up the phone and dialed the Chinese place to make the order.

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          He was staring again. Christopher didn't have to look up to meet his gaze to know. The back of his head was buzzing as the wolf's eyes burned into it. It didn't bother him, but he knew that it meant that Peter was wondering something and didn't have the nerve to ask him about whatever was on his mind. It was a habit that he had picked up on when they first started dating, but it wasn't until they moved in together that he really took notice of it. Whatever it was, he could just ask him, it couldn't be that bad, but he knew that he wouldn't. He would just keep staring at the back of his head.

           "You're staring again. Do you want to talk about it this time?" He asked. "I know when you're doing that it's because you want to ask me something." It was worth a shot, wasn't it? The hunter shifted in his seat, twisting his head in the direction of the wolf that was now pounding away at the keypad on the phone. He really was hungry. Just watching him dial the number to the place was making his stomach growl. He really should pull himself away from his papers. If not for dinner, at least for Peter. It was clear that he was really working hard to get his attention. He owed him that much at least.

          Ever since things had died down and smoothed out, he hadn't made time for him, and this was just now hitting him. He hadn't been able to really cope with the way things had played out, so he had just buried himself in distraction after distraction. Some days it was like the world around him just burred away. He even lost track of time. He would think it was one but it was really eight. If he didn't have Peter here, things would be a lot worse, and he knew it. He kept him on the straight line that he was always trying to walk on, but seemed to always just stumble off of. The least he could do was give him a few hours.

         "How about when you come back, we go to bed with dinner. No more distractions. No papers, no time, no stressing, and no more excuses. I'll put them up for the next few days. We'll spend the time watching scary movies in bed. How does that sound? Seems like a good week to do just that. You know how crazy things are going to get when Halloween hits. It's not even close and people are already freaking out over it. We should enjoy our peace and quiet while we can." He didn't have to say it twice. He was already packing the papers away, standing up, and stretching. "Don't forget the duck sauce." 

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Lovely new icon thanks to the wonderful thebansheeofhalloween.  I can't wait to use them all! 

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     "If you even THINK about putting bunny ears on me." 

[imaginesteenwolf]