Jan Wells

23. Omega Wolf. Cook at Wolfsbane Pub.

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Closed Starter || Kane, Jan - Hesitation

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Kane was going to just let it pass. After all, there was no reason to start something. But the easily agitated wolf simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity. Besides, he knew the citizens of Grayspire like the back of his hand. Whether he’d ever talked to them or not, he knew the faces of all that lived and worked around here. This was a new one. “You’re new here aren’t you, mutt?” He wasn’t sure why he used the word. If anything, Kane was more deserving of the word mutt than Jan. Kane was young in his wolfdom, and way out of control. “Don’t worry about it, we love fresh meat,” he chuckled, leaning against the door-frame, blocking Jan’s entrance.

       Seems like he’d attracted one of those types again. He could read the body language of the other man, and realized he thought messing with him was more worth his time than not. A moments worth of anger was readable on Jan’s face as he realized this, but soon it was gone. To top it all off the other man smelled like wolf, a stronger one at that so he didn’t want to give him any reason to lash out. Instead, Jan just sighed. Somehow his resolve to enter the pub had come back the second the man had wedged himself between the entrance and the omega. “Mutt...,” Jan just repeated tiredly and questioningly, face scrunching up judgingly, “look, I really don’t think you should go around calling people that.” Another huff and he continued, “Also I am new, but I don’t think that matters to you now. I’m not... what you call fresh meat here or whatever.” All of it came out more annoyed than Jan had wanted, and immediately he looked like he wanted to eat the words he’d just said.

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faecali:

Calista’s eyes wandered from the page she was on as she saw the man sitting down. Her cheeks almost flushed just a bit, she never really had someone just stop and sit with her, especially someone she had never met before. Biting her lip she looked down to her book, situating in her seat just a bit. “It is fine,” she whispered, accent shone through as she brushed a piece of hair from her face, brown eyes focusing on the page again. “Sit as long as you wish, it is awfully busy, but the people here work fast and diligent, one of my good friends owns the place and my boyfriend works here,” she smiled softly, looking back up to him again and slowly closing her book. “I am Calista,” she leaned forward, her hand held out towards him. “I do not believe I have met you before... if you are new, welcome to Devil’s Watch.”

       Despite the second it took to process her words, Jan smiled. The smell of coffee and the buzz of the grinder was going on in the background, but it all seemed to have blurred out the second she spoke. He’d been worried that she would have been upset, but here she was introducing herself to a stranger... that and somehow she knew he was new? Maybe she was a long term resident? Overall, he smiled nervously but her accent combined with her sure sense of self seemed to balance the situation overall.

       She focused on the pages in front of her and Jan rolled his coffee cup in one hand and took a sip after shaking her hand quickly. He hoped to god that his palms weren’t clammy, but then remembered he’d been holding the coffee and it was highly unlikely. “I am new.” He nervously played with the edge of the lid to the cup. “I just moved here, oh, and my name is Jan. Wells.” He nodded apologetically. “Sorry, I forgot about my own name. It’s not often that I sit with strangers so forgive me, usually I’m a bit avoidant of them actually so thanks... for... for being so kind about it.” He sputtered the last bit a tiny bit, looking around before finding the gumption to look her in the eye again, still wearing a goofy grin.

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Closed Starter || Jan, Lecia, & Huijun - These Softly Glowing Things

       The hospital. The iodine and bleach smell that Jan hated so much was flooding him as he waited to hear back about the people they’d found. No one was dead and that was a good thing though he suspected a few at least had minor injury and were being monitored from the response he’d seen. He’d followed the procession, answered all he knew to strangely clad groups and the hospital emergency staff. There had been people that called themselves “hunters,” specifically the Crisis Team.

       Still, the scene was flashing in his mind. It’d replayed as he’d run through the Underground to get help, run back to find the other that’d responded. He hadn’t gotten a name from the Asian man that had also felt the change and come running during the happening, had stayed with the fallen they’d found after the supposed backlash of the blast and Jan couldn’t help but keep thinking of him. He’d lost him amidst the hospital as everyone was being interviewed.

       They were saying it was some kind of “orb,” the hospital in fluctuation with gossip as people passed down the halls. Jan had asked about, but was still thinking it was all a sort of hazy dream with this kind of explanation. Sitting in the hospital chair, he was zoning out outside of the room where one of the fallen was being held, wanting to hear a firsthand account. Eyes unfocused, Jan held a paper cup half full with watery coffee, mouth open as he contemplated everything.

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weresholly:

Holly was a surprised at the male’s shyness, she couldn’t help but smile at it almost reassuringly as she calmed her tone just a bit from bright cheery service voice to a more soft one. “That’s good,” she smiled softly, leaning against the counter to listen to him a bit better. “Oh!” She laughed softly, covering her mouth. “Forgive me, I heard about someone coming in for the position. Welcome, I’m Holly, I just recently started myself,” she nodded for him to come around the counter. “I’ll take you to the back. I’m sure there’s stuff there you need to get through before you can start,” she nodded.

       “Thanks, and sorry for apologizing also... I guess it wasn’t really needed but...” Jan looked down realizing he was apologizing again and smiled despite himself, chuckling. He hadn’t been bothered by her slight laugh at his mumbling as it’d seemed light and amused more than anything. Twiddling his thumbs he stepped to slightly, body pointing and looking towards the heavier swinging door he assumed led to the back she was speaking of. “Lead the way and I’ll follow. Nice to meet you Holly. My name’s Jan, Jan Wells. So, if you’re newer too... do you like working here so far...?“

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plant babies || juniper + jan

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juniyoungg:

Bored.

Nursery Seeds is stagnant, had been after the morning rush, and Juniper would be lying if they said they weren’t feeling a little drowsy. The overhead was playing the jazz music you’d hear at outdoor shopping areas, again, tinny with the store’s outdated equipment. They slink behind the counter to turn it off. Ugh, enough of that.

It’s hard looking productive. Even as understaffed as they are, once the plants are watered for the day, there isn’t much else to do with them. Stare and hope they grow? Unlikely. Practice drink making? Useless if no one is there to drink them… They know better than to leave the house without any reading material like this.

The door jingling jolts Juni out of their questionable mental state, prompting them straight into customer service mode.

“Welcome to Nursery Seeds,” they chime, trying to keep the dregs of disinterest out of their voice. Enthusiasm is a best seller. “Let me know if you need anything.”

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       A medium sized plant for his little apartment was all Jan needed. He’d taken to decorating the place as it was the essence of the word drab when he’d moved in aside from the red tiling and paint someone had used to spruce up the wall of the kitchen and connected bedroom. His near broken car had gotten him to the place someone had scribbled on the back of a yellow note. He’d asked at the local grocer about a gardening center and the man behind the counter had made a face and come up with “Nursery Seeds - best place in town - also a cafe” jotted down on the yellow lined slip. It was crumpled now in Jan’s hand as he stood in an open clearing.

       From what Jan could see, it definitely was the best place he’d seen in a while. The foliage and smells upon entering as well as the oppressive lingering heat of the greenhouse entrance he’d taken were wowing him. Bells chiming, an attendant had obviously chimed in among this as well, taking notice of him and chanting their usual customer service mantra he assumed. Jan barely glanced at them, trying to focus through all the green and the fact that there was a supposedly food and drink here amidst the modern look of everything... green. Realizing he was very lost, he refocused on the face not too far from him, rubbing the yellow piece of paper between his forefingers like it was a good luck charm. “Hey.” He smiled and waved, trying not to come off as the usual nervous wreck he was as he crept closer. “I was wondering if you sell plants, um...” Jan mentally slapped himself over his words. That was a no-brainer... and so he powered on. “I mean, do you sell study plants, something indoors that can survive with little light? ... perhaps medium sized?”

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Closed Starter || Glimmer, Jan - Night Out

       Trick Shots, the only other place Jan had taken to drinking since he’d found it earlier in the week after move in. Most of the time it wasn’t as packed, but tonight it was. It was slightly more upscale than Wolfsbane in atmosphere and the beer on tap in some ways, even if he found the food lacking. On the plus side it wasn’t his place of employment so he could get as hammered as he wanted... even if that wasn’t a thing he was interested in personally. Jan had been nursing a beer and looking like a lost fawn for the past half hour sitting at a corner of the bar. Someone, a stranger, had almost heckled him into playing a game of pool for money, obviously thinking he was a chump. Jan had politely rejected after careful deliberation.

       Half an hour more in and still at his stool, Jan was simply watching the time pass and crowds leave and enter. Now watching a TV screen in the far right of the bar, a game of some sport he barely followed, he was trying to play along and watch the team interestingly enough. The home team was losing miserably he could glean, and apparently the neighboring drunk, a bar stool to the right, wasn’t pleased with this. Leaning over he tapped Jan on the shoulder and started prattling off about it much to the wolf’s chagrin. Looking for an escape, Jan turned to the person to his left at the bar, pretending to be interested in their conversation and flashing a grin that read all senses of the words “help me.”

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Closed Starter || Mika, Jan - Oops

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beastwithinmika:

Mika had pretty much gotten into the swing of things at Wolfsbane. So far she loved the customers and hadn’t dealt with anyone too bad. When she heard there was a new cook, she was excited to meet him and see what he was like. During his first days, she had only spoken to him when an order came up, not wanting to be in his way while he was adjusting to the new job. From first assumption, he seemed like a nice guy, couldn’t have been older than her. After checking on the tables, she decided to go in the back and get something for herself before it started to get busy for dinner. Running her hand through her hair, she never saw the door opening, but instantly felt the collision. “Fuck,” she muttered as she stumbled back slightly, realizing who she just ran into. “Oh, hey, I’m sorry! I should have been paying attention,” she said, glancing down to see if anything had been spilled. 

       Watching her look to see if anything had fallen and to see if he was okay made Jan blush a bit. It was lucky no one was holding anything otherwise the aftermath would have been way worse and Jan literally would have near shut the door and run from the conversation altogether. Spilling things on coworkers on the first day would have been a royal fuck up, so here he was just thanking the gods it hadn’t happened. Still looking down nervously, Jan simply nodded, out of it. “No, no. It’s my fault.” His voice came out more quiet and exasperated than he thought it would and so he coughed to clear his throat. “Um, I saw you working here earlier... My name’s Jan. Sorry, that we met this way, I was intending to introduce myself earlier...” He paused for another small, awkward cough, moving his hands idly. “...but it didn’t seem like the proper time to... being busy and all.”

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Closed Starter || Pyxis, Jan - Wrong Turn

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pyxisv:

For all the complaints about the state of the Underground that had left Pyxis’ mouth, he still found himself lingering around the near-empty streets of Devil’s Watch. Even with the trek he had to make out of the Underground. He’d found that cigarettes would, almost, mask the smell long enough for him to dart out of the space days ago. Pyxis had one lit and hanging from his lips purely for the smell, he hadn’t even flicked the ash off the end. He’d been thinking about how he was making good time running back and forth between locations when he was so rudely interrupted. 

Pyxis looked up with a sudden aggressiveness in his eyes that barely faded as this man explained himself. “Lost?” He sized him up and down with a snort. “Yeah, I can see that plain as day.” The cigarette was finally yanked out of his mouth then, only a tiny puff of smoke following it. “Oh give me a break- a main street? This look like the kind of main street having place to you, kid?” Pyxis paused and let out a long sigh, trying not to let the heavy weight on him get the best of him. “You look fresh out of some kinda sitcom. Why are you here, anyways? Acting cool?”

       The stranger in front of Jan was not at all what he expected. Rude was one thing, but the words that rolled out of his face seemed to be laced with something else, a bitterness that only an older person would have. Combined with the “kid” comment, Jan was confused to say the least as the other didn’t look much older than himself. Feeling a bit paranoid he looked behind himself then back, taking the verbal abuse and acting dumb for the sheer sake of being social and possibly getting out of the situation he was in. Without a way out to somewhere where he knew, he was pretty much more than lost... he was a target for other supernaturals. The feeling of this reality had just sunken in and Jan’s nervousness wasn’t helping to boot with the growing smell of blood down the alley. Over it, he could barely notice that the stranger in front of him didn’t smell right amidst his cigarettes too. “Sitcom? Um... I just was wandering with some crowd until I, um, lost them.” A blatant lie. Jan had been trying to be cool and it had backfired ultimately. “I... don’t think... look, I just need some help and then I’ll be out of your hair.” He smiled sheepishly at the other man, eyes pleading for help.

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Closed Starter || Kane, Jan - Hesitation

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kanealexander:

Kane was not known for his extensive patience. In fact, it was rather the opposite. And it was taking every bone in his body not to just shove the stranger out of the way and go in and get his drink. But with what little piece of patience he had left, he muttered, albeit with a slight distaste in his voice. “Bro, I hate to be like this, but you’re blocking the entrance and I’m in need of a beverage. Shit or get off the pot. “

       Jan jumped when he felt the other’s presence. He knew he must really look like an idiot, just stuck in the doorway looking... forlorn. When he turned he caught a good look of the other and it took everything in him to not look slightly cross. No offense, but was there some severe deficit of politeness in this town suddenly? Jan tried to mentally not judge everyone for one stranger suddenly being gruff in the moment. Half of himself wanted to repeat the stranger’s “bro” comment with some sarcastic response, but Jan was above that... and getting his head clocked in. Brow furrowed, he shuffled to the side, paper still in hand and still looking as if something was still weighing heavily on himself. He was so wrapped up in being confused and angry with himself that he barely noticed the wolf scent drifting from the stranger while he was in close proximity.

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faecali:

Two-hundred and twenty-eight years old. The moment lingered on Calista’s brain as she sat there for a moment, snug deep in a corner of the coffee shop. The book of fairy tales she recently got fixed sitting in her lap. Fingertips brushing over the pages, she kept her eyes down. Ignore the bustle of the afternoon rush. She was certain no one really knew her birthday was today. Possibly Xing, most likely Tsuga, and Lee for sure, it was on her application after all. Still, she didn’t expect much, after a certain point, birthday’s became redundant. Still, she remembered fondly the tiny cake Jareth would sneak to her in the middle of the night. Her lower lip protruded on the memory. Biting her lip she took a sip of her tea, before setting the book in front of her, finding the story her father would read to her on her birthday’s. A small tradition she still kept. Her eyes slowly scanning the page, not hearing the person coming near.

       The coffee shop was full to say the least. It was one of those more hip places that everyone would bring their laptop to to work at, but consequentially there was next to no available table space, save for one spot. Jan ordered a plain latte, no sugar, and had been eyeing the only available seat for the last minute or so trying to mentally ward off anyone from sitting there. So far it’d worked, and so when he was walking up to the spot he finally realized as to why everyone had possibly avoided sitting there.

       There was a woman, probably around his age or so he assumed, sitting and reading. She seemed so involved with whatever she was reading it was quite hard to interrupt her to actually take a seat. Still, Jan was interested to say the least. What was she reading? Was she here alone, and if so had she simply come to this busy coffee spot to catch a break? She was pretty to a fault with brown-red hair that caught his eye. He hesitantly pulled out the seat opposite her, and wore a puzzled look on his face, trying to figure her out and hoping he wasn’t doing anything too offensive. He was notoriously bad at striking up conversation with people he knew let alone strangers. So, when he opened his mouth, to his surprise he didn’t falter. “Are you okay with me sitting here...? Hopefully it’s okay? I mean... I shouldn’t be here too long and you’re reading and all.”

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oh-flynn:

As anyone could guess, Flynn was apart of the new Crisis Team that was working around the town to try to resolve the terrible mystery that had been hanging over the town for months now. He saw this as an opportunity to help more than he ever had before. Of course he knew he still had to be careful, but he was going to get to the bottom of this, and he wasn’t going to be alone, either.

He started off his first day on the crisis team walking around the town and handing out fliers that said plainly that the Crisis Team was working to find answers and if anyone had any indication of something going on, or any evidence of the criminal behind it all, to turn it into them since they were working directly to solve the issue while the hunters continued to monitor the entire town.

Flynn sighed as he saw yet another person toss the flier aside after he had handed it to them. No one seemed to believe the Crisis Team would do any good. ‘Too little, too late’, he kept hearing. He understood, but he was trying to help. He turned to the next person he saw coming and smiled at a familiar face, holding the flier out. “Hey, take this, would you? And don’t throw it away. It’ll make me feel a bit better about myself.”

       A flyer. Jan usually was caught off guard even despite being able to smell people approaching and being able to sense movement before most mostly because he was so wrapped up in focusing on where he was going in this new town. When a hand shot out with the paper, he barely had time to react and so he looked at the flyer perplexed. Possibly taking more than a second to process the words on it, he muttered them out loud confused, probably not weighing the implications of the words as heavily as he should have in his head. “Um, ok....” As per the strangers request he didn’t immediately go to throw the paper away as that’d be rude, but he was thinking about doing so sooner than later. After all, when did people handing out flyers have any good to say? Jan was raised simply, and usually knew that you didn’t give them the time of day otherwise they’d try and sell you something. Still, the words intrigued him so he went on as he picked at his face idly. “Crisis...? Crisis Team? What does this mean...”

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Closed Starter || Kane, Jan - Hesitation

       Hesitation was the enemy, and yet here Jan was standing outside of Wolfsbane like an idiot... one who’d let it get the best of himself. After a few seconds standing outside of the pub, dread had set in. He was supposed to go and officially put his application in, get it done with, but now the paper was balled up in his hand, something barely presentable. Standing outside, Jan worked up the courage to go to the door, but now was stuck there. Little did he know though was that he was definitely blocking the way as he made his mind up.

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Closed Starter || Mika, Jan - Oops

       First days at work are always nerve-wracking. For Jan perhaps it was more-so than other people until he settled in and knew a place like the back of his hand. Shakily delivering food to the window that lead to the front, there had been a small break in orders, and he expected it had to do with it being an off time, not quite yet lunch or dinner and still the middle of the week. Peeking from the doorway that lead to the kitchen to the rest of the Pub, Jan quickly pushed the door... not quite expecting someone to be coming from the other side. Generally he wouldn’t have been so out of it to not notice, but with the combined force of the stranger opening it and him pushing he was pretty sure he didn’t see the collision coming till someone hit him squarely in the chest and bounced back. Jan's breath caught in his throat, and he slowly looked up at who he’d run into.

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Closed Starter || Pyxis, Jan - Wrong Turn

       The last time Jan knew where he was was about five minutes ago as he’d made the decision to explore Devil’s Watch, particularly the Underground unknowingly. He’d made a turn and come to the more artsy, fashion-oriented district of the city, following a crowd of seemingly 30 somethings as the went deeper into the darkest reaches. Not yet accustomed to vampires, or anything outside of the presence of one other wolf, Jan didn’t know what he was expecting... would they go to a bar, they seemed like they were heading to a busier section of town. Rounding another corner he noticed he had no idea where he was anymore. A wrong turn. This was now obviously a shadier side to the high-end look of the streets that they’d just been. Jan could smell blood coming from down an alleyway and made the decision to pass it. Backing up to run, Jan didn’t realize there was someone coming up behind him till it was too late and a churning feeling in his gut. Hopefully it wasn’t someone with the crowd he’d seen earlier, those people left a bad taste in his mouth. Turning, he looked at the stranger with worried eyes, rubbing at his arm nervously. “Um... I seem to be lost... Is there a main street around here somewhere. I’m not from here.”

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weresholly:

Holly ran a towel over the bar. It was getting closer to her shift ending, and she hated leaving the bar in a mess for the next people to come in or whoever was taking her shift next. Though she was certain people often wonder why she picked Wolfsbane Pub to work and not Trick Shots since her Alpha owned it, she still wouldn’t divulge deep into it. She just gave a small smile and told them it’s easier for the pack for her to work here. Smiling and waving as a few people left, she turned to toss the rag in her hand into the bucket, turning back around jumping. “Oh, well, hi! Uh, what can I get for you?”

The second the blonde-haired woman turned around, Jan forgot all the words in his head. Coming up to finally go inside Wolfsbane, he’d run over what he was going to say to the other employee’s about being employed. He had every intention to introduce himself, and possibly check out the place from head to toe so he wasn’t unaware of anything the first day he had to come in, but noting came out besides. “Um, hey, I’m doing good, oh, um...” Here he was responding to something she hadn’t even asked. Mentally he screamed, but Jan wasn’t going to let it get the best of him. “Oh, sorry, um... actually I’m here because I... put in an application for the cook position and was... um, hired.”