We all look at the same moon

Nick Halliwell for twenty years, Nick Robinson for eight. #ArmstrongPack4Life 

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Nova:

Chewing on her bottom lip, Nova found herself staring at the tv screens with her brow furrowed since there was a genuine feeling of confusion flooding her system. Why would people go out of their way to make something that wasn’t even necessary when they couldn’t find a cure for something as simple as cancer which was necessary? It seemed foolish and while she was a simple human girl with little knowledge of most supernatural creatures outside of vampires, she didn’t find it fair that they have that option. What was to stop people from forcing it onto them instead of it being more ‘optional’? “I-I.. uhm… I personally thing i-it’s a bit of a waste. I know I’m… I don’t know much about t-these things but everyone should be able t-to be, uhm… to be who they are without feeling like they’re, you know, invalid.”

Nick sucked in a deep breath through his nostrils and nodded tensely at Nova’s point. His arms were firmly crossed across his chest as he tried to process what was blowing up all over the news. “It’s a huge fucking waste and a total insult. Like, does this mean we’re all going to have to get this cure?” He asked, his tone slowly melting from anger into something more akin to fear. What were his rights here? How soon could anything like that happen?

“What if this is just like pre-1950s when they kept people like me and your mom in camps? Is that going to happen until we just get injected with whatever crap that serum is?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. This is how people panicked and spun out. He needed to catch himself. He took another deep breath beofre looking back over at Nova. “Sorry, this is all just...I don’t even know what to say.”

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Jake:

After a long day of work, (and with his bronchitis still acting up and bothering him), Jake was not in the best mood. For him, this didn’t mean much, what with the fact that any emotions related to negativity were pushed deep, deep down. Nonetheless, his sour mood could be noticed by the smallest quirk of his mouth and the sighs that escaped him every so often. He was in a hurry to get home, after all: perhaps curl up with a good book, get in bed and pass out reading the likes of Salinger or Baldwin. (Franny and Zooey was a favorite of his, as was Giovanni’s Room.)

But on his way home,  Jake couldn’t help but stop as soon as he saw the news broadcasted on a TV in a nearby electronics store. There was another man there, seeming just absorbed by the news as Jake was.

“I’m sorry,” he started, and then stopped. He wasn’t sure if the other man would be in the mood for conversation, but Jake was a little confused. This couldn’t be real, could it? “Do they… have the jurisdiction to promote something as big as this?”

Nick clicked his tongue and crossed his arms at the man’s question. He wasn’t irritated with the man for asking, but the predicament in general. This would be big, he could just tell. He could already picture crazy Pastor Silas talking about a day of reckoning or something, the politicians dismantling the already fragile balance between humans and supes. Nick wasn’t ready to say goodbye to his pack, or even his abilities. He didn’t spend all these years training, learning how to be this way and accept himself. He wasn’t just surviving, he was thriving as a werewolf. Human Nick wasn’t so blessed.

“I don’t know,” he said. Nick, who barely graduated high school, didn’t know how the laws worked. He could only imagine the worst. “I don’t know how it was legal to even make it. I wonder how long it’ll be before doctors can start administering it to people. The world’s fucked.”

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James:

“Well…At least ice cream still tastes the same,” James mused quietly, taking a bite of his Neapolitan flavored dessert. At least now, he didn’t have to eat around the chocolate part. Maybe he was trying to find something positive amidst all the hell he had experienced the past four months. That hell wasn’t over, but at least it was more bearable. He could live like someone with rights again, see his friends, see his family. Eat ice cream. “I can’t remember the last time I had chocolate,” he said, tilting his head.

Nick swivelled on his heel when he heard James’ voice. It was like hearing a ghost. James had been like a big brother to Nick, and these past months without him left Nick shaken. The pack was the closest thing Nick ever had and probably would ever find to a family. He had dreams every now and then, where James would be there. Like he never left. Sometimes they were memories of full moons, other times, Nick was drowning and he could just barely hear James’ voice, muffled and drowned out by the imaginary tides. 

“James?” He asked, his voice raised in shock, eyebrows pushed up. He reached out and grabbed the man’s shoulder. “Holy...Fuck. No.” He shook his head. He was seeing a ghost. He felt James leave. He felt the bond disappear. That didn’t just happen. “You died.” He said, furrowing his brows, like it was an accusation.

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Jason:

Jason watched the news with a little morbid curiosity before inwardly flinching. If he was found out, he was sure he’d be the first on the testing list for that cure and there was no way that he would let that happen. 

“Oh so you’re a..” He trailed off not even sure that was an appropriate question to ask someone. It probably wasn’t but didn’t really know any better and it would hopefully stop the other from looking too closely at him.

Nick sighed, realising how slow the stranger was to the situation. To Nick, it seemed like he was focusing on the wrong things.

“Yea, werewolf. Wanna check my papers while you’re at it?” Nick snapped. This news had him uncharacteristically short and bitter. This was too much change for him in the past few months-- between his pack losing an alpha, Nick having to step up and help run the pack, the pack expecting a prodigal heir that Nick had to protect...Now this? He huffed. “I take it you’re not and hope all supes just go get this serum, huh? I promise I’m no big bad wolf. We’re just regular people, dude.”

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Dewey:

Relief. Elation. Hope. As much controversy surrounded the news about there being a possible cure for the supernatural gene, Dewey could only find himself ecstatic. Not days ago had he been in a literal cage with Silas, the other spouting about some way to have him become human again. Much to his own disbelief, seeing the possibility as nothing but a weak attempt to keep his church pews full. And yet, here it was, staring every passerby in the face through a window. He couldn’t help the barest hint of smile that stretched across his lips, but it faded the moment he recognized Nick; or more so, heard the words coming from him. “You aren’t the least bit curious about it?” Perhaps his opinion would be met with opposition, but still. Weren’t there others like himself? Those who simply wanted to live a normal life, free from being tethered to the bonds of the supernatural world? He knew he couldn’t speak for anyone else, though surely there had to be some who shared his viewpoint.

“Curious? About something that’s only going to make people resent me even more? Yea, no thanks.” Nick snorted softly, crossing his arms. His identity lie synonymous with being a werewolf. His pack was his family, the only thing that kept him on track. The only way Nick could walk through the night feeling like he would have a fighting chance of survival if someone came at him. When he was human, he could have easily been shot dead in the street. “Because what if they make us take it? What if we aren’t allowed a choice? And how do we know it really works?” He countered, quirking an eyebrow. 

“You’re a doctor, right? There’s no way this thing can be safe at all.” He argued. For once, the shoe was on the other foot: it was Dewey who was optimistic and Nick who was resistant.

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Grace:

Grace took the water from him and sipped it after he spoke.  “Oh ‘ll drink to that,” she laughed.  After sipping the water, she set the glass down on the counter and started getting her potion ingredients out of the cupboard she kept them in.  Potions was just cooking with magic instead of science, so it made sense to her to keep everything close together.

While she started measuring the ingredients into the pot, Grace looked over at him.  “Oooh girl problems?  Consider me very intrigued.  What sort of girl problems could someone like you possibly be having?”  He seemed like the type who always got the girl in the romantic comedy.  Surely his love life was perfect.  “I’ll take the compliment and do my best to dole out any advice that seems fitting.  I cannot guarantee that it’ll work though.”  She started stirring the potion in the pot.  “Just give me the deets and I’ll try to make sense of it.”

“Well, two girls. Don’t worry, it’s not like a cheating thing, it’s all very casual,” he assured, cracking the eggs into the pan and getting the potatoes started on a separate pan. He could talk and cook-- multitasking came with the territory of being a short-order chef. He clicked his tongue as he tried to think about where to begin. “First of all, I apparently have a type: sassy brunettes,” he said, looking up at Grace and pointing the spatula at her. “So if shit falls apart with these girls, you know who to set me up with,” he teased before refocusing his eyes to the food as he cooked.

“Basically, one is super successful and hot: Sophie Vidales, right? Total package, we’re friends with benefits type deal,” he explained. “But then this new girl came to town and she works at Black Lotus. Emmy? She’s more like me in terms of...hot mess. But she’s super mysterious and I can’t really get a read on her. But I really like Sophie, but then Emmy. I don’t know. I think I’m just word-vomiting.” He couldn’t really put into exact words what he wanted from Grace. Maybe just to help him focus his thoughts and feelings. He thought he wanted something more with Sophie but Nick’s attention span was short and he chased any girl who gave him a second glance. “I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings but that also includes my own, you know?”

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Kelsie:

Kelsie was on her way to get some food having spent the morning meandering her way through the baby department at a local store in the hopes of finding something for her baby.  She felt like a failure not having made her baby shower list, so Kelsie had started working on that.  What she didn’t expect was the information about the cure.  The disappearances.  Her heart lurched when she found out.

She saw Nick watching the headlines on the screen.  She sighed softly.  “I don’t know,” she murmured.  “Maybe it is…but I don’t know.”  Her baby was moving, as if latching on to it’s mother’s emotional issues in that moment.  “At least some people will find the people they thought were missing,” she murmured while trying not to be jealous.  At least someone got answers.  Tilting her head slightly, Kelsie tried to read his expression.  This will be a lot for her to figure out.  It could make things dangerous for them.  She’d have to call a meeting with the betas to talk it over, but until people tried something with this cure, there was nothing they could do either.

“I was going to get lunch,” she told him.  “Come with me and we can start brainstorming how to deal with this.”

“Jesus Christ, and the people who were missing? Who volunteers for something and doesn’t tell anyone? Just up and vanishes?” Nick continued, snorting bitterly at Kelsie’s comment. His rage wasn’t directed toward the Alpha specifically, but this whole thing made his skin prickle. It rubbed him the wrong way. Nick kept his eyes trained on the television, arms crossed tightly as he fumed. His own emotions blocked out any implications coming from her but it clicked for a moment that James had disappeared. But no, they had felt James go. Die. Right? He turned to Kelsie, his gaze softening.

“Do you think...?” He caught himself and swallowed. Hope was a dangerous thing and Kelsie didn’t need this on her. Not when they all accepted he was gone. Nick nodded softly, his mind reeling as he tried to refocus on the moment. “Yea, lunch sounds good. Maybe I’m just hangry. I can’t...Something about this whole thing smells like foul play.”

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Emmy:

Emmy sat close to Nick, her legs crossed as he began to explain the wolf. She was curious, she had never met a werewolf before, well not that she knew of. She was exposed to this land of gods and monsters in Shadow Falls, and it fascinated her. She took multiple tight lip sips of schnapps as he spoke of this other part of him that she had yet to meet.

Talk of this telepathic network that he was involved in with his pack, spooked her. She was naturally a very secretive being, and the thought of someone being able to track her or her emotions made her tense up. She understood this family that Nick was proud to be apart of, and she was happy that this once lost boy had finally found a home, but she simply couldn’t relate. At this point she was estranged from her mom, and she had no clue where she belonged.

A chuckle escaped her when he referred to himself as a pup. This man was completely harmless, and the thought of the wolf within him chasing birds and howling like a hyper dog was so humorous to her. She was glad to hear that he evolved out of his puppy stage, and was now more in control of his wolf, it made her respect him a little bit more than when he had first entered her room.

She was having a good time hearing Nick talk about himself, so when he diverted the conversation to herself, she quickly shifted her gaze from him, and rose from the bed. “I don’t know…I guess I don’t make too much of an impression.” She offered as an excuse, as she made her way to the window by her altar, opening it a crack. She couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol in her system, or if it was because she was now in the hot seat that Nick had threatened, but the room was getting so stuffy.

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Nick was enthralled by the air of mystery Emmy wrapped around her like an afghan. He felt like she was studying him, absorbing him, and truly listening. It would be hypocritical of him to dislike that, given it was what he regularly did to others when they opened up to him. But it was strange to be on the other side and to be the subject rather than the observer. What helped was that he didn’t feel judged. That was where the spotlight overstayed its welcome, but Emmy didn’t ever make him feel that as he explained himself. He felt seen but not misinterpreted.

He noticed how she rose and went to the window when it was her turn. People often fidgeted, paced, avoided eye contact when they were uncomfortable. He could tell the personal question, despite how broad it was, was making her itch. He allowed her her space and listened thoughtfully when she spoke. What stood out was her lack of details: the things that went unspoken. What sort of family lived in Shadow Falls? A secret siblings? A long-lost father assumed dead or abandoned her? Nick shook away the abandonment idea-- he’d already revealed his own dad ditched him, so there would be no reason for Emmy to feel shame about that if that was her case. Nick tilted his head, keeping his tone open-minded, but soft. He didn’t want to scare her off, like she was a bird that would take flight from those few inches of space between her now-open window and the window pane. “What was the fight about?” He asked.

Then before he knew what was happening, she was back in his space. Her dark eyes surveyed him and he couldn’t help but let his gaze dance over her features as well. His skin felt warm from the copious drinks he had taken from the schnapps and the intensity of her gaze. He leaned in slightly, just a little closer. Her breath stung with alcohol that was soon smoothed over by the peppermint. He let out a breathless laugh at her question and let his hand fall just next to hers on the bed, his thumb grazing over her slender pinky.

“Only when provoked,” he challenged smoothly, smirking at her question. He wasn’t opposed to seeing where this would go: she was a beautiful girl and he’d be lying if he wasn’t attracted to her. The enigma, those eyes. Like she was a warm fog that guided you down a path to someplace you never knew existed. But Nick wanted to find out. He quirked an eyebrow at her, moving closer to her face, his free hand reaching up and brushing back her dark hair from her face. “You up for a challenge?”

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Jason:

“I’m sorry?” Jason asked stopping his walk down the sidewalk. He had just found the main street of the town and had decided to try to find a cafe to get some coffee and hopefully meet some people. But if someone decided to talk to him now than that was one step off of his plan. 

Turning to look at the man who had spoken, he noticed that they had been looking at the TV display and not at him. Whoops. 

“Oh, not you, man,” Nick assured, turning to the man next him who seemed to have been passing by. He was mainly talking to himself but it seemed to pick up the attention of a stranger. Not that Nick minded, he was too riled to keep his opinion to himself.

“Look at this,” he insisted, gesturing to the TV screen as the words about the cure streamed across. Newcasters seemed to consulting some experts about the legal implications and something about the cured supernaturals speaking praises of the serum. He shook his head. “This is so fucked up. What, they’re just going to make us all take a vaccine or something? They’re totally skirting over side-effects and stuff.”

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eilis-rhiannon‌:

Nights like these were Eilis’ favourite. She loved looking up at a clear sky and being able to distinctly point out each and every constellation, especially on a cool winter’s night like this one. Coming from Philadelphia, this weather never really bothered her and they were lucky enough to get nice nights like this. Often times, she would drown in the beauty of it.

Eilis had noticed a man walking towards her and she couldn’t yet figure out who it was until they stood under the streetlight. She remembered Nick. Eilis didn’t spend a lot of time with others in town, but she remembered everyone’s face. “That would be great actually. Home would be nice.” Eilis looked up at him reach for help to stand, “You wouldn’t happen to have any coffee or anything with you, would you Nick?”

Nick took her physical cue and offered his hands back out to her, helping Eilis rise to her feet. He chuckled softly to create a friendly noise. It unsettled him how quiet the world was at this hour-- one of his least favourite things about getting off of work at this ungodly hour. “Yea, my truck is at the end of the block,” he explained once she was on her feet.

“Um, you know, I actually don’t,” he said with a soft sigh. “I’m heading home and crashing right to bed. Which, honestly, you should do too, right?” He suggested with a shrug. Coffee would have kept him too wired. His last cup had been at one a.m. to help him get through the remaining few hours of his shift until he could finally sleep. He couldn’t imagine staying up for much longer after this.

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Nick was steaming at the recent news. Cure. A cure for the supernatural gene? Like it was something wrong with them, that needed to be fixed? This opened a whole new can of worms for their already small-minded world. Would everyone now be required to take the serum? What if they didn’t want to? Being a werewolf had been the only thing that had made any sense to him. Who was he without his pack? Without that bond to tether him down to earth?

He shook his head softly as the newscast ran. He had been walking by the electronics store when the headlines on the TVs in the window caught his eye and caused him to stop and read the subtitles on the screen. 

“This has got to be a fucking joke,” he breathed.

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What they think their most attractive quality is? His really, really big...heart. Seriously, he loves to listen as much as he loves to talk. This boy doesn’t have an enemy that I can think of. 

Their favorite thing to do on Valentine’s day without a date? Find another dateless person and go to the movies or something. He would find another single person and be like ‘this can be totally platonic, but let’s go bowling and grab drinks.’ He really doesn’t like being alone.

How do they feel about romantic comedies? Do they have a favorite? He doesn’t really seek them out, but the last one he saw was The Big Sick because he’s a fan of the lead actor. Plus, it’s a true story and Nick loves those.

Their ideal first date? Anything fun and quirky-- a date at the arcade, a sword-fighting class, something that stands out. Then drinks or dinner where they can really talk and connect. Ends in sex. He is who he is.

What personality traits they find most attractive in others? He is attracted to girls with a level of sass and aren’t super open books. He’s attracted to a level of mystery initially. But after that, honesty is a big thing for him. He wants someone who doesn’t play games.

What physical features they find most attractive in others? Brunettes are a soft spot for him, but he loves a girl with a pretty smile. Also, butts.

Your muse’s first kiss? He was in kindergarten. Her name was Shayla and she was in their trailer park. The kids wanted to play wedding and he and Shayla ‘got married.’ He gave her a weed that sprouted a flower and they kissed in front of the other neighbour kids.

Your muse’s first crush? Their first celebrity crush? His first crush was Shayla, then his celebrity crush was Britney Spears.

Your muse’s first romantic partner? After his brief marriage with Shayla, he dated a girl in fourth grade named Adria. He grew up having a new girlfriend in almost every grade of school. He was well liked and interested in girls, but found he outgrew them easily. He likes to be stimulated but always seeks that rush that comes with dating a new person.

Why did their last relationship end? Kind of like the last answer. His heart kept getting pulled in all directions as he met new people and he stopped being so invested in the relationship. It was new enough that they were drifting apart and mutually parted ways.

What is your muse looking for in their next partner? Partners? He needs someone who knows what it’s like to come from a troubled background. He wants someone who keeps him on his toes and every day feels new with them. He struggles with routine in his love life and needs a lot of spontaneity. 

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Elise:

She looked around subconsciously, almost as if she was really checking to see if her mother or father were actually around. But that was impossible, both were dead. “I don’t know”, Elise told him with a small shrug. “I mean, yeah, I kinda want one. But what would I get?” And if my parents are looking down on me, what would they think?

“I mean, that’s kind of the point. Your body, your choice, you know?” Nick said with a shrug, propping his elbows up on the counter. “I have a couple of tats already, my pack one being one. It’s pretty sick, getting ink. Some stuff is sentimental, some of it is random. Kind of like these trees. What kind of stuff do you like?”

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Eilis:

Eilis was still getting used to running both the library and Neverland and she can’t truly recall why she even said yes to it when the opportunity came. However, she was here now and properly able to raise her daughter. This was her night to be on call at Neverland.

She had been in for a couple hours now, watching who was coming through, making sure no one was causing any problems. Definitely one of the more calming nights she has seen, but she could wait to close up and go home.

Finally, they made it to the end of the night and Eilis had found herself exhausted and instead of going home straight away, she sat outside the library steps to take in the beautiful night sky before morning was to come.

Nick had just finished his last graveyard shift at Devil’s Diner. A 24-hour diner was awesome when you were a patron, drunk at four a.m., and wanted bacon and waffles. It was not awesome when you were sober, on a ten-hour shift, flipping pancakes for someone who was about to puke in the booth at your restaurant. After Kelsie’s connection with the Hellmouth, Nick decided to put in his two weeks and pursue an opportunity to really cook. He had one week left, but luckily, no more night shifts.

As he walked to his car, he saw a pale figure sitting outside the library. His brows knitted together out of curiosity and he walked past his truck over to the woman. His hands were balled in the front pockets of his coat. It was freezing for February and he couldn’t imagine why anyone would be out in this. “Hey, you okay? Need a ride somewhere?” He asked the woman, squinting through the dim light of the street lights.

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Grace:

Laughing, Grace shook her head.  “I promise there isn’t dog hair in it and I can also promise this isn’t mimosas.”  Shaking her head slightly, Grace couldn’t help but be amused.  She wanted to get both of them feeling better so they weren’t just stuck dealing with the hangover when they could have been doing much more important things.

Following him into the kitchen she gestured up towards the cupboard by the fridge.  “The glasses are in there,” she told him before bending down to pull a big black pot out of one of the cupboards.  She knew better than to mix cooking and potion making, so she had a special pot just for that.  Cauldrons were so 200 years ago.  “The ball was really fun though,” she told him as she started gathering a few ingredients for the potion.  “I was skeptical at first. It seemed really uppity but I did have fun.  Though the free booze definitely didn’t hurt.”

Nick chuckled and nodded, appreciating how easy Grace was to get along with. He supposed that’s why he enjoyed her company so much. While the two hadn’t gotten particularly deep with one another, he saw her out on the bar scene often. While her place wasn’t usually where they hung out, it was a nice and easy change of pace. He pulled out the glasses and poured them both a glass of water. “Cheers to cheersing way too many fucking times last night,” he announced before tossing back the water. It stirred in his stomach, his body trying to process something that wasn’t hard liquor.

“Yea, wasn’t it?” he asked, pulling eggs out of the fridge and cracking them in the pan next to the strips of bacon. “Dude, I think I’m in trouble though. I’m having hashtag girl problems,” he chuckled with an uneasy sigh. “Can I ask you some advice? Like, you’re a chill-cool girl, you  would have some insights.”