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jaymes-alpha‌:

Jaymes only looked straight a head as she listened to him inhale and choke a little. Her eyes floated over to him as he asked, noting the return of the joint and accepted it. “Because,” She took a long drag and held in the smoke as she spoke again, “I’d rather keep pack business in the pack.” Smoke spiraled out of her nose, “No one needs to know what we do among our own.” 

“okay” he said in a sort of drawn out manner, “but where are we going?” There had to be some sort of destination, right? A place to walk towards. 

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jamie-foster‌:

Jamie’s eyes widened some. “Really? Is there a way I can watch that?” he asked curiously, not sure if TV shows were different these days or not.

“yeah” he nodded “I have the seasons on DVD. I just have to find where they are.” he said starting to look through the drawer at the bottom of the stand the tv was on. “Aha!” he exclaimed after a moment, pulling out the two cases “found ‘em”

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jaymes-alpha‌:

Noah? Noah. His words didn’t fully register with her or at the least they didn’t register correctly. He wasn’t making sense to her. She brushed it off and jerked her head at the trees before holding it out to him. “Only if you can smoke and walk. I-” She pointed at herself, “have seen enough talking creatures for today and would like to wander this way. But you may come.”

“I’m sure if I can walk and eat, I can walk and smoke” he said taking it from her, and taking a hit off of it. Noah coughed some as he exhaled, still never having smoked enough to be used to it quite yet. “Why are we wandering this way?” he asked holding it back out to her.

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jamie-foster‌:

“Uh, I don’t know. Indiana Jones? Star Wars? Um. Terminator? Action-Adventure type movies,” Jamie said with a shrug, somewhat embarrassed to reveal how nerdy his tastes were.

“They actually made more movies in all of those series. They even had a tv show for Terminator. It was actually kind of my favorite show as a kid”

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jamie-foster‌:

“Um, I don’t know,” Jamie admitted, shaking his head some. “I mean, it’s been almost thirty years since I … died.” He swallowed, still not entirely used to that reality. “There’s probably been hundreds of movies out since then. Maybe even thousands.”

“Well,what’s your favorite movie? I might have it or something like it”

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jamie-foster‌:

Jamie pulled his arm away, slipping his hands into his hoodie pockets once more to hide the scars. “It’s nothing,” he said, not really wanting to get into it. It’s not like it would make a difference. Not much he could do now that it both worked and yet didn’t work.

“What kind of movies do you have?” he asked curiously, realizing he was almost 30 years behind in movies.

Noah pulled his hand back, not saying anything more about the scars. If he didn’t want to talk about them, then he wasn’t going to push it. “All kinds” he said as he was asked about the movies. “What kind of movies do you like?” If he knew what genres the other liked, then he could narrow it down in telling him what he had. 

[jaymes-alpha]

Jaymes found herself on her couch, staring at the wall in front of her. She was so far past anger and loathing. She had room for nothing more. Counting the bricks to pass the time until she was needed somewhere, the alpha was somewhat aware of the rumbling in her body. The demand to eat. She hadn’t bothered to eat the past few days. That was really starting to bite her in the ass.

Rising to her feet her eyes slowly swept the disaster of a room. She needed something clean to wear into town. Her kitchen cabinets all hung open, empty. The fridge the same. Catching site of a white pair of sweats, stained brown and green around the ankles where she had ran through the woods, she begrudgingly pulled them on. A form fitting black sweatshirt  with a high neck was pulled over her head to cover her torso. 

The alpha lit a joint as she walked the hall out of the warehouse. The smoke twirled around her head as she autopiloted to the nearest place for food. Someone’s voice stopped her. Looking at the person was harder then she had expected. The clouds wouldn’t release her head, she couldn’t find her ground, reality. It took her a minute to finally bring them into focus. 

“I’m sorry what was that?” The question was half assed and disinterested. 

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“Are you okay?” Noah repeated the question to her. She didn’t look alright, she looked like she’d been hit by a truck or something. “Have you - “ he bit his lip as he looked at her, starting to notice something familiar from when he was younger with his mom. He wasn’t sure if he should bring it up, so instead he gestured to the joint, “Can I get a hit?” he asked, having only smoked a handful of times in his life.

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jamie-foster‌:

“I don’t think ghosts sleep,” Jamie admitted, trying to remember what he knew of them from media. Not that that really had any bearing on the real world … “Damn. I’m going to be so bored.”

“Well, I’m usually up late, and I can always leave some movies or something playing on the tv.” he told him “or you could practice on being able to touch things. Go full Swayze.” he offered up. Noah bit his lip as he looked down at the rolled up sleeves, “Is - is that- “ he moved his hand, letting his fingers moved down over the scar, or rather his fingers running through where the scar was.

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jamie-foster‌:

“Oh. I’m … sorry,” Jamie said, not entirely sure what to say. He glanced around the apartment once more. “Um, are you sure it’s okay if I stay here? I can probably find a … cemetery to haunt or something.”

“yeah.” he nodded “I’m sure my mom will be fine with it. You’d have to sleep on the couch...if you can sleep. I’m not sure how ghosts work, I’ve never met one before”

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jamie-foster‌:

“You’re … a werewolf but … not a werewolf?” Jamie asked hesitantly, not understanding how he could have a pack and an alpha if he was human. “Or are you one of the hybrids?”

“Neither” he shook his head “my mom’s a werewolf. She has been since I was 12″ 

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jamie-foster‌:

“Damn,” Jamie said softly, shaking his head as he looked forward. So many all in one place. He glanced back over at Noah. “Aren’t you afraid of getting killed by one of them? Or are you …” He trailed off, suddenly worried that he’d said something offensive.

He shook his head “I have my pack and alpha to protect me if someone ever did try something.” then there was also Caleb. “Besides, it’s kind of a big deal if someone gets killed around here. The town was on lock down for sometime after someone had been killed.”

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jamie-foster‌:

Jamie looked over at him. “Is that why you asked me what I was?” he asked hesitantly. “What … what kind of creatures are here?”

“yeah” he nodded, “well there’s your basic werewolves and vampires, then there’s faeries and mermaids and all other sorts. They brought in these hybrids a little while ago.”

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jamie-foster‌:

Jamie blinked at him. “I … that can’t be right. I-I … it was 1992.” He sank down onto the couch, expecting to fall through it, but surprisingly he didn’t.

Noah moved to sit next to him. “Something must have happened to bring you here. Maybe there’s someone here that you know” he bit his lip, trying to think of what it might be. “You - you can stay here til you figure it out if you want to. I don’t think my mom will mind. Just umm - you should know that not all the residents here are human”

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jamie-foster‌:

Jamie blinked. That couldn’t be right. He shook his head slightly. “It was May,” he said. “I died in-in May.” He inhaled shakily, despite not needing to, apparently. “What … what year is it?”

“It’s 2019″ 

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jamie-foster‌:

Jamie glanced around the apartment, swallowing hard and trying not to panic. He doubted Noah would know how he got there, seeing as he’d just walked up to him on the street. “How … what day is it?” he asked, suddenly realizing that the weather was much different here than in Chicago. That didn’t necessarily mean a lot of time had passed, but it didn’t not mean that ether.

Noah lowered his hand, stuffing it into his jacket pocket, still getting used to wearing a different one, as he gave Jamie the day, complete with the date, minus the year.

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jamie-foster‌:

Jamie hesitated before turning toward Noah, holding his hand up slowly, palm facing the other. “Am I a ghost?” he asked in a terrified whisper.

Noah lifted his hand, moving to press his palm against Jamie’s, but only feeling that cold sensation again as his hand passed into his, instead of stopping against something solid. “I think you might be” he nodded “if there’s any place this kind of thing would happen, it’s here”

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jamie-foster‌:

Jamie looked down at the clothes on the couch. When he tried to pick them up, though, his hand just went right through them. He jerked his hand back, eyes widening as he felt himself starting to panic again. “Um. I-I can’t,” he said, her voice a hoarse croak of horror. He swiped his hand at the clothes again, but the same thing happened, his hand passing harmlessly through them.

“Okay okay, that’s okay.” he moved next to him, moving the clothes himself. “Put your hand up”  he told him “palm out towards me”