*Burps* Piss off.

[salemsassmuch]

Enter Salem || Salem, Mackenzie & Victor

[mxckenzix]

Mackenzie stares at the man as he pours the coffee on his arms “Are you crazy? you could burn yourself!” she nearly yelled at the guy looking at Victor not liking this at all. She didn’t feel safe.

Mackenzie still though helps Victor to pick the man up who doesn’t really want them to help him specially when Victor says that he’s going to take him back to Becks house. Mackenzie sighs knowing that this was not going to be easy at all. Why did this have to happen today and why was that man being so difficult? they were helping him right?

"Look man, we are helping you, you should be grateful!" she was not being a patient girl like she usually was "Do you really think we should bring him to Beck’s house? he doesn’t want to go there" she spoke to Victor wondering what he was going to do to this man.

[salemsassmuch]

Salem wavered in his patience, and it pained him that he simultaneously needed and wanted nothing to do with the people helping the mustachioed fiend. He wanted to pull free and drop each of them with a solid punch to the jaw - but couldn't. He wanted to break away and tear free from his aching human form - but couldn't. 

There was something in the way of everything, and for yet another moment in Salem's life, he was powerless to decide his own fate, too weak or sickly to provide for himself. One day, he promised himself, one day I'm gonna turn this place upside-fucking-down, and I'll be on top. This simple mantra had been Salem's anger medicine for over a decade at least, and never once when he thought it did he discount it. He had plans, big plans, and he was gonna be king. 

Oh, how he just couldn't wait to be king.

But right now, he had to struggle as a peasant. And these two were willing to help, he supposed. So he would play along, let them scold him or drag him or sniff his goddamned asshole if it so pleased them. If they knew Beck, it meant they were wolves, and Salem needed wolves. 

[salemsassmuch]

Enter Salem || Salem, Mackenzie & Victor

[baranova-victor]

Whatever happened between Mackenzie and this guy apparently wasn’t pleasant, because she looks at him like she wishes he would just keel over and die on the sidewalk. He smells like he’s been on the streets a while — aside from the indescribable wave of wolf that invades my heightened senses. 

I rub my eyes with the heel of my free hand, trying to get myself together enough to help the guy out. 

"It’s your lucky day," I say to the guy after a moment. "I’m feeling generous today. Let’s get you to Sam’s. Beck’s." I correct myself, realizing this guy has probably been a wolf longer than I’ve been alive, so although he probably knows Sam, he still values Beck as the leader. "Mackenzie, take his arm."

The two of us heave the man up, who doesn’t do much participating in the matter. I hand him my coffee, hoping it’ll at least slightly help his whole situation. “It’s the good shit.” I say to him. “Or at least it better be. I payed five bucks for it.”

[salemsassmuch]

Salem grunts as his stomach twists in knots and his body continuously punishes him. He could feel himself being lifted and dragged and heard someone talking. He ignored the voice as he tried to focus on getting his body to decide on wolf or human. It felt like his insides were transforming while his rebellious skin refused to agree.

Honestly, he couldn't have cared less at the moment on what his body would do, and shakily took the coffee from, er, guy, spilling the cafe drink all over his hand and about half way up his tattoo-heavy forearm. He grunted and fought his own body, his mind hazily registering the words spoken to him, and immediately being disregarded.

Salem let the duo help him until he heard one word that did concern him - Beck. "No." He groaned, weakly trying to pull away from his helpers, "I don't need him - argh - he doesn't want me. Just - nnngh - just leave me here. I'll be f-fine." Salem, even through his pain, knew that Beck's house was the last place he wanted to be. He couldn't even remember what it was that Beck did to piss him off enough to leave in the first place, but he knew he wasn't over it. He just wished he had either the strength to fight himself free or the trusting to tell them of his self-imposed exile. Instead he was grunting and wiggling and probably looked like the useless subwolf he had been before. Damn did he hate himself. 

[salemsassmuch]

Enter Salem

[salemsassmuch]

Wait! Salem’s thoughts cried excitedly. I think she’s going for it! Go in for the hypothetical kill!

"I, uh, don’t have any money. And my home… my family… shit, it’s complicated. If I could explain it to you- well, I can’t even promise I would even if you’d understand. I’m just starving right now. Literally. Like, I might die within the week without food."

Was that… sincerity? Stop that! Bottle up your emotions and reveal them to no one. Remember: people you trust are your worst enemies.

Salem mentally thanked his brain and returned his attention to the girl, smirking at her. He had a 50/50 shot with this girl keeping him alive, and if not… he was probably gonna have to change. And if he did that… how would the pack react to seeing him again? He didn’t want to risk it, so he needed this girl. 

[mxckenzix]

"Oh I’m sorry to hear that" she replied fixing her bag that she was holding over her shoulder. 

She wasn’t quite sure on what she should do, that man quite scared her to be honest and she really just wanted to go home and get cuddled in her couch an watch her tv while eating ice cream.

Should she trust that guy and help him? 

"I uhhh" she opened her bag looking if she had any money "I only got 10 bucks or so" she stated and looked at the guy "I don’t know what else I can do for you and I really think you should go to your family, you can’t ignore them forever, trust me. I’ve tried that"

[salemsassmuch]

"Look, kid, I don't need a lesson on how to deal with personal shit, I need sustenance. Now, are we gonna see me concerned about shelter but at least with a full belly, or are you gonna see my mustache in the paper next Monday under the "fuckers who died lately" column?"

Salem realized he was being abrasive, and he could feel the animal within him getting worked up as well, but the more he thought about his pained stomach, the closer he could feel himself coming to tears. Salem did not cry. He didn't whine. He didn't piss and moan about 'Oh boo hoo, I haven't eaten in three days.' But he couldn't control his stomach which roared with his own rising aggravation. 

He looked at the scared girl and realized she was not keen on his people skills.

"Fuck. Never mind." 

Salem pushed off of the wall in minute anguish, pausing on the sidewalk as he panned his vision around to set a destination. 

And just wear are you going? 

'I'm going to change.' he thought as he took his first few steps. As soon as the determination was set, his body gave into "it", hair on his tattooed forearms standing up and browning rapidly. Salem quickly pulled his sleeve up, confirming what he already knew.

"Augh," he grunted, moving faster. "Not in the goddamn street!" This was decidedly spoken too loud, but before he could do anything about it, he gracefully tripped on a wedge of sidewalk, landing hard on his stomach and eyebrow. His body, feeling the force to his gut, responded by attempting to expel the contents of his stomach - contents that simply didn't exist. 

So there lied Salem, on the sidewalk in the middle of what he considered to be butt-fuck-nowhere, world growing hazy as he dry heaved pathetically. Well, look at the bright side.  

'What bright side?' he barely managed to think.

At least you might die. 

[salemsassmuch]

Enter Salem

[salemsassmuch]

The car was blue, very interesting. Oh, that car had two wheels, that was ballsy in this weather. Salem hated vehicles. The appeal beyond “they get you places” had never quite clicked for him, so he wasn’t really that attached to his car-spotting. And then a person happened. Really? Salem thought angrily. Am I fucking okay? Why do people have to- fuck, fine. Humor her, maybe you’ll get something out of it.

"Okay? Oh, I’m fucking keen as dicks. In fact, if you listen closely, you can hear my stomach begging to make soup out of you."

Ooh, eloquent. Now, you might want to turn that into something that’ll actually get you something. Salem sighed in a sort of defeat, recognizing that, despite his aversion to assistance, he would probably need this girl if he were to actually make it through the remainder of the week. 

"I’m, uh, sorry. I’m just hungry, is all…"

Was that an ‘I’m starving, please feed me’ card? Diabolical, keep going.

"…do you know where I could find someone kind enough to help me with that?" 

That may be a bit of shitty acting, but it might get her. Any finishers? Salem mentally smirks, knowing just the touch his inner thoughts were asking for. 

He takes that moment to grip his own arms violently, shuddering aggressively and even throwing in a weak cough to make it extra convincing. He wasn’t wrong in thinking that maybe the acting was garbage, but hopefully he was convincing enough to get some food - and maybe even a place to stay for the night - but let stretch goals be stretch goals and focus on the primary necessity, food. 

Salem smiles weakly at the girl after his little ‘episode’, hoping she’d get him a bite. 

[mxckenzix]

Mackenzie got a little scared at his response and backed a little bit away not liking the way the man talked. She had always been warned about those type of guys but she could handle herself as well, she dances of course and is fast to run.

When he explained that he was hungry, Mac felt sort of relieved but stills eh remained careful, you never know that guy could be dangerous but he seemed very hungry 

"Oh, you don’t have any money?" she asked him carefully hoping she didn’t offend him. "Umm well pretty much everyone here is pretty kind but I mean if you go to a store you will have to buy….you don’t know anyone here? do you not live here?"

[salemsassmuch]

Wait! Salem's thoughts cried excitedly. I think she's going for it! Go in for the hypothetical kill!

"I, uh, don't have any money. And my home... my family... shit, it's complicated. If I could explain it to you- well, I can't even promise I would even if you'd understand. I'm just starving right now. Literally. Like, I might die within the week without food."

Was that... sincerity? Stop that! Bottle up your emotions and reveal them to no one. Remember: people you trust are your worst enemies.

Salem mentally thanked his brain and returned his attention to the girl, smirking at her. He had a 50/50 shot with this girl keeping him alive, and if not... he was probably gonna have to change. And if he did that... how would the pack react to seeing him again? He didn't want to risk it, so he needed this girl. 

[salemsassmuch]

Enter Salem

Salem sat shivering behind Mercy Falls’ local coffee shop, propped up against a large dumpster, vigorously rubbing the cold out of his arms. He could see his breath in the air and feel the bite of the weather, the woods begging him to change and live in them. He knew that the second he stopped fighting it, it would win. He didn’t want that. But he also had very little in the way of options left. He refused to panhandle, changing wasn’t even an option, going “home” seemed like an almost worse idea, and for some reason no one wants to give a job to the guy shaking like a rickety tumble-dryer and looking like a straight up comic book villain. He had nowhere to turn, and his stomach was starting to hate him for it. To add insult to injury, the world’s most fearless rabbit chose that moment to approach him, and look up at him as though he were going to give it food. 

"If I had the means to, I would kill you and eat you without cooking you." 

The rabbit either got the hint, or sensed there would be no vegetables coming his way, and casually hopped away from Salem, who took this moment to stand up and walk around the side of the building, leaning on the wall just around the corner. Convincing himself that he had some extremely vested interest in every single vehicle that passed, he fought within his very bones an urge which he worried he wouldn’t be able to contain much longer. 

[mxckenzix]

Mackenzie was walking after her dance practice, the day was nice but cold. But everything was sort of okay, Isabel was back, she was helping Victor out with his problems an cheering Sam up. She was pretty much helping people all over the place but not herself like usual. Mackenzie was the type of person who helped others with their problems but hid her own from other people so they wouldn’t worry.

a lot of people knew that.

She missed her parents even though they were assholes and treated her badly but she knew they loved her but she wished she could have told them that she cared for them as well. 

She was passing a store when she saw a man who looked like he was struggling. Mackenzie stopped walking and tilted her head to the side staring at the man “Are you okay sir?”

[salemsassmuch]

The car was blue, very interesting. Oh, that car had two wheels, that was ballsy in this weather. Salem hated vehicles. The appeal beyond "they get you places" had never quite clicked for him, so he wasn't really that attached to his car-spotting. And then a person happened. Really? Salem thought angrily. Am I fucking okay? Why do people have to- fuck, fine. Humor her, maybe you'll get something out of it.

"Okay? Oh, I'm fucking keen as dicks. In fact, if you listen closely, you can hear my stomach begging to make soup out of you."

Ooh, eloquent. Now, you might want to turn that into something that'll actually get you something. Salem sighed in a sort of defeat, recognizing that, despite his aversion to assistance, he would probably need this girl if he were to actually make it through the remainder of the week. 

"I'm, uh, sorry. I'm just hungry, is all..."

Was that an 'I'm starving, please feed me' card? Diabolical, keep going.

"...do you know where I could find someone kind enough to help me with that?" 

That may be a bit of shitty acting, but it might get her. Any finishers? Salem mentally smirks, knowing just the touch his inner thoughts were asking for. 

He takes that moment to grip his own arms violently, shuddering aggressively and even throwing in a weak cough to make it extra convincing. He wasn't wrong in thinking that maybe the acting was garbage, but hopefully he was convincing enough to get some food - and maybe even a place to stay for the night - but let stretch goals be stretch goals and focus on the primary necessity, food. 

Salem smiles weakly at the girl after his little 'episode', hoping she'd get him a bite. 

[salemsassmuch]

Enter Salem

Salem sat shivering behind Mercy Falls' local coffee shop, propped up against a large dumpster, vigorously rubbing the cold out of his arms. He could see his breath in the air and feel the bite of the weather, the woods begging him to change and live in them. He knew that the second he stopped fighting it, it would win. He didn't want that. But he also had very little in the way of options left. He refused to panhandle, changing wasn't even an option, going "home" seemed like an almost worse idea, and for some reason no one wants to give a job to the guy shaking like a rickety tumble-dryer and looking like a straight up comic book villain. He had nowhere to turn, and his stomach was starting to hate him for it. To add insult to injury, the world's most fearless rabbit chose that moment to approach him, and look up at him as though he were going to give it food. 

"If I had the means to, I would kill you and eat you without cooking you." 

The rabbit either got the hint, or sensed there would be no vegetables coming his way, and casually hopped away from Salem, who took this moment to stand up and walk around the side of the building, leaning on the wall just around the corner. Convincing himself that he had some extremely vested interest in every single vehicle that passed, he fought within his very bones an urge which he worried he wouldn't be able to contain much longer. 

[salemsassmuch]

Uuuugggh.

You suck. I'm saying it to lower your self esteem, but mostly because it's true. Acknowledge this and move on.