close up and personal

GEORGIA GRANT. 23. WEREWOLF. with your veins all full of beer, thinking “well, at least now everything is clear,” but oh man, what a plan, suicide, it's just not that much different from my own affair, always cussing and crying, how about if you tell me something new.

[swearwlf]

edmvnds‌:

edmund had started tapping his foot in frustration, annoyed at this pharmacist who doesn’t even look like she was trying at all. ‘ do you fucking think i check them if they did their job right? they’re fucking supposed to do it right. ’ he almost exclaimed. ‘ just get me the fucking gabpento or whatever it fucking is. ’

Georgia rolled her eyes as his frustration rose, clenching her jaw to keep from responding with the same fervor he did. She snorted at his last remark and her gaze rolled to him in a mix of amusement and annoyance. “Gabpento or whatever it is? Might wanna know what the fuck you’re actually asking for before you have a fit over anyone else being wrong.”

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allcras‌:

the blonde leaned forward in impatience, casually glancing at the other from time to time as she waited for results. she never really needed any prescription meds but first aids should be replenished. and sometimes, they cannot call a doctor to help them when they’re in the middle of a fight or excursion. she understood that working for people like this was infuriating and she could feel it from the brunette. ‘ the doctors have supposed to have it all figured out. if they do not, i could tell them to do their work better. ’ she commented, half exasperated from the conversation. 

“Yes, they are.” Most of the time they did, but between miscommunications of any two or more parties and occasional technical malfunctions, it was easy to find herself in frustrating circumstances. “Looks like it didn’t go through this time. If you wanna tell them to do better, feel free.” It didn’t matter much to her, as long as it was known that the fuck-up wasn’t her fault this time.

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behxti‌:

“What qualifications are required to literally be the assistant of what’s basically a cashier?” Behati asked impatiently, shaking her head a bit to shift some flyaways shielding her eyes. “Do I have to reach over and do it myself?”

“They’re not—” There didn’t seem to be any point in actually explaining to her. “I’m basically the cashier in this situation, if you want to go there.” Georgia rolled her eyes and tilted the screen towards the woman, about to push the mouse and keyboard as well. “Be my guest.”

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allcras‌:

allura watched the other do their day job, feeling the impatience from the other emanating greatly. ‘ are you sure? ’ she asked, trying to see up to what point her impatience would affect her attitude. ‘ i don’t really understand prescriptions so i can’t really confirm what it is. might you try again? ’

“Yes.” She couldn’t tell if it was a fault of the system, a miscommunication between herself, the other, or the doctor, or an issue of her own, which made things all the more frustrating, but she bit her lip and ran the mouse’s pointer over the screen again, looking for anything that might be helpful. “What don’t you understand?” The question was half of annoyance, and half a genuine attempt to gain more information. Georgia nodded quickly, pressing enter once more and almost hoping for something new to come up, but nothing did. “You’re sure they put it through to here?”

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edmvnds‌:

‘ maybe you should look closer? maybe you had typos? ’ he suggested, shrugging, annoyed that the other seemed to be non-accommodating. ‘ and it’s a fucking prescription, why would the doctor be fucking wrong? ’

“I already checked three times, fuck me if I had that many typos.” It was times like this that reminded Georgia she wasn’t cut out for a job — or much else. Especially one that required dealing with people. “Did I say the doctor was fucking wrong? I’m asking if you’re sure it’s gone through.”

[swearwlf]

“You sure about that one?” Georgia glanced over the computer again, typing in the information for a second time and looking for the prescription. “It’s not coming up.”

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pandorastreasure‌:

“Hey sugar, ya feel like helping a girl out?” Batting her eyelids at the passerby, used to getting her own way with a smile and a flirt. “If ya do a good enough job I might even make it worth ya while.”

“You gonna tell me with what?” The werewolf absolutely wasn’t the most helpful person in the world, especially when there wasn’t necessarily something in it for her. “And again, how?”

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youvegotpower‌:

open starter ;; parker wallace

“I hope you have a decent excuse for interrupting me. These plans have to be perfect and if you plan on distracting me, I require warning.”

It took Georgia a few seconds after the man had spoke to fully realize where she was. She’d felt a wave of panic hit her outside, and rushed into the closest room in the mansion she could find, which had luckily been unlocked. It was only then that she shook her head, trying to snap herself back to a better grip on reality to talk to the man. “I, uh—” the wolf ran a shaky hand through her mess of hair. “Yeah, I’ll warn ya next time.”

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aphraaustin‌:

With a small smile, Aphra reached into her pack and pulled out one of her cigarettes for her old friend. Well, it was probably a long time for the wolf, but with the blonde being alive over two hundred years, she didn’t have that many old friendships. “I suppose I’ll let you this time.” A smirk played on her lips, as they both knew that Georgia didn’t even need to ask.

Taking a deep breath, she couldn’t be happier to have nicotine in her system once more. It wasn’t the same pleasure as blood but it’d do. At least until she managed to feed some way or another. “How you been then Gee? Feel like it’s been a while.”

Georgia passed Aphra the lighter as she took the cigarette, making the trade in one hand and putting the tiny stick between her lips to wait for the lighter back. “Just this once, huh? Thank you for your endless generosity,” she murmured sarcastically, tone slightly more lighthearted than usual.

“Yeah, prob’ly has.” She wasn’t sure where or when she’d last run into the vampire, whether it’d been here or prior to either of their arrival. Things had been different then. It was odd to see people she’d known before her freedom. “’m fine, basically.” The wolf snorted as she thought about what she’d been up to lately, “Got a fuckin’ job and everything. What’s up with you?”

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mcriibundus:

“You’re welcome.” They didn’t roll their eyes, but it was a near thing.

“Top me off, thank you.” They slid their tumbler across the bar to the bartender, offering them a charming smile.

“I figured.” She would’ve thanked him eventually, but not if they were going to force it.

“What’s that?” she asked the vampire casually, tipping her head towards the other’s glass as her own landed in front of her. “Thanks,” the werewolf told the bartender with the slightest smirk.

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prettyontheirknees‌:

Wesley~ Starter

Feeling warm, Wesley went to remove his sweater, only to get stuck halfway through. The restrictive fabric clung to the thinner shirt he had on underneath, pulling it up as well so that Wesley was sat in the middle of the library, flashing his stomach and a portion of his chest for all to see. Which wasn’t exactly an impressive sight, and if his face wasn’t stuck in his sweater, they’d all have a great view of the deep red it was turning in embarrassment. After much wriggling and contorting, Wesley was able to remove the sweater and pull down his undershirt, shoving the offending garment into his bag under the table. Morbid curiosity had him glancing around to see if anyone had seen, and he locks eyes with the person the next table over. Quickly averting his gaze back down to his books, he steadfastly pretends nothing happened, cheeks still red.

Georgia had taken up reading from time to time back during her captivity, and the habit had almost followed her here. Enough to bother to check out the library on her day off — it was too early to do much else yet, at least to her. She stood in the middle of a row, switching off between scanning the shelves and people watching — not that there were too many people to watch, or anything that interesting to watch them do; it was a library, after all — until she saw the man attempting to take off his sweater catch some trouble. It caught her attention just enough to keep watching until he succeeded in taking it off and looking around to see if anyone had witnessed the whole ordeal. She had, and soon found herself locking gaze with him until he quickly looked away. The werewolf snorted. “All good?”

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baalprotectsthekonig‌:

“Pick your poison, this one’s on me.”

“Can’t say no to that,” Georgia shrugged at the other, not about to question the offer. “Whiskey and coke,” she told the bartender, who surely already knew this.

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aphraaustin‌:

Frantically trying to get her lighter to work, the blonde eventually came to the conclusion that it was as dead as she was. With a sigh, she perched on the close by bench, not having the heart to put the cigarette she desperately craved back in it’s box. Instead she just stared at it longingly, hoping that would make up for the fact she was unable to smoke it. 

It was a leftover addiction from when she was human, and although she wasn’t sure if she still could have addictions like that, it often distracted her from the urge to feed. Looking up at the person walking past, she guessed that it was worth asking. “Any chance you’ve got a light?”

The scent of the blonde — corpse, to be exact, but she’d gotten over that — mixed with tobacco and drifted to the werewolf’s senses as she wandered down the cobblestone path aimlessly. She continued her walk in the vampire’s direction, figuring she could join for a smoke if nothing else.

As if like clockwork, Aphra called out to her to ask about a lighter, just as Georgia had been about to ask if she could bum a cigarette. She reached into her pocket and retrieved her lighter, handing it to the other as she closed the distance between them. “Any chance you got a spare cig?”

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sweetkincaid‌:

The blonde turned back to her drink, taking another swig and lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “My mistake, then.” Without a word, she left her seat and began making her way over to the bartender. He had wandered over to a different set of customers, but she easily got his attention flashing him a sweet smile– adding a small lip bite to reel him in. Leaning over the bar she gently cupped her hand around his ear; should anyone else hear the silvery lullaby she began uttering to the bartender it wouldn’t turn out well. She felt him begin to relax, and she went in for the kill. He reached beneath him and pulled out a full whiskey bottle then pressed it into Anastasia’s hand. She smiled impishly against his ear. 

Goal achieved, she slipped away from him and back to the brunette. “I suggest we leave from here before he snaps out of it,” She confessed as she handed the bottle off to the wolf while grabbing her own drink off the bar.

“Right.” She wasn’t one to let anyone have any misconceptions about her. Not that she minded anyone thinking she’d steal from the bar — she would, under different circumstances — but since that wasn’t the case now, no one needed to assume so. Her blue gaze followed the blonde to the bartender as she remained slumped in her seat, fiddling with the leftover ice in her glass. If the scent hadn’t already given it away, this certainly confirmed that the woman was a siren. She knew plenty about their powers, they’d just never been used to her benefit much until now, which made the scene mildly more interesting.

She raised a brow as the woman returned to her with the bottle, a smirk rising on her lips. “Nice.” Georgia took the bottle off the other’s hands, eyeing it with amusement. It didn’t hurt that it was whiskey, either. “Sure, let’s go.” She took a step towards the door, years of fleeing similar situations readying her senses for flight. “—Where to?”

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mvrgcts‌:

           she stands barefoot at the edge of a lake, staring out at open water as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. the lake reflects orange, pinks, and purples and she remembers nights in her teens spent exactly like this. she was an entirely different person then. it’s hard to think that it hasn’t really been all that long since. in any case, she’s different now in ways she never would’ve imagined. everything is heightened ━ she tends to indulge in everything as a result. at this very moment she feels like indulging in a swim. she turns towards her company with an apologetic smile, apologizing for derailing their conversation a bit. ‘ hold that thought, please. ’ she holds up a finger and then thumbs behind her towards the sparkling lake. ‘ don’t that look pretty ? ’ she speaks it with a dreamy tone, turning her face to the sunset and the lake. ‘ don’t it just make you wanna go out and swim in all them colors ? ’ the heart of a poet bleeds through her words ━ it’s far too easy for her to get carried away. ‘ i wanna go for a swim. ’ she declares and begins undoing the buttons of her blouse, paying zero care to the fact that she isn’t wearing anything underneath and glances up towards the other, imploring. ‘ you’ll join me, won’t you ? ’ 

Despite having lived near water for as long as she could remember, she hadn’t much been one to swim in a long time. First there’d been everything on her body she’d wanted to hide from her family or anyone else she’d been around, then the whole issue of having every action controlled and censored had derailed everything in her life for years. Now she was finally free, and well beyond giving a fuck about what she looked like or who saw her. Her thoughts had drifted off as she stared at the lake and all the colors it reflected in the sunset as well; being able to fully appreciate sights like this and take them in without worry was such a new feeling. “Yeah,” Georgia nodded with a shrug at the first question, still not one to be sentimental, at least outwardly. “It’s nice.” She eyed the other, who was already undressing, and began to do the same, tossing her clothes onto a large rock beside her and shivering slightly at the breeze on her skin. “Think it’s cold?”

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erriccc‌:

“It does look like the bartender is cutting you off.” Eric nodded from his bar stool besides the werewolf. “There’s only one thing to do now…” He mentioned with a grin.

“Yeah, s’what I just said.” She still wasn’t sure of it, but now with this other man’s confirmation, it was looking more and more like it. She rolled her eyes at his mysterious suggestion, shrugging and pushing her hair back out of her face. “What, go home an’ drink more?”

[swearwlf]

ok hello!! i’m noelle, i’m the main admin and i play this lil dumbass georgia and my other big dumbass terrance. i have long ass bios posted for both of them on their pages and have played georgia for like.... 6 years on and off, holy shit. i set up an ooc blog but every link i try to send myself just redirects to the main so i’ll try to set up something else sooon!

anyway tl;dr she was captive at a similar island that kept humans but was then turned into a wolf and was still captive until the place was raided by hunters and she fled and wound up here bc she’s terrible at being a wolf. terrance is also tragic and was tortured by his family after he failed to find his powers as a kid but one day they came out of nowhere and he killed his whole family and sucks at being a witch too so he’s here to learn that and make friends and be taught about le sex and all that jazz. georgia’s the biggest brat in the world and terrance is just a soft loyal puppy that gets very angry sometimes and doesn’t know how to act. 

but that’s that for now, i’ll figure out an ooc server thingo asap but if y’all have any preferences lmk. maybe an ooc tag? whooo knows, i’m open to whatever. feel free to hmu to plot or for anything else tho!