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[jacquelineburgess]

Seven Deadly Sins || Open

The park was rather lovely by night. Jacqueline loved the city in general by night, really, but this was her favorite part of it. In this park, she could sit on her own, watch the other night figures that frequented the area, find those girls that she most loved to toy with and draw them in simply by being a source of safety in the midst of a male dominated world. Travel in numbers and your safety is twofold, or so was the theory.

Tonight was no different. As she pulled her hair back into a messy bun, Jacqueline took a seat on one of the long familiar benches, tucking one ankle under the opposite knee and settling as relaxed as she could manage as the evening air cooled bit by bit. Someone would come by soon, she knew, and she'd gain herself company for the evening simply by ease of location.

[xtristanxfaustx]

The woods was where Tristan spent most of his time, to be honest. He lived there, for starters. Secondly, he was a werewolf, so it was the most convenient place for him to be. He liked the silence of the forest. No one bothered him there. But occasionally, Tristan needed human contact. He especially liked contact from one of his pack members, but today he was so lonely he was willing to talk with anyone, no matter what their species. 

Coming into town, he paused and scented the air to see if anyone was around. He needed someone, anyone, to talk with. When he caught a whiff of something living, he headed off in that direction to see exactly what he had found. Part of him wanted to turn the person into a victim, but most of him just needed a friend. He hated that pathetic feeling, though, and would probably never admit to it. 

[jacquelineburgess]

Discoveries || Jacqueline & Tristan

She had been foolish; Jacqueline hadn't gotten herself caught outside so close to sunrise in a great while now. She knew well how the times of day affected her, how deadly getting caught in even just the beginnings of the sunrise would be for her. She had learned, young, to avoid, to run, to hide when the hour grew this late.

Had it not been for Elizabeth being out so close to morning, Jacqueline wouldn't have been out by now. As it was, she hadn't even found her daughter, but it was so close now to morning that she couldn't afford to look any longer. Elizabeth had probably been smart enough to hide herself away by now, or so Jacqueline hoped. Which meant now that she had to hide herself, and restart her search come morning.

There were hardly houses to break into out here, though. It was a blessing to find the one that she finally did, though as she moved around the house, she could see quickly that near everything was locked. The only one she could find to slip through, much to her relief, was a crawl window into the basement.

Pressing the window open as silently as possible, she slid herself through the window just in time, escaping the beginnings of the sunset with minutes to spare. First relieved, it was a moment before the scent of a person hit her - and, further, the scent of blood. Turning slowly, she fixed her attention on the basement around her, suddenly wondering if she hadn't made a foolish decision to hide here, or if she had made a great one for that matter.

[jacquelineburgess]

A Weekend Evening || Open

Another new town, another new set of people to weed through. Jacqueline was no stranger to moving, of course. In her many, many years of living, she had long since learned that it was simpler to move location every few years rather than risk someone noticing. Noticing that she didn't age, that she never gained color to her skin, that she didn't venture outdoors unless it was clouded during the day. Noticing that she was anything but the perfect socialite that she presented herself as in public.

Bindlebrim Hallows was no different. Here, she had taken on a new job, a job that her age had made her well... perfect for. Bindlebrim's high school had an opening for a history teacher, and with her rather extensive knowledge of recent history, she had taken the job without a thought. She could watch the young ones this way, as well. If she needed to find herself a new charge, then... this was the best place to find them. To help them, she claimed.

The weekend was her favored time of week, though, and now that the week had at last ended, she found herself seeking out a nearby bar to spend her evening in. She had a folder of papers to grade under her arm, intending to spend her evening grading lest something more interesting should come up. Taking a seat at the bar, she gave the bartender a smile, requesting a simple Bloody Mary, and flipped her folder open to start working on her grading.

[isaiahpowell]

in for the kill; isaiah & open

   If there was anything Isaiah was good at it was tracking down a scent.  This was why he was a hunter for the pack and ultimately was also the reason his 'occupation' was that of a hunter. Full time hunting was not exactly great pay, but then Isaiah didn't really care much about the pay.  Hunting as a wolf was much easier, in Isaiah's opinion, but in human form weapons made things much easier than they had been back when he lived with the wolves and had to kill things with his own two hands. Surprisingly though Isaiah was not fond of guns. They were machinery in his point of view, and as he saw things that made them just as unnecessary as televisions and computers.     So, Isaiah stuck to a bow and arrow when hunting in his human form. He was very precise with it as well. He would not mind going back to having to use his hands, really, but unfortunately that was not an option. The humans in Bindlebrim Hallows would notice something odd.  He was surprised more people didn't ask why he didn't kill with guns. When they did though he would answer simply, "I prefer the bow and arrow."  This raised a few eyebrows, but no one had ever questioned him further. Perhaps that was because people knew better than to question the savage man, or maybe they just didn't really care too much.    He was by the treeline near the edge of Lake Nimue, tracking a doe. She was close, but he had yet to spot her. That was the problem with his human form, the scents got all confused-- he needed a wolf's snout for the better accuracy of scent-- but at the very least his vision was more precise. He narrowed his eyes, treading softly as to not make any sudden sounds.     Finally he spotted her. She was beautiful and muscular, this would be his greatest kill of the month-- in human form at least-- he would get good money for this. Or, as much money as a doe would get him in the town. She was eating some leaves off of a bush. Now was the perfect time. Bringing his bow up and holding the arrow by his cheek, Isaiah stood at the ready. He closed his left eye to aim, and when he felt he had the perfect shot he let the arrow fly.                                    Crunch--         Someone had stepped on something behind him alerting the doe and she ran off. Isaiah's arrow landed somewhere in the bush she had been eating from. Relaxing the arm that held the bow, Isaiah turned to look at the guilty party.     "You," he said, his voice low and threatening on the edge of a growl. He glared at the person, planting his feet on the ground and his mouth curving into a snarl. 

[enyakovar]

;;﹣ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ( enya/open )

          Enya Kovar was many things. A bitch? Sure. A killer? When she needs to be. A leader? Well... that depends on how you look at things. But above all else, Enya was a woman. And she knew how to use that to her advantage. There's a reason her classes were always full, and it wasn't just because of her tutelage. Hell, she even had a waiting list three pages long. So she's narcissistic, and cocky as hell -- she has every right to be, doesn't she? But eight months in this town, and the wolf within was beginning to get bored.

            At times like these, she'd find one of her brother's to taunt and tease, or one of the younger wolves -- but the very idea made her cringe. 'Too easy...' she thought, biting her lower lip as she glanced around. Perhaps she could walk the pier, in search of some poor, unfortunate soul to play with? Or she could forgo social interaction all together and go for a run through the Wraith Woods? Running was something she did best, and it had yet to fail in calming her down. A final gnaw on lip, and Enya shrugged off her jacket, throwing it through the window of her car before she glanced over her shoulder, and in to the woods behind her. Gaze lingering, a smirk curves her lips and she moves to take off her shoes. Heels, they make her calves look great and she's a few inches taller because of them, but they aren't exactly great for a sprint over woodland ground.

                           Tossing them in with her jacket, she rolled up the sleeves of her blouse before climbing up the small hill and disappearing in to the forest... and she ran. Slower than she's capable of running, but faster than most of the college students who run track are comfortable with. As she runs, she closes her eyes for a brief moment and she's somewhere else. In another forest, in another place, with four legs instead of two and blood seeping in to her skin. She thinks about it a lot more than most assume -- not that they know anything, of course. To them, her father's merely missing... Enya knows better.

              Shaking her head, her eyes open and a yelp slips from her lips. She's normally much more focused then this but Bindlebrim Hallows is still a new town to her, and she's yet to get her bearings. Both as a resident, and as the alpha. She wants it, boy, does she want it. She wants it more than anything in this moment and every other moment leading up to this one -- and she should really pay more attention. 'Power and control, Kovar -- power and control.' But her focus had already waned and it had cost her dearly, her foot slipping on a rock and she growled softly as she fell a good way down a steep incline.

    "Fuck!" There's an ache in her ankle but it's already starting to fade, but she lies there on the ground and stares up at the canopy above her with rapidly darkening eyes. She's hungry, and sore, and distracted -- more so than she's comfortable with, and to make matters worse -- she wasn't paying attention to where she was going.

                     A pause, and then -- "Fuck!"