#bbh starters

[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. 

[taliathehuntress]

Talia handed over her money to the local mechanic, who talked on and on about how she should just get a new car while she counted out her bills. "I'll get a new car eventually." She assured him, it was the same promise she'd been making for years. Customizing a new car to suit her needs would be exhausting, and without her dad around it would be almost impossible. Speaking of which...Talia took her phone out of her pocket and started typing as she walked to Scooter's Tavern for a game of pool or two so she could kill time.  〚 Text to Dad:                          What's your location?                                 Where are you?                                 Look, I know you're busy.                                  But can you please just shoot me a text.                                 So I know that you're alright?                                                                                      -Talia〛

Talia could have gone to the Hangar or even the Kaffine but being a waitress at the Hangar made her almost never want to go there outside of her shifts and as for the Kaffine...She didn't really feel like running into family. So she shoved her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and made her way into the bar. 

[xtristanxfaustx]

A storm was coming, Tristan observed as he sat outside on his porch. He took a sip of his coffee before tasting the air, seeing how close it was to rain. At that moment, thunder boomed in the distance and it began to pour. With a frown, the werewolf stood and looked toward the woods that surrounded him, taking in the scent of the area once again. He could mostly smell coffee and rain, but there was a faint smell of someone else- and he could hear them coming closer over the pouring rain.

He wanted to go back inside, but he was curious as to who would be coming in this direction in the middle of a storm. Surely one of his pack members didn't need him this urgently? No, it was much more likely that it was a straggler caught out in the rain, and that they had no idea they were even approaching a house in the woods. They were probably just looking for somewhere dry to stay, and Tristan surely didn't want to offer them his place. Sure, he could use the company, but he didn't like having visitors over. Everyone knew that. Well, everyone in his pack, anyway. He didn't know many people outside of his pack, and they would have no idea that he even lived here, most likely, let alone that he hated getting visitors. But shouldn't that be obvious, from someone who lived in the woods?

He let out a snort, inwardly deciding to stay outside and see exactly who this unexpected visitor was. Maybe he would get away with just giving them directions to the nearest shelter, but it was getting worse out pretty quickly. Lightning was flashing in the distance, and the thunder was loud enough to hurt his sensitive ears. The man took another drink of his coffee from where he stood near the door, trying to act as if he wasn't expecting someone to walk through the treeline at any moment.

[taliathehuntress]

Click.       Click.            Click.  The repetitive sound of her pedometer kept her rhythm as she ran along her normal route. She didn't want to admit it was patrol, but the bag strapped tightly to her back wasn't a fashion accessory and neither was the disconcerted bun on the back of her head. Talia did however have excuse after after for the odd attire and kept an ipod on her for appearances. She did the same routine every night. At different times and different starting points but the route was extensive, she lapped the whole town twice running through both forest and city before collapsing on her bed for the night.  Unfortunately, her bed would have to wait. She had only been running for thirty minutes when she stopped to take her first water break. Her legs still remembered the days where thirty minutes was all she could do before completely giving out.  Limits       Are Made                     To Be                            Pushed. 

She reminded herself of that constantly, and when she was younger she embodied it with all of her heart and soul. Long hours, little sleep, blisters, broken bones, sprains, bruises and cuts. All of them served as stepping stones toward a purpose, and the look of gratitude on someone's face was worth it every time.  Her back pressed itself firmly against the bark of the old tree as she took a drink from the oversized water bottle she carried with her. Sweat glistened over her skin, as careful eyes never stopped surveying the situation around her. Shifting her left foot forward, Talia's weight became evenly distributed as her highly trained ears picked up a sound in the distance. 

[brandondimir-blog]

The weight of a wooden baseball bat in his grip was a heavy one, and though he was of steady hands, his fingers anxiously tapped against the rotten surface. As if hearing someone walk around and not being able to identify their position wasn't terrifying enough, the lights were going out as well and the witch was all too tempted to simply recharge the electricity with magic but just as equally scared to out himself to someone who might endanger his fellow mates - so yeah, the latter won over. He was standing in the hallway, able to hear only his breathing in the silence that settled in right after a short dull thump, when a shadow of a silhouette behind his back finally appeared and had him jumping on his feet to turn to the other side, hand at ready to swing "Shit, you scared the hell out of me! What the hell are you doing here?"

[clayton-doyle]

Clayton Doyle wouldn't normally have been found at Scooter's Tavern. He hated the stench of intoxicated men trying to coo their way into skirts and beds. But there he was that night, sitting by himself at the bar, alone and a little overcome by the drink before him. Everything had a bit of a  h a z e  to it, even the bright lamps which lit the colourful bottles of liquor behind the bartender. His chin rested heavily in his hand, and it took him a few seconds to realise that someone had appeared on the stool next to his.

On any other day, he would've let that slide. But he just couldn't stomach being intruded on any more, time and time again. (Was he was going to regret this?)

         "Can you please not sit there?" he muttered, fingers barring his lips as he spoke, as though trying to cage his bristling words.

[isaiahpowell]

    Isaiah was hungry, for what he wasn't sure, but the cabinets in the apartment he shared with Riddick were completely empty and he couldn't exactly just shift into wolf form and go hunting in the forest-- it was broad daylight and someone might see him-- so, Isaiah set out to find a place to buy human food in Bindlebrim Hallows.     Once he had exited the apartment he did his usual lift of his head and sniffed the air. He was alone, at the moment.     Letting a breath out of his noses, Isaiah started walking towards the more populated area of town. He toyed with the decision of whether to buy actual groceries or to find a restaurant or café where he could sit and eat something for lunch. It was past the usual lunch rush (it was almost two in the afternoon) so Isaiah figured that might be the more quiet option. However, the option of buying groceries meant less human interaction-- though he risked seeing more people.     He pondered this as he started to notice the streets getting more populated, he was almost at the town center.

[elijahxalexander]

He says the words quietly, but there's a firmness to it as he glances at the person next to him. He's not one to be bugged normally by something a stranger does, he's patient enough to ignore it, but there's always that one thing that sets him off. The jazz music was loud and it drowned out a lot of the voices in my head, but it big crowds really weren't Elijah's greatest desire at the moment, or really ever, let alone drunk idiots that didn't watch where they were going on the street, or care for what they did in public.