Oh Captain, My Captain

Carter Joseph O'Brien. 25. Lone wolf. 

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A Bit of Light Reading || Carter & Open

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josefinelivingston:

She definitely didn’t have any doubts over the fact he was flirting now. He’d made it pretty clear, not only with the way he’d bonded with her over books, called her pretty and asked to walk with her, but asking how to get more ticks in the plus column left it as pretty undeniable. Darcy exhaled, a shy feeling overtaking her as she had practically no choice but to look at her feet as she walked.

“Oh, I don’t know…” she shrugged. “I don’t usually think about it.” Letting someone get that close seemed scary. How was she supposed to let anyone get to know her when she didn’t know herself? “It’s just chemistry, I guess. But being a good person helps. Being kind and considerate and genuine. Also giving me food,” she added with a playful smile. Was she flirting back? She didn’t know. Being friendly and flirting all became a blurred line, and she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to un-blur it.

“I love puns, and dad jokes. And anyway, the owner can hardly complain about you mentioning it if he named it,” she said, letting out a ‘pfft’ sound and giggling. “I'l definitely come and visit at your punny work place and we can talk all the Harry Potter you want. In the meantime, how about you be a gentleman and walk me home?” She gestured towards the direction of the pack house. “It’s this way.”

Carter watches as Josie looks at her feet and he smiles; he can tell that she’s getting more flustered with each moment. He lets a small chuckle escape from his mouth. All of it is just so endearing that he can’t help himself. It’s the longest he’s gone without worrying about the whole moonskin part of himself and it’s pleasant. 

“Alright, being nice and providing food.” He strokes his chin for a second, pretending to think on it for a little too long. “I think I could manage that much.” He nudges her playfully as they walk. “I am a pretty solid cook.”

That is something he can actually do. He’s been learning since living on his own and working at the marketplace; he experiments with new recipes and new ingredients. Six months without much to do, he was bound to pick up some skills. 

“And I would appreciate the company, a lot,” he says, “I love the store but it’s not exactly the busiest and it gets a little lonely.” 

He watches as she gestures towards, what he is assuming would be her house. She hasn’t been assertive much since they started hanging out but he likes it. He finds her shyness adorable but knowing when to take charge is never a bad thing. 

“Yes ma’am.” He bows and motions his arms in front of him to indicate letting her pass. “Lead the way.”

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The Night After || Carter & Open

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roguepackmira:

Mira nodded and made a mental note to stop by later, maybe she’d find something good, just a small read to add to her small collection of actual possessions she carried with her as the pack traveled around. “Yeah, my groups not here for long, so says our rules.”

She nodded with a somber look on her face, the missing girl did put a damper on everyone’s mood, and when something bad happens in a small town things just don’t go well for anyone, but for her there wasn’t a better time to see just what kind of things go on in a small town that weren’t good, most often those things happened at night, and if Mira was right, the girl had to have gone missing during the night, she can’t imagine her friends not noticing her go off during the day.

“Small towns, bad news, it’s easy to make them freak out. Bigger cities are used to people coming and going, but towns like Rainsburg. It’s not so common.” When Mira had been a cop back home, she’d often pull the night shift, and she liked going around and seeing what kind of people decided to break the norm and go out at night, sometimes they weren't’ the best kind of people, but that’s when you found out the truth of towns.

“Your group?” Maybe she meant Wyatt’s group. Was she one of the pack that he spoke of? One of the people he was living with? Many thoughts raced through Carter’s mind. How many of these moonskins were in Rainsburg, exactly?

The second he mentioned the missing girl, Carter noticed a change in demeanor from this stranger. She seemed to grow more serious, more somber than before. Not that she was overly warm or friendly to begin with. But then she spoke. She wasn’t wrong. Or so Carter thought. He hadn’t really been to a big city before; not a city that he could remember anyhow. 

“I’m guess you’re from a bigger town?” He asks. It’s an innocent question. He’s curious about this mysterious woman wandering the streets after a girl went missing. He doesn’t quite understand what her goals could be or if she just wanted a stroll. But that latter seemed unlikely. 

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Stumble Upon || Wyatt&&Carter

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itsjustwyatt:

“Mhmm,” Wyatt answers. His head rests back against the trunk of the tree and he flutters his eyes shut just as they sit there. He can tell this is all just as new information as it was to Wyatt. Or, well, Wyatt had more of a handle on moonskin pack structure than Carter did to start with, even if it wasn’t all that much. “When it comes to territory and packs it’s beyond human law. It’s what we are, it’s the rules and conduct we follow, as confusing and frustration as they may be.”

It’s getting darker out, but there’s no curfew. The door will be unlocked and Wyatt’s bed will always be open. Even if it wasn’t, he’d make Ryder or Jordan share with him even if it means he has to shower off the twigs and leaves and smell of the outdoors before he crawls under the covers.

Wyatt’s nose scrunches and he peeks open one eye. Pack isn’t the word they’re supposed to use due to their lack of Alpha. He wishes he could call themselves that. “By word of mouth. Another wolf, they told us this place had no stake to its claim. Clearly they were wrong.”

“It’s strange to think that there’s something ‘above’ human law.” Carter couldn’t believe that in many ways but if people could turn into wolves then he supposed that there had to be something to monitor that. And it’s not exactly something that anyone would want regular humans to find out about. Since the movies and books tend to not be wrong about humans capturing and scientifically studying anyone remotely different.

The thing that Carter had the hardest time grasping is how it all began. Was it magic? Was magic and the supernatural all real? Did it extend past werewolves? There were so many questions that he still needed answers to. Things that he couldn’t quite grasp and things that no one else seemed to want to give him the answers to. 

Carter ponders over what Wyatt is saying as it gets darker. No stake to its claim. Another wolf. Phrases that Carter never thought he would hear uttered by another person. 

“So, what? No two packs are allowed in the same area?” Carter says. He doesn’t know much about animals or how wolves hunt. He likes books and fiction and history but not much about zoology. “Is it something to do with dominance?” 

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A Bit of Light Reading || Carter & Open

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josefinelivingston:

She couldn’t help but grin around him. He was kind and witty, making her blush at all the right moments, and while making her blush might not always be the most difficult thing to do, when Carter did it, it felt nice, the kind of embarrassed that didn’t leave you feeling stupid but that happened just because someone said something unexpected.

“Well I’m glad you think personality is what makes someone beautiful. That’s a tick in the plus column,” she teased with a chuckle. Was this what flirting sounded like? Judging by every romantic comedy she’d watched on netflix, she was pretty sure this was what flirting sounded like.

“Novel Idea!” she repeated, thrilled at the change of subject. “That’s… such a good name. Most recently I binge-read all of Harry Potter. I think the fourth one was my favorite. But I guess they’re all good in their own way.”

Josie’s cheeks were turning red and Carter could see it even with only the light of the moon. Nights like these are ones that Carter lives for; two people, alone, just enjoying each other’s company. He missed it. Being alone too long had started to wear on him and he wasn’t fond of what it did to his way of thinking and his demeanor. He much preferred feeling like what he figured was his old self. Or at least his self six months ago. 

A tick in the plus column, he thinks. “How does one get more ticks in the plus column?” He gives her the puppy dog eyes with a small quiver of his lower lip as a playful jest. 

“It’s a great name, right?” He laughs. “Nothing like a good pun. I actually led with that in my interview. For a second, I thought the owner was going to throw me out right then and there.”

Thankfully, the owner actually didn’t mind it and Carter had enough recommendations from the locals at the market that he landed the job. Everyday, he reminds himself how lucky he got with this town.

“Goblet of Fire is my favorite.” He puts his hands in his pockets and bites his lip thinking for a second. “Well... okay... it might be tied with Prisoner or Phoenix.” 

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The Night After || Carter & Open

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roguepackmira:

Mira laughs lightly taking a few steps forward and leans against the wall of the building, “I’m not exactly afraid of danger right now.” She gives the man in front of her a once over, he looks young, at least younger than her, but older than Wyatt.

“I’m sort of new to town, I like to know where things are at all times of the day without a guide.” She shrugs her shoulders and steps back a little, getting a look at the store he’d just come out of, “nice shop, I should come by when you’re open. Do you have a wide selection?”

She’s not the biggest fan of small talk, but right now she doesn’t want to really discuss the fact that a girl is missing, she wasn’t going to tell the wolf in front of her either about how she wanted to look around and see if she could find anything the police didn’t, she hadn’t found much yet but the girl had only been missing for a day. She knew Delaware had let a few people stay besides her group, that a few solo wolves had been calling Rainsburg home for some time.

“You been in Rainsburg long? Got any advice for newcomers?” She wanted to seem friendly, getting as much information out of people as she can is her goal, the more things she can puzzle out the better, the last thing she wants is to miss something important and another girl goes missing, it wouldn’t be her fault but she can’t ignore the instinct to protect those in town, she may have left the job behind, but she was a cop through and through forever.

Carter finds it strange that she’s walking around her at night just to know about her surroundings. Rainsburg wasn’t exactly a big city and unless one were to have a poor sense of direction, it wouldn’t take long to learn it. He hasn’t been there as long as many of the residents but he knew the place well. 

“I know the feeling. I haven’t even been here a full year yet.” He shrugs. “And as extensive of a collection as we can for such a small town. Shipments aren’t exactly frequent.” 

He smiles and tries to keep it friendly; it’s not often that people wander on by his shop at this time or really any time. But if this woman was as new as she said she was, she may not understand just how odd it is to see people walking around after the shops close, especially after the news of a missing girl. 

“I’m relatively new.” He laughs. “But, the people here are friendly enough. It’s not a very busy town but it’s extra spooked right now. On a count of the news.”

He didn’t want to really discuss the missing girl. “People around here get easily freaked out.”

There aren’t many people to go missing in a small town like Rainsburg. It often feels like something is out there; some sort of boogeyman type that’s just waiting to get more of them. Carter wasn’t frightened but he knew he was from somewhere else. Somewhere bigger. 

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Falling Snow [[&&OPEN]]

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ofdelaware:

There’s something about the Rainsburg Park right at sunrise that brings Delaware to his happy place. When the pups in the house start stirring, Del sometimes likes to slip away and make the fifteen minute drive. There’s a bench at the top of the hill, that overlooks the open fields and little charcoal spots. Delaware can see the entire park from up there, void of humanity and all of their pesky problems.

There’s some snow that’s falling but not quite sticking, and Del feels it falling against his arms even if the cold doesn’t register. He tilts his head back, letting it brush against his floppy hair that needs to be cut. Del scratches at his chin - five day stubble that isn’t just stubble any more - and just takes in a deep breath. They’ve been nonstop busy trying to come to the source of this missing girl with zero results. The frustration is building and Delaware’s doing his best to quell it. It’s not in his personality to talk about it, or to find a healthy way to get rid of it, so instead he just takes these quiet, beautiful moments and tries to hang onto them.

Because in a couple of hours there will be almost a dozen hungry mouths to feed, patrols to run, papers to grade, and an investigation to continue. It’s all waiting out there for him, just an hour or so awake, and Delaware does his best to forget about it all as the sky begins to lighten.

There often nights when Carter just cannot sleep or rest in any way and on those nights, Carter takes long walks that often surprise him in where he ends up. He often finds places that he’s never been before and it’s this that makes these walks all the more exciting to him. Tonight is no different. 

Carter has the book about moonskins in one hand and his flask in the other. He has been walking for a solid hour or so, just wandering aimlessly about the town. He wonders if there will be a good reading spot or if this will be one of those nights where he ends up back at home come day and he’ll just head straight to work. Everything is so up in the air but to him, he just has to live in the moment. There’s no use worrying about the future when the future is never certain. 

As he walks, he comes across Rainsburg Park, which is when he realizes that this has been a longer one than usual. Considering the park is about a 15 minute drive outside of town. He notices a bench at the top of a hill and begins to wander up there, only to realize that by the time he does, Delaware has already beat him to it. 

“We really should stop meeting like this.” Carters says, taking a sip from his flask. 

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Stumble Upon || Wyatt&&Carter

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itsjustwyatt:

“Uh… something about territory and packs and High Pack law, or whatever.” Wyatt clicks his tongue. His answer is vague and short, not because he doesn’t want to talk about it. It’s just he’s still on an information overload from when he met with Delaware and heard all of these same facts. He still doesn’t get it. Okay, well he does, he just doesn’t think it’s fair.

“We’re not from here, this isn’t exactly our home, and even if we intended to make it one it’s not exactly allowed since we’re not an established pack?”

No, that’s not quite right. “I mean, if the territory wasn’t already claimed, that is.” They need to search for their own pack, or travel down to Tallahassee to pick one out. Fine their own Alpha, and their own land. That is if that’s where the rogue pack wants to head to. Wyatt will follow Jordan as long as he needs to.

“Don’t sweat it, just an offer. I can’t even say the head of our group would even say yes.” Though, Jordan probably would, just like he did with every other wayward traveling moonskin he’s scooped up. Wyatt’s been with him for about eight months now, and Jordan had no obligation to pick him up. Or maybe he did, considering what they are to one another. “If you don’t have a timer on your residency here, I won’t worry about any of it.”

“High Pack law...” Carter repeats Wyatt’s words and trails off for a minute. This all sounds slightly insane to him but things in Rainsburg continue to get weirder and weirder in a way that a part of him wants to accept the craziest conclusion to all of this. There are things that just don’t add up. 

“So... Delaware has claimed this town as his and his pack’s?” Carter furrows his brow and grits his teeth. This is strange. People claiming land as theirs even though they don’t actually own the town. They don’t have any rights to the deeds or property but they are forcing people out of it based on some sort “pack laws” that just seem so accepted by everyone. 

All of this has thrown Carter for a loop. He stares off into the night and watches as the stars glisten through the clouds; their light trying to escape the confines of the grey, cloudy night. 

“Yeah. I haven’t been asked to leave, yet.” Carter takes his blessings where he can. “How did you and your ‘pack’ end up here?” 

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A Bit of Light Reading || Carter & Open

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josefinelivingston:

She was pretty sure those shivers down her spine weren’t because of the winter air. Wolves were able to withstand cold temperatures more easily than regular humans, thanks to a higher body temperature. A lot of the time, she hardly felt the cold and only wore scarves and gloves because they were cute and because she didn’t want to stand out. Nope. That little shiver on her spine was all him.

Josie couldn’t say for sure, but she didn’t get the feeling she was particularly experienced in relationships. Surely if she had been, some kind of instinct would have stuck with her, right? Like remembering how to tie your shoe. Remembering how to flirt had to be on a similar, subconscious level. But nope… she had nothing.

“Okay, beautiful might be pushing it,” she snickered. “I’m pretty plain. I know society wants girls to think they’re ugly or not attractive. It’s not about that. I’m just a regular kind of attractive, I guess?”

As soon as she said the words she got the impression it wasn’t the kind of thing a normal person would say. She blushed, furrowing her brow and mentally blaming his flirting for throwing her off, hoping he’d do the same.

“A-a librarian and a book store employee. Sounds like a match made in heaven. At least we’d never run out of things to read.” She smiled, trying to recover. “Which bookstore? I’m going to be staying here for at least the next six months. I’ll be a regular.”

Carter looks at Josefine and frowns a little when she refers to herself as plain and a “regular kind of attractive.” The way Carter sees it, everyone has something to offer and everyone stands out in some way or another that makes them beautiful. No one could be just plain or dull; it isn’t possible with how unique everyone can be. 

“You’re far from plain,” he says, “You have such a lovely smile and kindness about you. That’s beautiful.” 

He says very matter-of-factly and then smiles again to soften the moment. He’s serious, though. He doesn’t like anyone viewing themselves as less extraordinary than they are. The world wouldn’t be as exciting if everyone was actually as dull as they view themselves. No, the world is fun and diverse and something to be explored. 

“I work at A Novel Idea.” Carter smiles. “What’s your favorite book?” 

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THE NIGHT AFTER → CARTER & ARIZONA

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arizonawolf:

The missing girl. Arizona would be lying if she said anything else was on her mind as she aimlessly roamed the nearly empty streets of Rainsburg. It’s extremely early in the evening– far too early– for the streets to be this dead until she realizes the humans are probably petrified; holed up in their homes to avoid being the next missing person. 

Maybe she’ll catch a whiff of Ashlynn’s scent, though she knows how unlikely that would be since she only got a faint smell from Alex’s clothes during their soccer lesson… poor Alex. Delaware has a couple of her family out looking, the realistic possibility that no one will find anything hid behind Del’s uncharacteristic optimistic smile. She understands; just as she won’t admit out loud that something supernatural could have happened to her… though all of the State Pack remained safely in the basement.

If the male hadn’t of spoken, Ari would have probably run into him, his wolf scent grabbing her attention even further after his voice caused her to almost jump to a stop. “I wasn’t expecting to find anyone out here,” she cleared her throat and tried to play off how caught up in her own thoughts she was. “I’m sorry if I startled you.” Her gaze all but pierced into him with curiosity; who was this wolf? She couldn’t recall his scent being even vaguely familiar, and the fact that he only smelled of one moonskin left her assuming he was one of the few solo wolves in Rainsburg Del had told her about. 

The girl before him is stunning with long, dark hair and soft facial features; however, she is clearly troubled by something. Carter can see it on her face, the absentminded stare off into the distant and soft voice as she apologizes for potentially startling him. It is then that he catches her scent. It’s the one that Carter has come to recognize as being only associated with moonskins. Is this whole town run by them, he wonders. 

“Oh no, not at all.” He smiles. “I just wasn’t expecting anyone. Business has been slow today since the news.”

He suspects that if she’s been in Rainsburg for more than a day then she knows about the news of the missing college girl and he only hoped that he didn’t have to specify what he meant. He is curious, though, why she would be wandering around town so late. Even the bar wasn’t planning on staying open much later tonight. 

“Were you looking to get a book or just taking a night time stroll?” He motions to the fact that they’re in front of A Novel Idea. It seems that most moonskins are relatively fearless about being alone at night in a strange town but Rainsburg isn’t exactly dangerous. At least, it’s not usually dangerous. 

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The Night After || Carter & Open

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roguepackmira:

Mira had spent most of the day after the full moon in thought, the implications of what happened to the college girl weren’t the best. She’d spent a good deal of the day with her pack, and the rest she’d spent along lost in her own head. She could easily eliminate her pack and the State pack from the list of wolves who could possibly be guilty of doing something terrible to the girl. But she knew there were others wolves at play in Rainsburg. So Mira was spending the night after the full moon getting to know the town better, especially at night.

So that’s why she found herself walking the streets after sundown, she was able to get the day off from work and she was happy to spend the time out and about, she’d already memorized most of the land around the pack house, and now she was spreading out, of course keeping the rules in mind and keeping over the set distance from the State house. She had no need to go out near the border anyway.

She was walking the streets that were mostly empty now, shops were closing and there were few places staying open this late. She walked quickly, though keeping herself quiet, Mira kept her pace even, she let her sense go out a bit more, working to keep herself alert. She turns the corner and starts to approach the bookstore she’d been meaning to stop in when she smells another wolf. She stops short, just behind a street light and watches him for a moment, the man is closing things up for the night and Mira knows he’s not State pack, he’s one of the solo wolves, and Mira waits for him to notice her.

When he speaks she steps into the light and gives him a soft shrug, “I wasn’t exactly making myself obvious to see.” She’s keeping her guard up with him, she doesn’t know what kind of rules Delaware has made for the solo wolves in town. Mira always has her guard up, especially when dealing with unknown elements, she doesn’t want to bring a lot of attention to herself or her pack.

There it was again, Carter thought, the unusual smell that he only noticed around moonskins; something that the book talks about. The more aware he becomes, the harder it is to ignore things like strange scents. She must be one of them, he wonders. But was she was with Delaware or Wyatt’s group? 

“I suppose that’s true.” He smiles. “But it’s not like Rainsburg is particularly dangerous, even at night.”

The average Rainsburg resident is asleep or at least at home around this hour. That’s what happens when most of the town is older and the local University probably has a curfew, especially with the missing girl in the papers. Something Carter barely had time to focus on; he knew that his restraints worked and he has to take solace in that. 

“So, what brings you out here this time of night?” Carter asks. “Most of the shops are closed.”

The news of someone going missing from the local dorm is enough to spook the whole town. He heard whispers from his boss at the bookstore; he was talking to some of the local farmers on the phone about it all. This town is quiet and news travels quickly around town. But since her scent gave her away, Carter can tell that she’s not afraid to wander around town by herself. It seems moonskins can handle their own. 

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The Night After || Carter & Open

Carter has been feeling off after the night of a full moon for the past six months but usually forces himself to ignore it. Tonight, he just can’t ignore the feeling he has; his senses are heightened more than usual, he’s irritable, and he skin is crawling with extra energy. He paces about A Novel Idea, working to finish up any last minute closing to-dos, hoping that another customer won’t walk in. To his luck, the store is never all the busy. 

He spent most of the day reading the book that Delaware sent him, trying to understand all the rules and complexities behind being a moonskin. A part of him dreads getting to the memory loss section of things, though. He feels like it won’t actually explain anything and the feeling of hopelessness he’s been having will only grow worse. But there’s always a chance that it won’t be worse and the answers will be there. 

Looking down at his watch, Carter realizes that it’s officially 8 p.m. and he can close up shop. He grabs his jacket with his pack of cigarettes and flasks and walks about out the door of A Novel Idea, the bell chiming behind him. The air is crisp and cool against his skin. Carter shivers a little, not because it’s cold to him, just because he wasn’t expecting it but he deems it a pleasant surprise. He pulls the shop keys out of his pocket and locks the door. 

But it’s as he turns around that he notices another figure standing behind him. “I didn’t see you there.” 

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Open || Alexandria and ???

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alex-13-ramos:

Alex laughs and shakes her head. “I know, it’s awful. The only thing I have time to read are the big textbooks that cost me an arm and a leg that we don’t ever use.”

She nods her head when he says that soccer and running are her things. He isn’t wrong: her parents joked that she was kicking a ball before she could even walk around properly.

“Science education. I’ll be that weird Science teacher you had in high school who tries to make science exciting and understandable. You’ll hear all the teens in Rainsburg complaining about my class, eventually.”

“Oh god. Textbooks. That just sounds so dull.” He shakes his head and pretends to gag to a little. “Ugh.” 

He shuffles around in his spot for a minute and sticks his hands in his pockets. It’s interesting that she would choose science education and not something in fitness or sports. But it also makes him smile at the idea of her being the teacher that makes science fun. 

“I’m sure you’ll be a fine teacher. What kind of science do you like?” 

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Here for the Party || Carter & Nevada

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allbark-nevada:

The full moon always makes Nevada antsy. The after affects linger for a day or so and makes Nevada wants to crawl out of her skin. It’s partly that, partly Nevada being much to antsy to sit still in the attic on her day off. It’s also partly the conversation she had with Mackenzie in the liquor store a few days where she pretty much promised that girl that even if Mackenzie wouldn’t be present at the party, Nevada would be.

It’s electric. The energy when Nevada walks in the door if Mackenzie’s house. The house already has way to many crammed into the space and Nevada can’t help but recognize some of them. People from high school who should have grown up by now in her opinion but then again she is still at the party too so who is she to talk. They exchange pleasantries, much more friendly then they actually ever were but that complete fake, ‘omg how have you been we should catch up’ roll her both of their lips and Nevada knows it will never happen.

It’s part of the reason Nevada liked parties so much. The energy around it. The never being lonely in a room so crowded but not having to get to actually know anyone. At least that is how it normally was. Nevada noticed Carter before he made his way into the kitchen. The smell of another wolf would still come clear over the every other party scent when he got close enough.

She pulled on a over the top shocked look before it turnes to fake stupid drunk girl amused and she starts laughing, much to hard. “Omg. That is so,” she talked through the laughs until the come to an instant halt with her fake dropping completely serious showing she really isn’t actually amused by him, at all. “Over done and not completely predictable. Have you actually ever gotten someone with that line? Because if so, I really have lost faith in the human race.”

Carter laughs. “It usually takes one or two more lines of conversation.” 

That line never works and he knows it but the fact that he walked over and attempted a lighthearted conversation usually gets him at least an in to more conversation. But Carter likes to get what he wants and he doesn’t have too much trouble with that even if he can’t use his supernatural persuasion on the normal people. 

“Listen, we got off on the wrong foot,” he says, “I’m Carter and it’s nice to meet you.” 

He reaches out his free hand to shake hers as an offer of peace. He guess it might be a long shot but it seems straightforward is the only way to win over Nevada. He can do that. Be blunt. Don’t beat around the bush and keep the cheese to a minimum. Okay, that last part might be hard, he thinks. 

Carter takes a sip of his beer. “So, how do you fit into all of this?” He makes gesture to the rest of the party and the insanity that was only growing more wild with each passing moment. He knows that she works at the liquor store, which could definitely make her pretty popular in the party scene. 

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A New Arrival || Solo Para

Delaware had said the book would arrive soon and Carter tentatively awaited the package. After the full moon, it was clear that Delaware wasn’t lying to Carter; he still had the reddish marks on his wrists from where he chained the silver to his wrists and legs. He even wore long sleeves just to hide them from his boss and coworkers. Carter also didn’t remember anything from the night of the full moon; something he had been experiencing the past six months. Now it was starting to fall into place. 

But he still needed that book. It had answers and Carter needed them desperately. His skin was crawling with nervous anticipation. What would it tell him? Everything? Nothing? More vague, cryptic nonsense? No. It had to be something substantial or else Delaware wouldn’t have told him to read it. There were clearly rules that had to be followed and Carter wouldn’t be sent this book if it didn’t explain those rules to him. There were things he needed to know about being a moonskin that Delaware trusted this book to teach him.

Carter walked up to the door of the bookstore and pulled out the key to open shop. He was the first one there and there it was, a brown package with his name front and center. He quickly opened the door, grabbed the package, and ran inside. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest. Here it was. The answer to at least most of his questions. Hopefully this could finally explain the memory loss and how he was supposed to acclimate to being a werewolf.  

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Here for the Party || Carter & Nevada

It had been a while since Carter had been to a house party but he has approached the front lawn of the house of a girl he had never met, he felt completely in his element. He walked in the front door to loud music, people already drunk dancing, beer pong, and a drunken girl already leading him to the drinks. Perks of a being a pretty boy, he supposed. 

He smiled at her coyly and began to grab to his own drink. There was everything from bourbon to vodka to beer to wine. He could literally have it all. But something in him told him to take it easy. A few drinks tops, maybe a little weed, but he got a sick feeling in his stomach when thought of going too wild. Thankfully for him, he was an extrovert and meeting new people was easy with or without abusing too many substances. 

He grabbed the bourbon, a solo cup, and poured himself the equivalent of a shot and then grabbed a beer; he downed the shot, chased it with the beer and was ready to party. It was then he noticed the girl from the liquor store, Nevada, hanging out in the kitchen. Now was as good a time as any to make up for looking like a complete ass in the store the other day. 

“Hey there.” He smiles. “Come here often?”

It was corny, he had to admit but corny had always been part of his charm. And while he thought she was attractive, he could tell that trying to make anything happen was a bad idea. So, he had to try and turn off the flirt for at least a few minutes until the alcohol really started kicking in. 

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Open || Alexandria and ???

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alex-13-ramos:

She grins as he speaks, reassuring her that it was normal and fine not to go to bars. Alex really didn’t care if people thought it was weird not to hang around bars. It just isn’t her cup of tea. That, and between the practices and the student teaching and the classes, her brain is practically falling off of her shoulders. Alcohol is the last thing she needs to add to it. 

“Read? I used to… that sounds a lot worse than it actually is.”

Alex laughs and shakes her head before she continues to explain herself. “I’m in college, and I’m on the soccer team. I barely have enough time to study as it is. So reading for fun isn’t something I can really do anymore.”

“No time for reading?” He fakes a gasp. “That’s blasphemous.”

He laughs and makes a small shrug. He completely understands but joking around is half the fun. Carter gets a thrill out of sarcasm, jokes, and good banter amongst friends. 

“Nah. It’s cool,” he says, “It seems like running and soccer are your things.”

He looks around at the campus for a minute, realizing just how much of the town it seems to take up. It’s a rather large campus for such a small city. 

“What do you study here?” 

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A Bit of Light Reading || Carter & Open

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josefinelivingston:

“They sure can,” Josefine answered with a gentle laugh. He was going to make her blush, if she wasn’t blushing already. Gosh, he was so pretty. Like someone had pulled together the picture-perfect example of what a beautiful boy should look like. The eyes, the smile, the hair… He had everything going for him, and he was paying attention to her of all people.

“There you go. Calling me lovely again. Maybe one day we can go reading together, especially if I get that job in the school library.” She beamed, the light in her eyes and smile making up for the darkness of the night. The stars were out, and her eyes seemed to reflect them in all their glory.

Just when she thought she couldn’t be any more charmed by him, he extended his hand. Josefine accepted it, hoping the night hid what she could only assume was the pink in her cheeks. He had nice hands, the smooth hands of a boy who read books rather than built furniture. “Kay, outta the alley, but if we get attacked, don’t be all sad when I’m a better knight in shining armor than you, okay?”

She was already stepping towards it, encouraging him to follow. In truth, she wasn’t scared. If there was anything out there, she’d have heard or smelled it by now. But the game they were playing was fun regardless. “So what do you do here? You have a job, go to school…?”

The way she smiled, the way her eyes lit up, and how excited she seemed about things made Carter smile even wider. He notices that her eyes light up even more the second she mentions getting a job at a library and the idea of reading together. Other than Ryder, it had been a while since he met someone so radiant. But where Ryder was mysterious, gruff, and quiet, she was shy, happy, and bright. The way the stars accented her already vibrantly blue eyes and highlighted her smile all the more; he was drawn to her and she was just so damn cute. 

“How could I be mad?” He asks. “I would have just been rescued by a beautiful woman.”

Carter knew he was a shameless flirt but this was so much fun. Ryder was a little clueless when he flirted with him but it was pleasant but Josefine was going right along with it. In a lot of ways, it eased Carter’s anxieties and fears that he’d been experiencing with his memory loss. Right now, he was actually living in the moment, which was something he hadn’t done in a while. 

They started down the alleyway together and it was a bit narrow but there was clearly something more to be discovered. Rainsburg was clearly an older town like much of New England. There had to be some interesting history or old rundown building that hadn’t been used in a while.

“Me? I work in the bookstore,” he says, “You should stop by sometime, you know, so we can read before you get that job at the library.”