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Post by Namir Black on Mar 8, 2008 10:33:43 GMT -5
Namir for once was standing there silently and staring at her shoes. Trying not to listen to what the two lycans were thinking, trying to silence the roar of mental voices that surrounded her. Somehow the human's thoughts were so much easier to discard than those that she was curious about. However, she looked up just in time to catch Arai's thought. Namir shot her friend a look to check her facial expression to make sure she was being sincere, the tone of her thought felt like it was. "That'd be great," Namir offered a smile, knowing it would be unreturned. She knew with Adele that she needed to check herself before she got too anxious, or read too much into her, or her thoughts. With another glance to Arai she looked back to Adele confidently, "Lead the way," she paused, "Wait.. What about the suitcases?" Thinking they still had the other's bag.
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Post by Adele Holst on Mar 8, 2008 20:13:26 GMT -5
“I’ve got my bag… Do you need to grab yours?” Adele picked at the strap of her backpack with her short fingernails, noticing that the dark haired girl, Namir, had only a small bag with her. Ack, what am I thinking? The conveyor belt had long been empty of luggage from the flight she’d been on. “Or, you mean you don’t want to drag our bags along to get food?” The villa was a bit a way away, although she still needed to call and perhaps get some money; but if Namir and Arai were staying at a hotel nearby, they could drop off their bags. Something vibrated in her jeans pocket and Adele looked down, surprised, fishing into the pocket for her cell phone. Thought I turned this thing off… She didn’t motion to Arai or Namir, or ask for pardon, but answered the call. “Ich bin am Flughafen… Ich will für Speise aufhalten. Könnte ich etwas Geld erhalten? …Zwei Minuten.” Closing the phone, Adele tried lifting a corner of her mouth to make it a smile, and shrugged a bit, “I’ve got someone waiting for me, who will take us someplace to eat. We could leave our bags in the car, or stop at your hotel?” Adele was assuming the girls had a place to stay, and that it would be at a hotel. But she had perhaps overlooked the fact that most people (unlike her) were a bit hesitant, if not altogether unwilling to get into cars with people they’d just met, especially if it was a new country. That thought hadn’t crossed the teenager’s mind, and she looked at both of the older girls casually with her tired eyes.
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Post by Arai on Mar 8, 2008 20:49:44 GMT -5
And here was the strange system of Namir and Arai, wandering werewolves. They did not, in fact, have a hotel. Rarely did they know where they were going long enough to reserve a room. If they couldn't pick one up, they would find somewhere to crash for the night. As Adele was distracted with the phone, Arai thought to Namir, 'I think we can trust her. I just get a feeling that we can. Besides, she can speak German; neither of us can. Let's go with her - you never know what could happen. We might find more lycans, or someone to convert at least.' Arai rarely took charge in situations, especially around the bolder Pete and Namir, but when she felt that she was right she had no problems speaking up. "I've got my bag," Arai said, "and we're fine just carrying our things. They're not that heavy." As proof she lifted her bag easily, putting it over her shoulder. She was ready to go and get some food. But if Namir didn't want to, Arai wouldn't push it. Better safe than sorry - if Namir felt uncomfortable she would go with her.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 9, 2008 22:00:32 GMT -5
"Yeah, my stuff is pretty light," she answered Adele. Okay. So far she seems fine. I guess there's not much harm that can be done... I hope. she answered in turn to Arai. "Let's go." Namir was wary, just because she didn't know Adele, and yes, because they were in a foreign country. However there were two of them and one of her, so if she needed to be overtaken she could be, or so she hoped. All she knew was she was hungry, her hair was frizzy from the heat, and she was bogged down with jet lag. "So, Adele, is this your hometown?" she asked conversationally.
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Post by Adele Holst on Mar 10, 2008 0:30:21 GMT -5
Adele nodded and led the way through the busy airport, passed numerous people carrying luggage, up stairs, over escalators and around corners, to find the entrance where the car was waiting. “Mmm…” That was a difficult question to explain shortly; she hadn’t lived here too long and yet the family she had here treated her better than the ‘real’ family she’d had in Germany. Why did she take every question so seriously? It was easier to lie, but yet Adele felt like she should know how to answer these sorts of questions effortlessly like everyone else. “Well, I was born in Germany, but… Athens feels more like a home to me now, than Germany does. Em… though I’m still trying to get the Greek language down.” She felt she could speak it well enough, just had trouble deciphering the written alphabet sometimes. The bright sun shone overhead and greeted the three girls powerfully as they exited the airport building. Adele stopped a few meters away from the door, shielding her eyes with a hand, scanning the area directly in front of the airport and the parking lots off to the sides. After a moment, she spotted the car, a black BMW 2007 3 Series Coupe, parked nearby. The driver was an attendant at the villa, a clean-cut man appearing to be no older than 32, with long blonde hair pulled back into a single ponytail, and deep blue eyes. Anyone might have mistaken him to be Adele’s father, and perhaps that was the point, but there was no relation between the two except for their Lycan blood. Motioning for Namir and Arai to follow her, Adele opened the passenger-side door and moved the seat so they could get into the back. The driver did not watch the girls get in, or look at Adele until she had settled into the car herself, and closed the door. “Alex,” she said casually to the driver, “This is Arai and Namir. We met in the airport.” Alex nodded, acknowledging a greeting toward the young women, and started the car, driving away from the airport, into the city, “Funny how chance works, isn’t it Miss Adele? Have they come to stay with us?” He seemed to sense that Namir and Arai were not the average Human tourists; that they were not Human at all. But the sun was tormenting Adele, making her see spots if she looked at darker areas of the car; and she didn’t even want to think about closing her eyes for fear the sun spots would add their own little twist on the already unholy images she’d been seeing since her trip to Sweden. She was a little too sleep-deprived, and much too hungry to read in between the lines Alex spoke, or to even admit to herself that she had felt a similar animalistic connection between the two foreigners, too. “Uh… Well…” She didn’t know what to say, and was a bit confused why Alex would even subtly broach their Lycanthropy around strangers. “We’re kind of hungry, could you drop us off to get something to eat… at a restaurant?”
((>.< sorry if i jumped too far…?))
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Post by Arai on Mar 10, 2008 16:55:11 GMT -5
(No, you're good)
Squinting in the sun, Arai half listened to Adele's short explanation and half observed. Everyone around them looked fairly normal. But, as was the case with the girls, that was hardly an indicator to true nature. Soon their new aquaintance was mobile again, heading towards a rather nondescript black car. With a shrug towards Namir, Arai followed. The girl didn't seem to wish them any harm, and she didn't feel overly unsafe around her. Being a lycan, she had found that when danger loomed a sixth sense of sorts blazed in her mind. But that sense was nearly nonexistent here. For the moment, she felt, they were safe. But safety was a relative thing, able to change at any moment. The driver of the car was obviously a close friend to Adele, perhaps her father? They certainly looked similar. But when they entered after her and she referred to the unknown man as 'Alex', Arai discarded the father idea. Few children would refer to their parents by their first names. He looked slightly too young anyways. He spoke of chance, and she had a feeling there was a deeper meaning to it. Strange. But she would not pry into their new aquaintance's life. Privacy was something that had to be given if you wanted it yourself. Both Adele and Namir seemed quite jet lagged and weary from the flight. Arai, on the other hand, was quite alert. Before being bitten she had lived a rather priveledged life and as such had traveled almost every summer. Jet lag, she knew, was best conquered by not sleeping until nighttime wherever you were. By instantly trying to convert to the sleeping habits of the place you visited rather than what you were used to, your body adjusted faster. Though she would have liked to have moved around a little more. So long in a plane cramped ones legs quite terribly.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 23, 2008 10:01:24 GMT -5
Namir dragged her feet along behind the blonde bobbing head of Adele. She was moving so fast, they had just met her and now they were hauling off to her car going to god knows where. With a rag full of chloriform, a limp body, and an unmarked van, this situation could be different entirely. Namir, however, wishing to be polite, or seemingly so, kept her mouth shut and would accept the hospitality that she was given. Hey, its not everyday that this girl could eat. The frazzled werewolfess followed behind her pack sister and their new acquaintance like nothing was wrong, except the jet lag... Oh the jet lag. Namir slid into the seat with a stiff body from the plane ride, but gracious for the comfort of the soft leather interior. Alex in the front seat must have caught their scent, other werewolves were easily recognized that way, but he mentioned staying with her. Stay? Namir's mind was foggy from the lack of sleep and the time difference, somehow she was undeniably ready to accept the offer and curl into a cool mattress somewhere for what seemed to be a necessary hibernation. Her stomach growled in protest like a stubborn child, reminding insistently that it needed to be fed, and quickly. With a glance at Arai it seemed that her friend was okay, there was no look of panic or terror on her face. Namir had to stay awake for her, if nothing else. However, with envy, she realized that Arai looked somewhat perky and alert, not affected by jet lag in the slightest since. If things go bad, I say we grab the food and haul *ss... Meet back at the airport if we get separated, she slipped her message into Arai's mind, fearing that her paranoia would lead her to be too untrusting. There's nothing like sticking a pack of unfamiliar wolves together, the sneaking conniving instincts will come out in even the best of sorts.
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