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Post by Namir Black on Sept 20, 2007 20:27:57 GMT -5
Namir stretched out on her chair, the cool twighlight wind playing across her back. She looked up and down the beach and let out a sigh. She was too fair skinned to go out during the day, and she preferred the more mild tempered weather, and no one would bother her here late at night.
Namir came here often when she was younger gaining her fluency in Spanish. The smell of trash, salt and people were overwhelming...and something else... werewolves? Something that wasn't human, it gave the slight tinge of rust and stung her nose. Namir put her nose going down wind trying to get a better sense of things.. blood... and the scource behind it.
Quickly she sprang to her feet and ran to the edge of the beach where woods rested, thick timbers tickling the sky. Taking a running leap at it she tried to transform into a wolf. She couldn't do it.. She tried again pressing her mind to transform. Successful at last she ran off tracing the scent.
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Post by Pete on Sept 20, 2007 20:35:46 GMT -5
Over-estimating his abilities, Pete had yet again made enemies with the wrong sort of people. He had taken many of them, but he couldnt reveal his.... condition... he had to do it old school. It hadnt worked out as well as he thought it would. It went something like this, "...If you have a problem with it, lets take it out back!" and the next thing ya know he had eight of em to handle. So there he lay, on the beach... broken and bleeding badly... he hadnt expected them to bring guns. After he went down due to the gunshot wound, they proceded to beat him to a pulp and throw poor Pete off the pier. Pete made a mental note to stop pissing people off.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 20, 2007 20:47:27 GMT -5
Walking on the beach was peaceful. Jarrod had just finished his two-mile twilight run, and now he was cooling off. His sea-green eyes flickered across the beach; you never knew what interesting things the ocean would decide to watch up. Approaching the pier, Jarrod flicked a strand of sandy-blonde hair out of his eyes, peering closer. He saw something fall from the pier; it looked like a human. But it couldn't be, could it? Observing the gang of miscreants skulking away, he decided it was a human. He recognized those guys: a gang of tough guys, but if you got them one-on-one, they weren't so tough. With a powerful leap, Jarrod was in the ocean, aware of how close he was to the perilous pillars of the pier. One could get ripped up on the barnacles and shells that clung there. Blowing out salty water, Jarrod struck on determindely, glad he had taken all those lifeguarding classes. He caught a glimpse of white beneath the surface and dived, wrapping his arms around the boy. Oof, he was heavy, even underwater. Pushing up to the surface, two heads broke the water. "Stay with me!" Jarrod yelled as he started to power back towards land.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 20, 2007 20:51:20 GMT -5
Namir picked up the scent where it was heaviest and began to run as fast as her four legs would carry her when suddenly she stumbed upon a bleeding Pete. "What the...?" her eyebrows raised she couldn't figure this one out. "How do humans beat up a lycan...exactly?" she pondered sarcastically, letting Pete read her thoughts. Namir concentrated and transformed once again, figuring her human hands would do much better than her paws.
Quickly she found the pools of blood as she felt Pete's side. "Well, atleast its not silver." Namir found it best to be sarcastic but kind when dealing with hurt people, if you were too jolly they thought you were insane, and if you were too cold they thought you to be another word. She quickly pulled out some gauze from her bag and wrapped the wounds quickly. "That'll do for now, love" she said softly. "A hospital trip might be best. We'll fight the bad guys later."
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Post by Pete on Sept 20, 2007 21:14:16 GMT -5
"Well, nice to--see you again..." Pete said as he coughed up blood. Hospital... bad... how should we explain this to them? My Werewolf friend was beaten up and shot by a bunch of rednecks, can you fix him? I was thinking of something more along thie lines of pulling the bullet out and stitching me up. And as for you, human, thank you for saving me. he projected to them.
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 20, 2007 21:21:47 GMT -5
Jarrod had been rather surprised when a wolf had run up to the boy he had just laid on the beach. He had been shocked when the wolf transformed into a girl. She had currently ignored him; she obviously knew him. He appeared to have been shot; not a surprise, knowing those thugs. Jarrod had stood a bit to the side, letting her take over. He really didn't want to cross a wolf-girl. Where some might have run screaming at the sight of that wolf becoming a teenage girl, he took it all in stride. In reality, it hadn't really hit him yet. Then, he heard a voice in his brain, thanking him. He shook his head, looking down at the boy. "Did....did you just talk?" he asked a bit uncertainly.
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Post by Pete on Sept 20, 2007 21:45:12 GMT -5
Yes, yes I did. My name is Pete, and as you have already guessed, I'm a Lycan. No, your not dreaming, i assure you I am very real. Now it would be awesome if you could pull that bullet out and seal the wound. It almost amused Pete to see the man recoil in shock, realizing that the boy was talking to him in his head. Again, I thank you for saving me, but remember, this did not happen, you did not see me or the girl... It's hard enough to keep a low profile around here...
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 20, 2007 22:05:46 GMT -5
Namir winced heheh.. whoops? didn't really think about my actions before they happened... she projected to Pete. Sorry, love. Namir got to work quickly, holding his side pushing two fingers in to retrieve the bullet, her fingers slipped over the bullet and she sighed in frustration. Vivaciously she began to rummage through her purse for her tweezers she kept in her make up bag, she then pulled them out removing two bullets, one from his side and the other from his arm, using the small bottle of disinfectant to clean them out and gauzed both tightly. "Jarrod, love, would you please put as much pressure on these as you can? It'll stop the bleeding." her voice purred. Namir flashed a quick smile at Pete, Valiant, this one. Pulling out a local anesthetic and some suiters she stitched up his wounds. She slid her knee under his neck to support his head. Better? Namir couldn't help but smile as she looked down on him and the sweat beading up on his forehead.
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Post by Pete on Sept 20, 2007 22:11:57 GMT -5
Remind me to not get shot next time... Pete winced in pain as Nadir began to probe his wounds... revealing his golden eyes before they returned to normal. Believe it or not, I think i would have prefered to keep the bullets in... god, getting shot was the easy part. And the human, it amazes me he hasnt been running around in circles screaming... he may be of use to us.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 20, 2007 22:20:06 GMT -5
((Sweets, its Namir! not with a d.... my name is NOT nadir:P))
Sorry love! I put some anesthetic on there, I'll remember next time...which HOPEFULLY there won't be another next time. You're right it is quite odd that he's not freaking out.. but then again, I didn't freak out when I met you either. Namir poked her tongue out. He could be a great ally. She winked up at Jarrod, who wasn't being let in on the conversation. "So, Jarrod.." Namir looked deep into his eyes, "what's your deal anyways? I mean, obviously, it wouldn't be good for anyone if you went to anyone about this, but where is your mind? Not many people see lycans running about."
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 20, 2007 22:20:33 GMT -5
(Um, how did you know my name? I didn't introduce myself....)
Jarrod knelt down on the sand, feeling the tiny grains dig into his exposed knees. A lycan? What was that? Sounded......latin-y. "Sorry," he said in a pleasant baritone, "I'm afraid I don't know what a....um....lycan is." The girl seemed the commanding type; she liked giving orders. And Jarrod could tell already that she liked this Pete guy, by the way she looked down at him. Holding the bandages firmly, he said, "Um, he probably needs to be somewhere where all this sand won't get in his wounds. I guess," he said reluctantly, "I guess he'd better come to my house, then."
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 20, 2007 22:36:27 GMT -5
(Lycan's know everything dearest.  ) "Love, do you have a car?" she indicated to Jarrod. " I don't think we should move him that far, he's in pain. And ofcourse I care for Pete, he's part of my pack, and he created me. I have a very fond affection for him." She winked at Pete and patted his cheek. " I can support him for a little while, but maybe you should go get your car if you happen to have one close by. You live close by?" Namir asked with raised eyebrows. She always had a game plan, however half thought out it was. |
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 20, 2007 22:37:12 GMT -5
(nice profile picture btw. heath ledger is gorgeous.)
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Post by Jarrod on Sept 20, 2007 23:01:52 GMT -5
(Um, but they aren't psychic)
Jarrod grinned, displaying two rows of straight white teeth, contrasting sharply with his bronzed skin. "I have no car," he replied, "no need for one. My house is nearby; about a ten minute walk." Looking down at the injured Pete, he decided that he didn't need to be walking there. Muscles bulging, he picked up the boy in his strong arms. Geez, he was heavy for a teen. He didn't look like he could be a day over 17. Standing, Jarrod took a few steps, adjusting to the added weight. Turning to the girl, he said, "C'mon, this way." And then he walked down the beach, injured lycan - whatever that was - in his capable arms.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 20, 2007 23:13:22 GMT -5
"Just to fill you in, I'm Namir Black, and this is my progenitor, Pete. In other words he's the one who made me into a lycan, or as you'd call it a werewolf. Pete is special, I was left bleeding by my abusive fiance, yet he didn't tear me limb from limb and eat me, he saved me from a vampire and changed me in the same night. He's 16 (almost), and we're in the same pack, he's Vincent Valentine's right hand man, Lieutenant Pete, the Great White Lycan, protector of all" she recited. As they walked she looked down at the foot prints their feet made in the sand. "Thank you for being so hospitable. Its very honorable of you." Humans aren't so bad.. Namir smiled gently at Jarrod, "So how old are you Jarrod. Tell me your story. What brings you to Buenos Aires? Any demon inhabited exes or any of that?"
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