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James Ratchel

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a character in “Fieri Unum Lykos”, as played by Gentlemiss

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JAMES RATCHEL

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N I C K N A M E
Jamie

A G E
Nineteen

G E N D E R
Male

S P E C I E S
Halfling

P A C K
Arvada

R A N K
Halfling






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C R U S H
None

M A T E
None

S K I L L S
Quick - Agile - Climbing - Intelligent - Great Memory - Okay Hunter - Peace Maker - Stupidly Brave

W E A K N E S S E S
Strength - Lacks some common Sense - Too Friendly - Gullible - Uncomfortable with Himself - Unreliable - Predictable, to an Extent - Afraid of the Dark - Colorblind - Deaf in left Ear - Insubordinate without realizing It

F E A R S
The Dark - Being Hated - Losing his Wolf - Losing his Pack

Likes & Dislikes
â–Č Daydreaming
â–Č His Wolf
â–Č Fixing Things
â–Č Heights
â–Č Climbing
â–Č Music
â–Č Adventuring
â–Č Being Outside
â–Č Running
â–Č Making Friends
▌ Hunting
▌ Being stuck Inside
▌ Being Disliked
▌ Mean People
▌ Sweets
▌ Silence
▌ The Dark
▌ Fights
▌ Blood
▌ Seriousness






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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Jamie does not feel nervous in social situations, and has a good impression of what others think of him. He likes to speak out, take charge, and direct the activities of others. He is usually the leader in group activities. He prefers dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. He regards intellectual exercises as a waste of his time. He finds helping other people genuinely rewarding and is generally willing to assist those who are in need. He also finds that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfillment rather than self-sacrifice, however he does not enjoy confrontation, but will stand up for himself or push his point if he feels it is important. He has strong will-power and is able to overcome your reluctance to begin tasks. He is a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some. He rarely gets angry and it takes a lot to make him angry. Mostly his emotions are on an even keel and he does not get depressed easily. He does not feel nervous in social situations, and has a good impression of what others think of him. He is poised, confident, and clear-thinking when stressed.

He genuinely likes other people and will openly demonstrate positive feelings toward others. He makes friends quickly and it is easy for him to form close, intimate relationships. He finds the company of others pleasantly stimulating and rewarding, and enjoys the excitement that crowds provide. He likes to speak out, take charge, and direct the activities of others. He is usually the leader in group activities. He leads a fast-paced and busy life. He moves about quickly, energetically, and vigorously and is always involved in many activities. He loves the bright lights and hustle and bustle. He takes risks, and he seeks thrills. He is a moderately imaginative person who enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy. Jamie is reasonably interested in the arts, but mostly interested in just music. He has good access to and awareness of his own feelings. Always eager to try new activities, travel, and experience different things. Finding familiarity and routine boring, he will take a new route home just because it is different. Often he exhibits a readiness to challenge authority, convention, and traditional values. He also feels a certain degree of hostility toward rules and perhaps even enjoy ambiguity.

He naturally assumes that most people are fair, honest, and have good intentions. He sees no need for pretense or manipulation when dealing with others and are therefore candid, frank and sincere. People find it relatively easy to relate to him. He does not like to claim that he is better than other people, and is generally shy from talking himself up. He is tenderhearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity. He believes that he has the intelligence, common sense, drive, and self-control necessary for achieving success. In general he tends to be disorganized and scattered. His sense of duty and obligation is average and although he is mostly responsible, he can sometimes be unreliable. He often says or does the first thing that comes to mind without deliberating alternatives and the probable consequences of those alternatives.

Wolf - To outsiders, he may appear to project an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that start building at an early age. When it comes to his own areas of expertise -- and he can have several -- he will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not he can help you, and if so, how. He knows what he knows, and perhaps still more importantly, he knows what he doesn't know. He is a perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes his interest. What prevents him from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: He applies (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does it work?" to everything from his own research efforts to the prevailing social norms. This in turn produces an unusual independence of mind, freeing him from the constraints of authority, convention, or sentiment for his own sake.

He is known as the "Systems Builder" of most groups, perhaps in part because he possesses the unusual trait combination of imagination and reliability. Whatever system he happens to be working on is for him the equivalent of a moral cause to another, both perfectionism and disregard for authority may come into play, as he can be unsparing of both himself and others on a project. Anyone considered to be "slacking," including superiors, will lose his respect -- and will generally be made aware of this; He has also been known to take it upon himself to implement critical decisions without consulting his supervisors. On the other hand, he does tend to be scrupulous and even-handed about recognizing the individual contributions that have gone into a project, and have a gift for seizing opportunities which others might not even notice. In the broadest terms, what he "does" tends to be what he "knows". Personal relationships, particularly romantic ones, can be the his Achilles heel. While he is capable of caring deeply for others (usually a select few), and is willing to spend a great deal of time and effort on a relationship, the knowledge and self-confidence that makes him so successful in other areas can suddenly abandon or mislead him in interpersonal situations.

This happens in part because he does not readily grasp the social rituals; for instance, he tends to have little patience and less understanding of such things as small talk and flirtation (which most consider half the fun of a relationship). To complicate matters, he is usually extremely private, and can often be naturally impassive as well, which makes him easy to misread and misunderstand. Perhaps the most fundamental problem, however, is that he really wants people to make sense. This sometimes results in a peculiar naivete', only instead of expecting inexhaustible affection and empathy from a romantic relationship, he will expect inexhaustible reasonability and directness.


A P P E A R A N C E
Jamie has dark brown hair. It is not usually styled anyway, he simply wakes up and runs his fingers through it, leaving it messy in an adorable sort of way. But anyways, isn't very long, so really there isn't much to worry about. Jamie's eyes are a deep chocolate colour. The base color is a dark brown, with light browns mixed into the color. Another strange effect is the specks of gold in his eyes, it is something most people used to stare and ask questions about so his mother eventually bought him contacts that were just brown. Though he does not wear them anymore. Jamie has a long torso, and long legs, standing at five foot, nine inches. His chest is very..cut out. You can see almost all of the muscles and even his rib cage sticks out slightly.

His normal attire consists of darker clothing. Old band tee shirts[The Beatles, KISS, Led Zeppelin, etc.], polo shirts, solids, button downs, and even a few muscle tees. Though the only pants he usually wears are black or grey skinny jeans and occasionally basketball shorts, though they aren't preferred. And he hates shoes, with a passion, but when he does have to wear them he prefers DC's.

His wolf is much smaller than other lycan, mostly because he is a lycan. His coat is a light brown, dark brown mix, and his eyes are the same golden brown color that they are when he is a human. In this form, he is just as agile and fast as he is in the other, but he isn't very strong or much help in fights, other than being able to maneuver around quickly and evade enemies with his speed.


B A C K G R O U N D
His mother was a lycan in another pack, long ago. She slept with just about every wolf, and when the Alpha found out, he kicked her from the pack. She took up with a human man who she slept with to stay with, until she got pregnant. She died giving birth to him and the Keepers took him afterwards, since he would be a halfling, and left him with the Arvada pack.

So begins...

James Ratchel's Story

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Elliott Hartnet


Elliott loved being an Alpha, but sometimes it was a pain in the ass. Especially when being an Alpha entailed running perimeter at two in the morning to make sure that there was no humans or any other creature wandering near the mansion. It wouldn’t be the most ideal situation if one of the stupid townspeople stumbled onto a mansion full of sleeping Lycan, let me tell you. Such a thing had happened a long time ago, before the night time perimeter runs, and the Wayland pack still hadn’t heard the end of it. Though the incident had happened before even his father was born, the eldest Keeper’s continued to bring it up anytime a Wayland Alpha had something to say. Damn Keeper’s, they just had to live forever, or well, a really long time. Though it wasn’t fair that the Keeper’s got to keep themselves young with their magic while the Lycan protected and served them for a normal human life span, no one ever seemed to complain about it.

Elliott fell onto the first floor couch around five, not even taking off his jeans before promptly falling asleep shirtless, unable to make it up five flights of stairs to reach his room. He and Bristol had the floor below the top floor, occupied by the Keepers, and the attic. They had separate rooms obviously, but she was normally the first thing he saw every morning and the last person he saw before going to bed, at least for a week now that had been procedure. Then every night he got up around one thirty or so so they he could run perimeter for three-some hours, making sure everything was the way it was supposed to be. He supposed he could slack off and only run it a few times, then head back to bed, but sometimes he needed it, like tonight.

When Eli ran, it was like he was being set free. There were no more Keeper’s to deal with, no more pack members feuds that he had to settle, no more packs joining together that he had to handle. It was just him and the rest of the forest, all the birds and the owls and the little bunny rabbits that he occasionally saved from the sneaky fox- yes, he was that wolf. Eli also loved the hunt, he almost had a lust for it, but he also didn’t like taking more than he needed. Killing wasn’t just a sport for him.

A few hours later, when the other pack members started to wake up, they would find their Alpha half naked and passed out on the living room couch. It wouldn’t be anything new, and they would probably tease him later on for his snoring. Though Eli cared little about these things, as he slept peacefully through the rest of the night and into the morning.






James Ratchel


You’re weak.
No I’m not!
Such a baaaaby.
Shut up!
Make me.
I-I

Exactly.

Jamie swore up and down, left and right, fucking diagonal even that his wolf was out to get him, as if it was his fault that they got stuck together. That wasn’t fair at all though, considering it wasn’t his fault that his good-for-nothing mother had gotten pregnant with some human guy and had him, this little sterile bastard that was good for nothing. Everyone either pitied him or hated him, either way around it wasn’t good. He just wished sometimes that people could just treat him normally, like they treated everyone else. But they would never do that. He was a halfling, basically a monster of the Lycan and magic world. Odd, how he was the monster.


No, I’m the monster. You’re just the thing I got stuck in.

Jamie couldn’t stand it anymore. This wolf was going to drive him insane. It got him in trouble any chance it got. Whenever Bristol would tell him to do something, if he was off daydreaming or not entirely paying attention to himself, the wolf would take over and do something asshole-ish, something that in the end got him in trouble. Insubordination, it was called, and the Lycan type didn't take kindly to it. Something like a capital offence of the wolfie world. They always told him that "Lycan" was the proper term, sounded more professional and smart and all, but he always liked the term werewolf. That's really what they were, right? As far as Twilight went, they were werewolves. Then again, he hadn't seen anyone turn into a wolf the size of a house yet, so maybe Twilight wasn't really something he should go off of...


Dumbass. No one likes you, don't you get that?
What's your fucking problem? Can't you just leave me alone for five minutes!
...

His wolf grumbled and snarled, but shut up for once. Apparently he needed sleep too, since it was almost one in the morning and Jamie still hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, too busy fighting with his inner wolf. They'd spent how many years together and they still couldn't get along? It really was a shame, considering his wolf was a pretty strong character. Perhaps they didn't get along the best, but, they could probably be a valuable extra asset to the pack if they could only get their shit together. So much for that though, it was pretty much guaranteed to never happen. Though his pack didn't expect much from him anyways, so it wasn't like he was letting anyone down.

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Matthew's morning began with the usual mundane processes, jazzed up, of course, by a little magic to smooth things along. He had woken up early, as usual, at exactly 6AM to the confident buzzing of his incessant alarm clock, and had risen quickly to turn his shower on.

His shower ran cold water, to wake him up. It was almost icy in temperature, and struck his bare body like dozens of little blades of ice, and yet it was undeniably refreshing. At first, the water had stung his semi-conscious body, but now the water ran down his bare chest in steady rivulets along each contour, outlining his shape with lazy accuracy. Matthew sighed, and pushed his hair back, moving under the stream of frigid water to feel it strike his face for a moment before turning the temperature up to a more comfortable level. Steam soon fogged up his palatial bathroom, curling lethargically through the air in abstract spirals and clouding the mirrors and shuttered windows. Matthew sighed again, this time in soothed appreciation for the more pleasant feeling of hot replacing cold on his body.

But he knew that he'd spent a few minutes too many under the wet deluge, so reluctantly shut off the water completely and stepped out of the shower, not bothering to grab a towel as he moved from his bathroom to his adjoining bedroom, where his clothes were already laid out waiting for him. As he walked, Matthew appeared to mutter to himself for just a second, but the following second, the moisture from his body seemed simply to disappear, leaving him dry and clean. A small, rakish smirk ghosted across his lips; the use of magic for trivial tasks always seemed to amuse him.

Wandering over to the selection of waiting clothing, Matthew took his time, in a surprisingly good mood this morning. He began to dress without thinking, sliding on first his jeans and accompanying underwear as he contemplated his pleasant mood. It could have been because of the full night's sleep he had just enjoyed, unhindered by unpleasant dreams or disturbances. It could also be that he could feel, mostly, the content atmosphere in the house, and how surprisingly well the coming together of the pack had been. A full week had passed, and there had been minimal fighting, and that was something that Matthew was personally proud of his pack for.

As a sort of reward, Matthew had ordered breakfast for the entire house, which was why he had forbidden wolf transformations between nine and ten that morning - they really didn't need the delivery boy running home to tell everyone of the wolves that lived
in the forest. Which was why he muttered a reminder, one that he knew each conscious individual would receive. "Remember. No wolf transformations this morning between nine and ten. I've ordered a little something in," he told them, using his magic to ensure that everyone in the house would get his reminder. It wasn't classy, but it got the job done. Usually, when he had a message like this to give out, he would have the walls take on the words in fancy, spiralling letters, but he wasn't in the mood for his usual over the top gestures.

Matthew supposed that he should probably go down to make sure the kitchen was ready for his surprise, if there wasn't already someone in there. He didn't really mind if anyone had already eaten; he knew that being a lycan was hungry work and second breakfasts weren't really uncommon here, but it ocurred to him that he should probably go and remind Rey to keep her pack in check first. The delivery of hot, fresh croissants and pastries, bacon and eggs, mushrooms, fruit, yoghurt, and anything else the pack could possibly have wanted, wasn't to arrive for at least another forty five minutes yet, so they still had time to make sure that the pack were on their best behaviour.

He scooped up his shirt, and walked in his socks out of his room and along the hall to the place where Rey resided. At first, he had disliked the knowledge that she was just across the hall, but he'd gradually grown accustomed to the idea of having her so close. He knocked on her door and called in, "Rey? Are you up? You coming down for breakfast?" though the last words were muffled by his shirt as he tugged the plain white tee over his head.

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Elliott Hartnet


Elliott was incredibly oblivious to the commotion surrounding him, be it Faline’s screaming in the middle of the night, or later on Georgia’s loud music that she usually woke the house up with, or even later on when the same girl stood above him taking pictures before shaking him to try and wake him up. At the voice in his head though, his eyes sort of fluttered open, his lips parting in a quiet sigh at being woken up. He would have to have a talk with Matthew, he thought. He and Bristol were the Alpha’s, not him, he didn’t tell his or her pack what to do. He was somewhat startled to see Georgia there with her phone, but he put two and two together rather quickly as he closed his eyes again and put on a smile, as if he was posing for the camera. Unfortunately when he opened his eyes, Georgia’s had just flicked back to him, and once again he figured out what was about to happen. But by then it was too late, he only had time to roll from his side to his back before he was pounced on.

Bristol landed on him just as he reached up to grab her sides, tickling the other Alpha before she got a chance to jump away. It was strange how easily he had adjusted to having Bristol around, but he supposed that was because she reminded him so much of his Beta, whom he had had the fortune to be around for quite a while now. He didn’t dislike anyone in the house, really, except maybe Matt T, but even in that case it was little more than annoyance. Elli just wasn’t the sort of guy that didn’t like people, he got along with everyone.

By the time Bristol was off of him and cuddling Georgia, he was definitely wide awake and more than aware that he didn’t have a shirt on. It wasn’t that he was self-conscious of his appearance, he knew he had quite a nice body, but with now three girls around and David hurrying past, making him feel oddly conscious of himself, he felt rather naked. He sat up with a huff, his bare feet finding the floor as he leaned back on the cool leather couch. His hands found their way up before he ran his fingers through his dark hair, making it even messier than it was before this. Though he never did much with his hair in the first place, letting it go whichever way it wanted to.

After a few more moments of waking up, he let his eyes pop open as he pushed himself off the couch, taking a few steps away from the couch before turning back to the girls. “Ladies, however nice it is to see you both first thing in the morning, I’m gonna go shower and put clothes on now.” He said, trying his hardest to keep a straight face whilst teasing them as he often did. “And I better get a copy of those pics, Georgie.” After winking at his Beta, he turned towards the steps, taking them by two until he got up to the fourth floor where his room was. After picking out clothes, he went into his and Bristol’s bathroom to take a quick shower.

It was about twenty-five minutes later when he headed back downstairs, somewhat afraid as to what he was going to find once he got there.






James Ratchel


Jamie woke up quite a while later, but his wolf still seemed to be sleeping, leaving his mind rather
 quiet. Truthfully, he had grown used to having the wolf up in his head all the time, judging everything he did and criticizing anytime it got a chance. Not hearing it was odd for him, he felt alone. Shrugging it off, he got out of bed and headed to the one bathroom that was on the basement floor, making sure no one was occupying it before he went inside to take a shower. Not long later he emerged wearing one of his usual, odd outfits. He had a sort of reputation for wearing strange things, mostly because he liked to piss off his wolf, but also because he liked standing out a bit. For a guy that preferred to fade into the background most of the time, he didn’t dress like it.

On his way upstairs he ran into a certain Omega that was coming back down with an apple, literally running into him before bouncing off and towards the wall. This woke his wolf, it probably sensing danger when really it was just Jamie hitting his funny bone off of the wall.


You’re so clumsy.
Go back to bed.

Jamie ignored his wolf from there on in, turning his attention to David as he started apologizing. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you.” He finished, a few more apologies stuck onto the front of that. He was rubbing his own elbow, feeling the familiar sting of hitting your funny bone. He would no doubt have a bruise tomorrow, simply just because he bruised easily. ”Hey, what are you doing back down here anyways? Isn’t there supposed to be some sort of surprise or something from one of the Keepers?”

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Rey
After brushing her teeth and hair, taking a quick shower, and getting dressed, Rey had plopped down onto her bed and began painting her nails. Bright, neon orange for that day. She loved to paint her nails different colors, and had a collection going. The collection was still packed away in a bag, but she had to have at least 30 different colors. It was almost an obsession even, and she often thought about giving some of it away. She obviously hadn't.

Around the time she had started a movie to watch while she waited for her nails to dry, she heard the shower staring. Matthew. She smiled a bit and almost got up to pull some prank on him, but stayed put in the end. She was enjoying her early morning movie. Matthew announced that they had gotten breakfast to everyone, which Rey had forgotten about completely.

"Rey are you up? Are you coming down for breakfast?" Came a muffled voice, obviously Matthew's, from outside her door. Rey grabbed her remote and flicked off the movie, then got up and called back, "Yeah I'm coming!"

Rey slipped on some shoes that were basically just slippers and half ran out into the hallway, almost running into her fellow keeper. Just barely managing to dance around him, she grinned and waved.

"Mornin'! Ready to head down I hope?" She was already backing up to the stairs as she asked, her hand out to feel the wall as she walked backwards to ensure she didn't go too far and fall.

David
Crunch crunch crunch. David had almost finished his apple, and was looking up at the ceiling as he thought. He could hear people waking, commotion starting. He had hoped to be outside by then, but Elli sleeping had startled him enough to make him back track. The girls were having fun with it though, no doubt. He could hear them from where he was, laughter. It made him smile now and then, especially since he doubted they were able to immediately wake Elli up despite the noise.

"Remember. No wolf transformations this morning between nine and ten. I've ordered a little something in," Matthews voice went off in his head. It felt a little unnerving really, especially since it wasn't even his pack's keeper, but the others. Though, the packs were together now...

David shook his head slightly, trying to snap out of it, and then stumbled back when he collided with something. Did he really miss a wall being in front of him? Blinking slowly at the object, he realized no, he hadn't. And said object was a person. His brain immediately went into a quit checklist, almost analyzing what happened. Not my pack member. His name's Jamie. He ran into me. He's talking.

And then: Shit, I don't know what he said.

He was still trying to remember what he said, watching him rub his elbow. He slowly realized he had apologized, and was now focused on the fact that Jamie seemed to hurt himself.

”Hey, what are you doing back down here anyways? Isn’t there supposed to be some sort of surprise or something from one of the Keepers?”

Blink. Surprise? Oh, breakfast.

"I got this before the announcement. I avoid big groups anyways, especially when you're expected to talk a lot," he answered slowly, then nodded to Jamie's arm. "You okay there?"

Xavier
Outside his room, Xavier felt a bit unnerved. He could tell people were up and about, but wasn’t sure if he should really join or not. He didn’t know many outside his pack, and many in his pack just thought he was trouble. He felt conflicted. Up to the living room, maybe kitchen. Outside even.

He stood in silence for a moment, thinking. Finally he decided to go on upstairs to the living room. There was no harm in trying. On his way up, he heard girls laughing, Elliott’s teasing, and other little sounds that indicated people were already up. It was all muffled though while in the basement, and became clearer as he came to the living room. Elliot was walking out, probably to his room. Two girls, from what he could tell were Bristol and Georgia, were on the floor cuddling. Glancing around, he also spotted Mindy. Sitting in the corner in a rocking chair. He wasn’t surprised really.

After looking among them, he decided to go outside and sit on the deck. Hopefully no one would mind, it’s not like he wasn’t allowed to leave anyways. Making his way outside he was pretty sure no one noticed him. He took a seat on the edge of the deck, looking out into the forest. He heard breakfast would be delivered, and could wait for that.

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Jamie continued to attempt to ignore his wolf, inside concentrating hard on David, as if the boy in front of him could get his wolf to shut up. So many times he had tried to put up some kind of a mental wall to keep his wolf from coming through, but he always bashed right through it and kept on abusing Jamie. Sometimes concentrating on something else helped, but not for long. He couldn't even read more than a chapter in a book before his eyes ended up emptily scanning the page, his mind too busy battling with the voice inside his head. Now his wolf demanded to get out, he wanted to run. But that wasn't possible, he kept trying to tell him, his Keeper ordered for no wolves until after ten. Of course, the wolf cared little for this, deciding that he didn't have to listen to anyone but himself. This is the exact reason why he was always in trouble...

At David's question he stopped rubbing his arm, both hands dropping to his side as he cocked his head slightly to the side, examining the other man. "Um, yeah, I just bumped it off the railing after running into you." He laughed it off, like he did with almost anything he said. No matter how serious he was, he always ended what he said with a laugh. It was because of the way he doubted himself, how he didn't want anyone to pity him- in the case of being hurt -and he didn't want anyone to reject his ideas- in the case of suggesting something-.

"You wouldn't want to go for a run with me, would ya'? He had already pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the time to make sure they'd have enough. "There's still like a half hour before nine, and we could head out the back way to make sure no one sees us?" His wolf grunted in approval, sounded annoyed with Jamie even though he was getting his way. There was really nothing he could do to please the grouchy animal. "Please?" He pulled out the puppy dog eyes, something Jamie was infamous for. It was how he got his way most of the time, when he really wanted something from someone.

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David was absently picking at his shirt, watching Jamie go through some internal struggle. Or at least, that's what it looked like. It occurred to David Jamie was only a halfling, which he had somewhat forgotten. After all, he wasn't from his original pack. His wolf was probably bothering him, which David didn't quite get. Everyone acted like their wolf was so demanding, but his never was. The only time his wolf really wanted to take charge was when it felt in danger, angry, and other strong emotions. But David was mostly passive. So his wolf didn't bug him often. Maybe a little nudge here and there, but it never pushed him. But from what David could tell, Jamie's was pushing him.

"You wouldn't want to go for a run with me, would ya'?" James was suddenly speaking, snapping David from his thoughts. Run? Oh, that's what his wolf wanted. "There's still like a half hour before nine, and we could head out the back way to make sure no one sees us?"

David paused, unsure. If they got caught, he'd get an earful. From everyone. But then again, Jamie really looked like he had already made up his mind to go. They had enough time, probably. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, David looked down the stairs where he was headed in the first place, and back at Jamie.

"Please?" And of course puppy dog eyes. Sighing, rubbing the back of his head like he was still unsure, David nodded, shoulders slouched in defeat. Then he finally replied to the other.

"Alright, but only a quick run. I don't feel like having Rey or Elliot or even Georgia pissed at me, alright?"