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“I think you travel to search and you come back home to find yourself there.”
~ Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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Albrecht Felix Wolff

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"Al" - practically his first name at this point, Albrecht uses this nickname in any personal setting and reserves his full name for business and professional scenarios
"Asshole" - a very common nickname in these parts, especially from his brother, given their history

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November 10th, 1981

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Lawyer; Mayoral Candidate

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Male

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Pansexual

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Of the two Wolff brothers, Albrecht has the taller, more broad build. He stands at a grand six feet, five inches and weighs a bit over two hundred pounds. His hair is kept short and pushed back with product, revealing an expressive forehead. His facial hair is often grown out slightly, giving him a more rugged appearance, but he keeps it shaped well. Al's eyes are a deep, sad blue, and they are framed by prominent eyebrows that he likes to wiggle in expression. In terms of scars, he bears a fair amount of claw and bite marks that have stayed with him into adulthood. His most noticeable scar is a thin claw mark that rests dangerously close to his eye.

Some wrinkles have begun to form, cornering his mouth and eyes, but they only make him look more mature and apt for life as a lawyer. Besides these, however, he has retained his youthful, athletic appearance throughout school. He dresses well, often choosing a pair of jeans with a dress shirt or a nicer t-shirt.

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Before leaving Bellingstone for college, it was Albrecht who took on the role of the responsible older brother with a sense of duty. He was a natural leader from birth, gifted with a sort of infectious charm that is found in a country boy. Having tasted freedom, however, Al has little desire to return to what he once had.

It's ironic, however, given the fact that Al is so insecure in terms of personal relationships. He may come off as far more easy-going and laid back, but he still worries about never finding someone to love when he can hardly commit himself to the group he grew up with his entire life. As much as he still hates the commitment of the pack, he realizes he needs something like it as a stable force in his life and sees his candidacy in a mayoral election as a way to solidify his reappointment as Alpha male.

He still has the same charm about him, but it has mutated into something more arrogant and city-like. Al is fast-moving and always itching to do new things and push the bounds of his personal freedom. He is quick to grow jealous and protective, even if he actually can't find a valid claim for something he is fighting over. Despite his easy-going nature, he is also far more aggressive than he seems to be, likely a result of personal insecurity.

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✔ The Water - He's a talented fisher and boater, having spent most of his childhood on the lake outside of Bellingstone
✔ Sports - An active man all of his life, Al is never one to back down from a good game of football or really any other sport
✔ Independence - In the sense of being able to choose his own path, not necessarily in forsaking other beings
✔ Socialization - He's one of those people who claims social interaction is a basic human need
✔ Sparring - Though he acts as though he has mellowed with age, Albrecht still has a love for mock-fights and shows of strength

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✖ Shoes - Albrecht finds them constricting and is often found barefoot around his home
✖ Cooking - He's always hated cooking as it seems tedious to him - he also harbors a slight fear of the stovetop
✖ Lies - Quite the hypocrite, he hates those who lie to further themselves when he, in turn, only left Bellingstone on the back of a lie
✖ Being Wrong - He's quick to grow defensive and even belligerent when proved wrong
✖ Bugs - They're a pain, and they tend to get stuck in fur

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☠ Being unable to find a pack
☠ Commitment
☠ Dying alone

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Albrecht's life was set out for him long before he was born. As the eldest of Richard and Laura Wolff, he was destined to be the pack's Alpha male before he could even walk or talk. His childhood was an easy one in which he was doted upon by much of the townsfolk, especially the pack. This attention only worked to inflate his growing self-confidence, grooming him for a position that would require self-assurance in an abundance.

By the time Axel was born, Al was already establishing himself as a dominant force in play groups. Aggressive from a young age, he often used his height as an intimidation factor. His baby brother stealing the spot light from him only spurred him to establish himself as a force to be reckoned with. Though he showed a responsible, level-headed facade on the surface, he was still a Wolff boy, and he channeled frustration in growing resentment and aggression. In the end, it only pushed Al to transform himself into a golden boy, the apple of his father's eye. So consumed with maintaining his reputation was he that he allowed his relationship with his own brother to falter into disrepair from an early age.

Al excelled in school, proving to be just as quick-witted as he was charismatic. He knew, of course, that he would have to lead the pack one day, but he was instilled with dreams of skipping town and making something more of himself from a young age. They were dreams he kept to himself, letting them fester silently as he fought to live up to everyone's expectations. And so, he buried these intrusive thoughts in the back of his mind, waiting for a time when he could finally act on them.

In the mean time, he had become utterly distracted by the new girl in town. He was somewhere in his late teens when Sydney Green first arrived in Bellingstone, and he knew from quite early on that she had to be the one. After days of gazing at her in passing, he finally approached her, asking her on a date. From there, they took of, hardly looking back - their sudden infatuation became the talk of the town, and the two lovebirds spent nearly every waking moment together. Their relationship culminated in him proposing to her.

The wedding planning was a rush - his parents and her parents getting everything together as quickly as possible for the two lovebirds. A shame that all of their plans would end up going to waste. In either the most extreme case of pre-wedding jitters or an early-onset mid-life crisis, Albrecht was suddenly reminded of hid childhood dreams to leave the small town and attend college. Already twenty-nine, he felt as though his life had slipped past him all too quickly. And so, the night before his wedding, he took a much as he could carry - including half of his parents savings - and skipped town without a word.

He made his way to California, and he pushed himself through college and law school on a combination of multiple jobs and the money he had stolen. Picking up extra credits here or there, he made it through in about six years. Along the way, he attempted to join multiple packs, but he failed to find his niche, often picking fights with the current alpha males as he struggled to adjust to being a lone wolf. In fact, the scar near his eye is the doing of an angry alpha.

At the end of his studies, Al returned to Pennsylvania, practicing law for a while in Pittsburgh as he began to house-shop in his hometown. Eventually, he found a suitable Victorian-style home along the town's main street and decided to move in. He has only been in town for two days now, but the town is stirring with whispers of Albrecht Wolff's return. Something of a prodigal son figure, he has decided to ride it out and use it to fuel his campaign for mayor, figuring it is the best way to prove himself to the pack and to the citizens of Bellingstone.

So begins...

Albrecht Wolff's Story

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#2017-06-26 05:24:15, as written by Scarlet Loup

In Albrecht Wolff's humble opinion, he had been doing a damned good job of staying under the radar since he had returned to Bellingstone. Had being the key word, of course, for it had only been two days, and he had gone ahead and filed his formal candidacy for mayor the evening before. It had been two weeks now since Jethro's death, and the town had finally come to the conclusion that a new mayor would need to be appointed, lest the balance be lost. It had been the perfect opportunity to slide into the political spectrum, for with a surprise election, proper petitioning could hardly be called upon. The town needed a mayor now.

With his application filed, however, that meant he had been thrust once more into the spotlight, something he had managed to stay out of for six years now. No doubt the newspapers would run with the story over the next day or so, and he'd hate to see that as his first interaction with the people he had left all of those years ago. It had been easy enough to hide in his house or run to his car to go to the city for work, but it was Saturday, and he knew that with the weather, he'd find a majority of the town out and about.

And so, he ran about the house, looking for a pair of sneakers which he had already managed to misplace in his hurried unpacking. But there they were, propped up beside the fridge, and he tied them up with ease. There was nothing that screamed "normal" or "trustworthy" quite like an early morning jogger. Shoving his keys into his pocket, he took in a small breath and let it out before stepping outside.

He began slowly, holding a pace that allowed him to slow down to speak with passerbys but also didn't seem too conspicuous, and made his way down the street towards the center of town.

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#2017-06-26 05:25:05, as written by Scarlet Loup

It was probably for the best that Axel hadn't heard of his brother's candidacy, nor, for that matter, of the elder Wolff's return to Bellingstone. Certainly, that would have led to some sort of late-night bloodshed, and with the death of Jethro Clarke, the town certainly didn't need any more drama.

While Albrecht prepared himself for the first step on his campaign trail, Axel had already been in town for at least half an hour now, heating up the stove and generally preparing the diner for an influx of company. While not the most profitable endeavor in the town, the diner still held a great significance to Axel. He remembered the days of clambering into a barstool while his father worked the counter. Every once in a while, he'd pass the boy a crayon or an apple, and Axel had done his part in entertaining customers with childish babble.

In those days, Al had raced between tables, his height already remarkable and making him a lanky mess. He would also stop by Axel's seat, but only to nudge a crayon off of the counter or kick the foot of the chair. It had been that way for years - until, of course, Axel had learned to cook. It was the only thing he truly, honest to God, knew how to do, and perhaps that was why he found it as a sort of safety blanket. Certainly, it had saved him from Albrecht's wrath for the better part of his days.

But now Al was gone, and he had been gone so it didn't matter any longer. Axel pulled himself out of his reverie as he finished wiping the same front counter where he and his brother had so often fought. He had to continue preparing him for what the day had in store -- not that he knew the true extent of what he faced.

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#2017-06-29 18:43:43, as written by la.lune

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Reaching the Sheriff's office at precisely 5:30 am, Adelaide greeted the nightshift workers who were just beginning to head home. Her hair pulled back into a tight bun, Adelaide runs her hands over her black work pants to straighten them before heading into her small office. The walls were covered in her late father's awards and accomplishments. Adelaide hadn't the heart to change anything about the office since she had moved into it, after her father's passing.

Seated in front of her computer, Adelaide's fingers typed frantically on the keyboard, writing up a response to the coroners report she had just received the night before. No one suspected foul play yet, but Adelaide was more than just a little suspicious about the information the coroners report had revealed. No blood, bar from a smudge on the mayor's collar. How curious - A shaving cut they had said. The majority of people who worked with Adelaide were humans, and as such, oblivious to Bellingstone's supernatural population. Adelaide, on the other hand, was a part of that population and was all too familiar with their goings on.

Despite not having any concrete leads, Adelaide decides to clear her head with a patrol around the town - besides, it couldn't hurt to question some of the townsfolk about any suspicious activity recently.

Noticing her deputy entering the office, Adelaide sends him a small smile before grabbing her jacket which she had taken off before seating herself in front of the computer. "Hey Mark, I'm heading out to see if anyone saw anything suspicious around the time of the Mayor's death," There was a pause before Adelaide continues on, "Are you okay to hold down the fort here for a bit?"

"Sure thing Sheriff." the young deputy nods back at Adelaide, his deep brown eyes distracting Adelaide for the briefest of moments. Mike had only started working with them six months ago after transferring from another area of Pennsylvania. So far he had been a model deputy and Adelaide could not fault a single thing he had done - which honestly kind of irked her. He was human but something about him made Adelaide feel like he knew more than most of the humans in this town.

Shrugging off that uneasy feeling, Adelaide instead throws her black blazer on and sets out into the town. After typing her response to the coroner, the clock had just chimed 6 am, and now as she finally left the station, it was almost 7.

Making her way down the steps of the station, Adelaide breathed in the cool morning air, cheeks reddening with the slight chill that hung in the air. There had been some gossiping Adelaide had overheard about an old friend of hers being back in town. Al, Adelaide sighed aloud as she thought about him. They had once been so close, but when he began to become the golden boy and started dating Sydney, their relationship hit the rocks. Wrinkling her nose ever so slightly at the thought of Sydney Green, Adelaide reprimanded herself for being so petty. It had been six years since Al had left, she can't still be harbouring feelings for him even now. She wouldn't allow it.

As she reached the town square, Adelaide noticed a few familiar faces wandering around, however only one made her smile. Oscar Stein had been Adelaide's closest friend for nearly twenty years now. Ever since Al disappeared, her and Oscar had only grown closer. As a part of one of the smallest supernatural minorities in Bellingstone, Adelaide and Oscar had always stuck together.

Heading in his direction, Adelaide lets out a cheerful "Morning," as she comes face-to-face with Oscar. Noticing his very fancy suit and all-round well kept appearance, Adelaide couldn't help but form a small smirk in place of her smile. "Campaigning already huh?" Nodding approvingly she adds, "Colour me impressed."

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#2017-07-01 19:35:06, as written by chanelindistress

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Location: Poppy Clarke Apartment to Bellingstone Streets
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Leaving her teeth to pretty much be the only things keeping her scarf from hitting the floor, Poppy used both hands to tie her hair back and put on the headscarf she needed to finish the wash-and-go style she needed for the day. Saturdays were typically scheduled for her hair, considering the fact that she didn't go to many salons. Not even the one in Bellingstone, despite it being the only one she was pretty familiar with and knew that they were familiar with the texture of her hair. Poppy just felt more comfortable with taking care of it herself. When she made the time for it, that is. With the election at the forefront of her mind when her father's cause of death wasn't a set in stone thing yet, Poppy couldn't relax enough to care for a self-care day like she normally would want. Which was why, while eating, she had figured that she could at least deal with getting a few errands done. She needed a light grocery shopping on her schedule for dinner since what was in the house needed some extra seasonings and accompaniments before she could honestly say she was going to eat another meal for the day. So, once her plate and mug were in the sink, she had set to getting in the shower and washing her hair, recounting that she hadn't washed it in at least two weeks and she wanted to get the sweat off of herself. Once those tasks were done, along with the rest of her typical morning bathing routine, she was tying the dense curly mass at the top of her head, grabbing her keys and a light leather jacket along with her purse and phone, and was out the door.

It was probably just Poppy's luck that she was too busy trying to make sure her keys were in a reachable location within her purse while rearranging her scarf and navigating with her phone pressed between her left ear and shoulder. She was a decent multitasking woman during the week, especially when her job required it of her. Poppy wouldn't lie and state that she was the most graceful being on the planet, but she definitely had some level of tact that was appropriate for both her background and life in general. Though, that didn't seem to be the case as she was coming down the steps from the side of the now open cafe that led up to her apartment because, while trying to converse with her aunt and not deal with the woman delving into her Jamaican Patois because she didn't feel like Poppy ate enough, she bumped into a solid form. It took all of her strength and concentration, but she managed to not fall flat on her ass nor twist an ankle while trying to not knock the other person over. She probably couldn't, considering it was Albrecht Wolff and there was no way in hell her tiny self was going to be capable of such a feat. But it was most definitely not the way Poppy had intended on making their first interaction.

"Fuck," she hissed, almost dropping her bag. Her eyes had flitted up briefly at the once jogging man's face, but Poppy hadn't really seen him until she had lowered her gaze before the realization had struck her. "A-Albrecht? Wolff?" Poppy almost stared dumbly at the much taller person before hearing her aunt yammer in confusion. "Ummm, auntie give me a minute. I'll call you right back," she insisted, eyes never leaving Albrecht now that she wholly recognized that it was really him. A second later and her call was ended, leaving Poppy and Albrecht in a state of silence that lasted much longer than Poppy intended. It didn't take much longer, though, for her to remember her manners. "Oh shit, I am so sorry for that. I'm such a damn klutz...and you're...you're...here." Swifly, Poppy noted the almost unhappy note to her own voice, scrambling to add and speaking quickly, "Not that there's a problem with that, not at all. I'm happy. I'm happy for you. Everyone's probably happy for you. Pretty sure everyone's probably super excited to see you out and about because it's been so long since you ran away. I mean, left...you...left...and now...you're back. And that's great, really. And I'm...God, I'm horrible. I apparently can't...words right now...how are you?" Poppy honestly could just shoot herself. Again, not the way she wanted this to go down.

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#2017-07-04 06:13:04, as written by usernamesareadrag

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”…all she can see is a sea of stars in front of her. Just an eerie sort of blackness, you know? And there’s a faint music swirling up from somewhere in the depths of it all, along with some amorphous blobs she can’t quite make out. And that’s how chapter eight will end. Is that alright?”

This morning in Bellingstone found Ellis pacing the floors of his kitchen, bare feet plodding a repetitious path over the linoleum. He had a tendency to walk when he spoke on the phone, too anxious as a person and too enthusiastic about what he was saying to even consider standing still.

He was speaking into his old cellphone, one so ancient in the fast terms of modern technology that it probably predated even the dated flip phone, his tone soft and tired but lined with sparks of excitement. In his other hand he held a cup of iced tea, sickeningly sweet in a way that only a true Southerner could stand to enjoy, which he gestured with enthusiastically and sporadically.

“I don’t know, Ellis. Is it alright?” the voice on the other end of the line hummed almost instantly, more teasing than critical. “Isn’t that a bit too weird? Will people really like that?”

“Weird?” Ellis sounded wounded, despite the tone. The tea in his glass sloshed around as he slumped against his refrigerator. It was a bit dramatic as far as gestures go, but it's not like anyone was there to judge him for it. “Really? I… Well, I thought it was a bit weird, sure, but maybe… God, Mary, if I cut that part, I’m going to have to change the book’s ending, and-”

Thick, warm laughter erupted from his phone, and his pitiful frown turned into a scowl. Oh, right. He'd forgotten who he was speaking to. When having a conversation with Mary Carter, you had to understand that there was always a target on your back for her teasing, sharp words.

“Oh, ha, ha, Mary. Laugh it up. Gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. You know better than to say things like ‘is that alright’ to me, like you’re not a published author. Stop pretending you're not brilliant, idiot,” Mary replied fondly. Ellis wasn't quite sure how she came under the impression that he wasn't a hapless idiot because, in all reality, he was. He was a self-conscious weirdo about everything he did. Honestly, sometimes he was anxious about his own breathing, wondering if it was too loud in public or over the phone. Take that general anxiety and multiply it by about hundred, and you were left with how he felt about his own writing. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop and for the world to figure out that he was a hack. There was no other way to explain his good luck and success other than as a cruel practical joke by some deity (with his luck it was probably one of the asshole gods too, like Loki or Hera).

"You've made some good progress though, Ellis. Especially after everything." Her tone dropped down, suddenly worried and sympathetic. "How are you really feeling Ellis? Is there anything I can do for you?"

How was Ellis feeling? Confused, conflicted, angry, sad, desperate, tired... A whole menagerie of unpleasant emotions on top of the dull ache and occasional sharp sting that knitted itself through his shoulder and back at the most inopportune moments. But he couldn't say that, couldn't get into anything even nearing the truth. He'd fed Mary and anyone else who asked a story about a wildcat attack, and they believed it well enough. Why wouldn't they? Bizarre things tended to follow Ellis like a plague. It was no more difficult to believe than the time he'd gotten trapped in a wall trying to get a squirrel out of his house or when a lamb had tried to pick a fight with him.

That a mountain lion had been near a small town and eager to harass Ellis was easier to believe than the reality, anyways, although it had been all he could do to keep Mary and his parents from taking Bellingstone by storm to drag off their wayward writer. He couldn't see any of them right now, no matter how desperate he was for some familiar company. Everything was still too new, and it was all he could do to adjust on his own without the pressure of over-doting friends and family. It honestly made him uncomfortable when people worried about him too much. It wasn't that he didn't understand the desire because he worried about himself all of the time. It was just a bit unsettling that people actually cared enough.

"You could let me take a break to work on my chapter on kelpies," Ellis said, trying to force his tired voice into something light-hearted. No need to make Mary even more worried than she was. "In fact, the book that I've been trying to find- you know, The Water People? The one that's been out of print since 1850? Bellingstone's library actually has a copy. God knows how, but they do. I'll be stopping by later today to take a look at it." Or maybe it wasn't too terribly amazing. That they had a copy of an old book was hardly the most surprising thing about a library run by a vampire and what Ellis had been reliably told was a witch-thing (not that he'd ever call her that. He was far from hip to the lingo of the magical world).

"You're going out? On your own? Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Mary laughed.

"Honestly, Mary. I can be social if I want. In fact, if you must know, I may be seeing some acquaintances of mine later," Ellis said loftily. He knew he was laying it on a bit thick, but Mary seemed far too amused by the idea of him willingly socializing to go back to her concerned questions.

"Is it the dishy diner guy? Please tell me it's the dishy diner guy."

Ellis rolled his eyes. "I said Axel was handsome once, Mary. Once. When I was drugged out on painkillers and God knows what else. Besides, the man's got half the town running after his tail-" he snorted a little at his own secret pun, "and he's not exactly my type."

"And what is your type, then?" asked Mary.

"Well, someone I'm certain isn't completely straight, for one." The two burst into laughter, finally back to a more companionable conversation. Smooth, Ellis. He deserved an award for that crafty misdirection. He couldn't tell her his other objections, anyways. It's a bit difficult to explain dynamics like Alpha Wolves and Pack Leaders when one can't even bring up the whole werewolf thing.

"But, no. I was... Actually considering popping in to see Junsoo- the one who stuck around to help me when I first got hurt- at work. He, uh, said I had an open invitation, and I don't want to disappoint him. And then, ah, maybe texting the girl I met in the classics section. Poppy? I know we've only known each other for a few weeks, but after everything that's happening around here, I guess... Well, I mean to say-"

"That's sweet that you're worried about her. I'm sure she'd appreciate you checking in, even if it's just a text." Ellis could practically feel her approval over the phone.

"You don't think it would be too weird? Like I'm sticking my nose into someone else's business?" asked Ellis, biting his bottom lip. He wasn't exactly the best at socializing, but Poppy had been one of the few people outside of the Pack who'd bothered speaking with him so far, even with everything that had happened to her recently.

"Sweetie, if anyone thought that, you'd be better off not being friends with them anyways."

There was a moment of contented silence before Ellis heard a knocking on Mary's side of the phone followed by a muffled conversation.

"Oh, sorry, Ellis," Mary said after a moment. "Pete's summoning me for brunch. He sends his love, by the way."

"Sure he does." Despite the sarcasm dripping from his words, Ellis was sure Pete- practical, sweet Pete who kept both with wife Mary and adopted problem-friend Ellis in check when their combined idiosyncrasies threatened to burn the world around them- had actually said that verbatim. He was just that kind of guy. "And tell him I send mine."

"Will do. Enjoy your day of nerdlyness and socializing, you dork."

"Enjoy your brunch, you basic white girl."

Ellis hung up first, fighting back a yawn. He hadn't slept much last night, too busy trying to play catch-up on his books to even consider taking a break to sleep. It was a bit ironic, honestly, that he'd come to Bellingstone for a bit of peace and quiet while he wrote and had wound up spending most of his time licking his own wounds (metaphorically, of course. Well, at least in his human form) and trying to even vaguely comprehend the reality that many of the people around him, including himself, weren't quite human. Or human at all, in some cases.

His eyes darted over to the clock above his kitchen table, and a dull sort of anxiety settled in his stomach. Should he leave the house today? He didn't have to, technically. He had enough food to survive another day holed away in his home, and it wasn't like his library book was going to go anywhere. Plus, he'd never actually told Junsoo (always Junsoo to Ellis who still felt like he didn't know him well enough to start throwing around nicknames) that he'd visit, and Poppy surely had other things to worry about. Not to mention the fact that there was no Pack meeting that he knew of...

No. He wouldn't fall into that trap again. Whether he liked it or not, Bellingstone was his home for the time being, at least until his rental period was up and he got used to the whole werewolf thing, and goodness knows how long that would take. He should at least attempt to be polite, even if that meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

With all of the determination he could muster, he finished his tea and wandered into his bedroom to get ready. Today was a comfort day, he realized, bypassing the interestingly patterned scarves and shirts in favor of broken-in jeans and a soft gray t-shirt. He hesitated for a moment, eying his bedroom mirror before pulling on an olive green jacket. While it wasn't a cold day, he could still see the raw, red scarring poking out from his sleeve, an aching, menacing reminder. He couldn't, he just couldn't-

Ellis took a wobbly breath, slipping on his shoes and running a hand through his hair. Good enough. It wasn't like he had anyone to impress (besides, his mind unhelpfully supplied, everybody he saw). If he thought about it anymore, he might not leave the house after all.

The nice thing about Bellingstone was that it was possible to walk just about anywhere you wanted to go if you had a bit of time, and the Escape Bar and Grill was no exception, even if Ellis had only been there once or twice before. The town itself was lovely too, scenic in a way that had Ellis a bit homesick for his mountainous hometown. Well, the nature bit, not the people bit. At least in Bellingstone he had a fifty-fifty chance of not being recognized as that one guy who got attacked by a wild animal on his first night in town.

That being said, fifty-fifty still wasn't the best odds. He pulled out his phone, more to pretend to be busy and avoid conversation with others wandering about the town today. Ellis hesitated for a moment before pulling up his text menu. Poppy had insisted on exchanging phone numbers with him the second time they'd met, and they'd had a smattering of conversations over the past month, fluctuating with certain events that had rocked their respective lives. He'd never been quite sure if it was a misguided attempt at kindness or an actual desire to speak with him that had prompted her to actually pursue a conversation with him.

Well, he had already come this far. He might as well...

Hello, Poppy. It's Ellis. I just wanted to see how you were.

He typed every word out in a slow, painstaking way, more to do with his technological ineptitude than his mounting hesitation. He paused for a moment before adding-

Sorry if I'm bothering you

-just for good measure. He hit send and immediately tucked his phone away. It was easier not to dwell on the reply that may or may not come if he wasn't keeping an eye on his phone. It was at that moment that Ellis noticed that he wasn't the only person on the sidewalk.

His first thought was that he felt like a huge tit because here was Poppy right now, out and about and apparently about ten feet from him since he'd sent the text. Talk about poor timing on his part. Was it too late to run and hope she hadn't spotted him? To pretend he hadn't seen her? Likely, honestly. Very, very likely.

However, she wasn't the only person who caught his eye.

Why was everyone in Bellingstone so damn attractive? That was Ellis's second thought when he spotted the giant of a man speaking with Poppy. Honestly, the man was somehow making jogging attire look good, a feat that Ellis had thought nigh impossible. It was like watching models converse, or at least models who had interesting things to say.

His third thought, however, was something more akin to, "What on Earth is that smell?"

His nostrils flared, and his steps faltered for a brief moment, eyes darting over to the jogger. That wasn’t a scent that he’d been expecting.

It was rather embarrassing, in Ellis’s opinion, that of all of the senses that could have started to sharpen first, it had to have been his sense of smell. Maybe he’d been dreaming too big when he’d hoped for night vision or superior hearing, and the punishment for his hubris was having to wear a medical mask for at least a week, too overwhelmed by even the softest of scents to breathe without any sort of barrier. It had been a sad day indeed when he had had to put all of his scented candles out in his shed, their once comforting scents sickening for a time as he adjusted to his new sense of self.

He’d adjusted, in the end, and differentiating smells was easier for him now. For example, in Eliss’s mind vampires generally tended to smell a little clinical, very clean with a sharp tang of iron. Werewolves, on the other hand, smelled more like the Earth, all dirt and fallen leaves as undertones to whatever other perfumes or colognes they had on. That’s what he was smelling right now, from this stranger, and that was odd indeed.

Ellis hadn’t heard about any werewolves outside of the Pack (and it was always Pack with a capital P in his mind) in Bellingstone, and, alright, he was new, but Axel had been pretty clear that he was the local Alpha Male and had failed to mention any lone wolves roaming nearby, and…

Oh, God, he was staring at the man. Ellis’s face flushed red in embarrassment. He tried to alleviate his own inherent awkwardness with a polite smile towards the unidentified werewolf, failed when it turned into a slightly pleasant grimace, and promptly picked up his pace, attempting to pass by. Haha, pay no attention to the weird man who didn't know how to function. Oh, God, why had he left home today again?

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#2017-07-07 05:43:31, as written by Scarlet Loup

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As Albrecht made his way down the streets, he increased his speed slightly, worrying that his little show of casually jogging past on one of the town's busier days looked too staged. Either way, he hadn't gathered anyone's attention yet. Likely, the news had just broken or was on the verge of breaking - which meant as far as many of the citizens knew, Al hadn't even returned. He could imagine them gossiping among themselves, murmuring of his return like some prodigal son. No one had ever said Albrecht was humble.

He was caught up in overthinking his actions when a woman stepped out onto the sidewalk, directly into his path. The two of them collided with a sharp exclamation from Al. The majority of the force came from him, a running man of some two hundred pounds, as he barged into her. And so, it seemed natural that he make an attempt to right her. He reached out, seizing her upper arms in his hands as he came to a halt.

"I'm so sorry miss, I -" They spoke at the same time, his hands still on her arms as he sputtered at a mile a minute. But then he finally got a good look at her, the curly hair, hazel eyes, and he realized all at once that he had run into - "Poppy Clarke."

Al's hands fell to his sides as she worked on hanging up the phone. He met her gaze, though he looked her over a fair amount as well, as if he hadn't really expected to see someone he had known. There was a moment of silence after her call ended in which Albrecht simply looked back at her, unsure if he should make some sort of first move or leave it to her. Eventually, she did fill in the silent space with a flurry of words that rushed out nervously. Al listened, beaming back at her, even though he certainly could hear an upset note in her voice initially.

"Good, good. I've been good," he replied, trying his best to look down at her without making it so obvious - although, he didn't really have much of a choice given the foot in height difference between the two of them. "I - uh, 'ran away' to attend college, go to law school. Now I'm here I guess." He punctuated his words with air quotes but suddenly wished he hadn't - it seemed too harsh given the fact that they hadn't spoken in years.

He paused for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest as he thought of something more to say. And then it dawned on him that he'd forgotten the most pressing of conversation topics.

"I was...so sorry to hear about your dad, Poppy," he said softly, his grin faltering now. "I suppose you've heard of my candidacy now. I-I can't possibly hope to live up to his legacy." An awkward silence fell then, for Albrecht hadn't a clue how to continue. But it was at that moment that the scent of a werewolf washed over him.

It was a new scent - that much he knew within a heartbeat. It was much softer and less overpowering than most of the werewolves he'd met in his life. In fact, it reminded him vaguely of his brother's scent when Axel had been in the midst of puberty, struggling to establish himself as a force in the pack. But this certainly was not Axel.

"Good morning," he greeted in a chipper manner, shooting a smile at the other werewolf as he looked his way. "I don't believe we've met before - I'm Albrecht Wolff." Trying not to edge Poppy out of the conversation, he twisted his torso to extend a hand in Ellis's direction. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

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#2017-07-10 20:33:27, as written by chanelindistress

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Andre had said plenty of times over the course of their childhood that Poppy had the tendency to be dramatic. Verbally, she could identify more with impulsive, from a rational standpoint that is. Dramatic made it seem like her antics or actions were not justified in light of whatever the situation at large had been. It made her feelings from those times seem trivial, as if he were dismissing them by casting them off as just another Poppy being "extra" for no damn reason. Except this time...she felt extra and she didn't even bother to hide the wince that came from Albrecht using her words, "ran away." She couldn't even really take in his condolences for her own blunder left a sour taste in her mouth. However, Poppy swallowed it in favor of mustering out a, "Thanks." Which obviously wasn't enough. Nowhere near after that foolishness. So, she quickly added to it:

"I-I-I mean...I'm glad you're doing good. Honestly. And I'm sure Bellingstone would be lucky to have one of their own taking over such an integral position within the community." She made sure to say that part with as much earnestly as she could muster. Albrecht and Poppy may have not ever been really close at any point in the past, but she could never say that she fully disliked him. He wasn't her favorite Wolff sibling back in the day, but that was a result of a personal bias on her part, not due to any actions taken by the older Wolff sibling. Luckily, the full length of time that would have transpired between them and formulated an awkward silence that would have made Poppy babble on and on until she found some reason to excuse herself or Albrecht just got tired of the same antics he probably remembered from her formative years, Ellis came as a distraction. Poppy wasn't even aware that he had text her before his arrival. So focused on what she had been doing and in the middle of a phone conversation, she hadn't even surmised that anyone but Andre would be texting her. And even if he was, he knew to call if it was an actual emergency. Yet and still, despite having no knowledge of her new friend trying to contact her a few moments ago, Poppy didn't hesitate to beam at him, relief in her gaze. "Ellis! Hey!" She probably should have allowed him to introduce himself, but considering how much she really hated the situation she was currently involved in, Poppy didn't see the problem. Plus, in moments like these, she couldn't help but fill the silence, even when she didn't want to. "Yeah, Albrecht Wolff meet Ellis Bleddyn. Ellis, this is Albrecht. He, uh, used to live here awhile back and went away for school. He's Axel's brother, actually."

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#2017-07-11 22:06:08, as written by Sunflower

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A few customers had walked into the diner now and Sydney could not just wait for Axel's responses. She really needed to know something and needed to know it now. She had let out a sigh with an eye roll then went over to take the customers orders and pinned them into the appropriate place for the cook to see but gathered up the drinks herself and delivered them. She told the customers that their food will be out momentarily then she walked back around the counter and eyed Axel, arching another brow towards him. Once his lips had parted to speak, she was on edge. She was really eager to hear what he was about to say and couldn't wait for him to spill something that would make her feel better, at least a little bit.

"First, don't ever call me hon. It's weird coming from you." She spoke in a honest tone then sighed. "I do not take you for a gossip, Axel. I was just hoping that you heard something about Al, that's all." Sydney said as her eyes flashed over towards Axel, who had just called Albrecht, her lover and his own brother, a jackass. She slapped his arm and scoffed slightly as the bell dinged that the orders she had taken were ready. She turned heel and went to grab the plates, delivering them to the table then went back by Axel's side. "I'm sorry. It's just that I miss him so much and these rumors about his return are really getting to me."

After she spoke those words, the door opened again and it was their usual chipper customer, Ember. She felt Axel's hand upon her shoulder then couldn't help but eye him with a soft smile. Of course, she liked Axel as Alpha but truly, she was in love with Albrecht. Her gaze then went to Ember, who had all of these terms and conditions about her order. With her brow raised, she was about to comment and respond but Axel had beat her to the punch already. Snickering at Axel and shaking her head, some more customers had walked in and she went over to serve them.

Upon her returning back around the counter, her phone had chimed in her back pocket as she couldn't really see who was sending her a text right now. Sydney grabbed the coffee pot then went over to fill up some mugs after giving another customer their coffee first. She delivered her customer food and thanked them then hoped that they enjoyed their meal. Sydney went over towards the counter again, looking at Ember with a smile. "So, is our finest tap water pleasurable enough for you? Or do you need another look at the other menu options?" Sydney joked as her gaze when down towards her phone, eyes locked with the device as she seen June's name stroll across the screen and read his message.

This was a sign of relief right here but then again, she honestly wondered what he had heard and what he knew. Before she had a moment to type out a response, Ember's words were targeted directly at her. "You know, if I didn't have these customers and you didn't look like a teenager, I would totally kick your ass. Plus, I have too much to think about right now so you're at the bottom of my list. When I get to you, you'll know it." Sydney said as the hairs on the back of her neck began to stand up. She spoke so that only Ember could hear her and knew that her comeback was not as good as she wanted it to be. She was really losing her touch because she had a lot of other emotions filling her up inside right about now.

Once she had regained her composure, she turned away from Ember and finally responded to June's text.

To: June Bug ♥
Not really okay but what have you heard, Junie?

Sydney sent the message then turned back around, her elbows upon the counter as she leaned down now and sat her phone down not too far away from her, waiting for June to text her back.

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#2017-07-14 06:53:45, as written by usernamesareadrag

No such luck. Not that Ellis had every expected much of that. He’d long since learned to live his life as someone perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. Oh, it might not be tomorrow, and it might not even be next month, but he had always been comfortable with the fact that no matter what was happening, things would eventually go terribly, terribly wrong. It’s probably why he hadn’t been more surprised at being mauled by an actual werewolf. After all, life had been going far too well for him at that point, so of course something absolutely ridiculous and awful just had to follow.

"Hey, Poppy. It's good to see you."

He meant it, for once, real warmth filling the typical platitude. If it had just been Poppy, Ellis would have been fine. She'd managed to worm her way into his good graces from their first meeting less than a month ago, and had since become the inspiration of true smiles and Ellis not actually feeling the need to run or fill any silences. This smiling stranger, however, was a different story, all easy charm and bold charisma for a first impression, something that Ellis was immediately terrified of.

Knowing that his escape from social interaction had been cut short and seeing no other option, Ellis went for his only defense. He plastered on what Mary had once fondly called his “politician smile”, a grin that very evidently showed that he was actively trying to be personable. It was just one of those things he’d had to learn how to do over the years, figuring that it was impolite to just stare like a deer in the headlights at the impossibility of a stranger actually wanting to speak with him about something not book or business related.

Well, perhaps not too much of a stranger anymore. Albrecht Wolff. Ellis blinked for a moment before taking his hand in a firm grip (he’d read once that a firm handshake made a good first impression and had adopted it as law for lack of other evidence).

Another Wolff in Bellingstone? It wasn’t that Ellis was terribly surprised that there were other Wolffs around here. Axel hadn’t exactly given him a rundown on anything other than the town’s basic past, glossing over the nitty-gritty of the old Wolff family tree. A cousin perhaps? Distant relative? An unrelated werewolf who’d felt the need to go somewhere where his last name could be appreciated? He couldn’t ask, of course, with Poppy standing right here and Ellis still not being certain how taboo it was to bring up something like being a supernatural creature with someone you don’t know.

Before Ellis could reply to Albrecht, Poppy had already stepped in and quickly took over the conversation. That, Ellis thought, was rather kind of her. If only all of his social interactions with strangers could be taken over by others, his life would be a much easier burden to bear.

In most people that thought would be dripping with sarcasm, but as Ellis let Albrecht’s hand go, he felt nothing but a relief and fondness for Poppy’s intervention, which was the effect Poppy generally had on him throughout their young friendship. Besides, Ellis could tell that Poppy was a bit put-off at the moment, a little more scattered than usual, and who was he to judge someone for talking a bit too much to overcompensate for an awkward situation? That was probably tactic number three in his own social-anxiety playbook.

She also provided a bit more information than Ellis had expected. Axel’s brother? Now that was a surprise. Ellis didn’t see it, not at first, but it was best to make a good impression if only so he didn’t terribly embarrass his pack-leader (and, more importantly, probably friend) in front of someone as important as his brother.

“What Poppy said. Nice to meet you,” he added once Poppy had finished and then, for lack of any other planned statement, babbled on with, “Axel's brother, huh? I, uh… Your brother’s very nice. Makes a… Makes a mean stack of pancakes.”

Which was true, even if Ellis had stumbled over the compliment. About Axel, certainly, since he’d been as kind as one could want, easing Ellis into his new circumstances as slowly and patiently as he could manage. Also about his food. The diner had been as good as he’d been promised, and Ellis visited as often as he felt up to seeing the rest of the Bellingstone Pack. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, it was just… Sometimes it was too much of a reminder, and sometimes the soft attentiveness of members like Junsoo and the firmer and, to put it kindly, strict words of others like Sydney (she certainly wasn’t the Alpha Female for nothing) could be a bit much as well. He was making an effort, though, even if he was often convinced he’d be better off as a hermit.

There was a brief silence before Ellis spoke again, more because he felt like he should than any real desire to carry on with small talk. That and excusing himself from Albrecht to continue on his merry way probably meant leaving Poppy behind, and, honestly, she didn’t seem comfortable enough with Albrecht at the moment to make Ellis feel alright with that.

“I didn’t know that people really left Bellingstone.” He paused briefly, face shifting in a mild panic as he realized the implication and hurriedly made to correct it.

“That is, sorry… Not that people get stuck here or anything. I’m not saying it’s bad to stay here forever. I mean, it’s a lovely town, of course. Especially the library. But I’ve just met a lot of people who’ve stuck around or, I guess, just showed up. Like me.”

He shifted uncomfortably, absently adjusting his jacket to further cover the slowly healing scars, even if they weren’t peeking out. He took a breath and tried for a more relaxed smile. It partially succeeded, smoothing out his face and making it more pleasant and charming as opposed to anxious and worried.

“So, ah, what brings you back here, then? Not that you have to tell me. Just, ah… Well,” he trailed off with what he hoped appeared to be an amiable nonchalance.

Of course he hadn’t heard any of the gossip, and, even if he had, it wouldn’t have occurred to him why half of the things that were currently happening in Bellingstone were so dramatic. Without the context of past hierarchies and events and contention and hatred and love, it was all rather normal small town ordeals. Brother returns after six years, past relationships coming to light, and so on, and so on.

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#2017-07-19 14:23:48, as written by la.lune

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As Adelaide continued on her walk, she kept her eyes peeled for anyone the woman had known for a fact had been in town around the time of the Mayor's murder. Perhaps, Adelaide mulls over in her mind, I should go and visit Andre - see how he's handling everything. However, before the sheriff headed off to Escape - where she figured Andre would be, as Oscar was out campaigning and they needed someone to hold down the fort - Adelaide pulls out her phone to an incoming text from her deputy, it read:

From: Mark
Interesting news. I know you told us to keep an eye out for that Albrecht Wolff guy. Turns out I've just seen him around town. Want me to pull him in for questioning?

The look of shock on Adelaide's face was more than she could hope to hide. Taking a deep breath, Adelaide composes herself before shooting back a response,

To: Mark
That's okay Mark. I'm in town right now, you head back to the station and I'll see if I can't get a word with him.

Feeling bad for changing her plans, despite Andre not having a clue Adelaide was coming to visit him anyway, she decides to send him a text instead whilst her phone was in her hand.

To: Andre
Hey, just checking in with you, hope you're doing okay x

She wasn't entirely sure what to say to him - she'd already sent Andre and Poppy her condolences, and she was sure that he didn't need a constant reminder of his father's passing. Instead, the woman decides that perhaps just asking him how he is would suffice. Granted Andre certainly wasn't Adelaide's closest friend in town, but he was her oldest, having attended school together Adelaide didn't take a friendship that had lasted so long lightly. They may have fallen out of touch during her more reckless years, but Adelaide would always have the upmost respect and care for Andre - as she would his little sister. Poppy was a sweet girl, even if Adelaide couldn't say they had ever been exactly friends, she had known the girl too long to not care about her wellbeing.

Making her way along Bellingstone's streets with more of a sense of purpose than before, Adelaide keeps her eyes peeled for Al. What was she really planning on doing when she caught up with him? It'd been six years since they'd spoken - in fact, perhaps more. Ever since Al and Sydney got together, Adelaide's heart broke a little and she really couldn't face talking to, or ever seeing, her old friend.

Times had changed, however, and Adelaide had a job to do. She couldn't deny that it was suspicious Al and returned so soon after the Mayor's death. Maybe he'd been in the town for longer than she'd known, perhaps the rumours about him being in Bellingstone for a whole year before now were more than just rumours. Adelaide didn't know, and as the Sheriff of the town, it was her job to keep everyone safe which meant she couldn't afford to not know these things. Her father would've never let this happen, he was always on the ball and knew about all the goings on in town. Which was part of the reason he was so beloved by everyone.

Shaking these thoughts of inferiority out of her mind, Adelaide once again focuses on the task at hand. As she heads toward Poppy's apartment was. It is there that she catches sight of three figures, one belonging to the previously mentioned Poppy herself, another to a not so familiar face that she took for the relatively new resident, Ellis, and the third - Albrecht. Suddenly unsure about her approach, Adelaide debates whether to go and interrupt their conversations or not.

Inwardly rolling her eyes at herself, Adelaide chides herself for immediately becoming a nervous schoolgirl again, and begins the short walk over to the trio. Tuning in on their chattering, Adelaide picks up bits and pieces - it seems Poppy is perhaps even more nervous than Adelaide with her babbling, and Ellis was just introducing himself to Al.

Clearing her throat ever so slightly, Adelaide places a slightly strained smile on her face as she says, "Morning Poppy," The younger girl being who Adelaide knew the best, or at least had the best relationship with, the older woman took her for her in. Turning her gaze to Ellis, she smiles again, "You must be Ellis, I don't believe we've met yet," keeping her eyes solely on him, Adelaide continues, "I'm Adelaide Renuex, Bellingstone's Sheriff." It's not until she has greeted both Poppy and Ellis that Adelaide finally turns to look Albrecht in the eyes. "This is a surprise," Is all she can muster to begin with, before continuing, "It's nice to see you Albrecht." She couldn't decide whether she in fact meant the words she said or not, but Adelaide delivered them with at least a little sincerity.

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#2017-07-27 05:43:01, as written by Scarlet Loup

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He could tell that his condolences hadn't gone over as well as he had hoped, but he supposed that was what he deserved for waiting so long. It was foolish to have done so, he realized now, for the support of the Clarke siblings would have meant a great deal to his campaign. Jeez, aren't you joyful today. He couldn't help but mentally reprimand himself for that - certainly, he wouldn't gain any support if he kept this mentality up.

"Thank you, Poppy. That means...that means a lot." He spoke a bit too quickly, the credibility of his words falling flat. Thank God Ellis showed up when he did.

"Ellis, huh? It's nice to see a new face in Bellingstone, Ellis." He held the younger man's hand for a moment longer than he might have normally, taking a moment to look him over. "You know Axel then?" Al slowly released the other werewolf's hand, his smile broadening slightly as if at the mention of his baby brother. "He's a good kid - I miss him. Honestly, I can't wait to see him." Al gave a soft chuff of laughter following the comment about the pancakes - whether he was laughing at the nostalgia the memory recalled or the way Ellis stumbled over his words or something else was anyone's guess.

He looked back at Poppy, figuring she would resume their conversation once again, but then Ellis spoke again. Albrecht had hardly met the man, and yet he already had a read on him. The nervous, submissive aura he was giving off was hitting Al like a train. He could only imagine the poor guy hadn't established himself in the pack. Albrecht found himself wondering if Axel had stayed with the pack these years. Of course, the idea of Axel being Alpha never even crossed Al's mind. The Axel Wolff he had known since childhood was not born to lead. What a shock he would face, in that case.

"They leave, they come back," he replied, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. "Don't worry - I know what you mean. She's got a charm about her, doesn't she?" His eyes narrowed slightly, inquisitively. "Bellingstone finds a way of dragging you in." He knew he couldn't ask Ellis for his story - not in front of Poppy at least. Another scent, further away this time, began to reach him on the breeze - a scent he hadn't caught in years. Of course, he hadn't been here in years, but this was a significant person. Adelaide, he recalled.

So lost was he in thought that he almost lost Ellis's question. "Huh? Oh, it just seemed right. Getting back to my roots and all." He turned as Adelaide began to address the other members of his rag-tag party of sorts.

"It's certainly nice to see you as well, Addie," he replied, beaming back at her. He considered reaching out to embrace her, but Al quickly quelled that urge when he took note of the strained smile she wore. "Or is it Sheriff from me?" God, he hated this damn witch hunt of sorts. At least Ellis didn't seem to understand the importance of his return in the grand scheme of things. And so, he turned back to face the anxious werewolf.

"I don't suppose you'd want to take me over to the diner to see AJ?" he asked, choosing to use Axel's childhood nickname, a long dead artifact, to reference his brother. As if the nickname might prove he deserved to see the brother he abandoned years ago. But, then again, he had always been distant from Axel in an emotional sense. "I figure I ought to say hi or something." Reluctantly, he faced the two women. "Of course, I'd love to catch up with the two of you - we could grab coffee or something at the diner?"

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#2017-08-02 23:17:54, as written by usernamesareadrag

Oh, oh, oh, and didn’t things always happen at once? Ellis was beginning to believe that someone had put a sign on his back saying something like, “Talk to me!” or “Be my friend” or, more likely than not, “This guy is not good at conversations, so, if you’d like a good laugh, see what happens if you talk to him.” Okay, maybe a little bit of an exaggeration (a little bit), but the point stood that this was the most people he’d met in Bellingstone at once barring, well, “the incident”. This also continued the trend of all of them looking like models which simply wasn’t fair.

Adelaide was certainly beautiful, somehow giving off an air of confident femininity mixed with something a little rougher, a little darker. He couldn’t say that he was surprised to hear that she was the sheriff, but he had to stop himself from inhaling deeply to try to figure out what, if anything outside of mortal, she was. Snorting up someone’s scent was hardly a good first impression.

“It’s nice to meet you, ma’am. Er, Sheriff, I mean.” He’d never been good with authority figures. They always made him nervous in a vague sort of way, like teachers calling on you the one time you don’t have your homework or security guards at the airport giving you the special patdown for no discernable reason.

“Yes. I’m Ellis. I’m an author. I… Yes.” There was a slip right there. He'd been a bit secretive about his occupation to the residents of Bellingstone, even before the incident, but now it was slipping out because, well, he was still suffering from diarrhea of the mouth courtesy of not being prepared for social interaction this morning. But perhaps it was fine. She had moved on already, and wasn’t that something of a relief? He glanced at Poppy, pulling an amusingly distressed face for half a moment before Albrecht had one again caught his attention.

And that really was sweet that he missed his brother. As an only child, Ellis could only imagine that sort of bond between family members, especially ones separated for a few years. Maybe this was all going to work out okay. Albrecht, Ellis realized, was someone born to speak, all smooth words and easy answers to any question thrown his way. A born lawyer, perhaps, or maybe a politician. Ellis might not be particularly good with people, but he was certainly an observer of humanity.

Take for instance the interaction between the Sheriff and Albrecht. A little cold, a little strained, and all of it stained with that same odd hesitance that had tinged Albrecht’s conversation with Poppy. There was something there he wasn’t quite getting, something underlying everything.

But then Albrecht was asking to go to the diner, even if it took Ellis a moment to realize AJ was Axel because AJ just seemed so… so childish in comparison to Axel. Axel with his motorcycle and cool looks and status as Bellingstone’s unrefuted Alpha.

“No, absolutely. I can… I can definitely do that. I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you.” Even as he said it, his eyes were on Poppy again, his life preserver in this uncertain sea of social interaction.

Yes, please come along with us, he mentally begged before, on the realization that Poppy was a lot of things but probably not a mind reader, slowly starting his way towards the diner. Slowly, of course, in case another conversation popped up or, worse, if someone else decided to join them. At best they’d be on their merry way to see a family reunited. At worst Ellis would be halfway out of there by the time anyone noticed he had left, and maybe that wasn’t such an awful thing after all.

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#2017-08-03 18:17:21, as written by chanelindistress

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Had anyone else joined the conversation, Poppy would have found a way to skip the fuck out of dodge and try again elsewhere. Somewhere far, far, far from here with Albrecht and even Adelaide, with whom Poppy had more pleasant memories and perceptions. She wouldn't go so far as to say that she and Albrecht had a definite past or anything of that nature, but not being close with someone - combined with the fact that your ex happened to be their little brother who didn't exactly have the greatest opinion of them, even if you guys never talked about said sibling often - and having to interact with them after so long was tiresome. Especially because despite their geographical location, Bellingstone citizens had a firm grasp on what everyone else knew to be Southern hospitality. Everyone wanted to be kind and almost doting to an extent, always helpful, always there - even when they were actually sneering down their noses or just trying to be nosy. And considering Poppy's newfound courageousness as it came to her social life - note the word new because it was still relevant - it didn't mean that she was particularly elated to be in their present situation. Having Ellis involved now didn't help matters at all.

Because Poppy knew that this was going to go one of two ways: she was either going to a.) wind up going to the diner and being inadvertently involved in a sibling spat that honestly didn't even sound like it was going to be pretty even from a distant standpoint, or b.) abandon Ellis to be dragged on to the diner and be inadvertently involved in a sibling spat that honestly didn't even sound like it was going to be pretty even from a distant standpoint. And Poppy was a lot of things, but she wasn't exactly petty nor cruel. So, when Ellis turned to her big, pleading dark eyes, she realized that there was no way she could just leave him to whatever his fate was going to be. She felt herself relaxing her frame - more like, slumping, really but she had had etiquette classes and she couldn't exactly say that she slumped in any way without thinking of Mrs. Levesque and that blasted ruler! - and painting on a softer smile, mostly for Ellis' benefit than either Adelaide or Albrecht's. She also didn't hesitate to whip out her cell phone as she spoke and looped her arm with Ellis', typing out a warning text after she finished speaking."Y-yeah, sure. I was planning on seeing Syd anyway today."

To: Syd
Trouble's coming n im so sorry

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Character Portrait: Ophelia M. Hawthorne

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#2017-08-12 09:49:40, as written by Sunflower

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Location; Felix's Diner
Hex Code; #D58223
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Her head was beginning to hurt because she felt really overwhelmed right about now. She sighed softly to herself and raised her fingers up to rub her temples, her eyes fluttered back over towards her phone as it chimed. Sydney waltzed over to grab her phone and saw Poppy's name stroll across the screen. 'Oh, great. What now?' She thought to herself with an eye roll after reading Poppy's message, which she began to type a reply to.

To: Poppy
Is today pick on Sydney day or something?

She hit send and placed her phone back on the counter top, trying her best to form a smile among her lips as a few more customers rolled inside. Luckily, some of the other employees were now handling the floor so that she could be beside Axel and Johanna for a little while longer. Sydney's eyes averted over towards Ophelia whenever she finally responded towards her about the water. She made a face, of course and went ahead to gather Ophelia's order, walking away momentarily.

Sydney placed the coffee cake in front of Ophelia, along with a fork and spoon then placed a mug beside it, pouring some coffee inside of the mug. "I hope you enjoy." She said then sat the coffee pot down back in place. Her eyes then went towards Valerie as she came into the diner and offered her a wave. She then saw Ivan, yet another vampire, walked in and went over to sit beside Valerie. She could not help but make a slight face towards him that signified her disgust for him.

Whenever Axel answered her questions, she looked at him. Sydney wondered to herself if Albrecht was actually back to regain some type of control over the pack once again. Her eyes cut towards Johanna as she could feel that she is worried about her. Sydney could not help but go over towards her, resting her hand on top of hers. "No need to worry about me. Both of you. I can handle myself." She had no choice but to remain strong in front of the alpha male and a member of the pack. Once Axel said that he needed to call a meeting and now, she did not know how to feel.

Every single time the door opened, she kept on looking over to see if the so called trouble that Poppy referred to had entered the premises. Her phone chimed once more and she walked over towards it, reading the message sent from June and did not bother to response since he was probably on his way towards the diner anyway. Sydney really had hoped that Albrecht had not returned to town because if he did, she certainly had some explicit words for him.

"Well, I guess all we do now is wait." Sydney muttered towards Johanna and Axel as she decided that she needed to take her mind off of things and needed some fresh air. "I need to step outside for a moment. Johanna, would you care to join me? I really need some girl talk right about now." She practically pleaded towards Johanna, walking towards the back and waving for Johanna to follow her out of the backdoor.

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Albrecht Wolff

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a character in “Bellingstone”, as played by Scarlet Loup

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