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located in Seattle, Washington, a part of Wolves Reign: Blood Moon, one of the many universes on RPG.

Seattle, Washington

Seattle is not it's vibrant Capitol Hill or Space Needle attraction; it's dark, uninviting, and cold in more ways than one... Crime and danger lurk around every corner in this werewolf populated metropolis.

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Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein
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L A U R E N
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Lauren was once someone who only tried to see the good in others but now viewed almost any act of kindness with some suspicion. She didn't trust her judgment in other people, having made too many poor choices in the past, but as she looked at John, she wondered if she was being unduly critical in her apprehensiveness towards him - making him pay for the sins of another so to speak.

They had known each other for months now, and yes, he had obvious feelings towards her but that wasn't any reason to accuse him of manipulation. He was kind to everyone in general, not just her.

She smiled weakly at his offer, turned it over in her head a few times. Then after a few seconds of going back and forth in her mind, she spoke.

"â€Ļ Jackson and I had a fight last night." her hand closed around the balled up napkin. "He ran off and I can't find him anywhere. I think he may have gone to a friend's in Seattle... But I haven't a clue otherwise where he is."

John was silent for a moment, contemplative. He didn't want to react too soon and reveal his elation over the fact that she had decided to place her trust in him. That would have come off very innappropriately given the subject matter. He wouldn't bother trying to console her by downplaying her concerns. He knew how she was, and it would little placate her. He sighed deciding on a different approach.

"Seattle huh?" He mumbled, running a hand over his coarse stubble. "I used to work Seattle, you know? Course this was back in the day..."

He didn't intend to divigate, he did have a point that he would eventually reach but he had to test her belief in the severity of the situation.

"You want I should put out an APB? We could go over to my office and fill out a report?"

Lauren grew an inch in her seat, her alarm apparent by the suggestion. Now she had put herself in a hot spot. He couldn't put out an APB because it was quite literally impossible. Karen and Jackson Kastner as far as any governmental agency was concerned, didn't exist. They had no physical records of any kind, birth certificates, social security numbers, passports - only forged documents. Her own license she had cooked up by some spotty faced teenager the next town over who made fake IDs for all the kids wanting to by liquor. Surprisingly it was pretty professional compared to a lot of IDs she had forged but still, she wouldn't want anyone taking a hard look at it, just as she didn't want John taking a hard look at her and her son on a computer.

"That's not necessary. I would hate to put you through all that trouble. I'm sure he'll call or something, I should just wait." she said very quickly.

Debbie openly gawked from across the diner, her indignation loud and apparent. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKN' ABOUT?! YOU JUST SAID-" She cut herself off clearing her throat with a poorly placed cough. She shook her head and quickly turned away from them to hide her face. Lauren had given her such a look she must have thought better of continuing.

John let slip a small grin at the sight of her, she was a very dramatic creature. This told him all he needed to know though, and he threw his hands up.

"Alright, alright. No APB. But waiting it out is just gonna stress you to death, trust me. If you don't want to look for him formally, I'd be happy to reach out to some of my contacts back in Seattle. I ain't talk to them for some years, not since the siege, but I'm sure they'd be willing to keep an eye out...you know, discretely." He didn't want to over step but he couldn't help himself. John reached across the table and clasped a hand over hers, giving it a firm shake. "Let me help. Please. I told you I'd look out for him and I meant it. There's some unsavory types out in the city. I wouldn't want him to get mixed up in any of that, not with his penchant for trouble."

Lauren's hand curled under his, but she did not remove it probably much to John's liking. She stared hard at him for a long moment then slowly nodded her head.

"Okay... Okay. You win, I'll accept your help but only in an informal way." She conceded, breathing out a laugh and smiling. When she realized her hand was still under his she withdrew it, tucking her hair behind her ear shy as a schoolgirl. "Thank you, John..."

She then turned in her seat towards Debbie with an arched brow and a smirk.

"And are you satisfied now that I've made myself a complete damsel in distress for poor John to come rescue, hm?"

If smiles could talk, Debbie's returning look would have said as much. A cat that ate the canary, feathers hanging out and all.

"It's settled then." John announced with a clap, and a sigh of relief as Debbie finally swung around with his now room temperature cup of coffee. It didn't matter, he choked it down gratefully thinking it was pretty damn near perfect.