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Edmund Markus Bales

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a character in “Cherry Blossom's War”, originally authored by listentothetimpani, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Edmund Markus Bales's Story

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{ Location: Town || Interacting With: Willow Octavia Sanders and Levi Winters || Mentioned: Other Pack Members (Briefly) }


A stout, older woman, was shifting through a filing cabinet with a practiced air, in the backroom of a Day-Care Center, and so busy with her work that she did not notice the steady tread of a young man entering the room and stopping short of an arm's reach behind her. He was dark of hair and eye, and his fair complexion had a healthy glow to it even in the dimmed lighting. He was quiet, purposeful, and had an unnatural stillness few his age could ever match. He had flecks of dried yellow and blue paint speckled on his fingers, and hand/finger-print's of the same colors gripped around his wrist and fore-arms, the evidence of a busy day and Markus's unworldly patience. "Ma'am," He rumbled, as gently as he could, still a conga line of shivers ran across the elder care-taker's shoulders and along down her spine. Markus may have felt down right apologetic of his decidedly rough voice, if his employer hadn't asked him to be up front today to collect and return the children from and to their parents - and no less than two people had complained to their significant other as they were leaving, in perfect earshot for even an ordinary mundane human to have heard, that they weren't particularly comfortable leaving their children with such a 'brute'. And while he guessed he couldn't blame them, as humans were naturally frightened (or aroused, as the case would've been in situations not concerning their children, he supposed) of hybrids like him; and maybe he wasn't thrilled with adults in general, because yes... Children, fluffy or not, he could more easily adore - made of a little salt, a squeeze of lemon, a bucket of sugar, and a forgiveness for his kind (whether they knew it or not) that lasted for a time, long enough like they were on his Preschool watch, before they grew up and became like their parents eventually. Markus continued, "Last kid was out at 3:30, and everything's' been cleaned up. Can I head out for the night?" "Yes, Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Goodbye." The matron resumed her usual tact, rough but proper, as she dismissed her youthful employee - even though she was unwilling to raise her eyes from the cabinet to make sure he had heard her, all though, she needn't have bothered anyway. He took his leave after her response and picked up this week's paycheck off the counter, before departing out the door to the spare closet to grab his back-pack (mostly empty except for a lunch bag returned haphazardly within, and a set of keys for a bike lock) - heading to the bike rack to collect his ride, and headed on to the quaint little home he shared with his elderly parents...

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Markus started awake as his phone suddenly thrilled loudly a text alert with a muted groan, and an aching feeling that felt like he had only just closed his eyes moments ago - he'd only wanted a spare hour or two before dinner, and/or before any pack-mates (which for most, it was a night off patrolling, and general free-time for all) sent questions for him to answer. He stretched idly to fetch the phone buried underneath a pillow, scowling at the time, which was just under a two hour nap, which wasn't awful; and then at the blighted text message that had awoken him up in the first place, and blighted would've been an understatement. "Hell's bells..." He snarled under-breath to himself as he read Willow's message, before texting a short reply of - "On your tail." - in return. Right. The plan of crashing a meeting of the other pack, sitting down to 'own' the place, and raising hackles galore, wouldn't be a smart move without a necessary wing man - you know, just in case things went south? Oh, what joy of being her Beta sometimes, or well, sometimes? Pft... He threw the covers off, and shoved himself upright, and moved towards the bathroom. Knowing a hot shower would awaken him quicker, and wash off the preschooler paint markings off. And with a fresh set of clothes he was set to get on the road.

There was the concept of being fashionably late, Markus supposed, but it usually was considered when it was a party you were actually invited to - not one you planned to crash. And so, he was genuinely surprised, walking on foot, that he'd managed to catch up to his alpha's scent still in the town proper, instead of further into the wood's nearing Lillian's pack house; and upon rounding a corner into the town square was greeted with the sight of Willow leaning up against the wall, talking with a dark, well-looking stranger... A new wolf? No. His nose twitched, as he drew closer, feeling no need to hide his presence as a 'human' walking down a well lit street towards them, it was different, but familiar, and old, nearly forgotten, scent. And his voice? Contained mannerisms? Newly returned? Ahh, Ghost, probably... "Evening." Markus mused - short, sweet, simple, and to the point. As he eased to a stop beside Willow, tossing a polite greeting nod to the other male, before sparring her a slightly pointed look (w/out the eyebrow raised, as of yet) - as if saying Well?

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"And am I... a friend?" Ghost shrugged in response as if to say, Perhaps. She took his hand and he gave a gentle but firm shake. "Willow Sanders... Lot's of people call me lot's of different things. But you, my dear, may call me whatever you'd like." She said, with a kittenish smirk and Levi nodded.
Once she leaned against the wall of his father's shop, her coy smirk still on her face, Levi crossed his arms. "I was merely being curious... I hadn't smelled your scent before." She said and Levi gave a single shouldered shrug.
People didn't usually come back to Cherry Blossom, if they made it out at all, the reason they left, would keep them out. He would be the minority in this case, for certain. "What brings you back to Cherry Blossom?... Unless... Did Lillian recruit you? I wouldn't be surprised if she did." Willow said and Ghost looked at her with a twitch of his brow. Lillian? Was she the new Alpha?
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"No, She didn't." Was all he could say before another wolf's scent invaded his senses, male this time He turned to see the man approaching. "Evening." He said, to Ghost with a polite nod. While he gave Willow a pointed look that made Levi arch a dark brow. He knew the man, or his scent at least. He turned toward the man, and held out his hand, the wolf in him sizing him up in the back of his head. "Evening....I know you right?" He asked, with a small frown. He couldn't place him, but Levi did grow up here, there was a good chance that he could have known him a kid, or in high school before


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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi Character Portrait: Olivar Furen
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Location: Party || Interacting with: Meredith Langrange, Willow Octavia Sanders, Olivar Furen || Mentioned: Julia Sinclair

ImageLisa danced to the music pointed out a cute guy to her friend Jaime from the book store. "Go for it!" Jaime yelled over the loud music. Lisa smiled and shook her head. Jaime rolled her eyes.

Lisa glanced at the guy and bit her lip. Smiling at Jaime, she started moving towards the guy.

As she was making her way over, she smelled something unusual. The smile disappeared from her face. There was a vampire here.

She looked around at the sea of people. This party was packed. She had no idea who was the source of the scent. She became worried that it might know that she was there already.

She pulled out her phone and texted her pack.

At a party. There's a vampire here.

She pressed send. I hope they text back soon. Lisa was worried. She'd never encountered a vampire without her pack. She was unsure what to do.

Jaime came up behind her and gave her a questioning look and gesture. Lisa shrugged and gave a fake smile. She continued dancing and checking her phone after phantom vibrations.

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi Character Portrait: Olivar Furen
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Willow could tell Levi was the strong silent type. And for her that only drew her in more wanting to know what hid behind the tough, quiet exterior. He at least acknowledged what she was saying with shrugs or head nods. She continued to study him curiously, gauging every movement and action he made. Will couldn't put her finger on what it was about him, but she was determined to find out. But as she watched him she couldn't help but smirk a wild mischievous grin while running a hand through her blonde locks.

Levi finally gave her a verbal answer regarding if he was recruited by Lillian.
"No, She didn't." Interesting. She shifted where she stood, tilting her head in a curious manner causing her hair to veil have her face. "Fair game." Will could smell Markus approaching but before he joined them she added, "Well there are 2 packs here in Cherry Blossom... Lillian's and- She was cut off by her Beta's appearance making the duo a trio. "Evening." Will gave him a sideways glance momentarily although she kept her body facing Levi. Her gaze was direct and wavering. That was until her cellphone gave a little chirp. She reached into her back pocket, pulling the phone out. "Pardon me handsome."

Willow unlocked her phone, her gaze flitting about the group text message from Lisa.

At a party. There's a vampire here.

Will scowled down at her phone, a growl rumbling in the pit of her throat. She assumed Markus had already seen the message and was waiting for her orders. Her stance shifted to a slightly more dominant position as her thumbs feverishly tapped upon her phone, the screen illuminating her face.

Markus & I have plans ruffling feathers of the
inferior Alpha. Don't engage without back up.
You're in public so they shouldn't attack.
Stay alert & inform if anything develops.

Willow cleared her throat in frustration while shoving her phone into the back pocket of her skin tight pants. "Sorry that was rude of me... Alpha duties." Will then did a double take finally taking it what Levi said about possibly knowing Markus. "Wait you both know each other?" She motioned back and forth between the 2 while furrowing her brows in confusion. "How is it you could know him?... I've been in this town for over 100 years and never crossed paths with you before." She took a slight step towards Levi looking him up with a predator like gaze. "I would have remembered you."

Will didn't notice the appointed glance from Markus, or maybe she did but didn't digest it until that moment. She rolled her eyes slightly because of him, expecting some sort of comment later on when they're alone. She hadn't even realized how much time she spent wondering the town and talking to Levi. Will reached out grabbing Markus' wrist to look at his watch, cursing under her breath when she saw the time. Her attention shifted back towards the mysterious stranger. Her angered facade quickly fading to a seductive smile once again. "Unfortunately lover-boy... I have plans to stir the pot. Although," She stepped towards him, raising a hand to brush back a loose hair of his from his face before whispering, "I'd rather spend my time here... Trying to decode you." Before she turned away she added one more comment, "Don't be a stranger Ghost."

Willow slowly turned towards Markus, allowing her gaze to linger on Levi for a long moment before she turned her complete attention to her Beta. "Alright Mutt... Let's go." She slid her left arm under Markus' right arm, resting her hand on his forearm allowing him to guide her down the street. After a few strides down the street she stopped momentarily to glance over her shoulder towards Levi. "Hey!" She called out to him, "You don't seem like a Ghost to me. A ghost is tame... You're more of a Phantom." Will smirked, "But don't let anyone else call you that. That's my name... And I'm possessive of what's mine." Will winked towards Levi before disappearing down the street with Markus.

Once they were out of ear shot of anyone else, Will slowed down their pace as they walked, her arm still linked in his.
"Shut up." She peeked over at him from the corner of her eyes. Will knew he'd have some smart comment about Levi so she wanted to shut him up before he said anything. After another long moment of silence she spoke up again. "So should we arrive fashionably late to make an entrance?... Or should we arrive on time so Lillian starts her whole spiel so that she chokes once she sees us?"

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Location
Her Shop
Texting
Lisa Ericson
Mentioned
Willow Sanders, Lisa Ericson, Edmund "Markus" Bales
NPC-David Lagrange


As Meredith paced in her shop she let out a sharp sigh. She had smelt the vampires just as much as everyone else but with the pack split in half Meredith thought that it was just as dangerous to travel alone for werewolves as it was for humans now. Of course, Meredith couldn't very well order Willow and the others around and since her opinion had not been asked for she had kept it to herself. Meredith let out a growl in irritation thinking of her older brother David and Lisa at a party while Willow and Edmund were off to cause trouble with Lillian. Sick of pacing Meredith let out another low growl and flipped the sign on her shop door from closed to open. Though her shop wasn’t on the main street it also wasn’t on the very edge of town, rather being about half-way down a side road coming off of Main Street, making it not uncommon for her to get customers at night. With the shop open Meredith went about sorting and organizing the jars and bags that contained herbs and remedies, the familiar action calming her nerves.

Once she had done an initial sweep of the store Meredith grabbed a box of matches she kept behind the counter but stopped as her cell went off. Reading Lisa's text she swore under her breath but kept calm. Look for David. He should be there. With that Melissa slipped her phone back in her pocket and exited the building, walking down the path to light the two oil-burning lamp posts that stood on either side of the pathway where it connected to the eight car parking lot. Striking a match Meredith stood on her tiptoes, stretching her arms up to light the first lamp post and then did the same to the second. Putting the two matches into a small compartment at the bottom of one of the lamps Meredith turned and headed back up the path towards the shop to light the two lamps on either side of the door.

Halfway to the shop Meredith stopped to admire the building before her. It had a strange air about it, or at least that was what she had always thought. With the cobblestone path, the ancient oak door, the oil-burning lamps and ivy climbing up the front it gave the modern building a fairytale-like feel. The shop had been there for generations, only recently having been renovated a few decades ago when her grandmother inherited it. The oak door and the lamps were the only parts of the building kept from the original, now framed by brick that was disrupted on either side by large windows, showing the contents of the shop to the outside world. Of course, with how long the pack was said to have lived here and protected the town her families Apothecary had probably been part of a quaint village before it was part of the current city.
At the thought of protecting the city Meredith shook her head and realized she had been standing outside for at least ten minutes staring at her own store front at night like an idiot. Rolling her eyes at herself a small smile graced her lips as she went to finish lighting the lamps.

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Katherine "Rin" Jiang Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus
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Location: Cafe
Interacting With: Nathaniel Searus (briefly), Julia
Sinclair (texting) and Shane Dawson
Mentioned:Arthur Madden, Willow Sanders,
and Katherine "Rin" Jiang

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Elisabeth continued looking out the window, daydreaming of simpler times. Times before she didn't have to glance over her shoulder at night, before she was in this war between species, before she was a bloodsucker. Some days she would think about her family and wonder how much they had been hurt by her death/disappearance. After all, her body would never been found even if she was truly dead. The vampire who had turned her had transported her across the country by the time she awoke. Still, it would have been nice to have a proper goodbye with her friends and family. But there was no use in being sad about it, as it was out of her control and always would be. On a few occasions she had observed her siblings from a distance and they seemed happy enough. That was good enough for her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of eyes on her. She turned to meet them, making eye contact with a young male next to a motorcycle. Though it was only a moment or two before he put his helmet on and rode down the street, Elisabeth felt that he was familiar. She knew she had not seen his face around Cherry Blossom before, as she knew nearly everyone here-- whether they knew it or not. It was her job to scout the town for potential meals (though she considered this part of her job pointless, as others often ate whomever they desired), know who was in Cherry Blossom, and know what was happening around town. No, it was not his that was familiar but his entire being. She was almost certain that he too was a vampire.

Perhaps she should follow him and find out who he was. What would Arthur think of this? The coven leader could be quite unpredictable. He might decide to rip off the other man's head or he might happily offer him a spot in the coven. Something told her it would be the latter, considering the current werewolf situation. Though the pack was split and the two resulting packs did like to ruffle each other's feathers, they still had the common goal of protecting the humans from vampires. So far none of the coven had been bitten, which was a good thing. Elisabeth had never experienced a bitten vampire before, but Arthur had told her that it results in the afflicted slowly going crazy and attacking the members of their coven. This was not something that Elisabeth wanted to happen to her, though she had a feeling that some of the wolves would rather just kill her on the spot.

Willow would likely be one of those wolves. Truth be told, the young vampire was rather scared of the Alpha. She had a formidable look and presence. It was as if she were telling the whole world that she is not to be messed with. Lillian was intimidating too, but not like Willow. Still, both Alphas could hold their own in a fight.

Elisabeth was again pulled out of her thoughts by her phone vibrating. She looked at Julia's message, saying she hadn't seen any vampires and was at a party with lots of humans. Elisabeth didn't need to feed tonight nor did she enjoy parties. The music was loud, the humans reeked of alcohol, and there were just too many people in one place. She could see Julia thriving in that sort of environment though and was happy to hear that her coven mate was ok.

She was considering leaving the cafe early when Sheriff Dawson walked in. Any hopes of finding out who the mysterious young vampire was would have to wait. Elisabeth was obligated to serve any customer no matter how close to the end of the night that they walked in. Besides, she should have suspected there Sheriff would come around for a late dinner. That's just what she did.

"It's slow in here today. You think it's because of the parties?" the Sheriff commented as she took a seat at the counter. Elisabeth walked from he window back to her spot behind the counter. "It's been pretty slow all day. Nobody has been in in at least half an hour." Thus, she had started cleaning up the cafe ahead of schedule as she hadn't expected any more customers. "It could be," she said, responding to the Sheriff's second statement. "It could also be that Cherry Blossom isn't safe at night. After all, people say you should always walk with a buddy." It was the truth after all-- Cherry Blossom wasn't safe at night. The Sheriff knew as much too, though Elisabeth doubted she knew the true reasons.

"How have you been Elisabeth? It's been awhile." The Sheriff was glancing over the menu, despite coming to the cafe quite frequently. Humans were odd that way. Had she done that as a human? Elisabeth really couldn't remember. "I've been fine. Just working here and reading lots of books." She was thankful that she didn't need to attend the local high school to pass as human. If she did, she felt she would go insane. Instead, she was able to work and obtain money for books and clothes. What she didn't spend was saved for whenever she decided to fix up her house, which would probably be deemed unsafe to live in if a human lived there.

She smiled as she handed Shane a glass of water. "How have you been Sheriff Dawson? It can't be easy trying to deal with all of the recent deaths in the town." There was no denying the deaths of humans around the town whether it be vampire related or natural. Elisabeth decided to bring it up for two reasons: she was interested in what the Sheriff had to say about the murders and because she didn't know what else to talk about. A human her age would probably be curious about what the Sheriff was doing. Humans were both curious and disgusted by murders, so Elisabeth believed this wouldn't raise any alarm by her asking about it. Plus she could gauge how much the Sheriff knew about the true nature of the murders, though she still had doubts that Sheriff Dawson was aware of the supernatural presence in the quaint town of Cherry Blossom.

Elisabeth's phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and read the text from Julia, stating that a wolf was at the party. Of course, that wasn't enough to convince Julia to leave. The blonde vampire would probably stay unless it was either of the Alphas or Betas. So there was probably no need to be concerned at this point. Elisabeth couldn't do anything anyway, as she was busy doing her job. Ok, don't make a scene and be careful, she replied before placing her phone back in her pocket. If Julia did need help, she could always call Arthur or Rin.




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Location: The Street/Somewhere in Cherry
Blossom
Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood (texting)
Mentioned:Edmund "Markus" Bales, Willow
Sanders, and Levi Winters

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Gerald decided to head toward the center of town, knowing that the streets there were well lit and well travelled (at least during the day and early evening). He had no personal concerns of being attacked as he walked, but he figured he would play it safe just in case tonight was the night someone decided he was a perfect target.

He continued walking, enjoying the cool spring air. It wasn't terribly late, but he was still surprised to see a trio of people on the next block. The trio quick dispersed, with a male and female heading his way while the other male walked away opposite of them. The female called out to the lone male. However, Gerald did not pick up on what she said. His phone had vibrated in his pocket. He read the text from Vivian, more intrigued with it than whatever the woman had said to one of the men. Remembering that they were walking towards him, he moved off to the side so that the two would be able to pass him.

Honestly, Gerald hadn't planned what to do, where to go, or where to even meet. He just wanted to do something with someone. He really should have thought ahead, as now he was left staring at the keyboard of his phone. It was late, so most stores and restaurants would be closed right now. The movie theater was still open, but he wasn't in the mood to see another one. He tried to think of somewhere where they could go that would be open, have something fun to do, and wasn't near any shady parts of town.

He couldn't come up with anything and felt increasing pressure to reply to Vivian. Well, what do you want to do? he decided to ask. I'm at the center of town right now. Even if he did have any ideas for what to do, he would go with whatever Vivian wanted to do (unless it was along the lines of robbing a bank or another illegal activity). He just wanted to hang out with his good friend.

Gerald placed his cellphone back in his left pocket before proceeding to walk down the street.




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Location: The Pack House
Interacting With: Lillian Smith and Serena
Roberge
Mentioned:

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Apparently taking off one's pants was no appropriate in the Pack House, even if one did so because he fell in a creek. Roman had been hoping for a more playful response than the one he received from Lillian, but wasn't surprised by it either. He really shouldn't have taken his pants off, but at least he announced it before walking further into the house. It wasn't as if he was planning on walking around without pants on for the rest of the night. As soon as he found another pair and a towel he would be properly clothed.

Just as he was about to go in search of some pants, Serena walked in. And I thought falling into the creek was bad. Well at least she didn't- "What the fuck Roman!" Nevermind. Roman couldn't help but grin as Serena passed by him. While it was rather unfortunate that she saw him in such a state, it was also rather amusing. She obviously didn't think it was judging by her reaction.

Roman laughed as she quickly walked around him with eyes averted. "C'mon, I'm not naked or anything!" Serena, not caring if he was naked or not, disappeared into the meeting room. Still amused at her horrified reaction in comparison to the terse one he received from Lillian, he entered the house on the quest to find pants. He knew he had an extra pair in one of the rooms, but wasn't sure exactly which one. He had been drunk when he'd dropped them off, but at least he was thinking straight enough to actually bring clothing to the house in case of emergencies.

He quickly checked the bedrooms of the Pack House, but didn't find his clothing in any of the wardrobes or drawers. Where the hell had he put his clothes?! He closed his eyes, trying to remember. When he'd come to the house, he'd gotten a glass of water before putting his clothes... somewhere. Well, at least he knew they weren't in the kitchen. That still left quite a few places for them to be. Maybe they were in one of the bathrooms?

Roman returned to the master bedroom, which had a bathroom attached to it. Upon opening the closet door he found not only spare towels, but his clothing crumpled into a ball.Some might be concerned as to why he had placed his clothes in a bathroom closet, but weirder things had happened in Cherry Blossom. He grabbed one of the towels and began drying off his now damp legs. He started to dry off his boxers when he heard Lillian's voice. "Roman I swear, get some pants on and get in here!" He chuckled and deeming himself dry enough, put on his extra pair of pants. He tossed the wet pair into the sink, making a mental note to come back for them tomorrow.

Grinning, he walked into the meeting room. "Worry not, I have pants on now," he informed the girls. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest. "So what's our plan of attack for tonight?" he asked seriously. Hunting vampires and protecting an entire town wasn't something to be taken lightly.

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{ Location: Town || Interacting With: Willow, Levi, Gerald || Mentioned: Lisa, Lillian }


Willow regarded him with a sideways glance, and while their eye-contact shared was brief - it was direct, intense, and unwavering. Until her cellphone chirped and his silenced to a mere vibrate buzzed absently in the back pocket of his jeans, and she reached into her pocket to pull her's out to observe the message. "Pardon me handsome." Markus blinked, and the sharpness of his gaze faded momentarily. She would not, ever, call him that... With a flavor of renewed interest, he lifted his up to glance back to the other man; already finding the other's well, he guessed it was a handsome face if Will was interested, looking at him with a raised brow, offering a hand to him, and the rather unmistakable feeling of being 'sized up' - before Ghost, spoke, "Evening... I know you right?"

"It's been a while," Markus admitted lightly, stepping forward to take the other male's hand in a steady, firm grip. They'd maybe known each other as kids' he thought, probably high-school too, and of course "play-fights" arising briefly as everyone tested out their new skills (with a bunch of 'alpha male' types abound) when they first turned - if anything, the possible image of a big albino wolf coming to mind, with himself being an equal in size wolf but of a more melanistic color variant, going rather rough once upon a time, was the strongest or most recent thing he could remember him by. "E. Bales, most call me Markus." He supplied further, omitting most of his first name, because only his parents and Meredith still called him 'Edmund' anymore, all three rather stubbornly, so it wouldn't be fair to assume Ghost even knew it to begin with. Before releasing the hand-shake at the time of Willow's growl and shift into a more dominant posture as she began feverishly typing a reply on the screen.

Markus took the step back to his original position, to tilt his head to re-regard her, and more importantly the message(s) on the tiny but bright screen with a thoughtful frown sliding into place on his mouth. He looked away as Will finished and sent the response to Lisa's text, clearing her throat in mild frustration; which was his sentiments exactly, for an entirely different reason though, as tearing into a vampire would be far more enjoyable than standing there, listening to her jumping heartily back into conversation with Levi. He remained a silent presence, and watched out of the corner both of them idly, bored and not amused, but, waiting patiently...

It wasn't long until Willow seemed to be wrapping up the long-winded conversation, or at the very most had finally digested the look he'd given her earlier as she snagged his wrist to scowl at his watch (even though she'd just had her phone out moments before to check the time?); he turned toward her to regard her evenly as she muttered curses under her breath, before making her verbal goodbyes and lingering 'puppy-dog' eyes to Levi - while he merely glanced his way, tilting his head into similar nod to his earlier greeting, conveying farewell without words. "Alright Mutt... Let's go." Markus flashed a sudden, warning snarl towards her after her comment; it was silent, however, missing the growl and verbal evidence, with only his lips peeled for a brief moment before returning to a flat-line. As she slid her arm to link with his, he initiated the movement forward, guiding them both down the street - even with Willow's last minute call outs to Levi momentarily halting their movement, he was able to pull them along forward just as quickly again.

"Shut up." Came Willow's voice after they were out of ear shot from the new wolf they'd parted from, and the minor attention of a human teen stepping off to the side of the walkway so that the two of them could pass him; as they both seemed to slow their pace in tandem the further they wound through the city streets to the outskirts, to the woods, and eventually the pack house which would be their final destination. He felt his eyes on her, and glanced back rolling his own, while miming a lopsided 'X' across his chest with his free hand. Oh, sure he wouldn't spill his smart comments about Levi the newcomer twisting her tail, or really mainly ragging on her, yet, but he'd get her later for it.

After another small moment of silence, then Willow questioned, "So should we arrive fashionably late to make an entrance?... Or should we arrive on time so Lillian starts her whole spiel so that she chokes once she sees us?" Markus paused before answering to take in a deep, investigative breath through his nose. Picking out the scents of wolves that had passed ahead of them, it seemed the three leading members of the other pack where already there or headed in the right direction as far as he could tell. Humph... "They're already about to start, and you know Lillian and her 'planning sessions' as well as I..." He rumbled, nose wrinkling as much as in thought, as in distaste. "It might be more satisfying to interrupt in the middle of her beginning spiel, and unravel her for the rest of the night; then just coming fashionably late."

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ImageLisa watched the vampire from as far away as she could get without losing sight of her. The vampire was leaving - alone. This was good, it meant that she had been scared off by the presence of werewolves before being able to secure a victim. The bad thing was that she would likely go somewhere else now to find her meal.

Lisa pulled out her phone and sent a text to the pack.

Vampire leaving party to find victim elsewhere.

She turned to Jaime, who was already confused by her behaviour and told her, "I'm feeling sick! I'm gonna head home!" Jaime gave her a sympathetic look and waved. Lisa made a mental note to come up with some excuse for why she was acting strange tonight.

As the vampire stepped out the door, Lisa followed. This is stupid... this is so fucking stupid. She thought to herself. She didn't want to put herself at risk, nor did she want to piss off Willow, but she kept thinking about that human who would be the victim if no one intervened.

This was a dangerous decision she had made. If it were a human, Lisa would easily have been able to remain undetected, but without the smells, sounds and human obstacles of the party, she would be unlikely to stay hidden from a vampire for long.

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"Fair game." was Willows' response. "Well there are 2 packs here in Cherry Blossom... Lillian's and- Her words were cut off by the sound of her phone "Pardon me, Handsome." She said and Levi could only smirk. It was then then Levi took the time to finish assessing the other man, not in the territorial sort of way, but he was a wolf, it was just something he did, naturally, as all male wolves do. There was nothing threatening about him, though he looked rather strong. He did know him, years ago back when they were still pups. "It's been awhile/" the male wolf said and Levi smirked, still unable to place his name though. "E.Bales, most call me Marcus."
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Levi rose his chin in recognition. "Ah, yes...I remember now." He said. "It has been a while." He said, the memories flooding back. They were very young, and while the place was crawling with Predanaturals like them. Levi wasn't really one to make friends, but he had a few when he was young, before his mother pulled him from school. He was always the "Lone Wolf" type, keeping rather to himself then to join a pack, which it seemed Willow to want him to do. She didn't have to say it. He could smell that she was an alpha, the way she circled him, challenging him in her closeness, a weaker mind would have backed away,intimidated by it, though that wasn't her intention, but not Ghost, he stood his ground, letting her get as close as she wanted, accepting her challenge, which only seemed to turn her on. He could smell that too, and the feeling was mutual. He wasn't playing on joining any packs, but she was...tempting.
"Sorry that was rude of me... Alpha duties." She said, confirming what he already knew. "Wait you both know each other?" she said, recalling the conversation, gesturing to the two men. "How is it you could know him?... I've been in this town for over 100 years and never crossed paths with you before." She again, challenged him, taking a step toward him, watching his face, which remained equal parts amused and impassive. "I would have remembered you."
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"They don't call me Ghost for nothing..." He said, again, accepting her challenge, by not shrinking away. She turned, grabbing the man's wrist to see his watch. She didn't seem pleased with what she found, but it faded when she turned back to him, smiling wolfishly.
"Unfortunately lover-boy... I have plans to stir the pot. Although," She said, stepping even closer, toe to toe, she raised a hand, brushing back his dark curls from his eyes. She leaned into his ear. "I'd rather spend my time here... Trying to decode you." she said with a whisper and Levi only turned his head toward her, saying not a word, but allowing himself the opportunity to log her scent as it pulsed from her neck. It was rather tantalizing. Finally, she turned away, but added "Don't be a stranger Ghost."she told him, and he only smirked. He was certain she wouldn't let that happen.
She then hooked her arm around the other male, allowing him to guide her down the street, and Levi turned back to the shop, but he heard her shift and smiled to himself. "Hey!" she called and he turned only his head.
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You don't seem like a Ghost to me. A ghost is tame... You're more of a Phantom." She said with a smirk, and Levi chuckled. "But don't let anyone else call you that. That's my name... And I'm possessive of what's mine." she told him with a wink and Levi shook his head. "You have my word." was all he said before the two disappeared down the street.

Levi grabbed the doorknob and with a flick of his wrist popped the lock, Willow's scent lingering on him.

Perhaps returning to Cherry Blossom wasn't so bad after all.


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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews
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"I'll go get your food ready," Elisabeth said as she disappeared into the kitchen. Shane frowned slightly as she realized that not even a cook was there to help her. Shame. No one should work alone, especially not in a town like this. It wasn't long before the girl returned with her food and a bag. Shane smiled thankfully as she placed the boxes in the bag and shifted to her feet.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you mean earlier about not thinking these were wild animal attacks?" Shane froze mid movement. She was hoping the comment would simply brush off Elisabeth's shoulder. Either that or the rumors about herself would have graced her ears. Although the girl was nice, she had to tread carefully around the subject and be careful of what she did and didn't say. "Half this town thinks I am unfit to be Sheriff... The other half could be easily swayed to their side if the wrong words slip from my mouth." Shane smiled weakly towards the girl. "I won't give stock to rumors. The answer will reveal itself when I have proof... Until then, it's only wild animal attacks."

Shane smirked slightly as she searched her jean pockets for money. Pulling out a $20, she placed it in Elisabeth's hand before closing the girl's hand and patting it with her own. "Keep the change." No doubt that was more than double the worth of the food. But working alone, having to cook, wait and clean yourself can't be easy. "Take care of yourself. And get home before it gets too late... If you need someone to walk with you, just give me a ring."

Shane waved before stepping out of the diner. She casually walked the streets as she ate her burger, keeping her eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. After finishing the sandwich, and now only picking at the fries she noticed a pair of familiar faces. Shane slowly made her way towards Vivian and Gerald. "How's everything going?" She said as she joined the pair with a warm smile. "I'm glad to see you both are smart enough not to travel alone." She chuckled softly, before holding out the box of fries towards them. "Fry?"




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Willow had a permanent smirk upon her lips as she walked with her arm locked with Markus'. She had always loved fresh meat but something about her Phantom gave her chills... Clearly all the good kind. Will had already made a mental note to cross his path again very soon so that she'd have a chance to decode the mysterious wolf. He intrigued her in more ways than words could explain. Attraction for wolves was on a whole other level, especially because they could often sense when the feeling was mutual... And Will knew it was. Not many would stand toe to toe with her and not be intimidated or falter. But Levi stood his ground, and that enticed her.

Her mind was clearly elsewhere and it took her way too long to register the words Markus spoke to her.
"They're already about to start, and you know Lillian and her 'planning sessions' as well as I..." Willow smirked as she watched his face turn in disgust. He didn't have to explain his thoughts on the matter, she was more then knowledgable towards how he felt. And more often then not the feeling was mutual. "It might be more satisfying to interrupt in the middle of her beginning spiel, and unravel her for the rest of the night; then just coming fashionably late." She pursed her lips, reaching for her phone in the back pocket of her tight jeans to check the time. "As much as I love that devious mind of yours, I believe we may have no choice but to arrive fashionably late."

In a small town like Cherry Blossom, it took no time at all for them to reach the location of the meeting. Willow turned her head towards Markus, her eyes glistening in excitement. "Oh how I enjoy making an entrance." With that, Will released Markus' arm and walked straight for the entrance strutting almost as if to show off her sex appeal and dominance. She did not hesitate to kick open the door and waltz right into the room. Willow made her way right up to an empty seat beside a male wolf that she recalled being called Roman. Her devious grin never left her lips as she took a seat. "Hello handsome." She whispered towards the male beside her, shooting him a quick wink.

Willow leaned back in the seat, crossing her long slender legs while stretching her arm across the back of Roman's chair. She made sure she was comfortable as her gaze remained locked on Lillian's as she caught the end of her little introduction.
"... Just enough for each group to be able to fight one or two vamps. Also if one group get's ambushed the other will have wolves who aren't injured." Will couldn't help but laugh while shaking her head slightly. "Sacrifice the few to save the many, eh Lill?" She cocked her head to the side while pursing her lips. "Since when has it been a good idea to split up?... Haven't you seen any horror film... Ever?"

Willow looked over to Roman, her hand that rested upon the back of his chair, reaching up to twirl a lock of his hair. "By all means... Don't listen to me. After all, what could I possibly know?" She smiled towards her current male company before drifting her gaze over to Lillian. "All I know is... When I plan to do more than scouting, I would never risk my pack by splitting them up. A unit is more powerful than a pair." Willow's grin grew as she leaned forward, resting her free elbow upon her knee, her chin in the palm, while her other hand still grasped Roman's chair. "You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian... If not, you'd be the only Alpha."

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus
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Elisabeth listened and watched Shane observantly as she answered, noting her discomfort at the subject. "Half this town thinks I am unfit to be Sheriff... The other half could be easily swayed to their side if the wrong words slip from my mouth. I won't give stock to rumors. The answer will reveal itself when I have proof... Until then, it's only wild animal attacks." The vampire wouldn't push the subject anymore than it had to be. It confirmed her suspicions that the hushed whispers about the Sheriff's beliefs of the true cause of the attacks likely had credit to them, though rumors tended to get out of control in one way or another.

The Sheriff paid Elisabeth with a twenty dollar bill, telling her to keep the change as she closed the girl's hand and patted it. "Thank you," Elisabeth said earnestly. It was a hefty tip, but one she was grateful for. Part of the reason she had chosen to have a job in town was to scout for the coven. Another part was to maintain her "human" standing in town. And yet another was because she was hoping to fix up the house she lived in. It was a far cry from what it used to be and she would love to see it restored. That, and she would also like to have chairs that hadn't been broken by either Arthur or the one who had turned her.

"Take care of yourself. And get home before it gets too late... If you need someone to walk with you, just give me a ring." The Sheriff left the cafe then, heading out to patrol the town. Elisabeth chuckled a bit, as the Sheriff didn't know how capable the girl was of protecting herself. If enhanced sense, speed, and strength was't enough to save her, she could always throw a car at her opponent. Still, it was nice of the Sheriff to offer.

Confident that no more customers would show up, she quickly checked to make sure everything was clean and stowed. After doing this, she sent a text to Arthur. I think there's a new vampire in town. I don't know where he went though. Got bogged down by the Sheriff. I'll check around town before heading home. She decided to omit learning that the Sheriff was most likely suspicious of the supernatural activity in town. That was information best saved for a meeting in person. Plus, depending on where he was he might throw a fit and destroy something or someone.

Elisabeth removed her apron and hung it up. She looked out of the cafe window. Seeing nobody, she looked at her jacket across the room on the coat stand. As soon as she thought about it, the jacket removed itself from the stand and flew over to her as if someone had tossed it. She quickly put it on and looked out the window again, making sure nobody had seen her use her ability. Every now and then she got somewhat lazy, plus it wasn't a bad idea to practice using your ability. The vampire left the cafe and locked the front door. She looked around, wondering which way she should go. She could follow the scent of the other vampire, but his trail had dissipated in the time since they two had seen each other. Likewise, she could just wander the town in hopes of finding a potential meal or any of the werewolves. If she did find a werewolf and was able to remain undetected by it, which wasn't the easiest to do considering their enhanced senses, she would let the rest of the coven know where it was. Caution was always the best choice when it came to werewolves, especially at night when they were apt to hunt the vampires.

In the end, she chose to follow in the path of Nathaniel. She might as well try to figure out who he was and what his business in Cherry Blossom was. If she found a meal or a lone werewolf along the way, it would make the trip even more worthwhile.






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Location: Town
Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood and Shane
Dawson
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Gerald blushed a bit when Vivian laughed at his scream. He knew his scream was rather... high pitched when he was surprised, but it was still embarrassing, as he'd somehow managed never to scream that way in front of his friend before. However, his pride quickly recovered and he grinned back at her. "There's a party not too far from here," she suggested. "Or we could just walk and talk. I have to get somethings at the Herb shop but if you would rather go to the party that's fine too."

Gerald didn't mind parties, but he knew Vivian wasn't a fan of them. If he really wanted to go to a party he would have gone there earlier, but he wanted to hang out with one of his best friends. "Walking and talking sounds good to me," he replied, looking at her. "Though I've gotta ask: what do you need from the herb shop?" He guessed that she was referring to the shop owned and managed by the Lagrange family. He'd been there a couple of times with his mom, but herbs really weren't his thing.

Sheriff Dawson seemed to appear out of nowhere as Gerald turned to look forward. He stifled another scream but still jumped a bit. "How's everything going?" the Sheriff asked politely. "Well, you're the second person to give me a minor heart attack in the past few minutes, but I'll be ok," he replied as his heart beat calmed down. He smiled to show there were no hard feelings. The Sheriff was a nice enough lady and she did the best she could to keep the town safe.

"I'm glad to see you both are smart enough not to travel alone." Gerald declined to comment that until a couple of minutes ago he had been walking alone. He didn't want or need a lecture from the Sheriff, though he understood her the root of concern. She offered out a box of fries to them. "Fry?" Gerald happily accepted, taking a handful. "Thanks Sheriff Dawson," he said before eating one.






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Location: The Pack House
Interacting With: Lillian Smith, Serena
Roberge, Willow Sanders, Markus Bales
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Roman plopped down in his chair, resting the urge to swivel in it. He listened as Lillian laid out the plan for tonight's hunt. They would split the pack in half, with Serena leading one half and Lillian and Roman the other. It sounded like a good plan to him. The less time he had to spend with Serena, the better.

Roman opened his mouth to make a quip, but was promptly stopped by the sound of the door being kicked open behind him. He didn't need to swivel his chair to know that Willow, aka the Royal Bitch, had arrived. He thought it was a suiting name for her, in the literal definition of the word and the more insulting one. Willow took a seat next to Roman. He glared at her, though that did nothing to stop her grinning. "Hello handsome," she cooed. Roman growled in return, knowing that it wasn't much of a compliment coming from her. Pretty much any guy could have received the same greeting from her, regardless of his appearance.

As Lillian finished speaking, Willow set her arm across the back of his chair. He ignored it. Seduction would get her nowhere with him. He refrained rom glancing at his friend, Markus, who had dutifully interrupted the meeting along with the other Alpha. Roman wasn't sure what had compelled Markus to join Willow's pack. He'd never asked, as he didn't want their friendship to feel any tension because of it. Whatever the case, Roman as more focused on directing his distaste for the other pack at the Alpha herself.

"Sacrifice the few to save the many, eh Lill? Since when has it been a good idea to split up?... Haven't you seen any horror film... Ever?" Willow chimed into the conversation as if she actually had a place in their pack. "Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood." Roman commented, though he meant no ill will towards Markus. He decided not to comment on Willow's second remark.

The Royal Bitch proceeded to twirl a lock of his hair, which he again ignored. As much as he wanted to transform and bite her hand clean off, he was restraining himself for Lillian's sake. However, too much more of her crap and he might have to. "By all means... Don't listen to me. After all, what could I possibly know?" She shot Roman a smile, which he responded to with a snarl. "All I know is... When I plan to do more than scouting, I would never risk my pack by splitting them up. A unit is more powerful than a pair. You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian... If not, you'd be the only Alpha." Roman stood swiftly, looking down at the still seated Willow. "You should take your own advice then," he growled at the other alpha. After all, she had only shown up with one other wolf. Two to three weren't the best or the worst odds ever, but they were still favourable to the group of three. He glanced at Lillian before looking back at Willow, as he was ready to strangle her.

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Willow’s mind was clearly still back with her ‘Phantom’, Markus suspected, as it was taking her an extraordinary time for her to be digesting his response. Before he could make a sharp quip, and break the half-hearted promise the lopsided ‘x’ his mime had suggested earlier; his cellphone buzzed sullenly. Taking the distractive incentive, he pulled out his phone first to observe Lisa’s newest message with a narrow, but thoughtful gaze.

"Vampire leaving party to find victim elsewhere."

"Acknowledged."

Markus texted in return, short and simple. He wasn’t one to waste words in the first place, and secondly while it was a small, satisfactory win that the mere presence of a werewolf (or wolves) at the party had chased the bloodsucker off – he had nothing else to tell her. It was an annoying predicament to just ‘let one go’, but without proper back-up, and Markus remembered she’d never had to encounter a vampire on her own, Lisa did not need to be shoved into anything overtly dangerous right away.

He looked down as he shoved his phone back into his pocket, and met Willow’s gaze, as a smirk played across her lips when she pursed them checking the time on her phone this time, before she finally responded, “As much as I love that devious mind of yours, I believe we may have no choice but to arrive fashionably late.” Markus snorted roughly, as a mild form of ‘I told you so’ – playing on the pointed look he’d delivered to her earlier that evening. Her ‘Phantom’ had taken some (if not most) of the time up…

It did not take them long to reach the location of the meeting at the old (complete) pack’s house, and Willow turned to him with excitement, before speaking “Oh how I enjoy making an entrance.” “Ladies first,” Markus idly commented, as if she wasn’t going to take the lead anyway. She released his arm, and strutted forward towards the entrance – her sex appeal and dominance obvious, but doing little for him to be frank. He followed closely on her heels, but had shortened his strides as to not step on her.

Markus shut the kicked open door with the back of a heel in an idle movement, the wood banging shut with half as much as force Willow had originally exerted on it in opening it, but the sudden, explosive entrance had already been achieved. He appeared into the room, a second behind his Alpha, and slipped sideways to park himself, leaning against the wall directly behind both, Willow, where she’d sat down to ‘own’ the place, and his old friend, but still good surprisingly with the two pack’s misgivings between one another, Roman. There was other chairs available, but they were on the other side of the table near Lillian and Serena; and while he could have been hardly bothered taking a seat next to them, and watch their skins crawl in closer detail – as a dutiful wing-man, the wall was the better position to observe everyone and their body languages with equal intensity.

Lillian had wrapped up her little introduction spiel, and Willow’s silvery laugh rang out briefly, before she chimed into their conversation with ease – “Sacrifice the few to save the many, eh Lill? Since when has it been a good idea to split up?... Haven't you seen any horror film... Ever?” It seemed to immediately work on Roman’s metaphorical hackles, as he commented back shortly, “Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood.”

Markus attentive eyes snapped towards the back of the other male’s head, his otherwise perpetually serious expression that often leads one to believe he either expects that you’re an idiot or is quite convinced that you already are, had a twisted smirk – that was more annoyed in the downturn of his lips, than his normal ‘resting face’ of exasperation with the world and it’s occupants. There was quite a far difference from being one of Willow’s ‘pets on a leash' or one of her 'pursuits’, than being her Beta, currently dutiful wing-man, and the wanting to kill each other on a daily basis to contend with as well; very different indeed, he'd have Roman know, but he remained silent.

His eyes slid away from the other male as quickly as he’d locked on originally, to re-observe Lillian (mostly) and Serena too, as Willow continued, “By all means… Don’t listen to me. After all, what could I possibly know?” Smiling and twirling a lock of his hair, she elicited a snarl from Roman. “All I know is… When I plan to do more than scouting, I would never risk my pack by splitting them up. A unit is more powerful than a pair… You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian. If not, you’d be the only Alpha.”

Markus side-eyed his attention, ignoring the momentary inner surge of protectiveness, as Rome stood swiftly, growling out a statement in response to Willow’s obviously fur-ruffling chatter as he looked down at the still-seated Alpha, “You should take your own advice then.” Will could handle herself in the verbal battlefield, easily, he was well aware and hardly worried about that per say; even with the physical odds stacked more in favor of three over the two, they were only here to ‘mess with them’ and not in to stay for a ‘real’ fur-removing fight (not that he’d ever wished such an event to occur, unless absolutely necessary - he could fight, extremely well, but he wasn't eager for one). And Roman, could handle himself as well verbally with his sharp mouth and open hostility; and while he often wondered why he'd still chosen Lillian's pack with the issues of Serena being chosen as her Beta instead, and just so happened still keep their childhood friendship alive despite their pack differences - both of them really didn't need to lose fur and friendship over pack differences tonight, he suspected, idly.

His mouth twisted into half an idle but warning snarl, and had been combined with an oddly amused smile; as perhaps the most threatening chuckle rumbled up, very much like a growl, from deep within his chest. “Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?” Markus noted, as his normal expression fell make into place when the chuckle faded away. Not quite signaling Roman out specifically on the threat his last statement had veiled (and seemingly attempting to ignore him, much like the other was attempting to do as well), but intended it for the other Alpha (or Beta, he supposed) that he had kept most of his attention on… It was a delicate game, obviously.

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{ Location: Town, Hotel || Interacting With: Elisabeth Hill || Mentioned: N/A }


The hope for the rest of the evening to remain at a relative standstill, compared to how bombarding the day had been, had been misplaced, Nathaniel reflected. Maybe it was just too much of his good natured, new kid in town rubbing off on others; or merely a small town driven curiosity and eagerness at fault - who could honestly say? But after humoring the elderly hotel owner, smoking a single cigarette (while the other man had already consumed a handful, at least; by the smell of him) curled between his index and middle finger, leaning against the railing of the second floor of the hotel of his temporary ‘home’; he could only guess that in the end, he’d made another successful run at being ‘human’, yet again.

A surprise, but welcoming, distraction came from the night breeze gently whisking by his nose, causing a thoughtful frown to ease unto his maw as he pulled his cigarette away to catch a better waft of downwind heading his way. Nathaniel had eventually expected a visit from one of the coven members or their leader in the following night or so, but so soon after a brief visual encounter with someone he suspected to be another vampire and the fact that it had been more than enough that his scent would’ve still been around but an obvious trail would’ve dissipated (not that the oil and gas that had been underneath him would have helped much, or the current smoking). Huh, must be a hell of a scouter then, he figured.

“What is it?” The foreman grunted as he became aware, finally, to catch on that the seemingly younger man had ignored the steady winding conversation of some small town rumors, or myths, or something. It was endearing to watch as a new wariness set into the elder’s shoulders as he narrowed his eyes against the inky black of the night with muted streetlamps around, to fruitlessly see what he couldn’t and what had drawn the young doctor’s attention instead; he would’ve been just as dead if someone of the supernatural variety had been in the mood - pity, pity.

“Someone I was expecting.” Nathaniel replied evenly. It wasn’t technically a lie? “Oh,” The man mused, looking back with an odd expression on his face, that told the tale of thoughts going on in his head well enough – who on earth would you be expected at that time of night? Let him think what he wanted. “I’ll leave you too it then.” Nodding farewell and thanks for the cigarettes and ‘fine’ talk, the human was on his way back around the corner – heading for the elevator on the far side, as arthritis was probably playing up against him at his age. Leaving the youthful vampire alone thankfully and in silence once again.

Nathaniel reached up to absently rub at the old scars littered across his throat-line, hidden underneath the high necked blue sweater, while he patiently waited. It did not take long for the scent to develop stronger, and his own to likewise become more solid and apparent that he had not left this spot at the motel recently. But he remained in place until the distant but familiar flash of wavy brown hair caught his attention, probably being the girl from the café that was not too far away - even if this was called the edge of town (on this side at least; city growth had primarily headed the other direction(s) more apparently).

If he could see what he suspected to be her, and smell her; she could do the same likewise, and likely in greater detail in the sight aspect with the dusk-to-dawn spotlights glaring down above him and in front of his hotel room. It was then he turned, beeping the flimsy paper card to emit entry, Nathaniel disappeared into his room – but left the door open, and waiting. It would be best to have a talk indoors he figured in a town with werewolf packs running amok, it was only polite to offer.



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All the lights had been flicked on, and emitted a warm, soft glow - not as quite as nice as sunlight, so long ago, but it did well enough and better than talking to someone in the dark (how weird). "Good Evening...?" Nathaniel began lightly, inquisitively cautious but oozing genuine politeness. It'd been a certain stretch of time since he'd actually asked to settle with a coven, and not for his 'revenant' duties they sometimes sought him about for, but he knew or could suspect what she would be asking or wanting to know before going to their Coven Leader with the information gained - however, it was more proper to wait for questions to be asked first, before you 'blabbered' without given reason. He'd sat himself down in one of the two office chairs they'd somehow managed to squeeze into the room with a full or queen bed, and small offset that held the bathroom, closest, and generic coffee maker, leaving the other open, available, and at a fair enough distance from him if she even felt at ease enough in the presence of a loner and wanted to even sit at all.

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"Walking and talking sounds good to me," he replied, looking at her. "Though I've gotta ask: what do you need from the herb shop?" She smiled, relieved that she wouldn't have to deal with an over populated house. "Herbs" She said with a smirk, she knew he wanted specifics but it was hard for her to explain what she'd need them for without giving herself up. She'd never had to explain it before and it was the only thing she wasn't prepared for. It couldn't be such a bad thing since there was a shop dedicated just for herbs in town. She saw Gerald jump a little as the Sheriff appeared in front of him and she couldn't help but smile.

"Everything is great! We were just headed to the herb shop. She chimed in linking her arm with Gerald's. "I'm glad to see you both are smart enough not to travel alone." Vivian nodded "Of course not, but Gerald was out alone before we met up here. Don't worry though, I thought him a lesson." She said with a smirk. She declined the offer of fries, she wasn't much for fried foods.




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Before she'd even finished she saw Willow enter the room followed by Markus. How she didn't sense them come in was beyond her. "Sacrifice the few to save the many, eh Lill?" Lilly growled and stood out of her seat. "Since when has it been a good idea to split up?... Haven't you seen any horror film... Ever?" Inside she wanted to attack but her mind knew that wouldn't be at all smart. It would start a useless battle, not to mention Willow was hundreds of years older then the rest of them. "Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood." Roman spoke up before Lillian could open her mouth to defend her plans.

Willow proceeded to touch Roman's hair, playing with it. "By all means... Don't listen to me. After all, what could I possibly know?" She glanced at Roman, who didn't seem to happy either. "All I know is... When I plan to do more than scouting, I would never risk my pack by splitting them up. A unit is more powerful than a pair. You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian... If not, you'd be the only Alpha." Obviously that was more than Roman could handle silently before he stood "You should take your own advice then"

Finally Markus spoke, “Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?” Lillian turned to him "Roman! Sit down", She said without looking away from the pair "I suggest you and your so-called Alpha leave our territory. A true, respectable Alpha would never barge into another Alpha's territory without permission and especially not try and provoke a fight." She growled at Willow. She'd had enough of this bitch provoking her and making her question her own actions. She'd crossed their territory more times than Lillian could count.




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“And vampires shouldn’t be anywhere at all.” Julie gave her a fake hurt look but smirked "Too bad." Lucky for the wolf Julie hadn't planned past pinning her. Within the next few seconds the girl was out of her grasp and was running in the opposite direction. Julie had never actually seen a werewolf transform from human to wolf. She had to admit it was pretty impressive. She didn't have the energy to chase her down and kill her. It was time to find a new target, maybe she'd stop by the diner.

She began walking towards the diner slowly. Everyone she past on the street seemed to be paired with someone else. Not that she minded a two course meal it was just too much of a job for her at the moment. She'd have to kill the first quickly then chase down the second. Not to mention finding a discrete place to feed. [i]This day is getting more and more annoying by the second.[i] When she got to the diner she tried to open the door but it was locked. "Damn it! She said out loud. Lucky for her someone heard her, "Yea, she closed up about five minutes before you got here. I was coming up to get something to eat too but I saw her lock the door." Julie turned and smiled at the man "Late night snack?" she asked The man nodded "Yea, you wouldn't happen to know another place would ya?" Julie smiled "Sure I do, and I know a short cut." She replied walking down the street a few more feet before turning down an alley.

There was no way this guy was from around here. He'd know that this was the only diner that opened later than other restaurants. She lead him down the alley, far enough so they wouldn't be seen by anyone on the street but close enough for her to make a quick exit. Five minutes later she felt refreshed. She walked out of the alley and down the street whipping extra blood off of her face. It takes awhile for a vampire to learn how not to make a mess on themselves while feeding but for Julia it was easy.

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"Well, you're the second person to give me a minor heart attack in the past few minutes, but I'll be ok." Gerald replied as Shane joined the pair. She laughed softly, returning his smile while using her free hand to pat on his shoulder. "Sorry... Didn't realize you were so easy to scare." Vivian caught the Sheriff's attention next as she spoke, linking arms with Gerald. "Everything is great! We were just headed to the herb shop." Shane's smile grew. She appreciated those in town who didn't think she was crazy or run in the other direction when she approached. "You'll have to let me know how it is. I've been meaning to stop by and see if they have insence or anything but... Cop duties." She shrugged her shoulders while laughing softly.

"Of course not, but Gerald was out alone before we met up here. Don't worry though, I thought him a lesson." Shane couldn't help but laugh at Vivian's response to her comment about them traveling the town together. She simply rolled her eyes. She knew Gerald knew better, but at least he got Viv to meet up with him. Shane snorted slightly when he took a handful of fries. "Thanks Sheriff" Gerald said followed by Viv politely declining. "I don't blame you... It's horrible for you. But I never have time to actually get a decent meal in a town like this."

With that Shane lightly patted Vivian's shoulder and nodded her head towards Gerald. "Have fun herb shopping. Stay safe and you have my number if you need me." She never wanted to intrude on someone's plans or anything. So she took her leave before making it awkward with her presence. It was always hard being Sheriff because most people walked on eggshells around her. They were always either freaked by her strange beliefs about the town or worried she'd arrest them at the drop of a hat. Sheriff was no doubt a lonely job, but someone had to do it.




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"Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood." How rude. Willow thought to herself. It was one thing for someone to threaten her. She didn't care about threats on her own life but gearing it towards her pack and especially her Beta made her skin crawl. To the best of her knowledge Roman and Markus were friends. But that was definitely not a way to treat someone you call a friend. The words caused her to snap her hand away from the wolf, but left her gaze strong and intent on the pup.

Roman quickly shot up from his seat after her second comment.
"You should take your own advice then." Will quickly jumped to her feet, meeting Roman's gaze as she whispered beneath a growl. “You’re lucky I respect my Beta…. Because if not, I’d be wiping your entrails from the underside of my boots.” She loved how simple observations seemed to turn to threatening gestures from the other side. Typical. “Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?”

Lillian finally got her chance to speak, starting it off by yelling at her inferior pup and telling him to sit down, before turning her attention towards Will. "I suggest you and your so-called Alpha leave our territory. A true, respectable Alpha would never barge into another Alpha's territory without permission and especially not try and provoke a fight." Willow put up her hands innocently. "If I wanted a fight... I would have came with more back up." She then dropped her hands before taking a step towards Lill. "And you know damn well that this isn't your territory. We share Cherry Blossom... Or did you forget that?"

Willow took a step back as she realized the comment about being a 'respectable alpha.' She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth before biting on her bottom lip and nodding her head. "Maybe I'm not a respectable Alpha..." She said in a quiet, yet serious tone. "You all think I'm a bitch... But at least I'm not uptight, and I do not dictate over my pack." Will shrugged her shoulders as she walked back over towards Markus.

Pivoting on her heels she decided to leave on a final note.
"There will come a day Lill... Where you'll need our help. With us divided more of them will come, and you know I'm right." Will pointed at Lillian as she spoke. "Hate me all you want because in the end it's going to hurt you not me." Willow was the oldest wolf there, and she knew Lillian knew she was speaking truth. Sure, Will went there to ruffle feathers but there are more motives than just pissing off the other Alpha. And the advice she gave she meant whole heartedly.

With that Willow walked around her Beta and towards the door. She held it open for Markus as she walked through. "Don't come crying to me Lillian when half of your pack is dead because you didn't take my advice." Will didn't wait to see if Markus was following because if she knew he would be. After awhile of walking in silence, she slowed her pace so that she was in tune with him and looked towards him. "Who would have thought the day would come where they'd be the one throwing out the threats?" She then chuckled, shrugging her shoulders innocently. "Ok well threatening first... I simply gave advice and then all hell broke loose." She rolled her eyes. If there was ever a doubt in her mind why she left that pack, that instance right there was more than enough to reassure her.

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Katherine "Rin" Jiang Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus
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Elisabeth walked at a steady pace, so as not to seem in a hurry to get anywhere. Besides, there really was no hurry. She suspected she would come across the new vampire in due time, whether it be tonight or tomorrow. It wasn't very hard to find someone in Cherry Blossom, especially when they weren't trying to hide. His trail wasn't clear at first, but as she meandered around the streets she picked up on it. She continued along, his scent beginning to grow stronger as she approached the hotel.

She lifted her gaze from the sidewalks to the hotel as she continued down the street. The bright lights surrounded it, helping her to catch sight of the vampire and a human. She doubted either could see her given the glare of the lights. Likewise, she wouldn't have been able to see them had it not been for the lights. Her pace quickened to a brisk walk, so as to allow the other vampire to prepare himself and the human to leave. As she guessed, the human removed himself from the conversation the two appeared to be having. The vampire stayed put.

Elisabeth could now see him clearly as she approached. He looked young, about twenty or so should he be alive. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of having a member of the coven closer to her age. Rin had been 21 when she was turned, but the two years made all the difference. She could legally drink and was fully considered to be an adult. Elisabeth would never reach that age.

The other vampire left his post by the railing, entering his room. Elisabeth suspected that she was finally close enough for him to have seen her. She continued, glancing around. There were no humans in sight. The young vampire finally reached the hotel. She gingerly climbed the stairs, not wanting them to made any loud noises. Once at the top, she found an open door into Nathaniel's room. She tried to mentally prepare herself for whatever the conversation might hold. This was the first time she'd encountered a lone vampire since her time at Cherry Blossom. There had been a few others who'd joined in the past few years, but it was never her who went to meet them as they preferred staying in the woods until they knew they had the full protection of the coven. Then they would feel free to go into the town.

Come what may, Elisabeth thought as she entered the room. All of the lights were on, as if to welcome her. The room seemed overcrowded with furniture, however the functional bed and chairs were a welcome sight in comparison to her own home. Nathaniel sat in one of two offices chairs, the other a good distance away from him. "Good Evening...?" he greeted her. She noted his tone of voice. He was likely cautious of her, given that he was on the turf of a coven he didn't belong to. But at the same time he was genuinely welcoming her to the room.

"Good evening," she said in response as she took a seat in the other office chair. She quickly examined him. He seemed well mannered-- the opposite of Arthur. A soft smile crossed her lips as she began speaking. She had no ill will towards the other vampire and she wanted him to know that. She was merely curious as to he was and what he was doing in Cherry Blossom. "My name is Elisabeth. I'm part of Arthur's coven as I'm sure you have surmised." She paused wondering how to go about asking why he was here. "May I ask what has brought you to Cherry Blossom?" Despite wanting to be polite, she felt that her question still came off as being too direct. However, she was curious and was not in the mood for small talk.




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Location: Town
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Gerald cringed a bit as Vivian mentioned that he had been walking alone. He really didn't want to hear a lecture from Sheriff Dawson about why he should walk with someone else. Thankfully, she didn't give him that lecture, opting to talk about the herb shop with Vivian. He really had no interest in herbs (unless they were on his food), but he would still accompany Vivian nonetheless.

He felt a bit bad for having eaten so many fries, but he was hungry for something other than theater popcorn. The Sheriff bi them good luck with herb shopping, reminding them that they had her number should they get into any trouble. Gerald didn't see how the two could possibly get into trouble while going to the herb shop. "Have a good night Sheriff!" he called after her.

Gerald looked back at his friend. "So, to the herb shop then? You'll have to lead the way, I have no idea where we're going," he admitted. He trusted that Vivian knew where she was going. Worst case scenario they use Google Maps or something to find it.




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Interacting With: Lillian Smith, Serena Roberge,
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“You’re lucky I respect my Beta…. Because if not, I’d be wiping your entrails from the underside of my boots,” Willow commented. Roman snarled in response, but made no attempt to move toward or away from her. He'd probably lose in a fight against Willow, but he'd fight till the very end.

“Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?” Markus commented. Roman felt that this was directed towards him, but he had to admit his childhood friend was right. There was no sense in violence at the moment, though he never minded a good fight. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Roman! Sit down" Lillian commanded him shortly after Markus spoke. He rolled his eyes. Though he really didn't want to sit next to the Royal Bitch, there were no other chairs. He could sit on the ground, but he'd only look like a moody child put into time out then. Alternatively he could sit on the table, but that didn't seem like a very good option. He sat back down his chair, rolling it out of Willow's reach so that she wouldn't start touching him again.

He sat quietly as Lillian told Willow to leave. Willow in response had quite a few remarks about both of the packs and their respective alphas. Oh, pack politics. He never like them, but the pack needed a hierarchy lest they have an anarchy. Roman was somewhat surprised the coven had a hierarchy given that Arthur was the leader. He continued to stay quiet as Willow spoke, though he would love to throw in his thoughts. However, he felt that Lillian could handle herself well enough and that any more words or actions from Roman would lead her to take her anger out on him.

After Willow and Markus left, Roman looked at his friend. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. He had enough sense to know there was truth in Willow's words, especially about the threat to both packs regarding the vampires. Perhaps someday they would team up to take out the coven, but today was not that day. He leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. This night was not going well for him.

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"Roman! Sit down,” Lillian finally snapped, and for a moment Markus felt her gaze focus sharply on both Willow and Roman (and by extension himself, further back) – he returned the look in unblinking challenge, but noted out of the corner of his eyes, his friend rolling his eyes but obliging his Alpha’s command to sit back down in his chair, but wisely scooting further away from Willow’s reach.

"I suggest you and your so-called Alpha leave our territory,” A warning growl rumbled deep within Markus’ chest at Lillian’s comment, though no snarl graced his frowned lips yet. An Alpha of Alpha-bloodlines, while Willow was hardly perfect (except in being a pain in the ass, he could – and would willingly – attest to that), was still far better than an inferior runt, that had to fight for any position in the pack – let alone the elders that had gone to her pack, choosing her for the Alpha position out of all those eligible, seemed rather silly, if not sad. Thank you very much.

Lillian continued, in a growl echoing his own, turning her full attention to Willow – telling them to leave (as if they had planned on staying anyway?). Willow in response had her remarks in turn sharp, well organized, and subtly pointed in the way she dished them out as well. Certainty the plan was working brilliantly to undermine Lillian in front of her own pack’s hierarchy, ruffling feathers and raising hackles galore; but the advice Will was giving out was genuine, whether or not the younger female took note of it and saved wolf lives – fei.

It wasn’t long before the conversation winded to an abrupt halt, as Willow made her exit around Markus into the entry hall and towards the door, and only then did he move off the wall, with his watchful eyes flick away from Lillian and Serena, and dutifully followed. Taking good care to make sure the door slammed shut tight, and loud, on his way out.

After some stretch of silence, Willow broke it first as she slowed her commanding pace and due back beside him, "Who would have thought the day would come where they'd be the one throwing out the threats?” Markus snorted in mild laughter at her chuckled comments and the ‘innocent’ shoulder shrugging, and responded in drawling exaggeration in turn, “Uh-huh, and you’re sure it isn’t your sparkling reputation with the male population being a little topsy-turvy?” He finished, rolling his eyes. She’d certainly turned over a new leaf, between her encounter with her ‘Phantom’ to Roman.

“Ok well threatening first... I simply gave advice and then all hell broke loose." Markus looked thoughtful at that, and his next words, answers and responses, were honest without joking, as he continued, “We’re getting somewhere, I suppose. Or they’re getting smart enough to buff threats back at simple feather ruffling?” He paused, snorting. Right. We’re they getting smarter, or was it just Willow’s topsy-turvy sparkling reputation with the boy’s? Huh? “Eventually, Lillian will crack under the pressure and make a mistake – wolves may be unfortunately lost, or we may gain a few to our ranks once they see the reason too… Either way, we still crashed the party fashionably late, and have ruined the rest of the night (if not frazzling their Alpha). Not awful time spent…”

Even though the pack house was out located in the woods, away from the town to keep away from humans readily finding it, it didn’t take long to get back to town either (when you knew the right path to take). But on the streets of Cherry Blossom, far too close to the house party – still going strong, with its obscenely loud music – Markus froze, reaching out his hand to grasp Willow’s elbow in a gentle but solid grip, more as an attention-grabber than of protectiveness, as he rolled his forward momentum to a stop. The already disgustingly fresh scent of a bloodsucker passing by was obvious enough, but more alarmingly one of their own pack – Lisa’s scent – was intertwined within a brief encounter.

Dammit Lisa. He remembered specifically not telling her anything about going after the vampire, even if it was an annoying predicament to just ‘let one go’. She had no proper back-up, hadn’t had to ever encounter one on her own, and hell bell’s it was dangerous period. Markus teeth clicked in annoyance, as he glanced down to Willow and released his grip (assuming she’d had a chance for herself, to recognize the scents and situation at hand) - his eyes frustratedly worried, even though well hidden by his general exasperation with the world.

“We’ll need to go find her, and make sure she didn’t get injured.” Markus stated, reasonably. After that? It was up to Will, but he wouldn’t mind some much needed hunting to be fitted in before the night grew late – especially if the bloodsucker had managed to hurt Lisa, even if she had been being an idiot.

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“Good evening.” Came the female’s response, as she took the seat in the other office chair, and Nathaniel took the time to observe her further in like-minded interest while she gathered her own thoughts and the questions to ask him. She wasn’t much older than him physically he could readily tell, between the ages of 18-20 he could only assume. Her immortal age, however, was much harder to gauge – especially when every young monster eventually got to the point of having old souls reflected in their eyes, period. Otherwise she seemed to be a calm, cool-headed, and collected individual, quite unlike the stories he’d heard thus far on the road about her coven leader

“My name is Elisabeth. I’m part of Arthur’s coven as I’m sure you have surmised… May I ask what has brought you to Cherry Blossom?”

Nathaniel blinked. The soft smile had already been disarming in itself, even if it was only meant as a kind if curious gesture he noted. Like that quote that could explain it so well, oh – Most species bare their teeth as a threat, a display of aggression, of leadership. It is a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat. I want you to remember this the next time I smile. Or something of that sort? Either way, super naturals weren’t much different in that regards, even a flat-toothed grin could hold another meaning (not that that he figured this meeting would go sour in such a way, but cautious thoughts always got the better of him in new locations and on different turf – you couldn’t quite blame him either about it).

But now, the lack of small talk and jumping straight to the point without beating about the bush, was another amusing turn of hand. Well, he could have even called it a blessing, after far too many other times joining in covens and their lengthy processes. Huh, how refreshing.

Nathaniel smiled gently, and with the echo of laughter on his breath, he mused in response, “If I’m allowed to be so frank, it is a pleasure, Elisabeth, and my name is Searus, Nathaniel.” He paused briefly then, looking thoughtful momentarily for a response to her next statement. It didn’t take long to create a short answer, for a long story of having seen action against werewolves and witches at one point or another in his lifetime, but having probably killed more of his own kind that had broken the codes than he’d ever cared to admit. “I’m here in Cherry Blossom looking to join Arthur’s coven. One that I hope won’t be needing or looking to use my Revenant abilities anytime soon.” It was the honest, if ugly truth. Nathaniel had grown tired of hurting, and perhaps a coven with one so ‘wild’ as Arthur leading them would hide him from having other covens come asking for him to finish up their dirty work for a time. He could hope anyway?

Nathaniel continued, smile still intact though the brief surge of amusement had faded, “I already have acquired a job as a Junior Medical Staff at the small Hospital here in Cherry Blossom, and these accommodations have already been paid out for this week. Thus, as the codes permit, I will not poach and will leave if that is ultimately Arthur’s or his seconds’ decision(s).” They were simple statements, that were by in large sweet, to the point, and naked without the small talk ‘hiding’ them per say; but they were better said than not, he figured, as he was expanding slightly without being asked from her original, partially blunt-ended question. “Is there anything else you’d want to know?”

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Lilly was getting sick of Willow, more times then not she was just being a bitch but this time Lillian knew she was right. They wouldn't get rid of the vamps for good unless they were a whole pack again. However that wouldn't happen, that would only start another fight over the Alpha position. Willow was much older than most wolves, being a former elder and all was her advantage. Lilly had worked hard to be Alpha, to earn respect and she'd be damned if she would live under an Alpha who relentlessly reminded her of the fact that she was a runt and undermined her.

She tossed her chair into the wall closest to her "She constantly does this to me. Throwing salt on wounds I thought I closed a long time ago, She yelled referring to her being a runt. It was hard for her even now to control her pack, which was why she dictated so much over her pack. She was strict to form respect for her. "Roman, you are in charge. Do not go on the hunt without me. I'm going for a run. She said and walked out the room before anything else could be said.

Once outside she took off shifting as she went. Running was one of the only things that could calm her down and help clear her head. The wind in her fur felt so freeing from her worries, sometimes she wished she could stay a wolf forever but her pack needed her.





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"Goodnight Sheriff! Vivian smiled and waved. The sheriff was great at her job but in this town she was in over her head. Human vs vampire wasn't a fair match and everyone knew it. [color=]"So, to the herb shop then? You'll have to lead the way, I have no idea where we're going,"[/color] She smiled at him and nodded, she'd almost forgot where they were going. [colro=357A61]"I'll lead the way.[[/color] She joked and began walking down the sidewalk. She'd been in the herb shop so many times Meredith probably knows what she would need without asking.







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It was time to go home, dog smell was beginning to fill the streets and it wasn't safe. Not to mention she'd been out for way to long. The wolves had to have sensed her and may have been on the hunt by now. At least she was able to get herself fed before the night was over, which made her wonder how others in the coven had done in their hunt. Most of the other's brought the humans back to the main house for the rest of the coven who were unsuccessful but Julia didn't much care. If you can't hunt for yourself tough shit, it was the same for her as well. If she couldn't hunt for herself she just wouldn't eat until she was successful.

Her apartment was outside town lines, where the wolves couldn't get to them. She would like to live in town but they would have to wait until the wolves killed each other off. It took a while to get back home but she made it. She shut her curtains, uncertain as to why she'd opened them int he first place and jumped right into bed.

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"We should split up. Serena, you should take half of our scouts and fighters and I will take the other half. Roman you'll be with me. We shouldn't need too many scouters or hunters, just enough for each group to be able to fight one or two vamps. Also if one group get's ambushed the other will have wolves who aren't injured." While Lillian was still talking Serena’s eyes were drawn to the door as it was kicked open by Willow and shut again by Markus. Serena, truthfully, had nothing personally against Willow. When Serena had first moved in with Willow and her father Willow had tried to befriend Serena but, due to her volatile state, it ended quite badly. Ever since Willow had seen Serena as an enemy. The time that Serena spent with Willow’s father definatly didn’t help the situation, nor did Lillian and Serena’s friendship but the thing that nailed the coffin shut was the beta choosing Serena to be his Delta rather than Willow. Either way somehow a rivalry had started between the two that Serena hadn’t even been aware of until the pack split.

"Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood." With Roman’s outburst Serena’s attention snapped back to the current conversation. With a frown Serena sat up and shook her head a bit, fully realizing that spacing out wasn’t like her. Serena let her gaze move to Markus, her eyes narrowing when their gazes briefly met. Markus and Serena didn’t have much of a relationship as far as she was concerned but he would be her competition for beta if the two packs ever combined and being Beta had been the only goal in her life since her recovery. “You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian... If not, you'd be the only Alpha.” Serena’s eyes drifted over to Willow at her statement, her eyes staying on the other girl even as Roman sprung up from his chair. "You should take your own advice then.” Serena chuckled a bit at Roman’s outburst, especially when Willow’s expression turned sour and she jumped up. “You’re lucky I respect my Beta…. Because if not, I’d be wiping your entrails from the underside of my boots.” At the comment Serena’s smirk was gone. While she and Roman had issues he was a part of the pack and threats were something Serena had never taken lightly.

“Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?” Serena looked over to Lillian to see her reaction on the situation just as her Alpha snapped at Roman. "Roman! Sit down! I suggest you and your so-called Alpha leave our territory. A true, respectable Alpha would never barge into another Alpha's territory without permission and especially not try and provoke a fight." At Willow’s innocent act Serena focused back on the girl, rolling her eyes. "If I wanted a fight... I would have came with more back up." As Willow took a step towards Lillian Serena’s eye went from uncaring to ice cold and she tensed, ready to move in an instant. "And you know damn well that this isn't your territory. We share Cherry Blossom... Or did you forget that?" As Willow stepped back Serena finally spoke. “You know as well as I do that she meant our pack’s base, not Cherry Blossom. The town belongs to both packs but our bases are our own territory. If we barged into your home then you would be just as annoyed.”

"Maybe I'm not a respectable Alpha… You all think I'm a bitch... But at least I'm not uptight, and I do not dictate over my pack." Willow shrugged and walked back towards Markus and Serena relaxed back into her seat. Now that the Willow had backed off Serena knew she would only say her little speech and leave so Serena zoned it out. Moving her gaze to watch Roman and Markus Serena noted the tension in both of them and also Roman’s hesitance to speak. Once they were gone Serena didn’t even need to look over to know that the crash was Lillian’s chair. "She constantly does this to me. Throwing salt on wounds I thought I closed a long time ago” Serena looked over at the chair with narrowed eyes. “God Dammit Lily, Another Chair?!” "Roman, you are in charge. Do not go on the hunt without me. I'm going for a run.” Serena looked over at Lillian as she walked out of the room before looking at Roman, her hand slipping into her pocket to rest on the envelope, causing her to flinch and look away from Roman. “I can’t deal with any shit from you right now Roman. I’ll be upstairs, call me when Lillian gets back.” With that Serena quickly escaped to what had been her bedroom and locked herself inside.

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Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Brooklyn Simmons Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Katherine "Rin" Jiang Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi
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Events for the next two days

Arthur met with Nathaniel and after a couple of hours of getting to know the youngster (history and all) he was accepted into the Coven. He isn't too sure what the boy's position will be but he will be assigned it soon.
Arthur senses witches in town and has given Elisabeth the job of finding them, with the help of Julia if needed.

Lillian's pack went on their hunt and as Willow had said some of her hunter's were hurt. Thankfully no one was bitten. Lillian is contemplating what Willow said about the two packs having to join together again to rid the town of vampires however she refuses to take orders from Willow.

Vivian and the coven grow stronger without realizing they were being sensed by Arthur. Vivian knows something big is about to happen but isn't sure what, sh'e afraid she must reveal the coven to the wolves sooner than expected.

Four bodies have been found in ally ways, three female and one male. All look as if they've been attacked by animals but they are drained of blood. Religious people think demons. Police think animals. Everyone else think there may be a cult forming.

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{ Location: His Home || Interacting With: Willow, Meredith, Olivar , Lisa || Mentioned: N/A }


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**EDIT 4/2/2016**
OOC: || I have not had the chance to sit down the last couple days, and finish Markus' post up. Hopefully I will have a chance to get something up by Sunday evening at the latest, but in the mean time - long story short:
- FYI Pack 2... Because they don't exactly have an official pack house, and Willow's apartment cannot cram everyone in there; they're meeting up for a hunt at Markus' home/yard as a "staging grounds".
- This will be just a quick post of what they're deciding on, planning etc, before they head on out.
- Just thought I'd put this up, in case anyone wants to respond and was waiting on my sorry bum to finish up; but now you can do something at least, and if Markus' post here ends up being more vague to accommodate - that's a'okay with me!


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{ Location: Katherine's Guest House, Hospital || Interacting With: No one, yet~ || Mentioned: Katherine, Arthur }


Sunset was a time where the shadows stretched longer as day waned to dusk, and the heavy clouds were streaked with red, yellow, and purple, of fading light. This sunset in this place wasn't particularly different than any other, than he had watched with an old, patient weariness, as he waited for night to fall so that all the things that went bump in the night could come out to play; but Nathaniel took the fleeting moments to note this one all the same, as after-all it was still a new experience, town, coven and members, etc, and the bitterness sunsets (or sunrises too) had stuck better in his finicky memory.

Humming softly to himself, Nathaniel turned away from the shaded window's view to glance at the authentic (if only for the familiarity of audible ticks and tocks he thought, but Katherine - the Arthur's second in command - had been insistent he'd gathered in keeping it the same way she had before) clock's time thoughtfully. Almost 8:40pm, with sunset well on it's way, it was time to get ready to head out for his mortal job at the hospital. He paused on the way out of the kitchen by the sink to rinsed out the remainders of his warm cup of 'coffee' - though if not obvious to passerby's, it was far to red to be coffee - and set it out to try, keeping true to the rules he'd been given in the days past for being allowed to bunk (instead of staying within the town limits, at the hotel, surrounded by wolves - which he was grateful of the offer).

It wasn't long until he was ready and deemed it safe to move outside to his motorcycle, finding the weather still pungently warm with humidity, but with a chill coming on the air that either spoke of a coming cold-spell or rain perhaps (or maybe the weather in Virgina loved to be dramatic). A coughing roar echoed the keys being turned in the ignition, before gracefully falling into a gentle purr as the engine warmed and ran. He waited a moment, before sliding the helmet on his head, kicking up the kickstand, and rumbled the bike to a slow even start over the leafy, dirt-drive unto the main neighborhood road, and headed into town, towards the small hospital.

Nathaniel well knew he was far to early for his night shift to begin, even if it was only between 30 minuets to an hour at most, but it didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy surprising the Humans with such a youthful character that was willing to do so. And even, as he sat down at one of the empty nurse stations, sharing glances between the patients files and familiarizing himself with their different computer system - it didn't feel the night would be getting all to busy, unless one of his kind happened to be hungry (but the four bodies in the alleys over two days, no one would be obviously hurting for more, as far as he could tell) or perhaps if an anxiety ridden religious person happened to walk through the door. He supposed, it would be nice for a slow change of pace (from the Hospitals he'd worked in times past).

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There's no rest for the wicked. Which unfortunately means there is even less rest for the Sheriff. She was always at a constant state of tired or more tired. But considering the number of police that stick around Cherry Blossom continues to dwindled, it just adds a heavier burden onto her own shoulders. More often then not, Shane hated it. Everyone walked on eggshells around her. They were either keeping their distance because they thought she was insane because of what she believed, or intimidated because she is Sheriff. Either way, it usually left her with knowing everyone but having friends?... Yeah those really didn't exist. It was no doubt a lonely life, which takes its toll.

After relatively assembling herself with her basic attire and badge following a well needed shower, Shane went back out into the town for yet another day of probably getting no where fast. She was in desperate need of coffee to keep her drooping eyelids at bay and make herself at least seem like she gets more than 4 hours of sleep a night. So she made her way to the diner that seemed to be getting a steady flow of customers. The entry bell dinged as she entered the oh too familiar restaurant. Shane nodded her head towards Lillian and Levi. She didn't really remember him, but she knew his mom well enough and assumed he'd be taking over the shop now that he was back.

Shane makes her way to the counter where her steaming hot coffee was waiting. Of course she was a regular so they always had her order ready at the same time everyday. She practically moaned while taking a sip of the euphoric liquid.
"Don't ever become a cop if you value sleep." She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just sort of stating it for the masses. Shane reached into her pocket, giving more than enough money for the coffee. "Stay golden." Shane waved the hand that held the coffee towards the diner patrons while giving her farewell and exiting the diner.

After the murders over the passing days, Shane decided she should probably pay a visit to the hospital and their morgue. She was never one for hospitals because more often then not they had a depressed stigma to them. She didn't know how doctors and nurses did it but Shane respected them.

She walked through the sliding doors. With a flash of her badge to the appropriate people, she made her way through the halls without question or being stopped. Most their knew her face and never questioned her presence. Shane rounded a corner so that she was facing the nurses stations, left hand holding her coffee as she sipped while her right thumbed through a list of evidence or lack their of from the crime scenes.
"Hey Janet, I'm going to-" Shane stopped mid sentence when she looked up and saw a new, rather young face, at the nurses station. "You're not Janet." She immediately was kicking herself over the stupid comment, of course he wasn't. Was this coffee even working? "Sorry... I'm still trying to wake up." Shane tucked her phone into her back pocket before extending her hand to him. "I'm the Sheriff Dawson, but everyone just calls me Shane... Don't think I've seen someone as young as you in this hospital." Or any for that matter. But she wasn't going to say it.




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Willow was awake before noon. That was a first in a long time. But the hunt usually made her tired, especially being an Alpha. It just puts extra weight upon your shoulders. She groaned knowing that sooner or later she'd have to get out of bed and make her way to Markus' before going on yet another hunt. But thankfully she never worried too much over a hunt because unlike her less than stellar Alpha opponent, she didn't split up her pack. That does not bode well for anyone, just watch Scooby Doo.

There rarely were "set" times for their little meetings, and being alpha, Willow could show up as fashionably late as she wanted. So instead of going right there, she decided to detour towards the diner considering she never had anything in her apartment other than beer. Sometimes she could swear she was a man in a past life with some of her lifestyle choices.

Once she was dressed, Willow headed down the stairs to the sad excuse for a parking lot behind her apartment building. Coming upon the blue tarp, she grinned. Will grasped the plastic and yanked it off of her baby, Triumph Bonneville. She grasped the handles and then flipped up the kick stand with her foot. After straddling the seat, she hooked her sunglasses on the collar of her shirt then pulled the helmet over her head. When she was ready, Will turned the key in the ignition, gave the engine a couple revs, then took off down the road.

The sound of her bike echoed off the sides of houses and buildings as she sped through the streets of Cherry Blossom. Nearing the diner, Will caught a wif of a newly made familiar scent. She smirked to herself slightly while pulling into the lot beside the old diner. As she did so she also smelled the scent of another wolf that she wasn't particularly up for crossing paths with, and another scent... That even with as much as her and Lill had their differences, she was glad other wolves were there too. With an agitated sigh, Willow gave the engine a couple revs before shutting it off. A growled rumbled in her throat as she removed her helmet and hung it on the handle bars before heading into the diner.

Willow wasn't in the mood for drama, but she was sure showing up on her rather loud motorcycle had everyone looking her way already. So with her sassy attitude, she strutted her way into the small restaurant. Will leaned upon the counter next to Levi on the opposite side of Lillian. At first she paid either of them no mind.
"Hey Luci! How's my favorite waitress doing?" Will flashed her a friendly wink, knowing that she already knew her order and would put it in for her. She decided to finally sit on the stool beside Levi, resting her back against the counter so she was facing him about as close to face to face as you can.

"How's my phantom?" Willow's voice was quiet and flowed forth from her lips like toxic velvet, it's tendrils snaking its way towards Levi. Her hand closest to him raised to brush her index finger ever so softly along his bicep. After a moment or two of enough flirtatious actions, for the time being, Will leaned her head back so that she could look over towards Lillian. "Heard some of your group got themselves hurt..." Willow was careful not to outright say pack or anything that could make the idiot humans of this town suspicious. "I take it you ignored my advice?"

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With a start Meredith sat up and looked around groggily, moments before having been sound asleep, at the interior of her shop. It only took her a few seconds to notice the tell-tale sound of Willow's bike heading away from her shop. Continuing to listen Meredith noted that Willow was headed into town. Pushing herself away from her desk Meredith let out a sigh. For the last two days she had been sneaking around to help tend to the wolves from Lillian's pack that got injured which meant she had spent a lot of time in her shop to avoid Willow, who usually avoided her shop due to how strong the smell of the herbs were. Getting up Meredith started to clean up the materials that were scattered across her workbench. Honestly from the look of the sky outside she should probably be heading over to Markus' house already but she knew that Willow would grill er as to what she had been up to. While hiding out in her shop kept Willow away it also meant alerting Willow's suspicions and Meredith truly had no idea how her alpha would feel about her actions. Of course, much like her mother, Meredith was unable to simple not act when she knew she could help the injured wolves.

Once she had finished cleaning up her desk and had shut off all the lights she left her shop, locking up on the way out. Trying her best to put off the inevitable she took the time to blow out the flames that lit the posts along the walkway to the door but all to soon the task was finished and she started off with a sigh.
Cherry Blossom being such a small town it took Meredith less than twenty minutes to walk to Markus' home. Without hesitation Meredith walked in the front door, a habit she had picked up from James, calling out to Markus on her way to the kitchen. "Hey, how long till Willow gets here?" As she opened the fridge she heard James walk in behind her and laugh. "That depends, how long have you been avoiding her?"

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Olivar Furen
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With the hunt being scheduled at no set-time, but the general agreement of getting there right around the settling of dusk to dark, Markus and his parents had accepted wolves into their home in varying waves over the hours since he’d arrived home after 4pm (without a nap that lasted more than a quick few minutes, or a shower since that morning as the flecks of purple and green finger/hand-printed paint gracing his arms today noted) – depending on when school let out, or their means of employment’s letting out...

The trio had finally had a break that only occurred with the later stragglers filling in (including their missing Alpha, Markus could only hope), his elderly mother disappeared up the stairs to the quiet the second-floor held away from the majority of people and wolves out waiting with gentle chatter on the back porch and yard. His father stayed a moment longer, as he had eased to sit down at the dining room table, and spoke softly but intently, “Be careful.” Always. The old man nodded, evidently pleased with finishing the simple ritual that they'd started since Markus ; and his form shifted into a dark-ish (as the amount of gray and white, could not truly be called black anymore) wolf, stiffly ambling up the stairs to join his wife for the night.

A welcome distraction came as the front door opened, without a knock that would normally be seen as rude enough to get fur ruffled, but the scent that caught his attention was familiar – and her brother had been doing it long before her. Hey, how long till Willow gets here? Before Markus could answer Meredith about their blighted Alpha’s fancifulness with being fashionably late to even her own pack’s hunt, and potentially chastise her for traveling alone – James walked in, a second behind (so she hadn't been entirely alone for the majority of the trip from her shop to his home), laughing as he spoke, “That depends, how long have you been avoiding her?”

Peace, James… Markus rumbled, lightly. He already had suspicions himself of where Meredith had been lately, and avoiding Willow had been a part of it; and not doubt Willow, if she’d noted anything strange about it, would have her own opinions. But James, even as her second eldest brother, didn’t need to stir the pot up any more than it already potentially was… Your guess may be as good as mine, Meredith… This is Willow. He replied as evenly as his exasperation would allow for. She’d be the death of him one day (if not a brain aneurysm), he was more than certain.

Markus glanced to his silent, message-less phone, with a brief moment on contemplation - before unlocking it, and typing a brief (if you could call only word as such?) text to Willow: "Ready," and waiting... The pack would be ready by the time she arrived, and they could more or less get straight to the business of hunting. There would likely be little deliberation, and much less hashing out additional plans; their methods typically cut and dry - especially when you didn't split your strengths, and when every wolf knew what was expected of them.


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Nathaniel had an uneventful time coming earlier than necessary, with few files of current patients lively (and the handful dead, in the morgue) in the small hospital; and a small conversation with a nurse, Janet, having come back to find her station occupied – but eagerly helped fill him out on their computer system (simplistic, but with enough short-cuts to get around its’ faults). Janet departed not long after from being kind enough to humor him for a coffee run, and offered to grab some for him too - but he politely declined. Alone again, Nathaniel took the time to shrug off his bike-coat, folding it neatly away, making himself seemingly leaner with the scrubs and under-shirt he wore clinging to his frame (and hiding the ugly scars, except for the very tips marring the top of his throat-line). Eyeing the time thoughtfully on the monitor, figuring another 10-15 minuets before he should start his rounds. Yes, he could figure, another slow night, as he pulled out an old medical journal - figuring to pass the time, reading his own notes...

Or? Another woman rounded the corner, not Janet or a nurse he didn't know the name of but was more or less had the familiarity of a couple nights' work, but the badge at the hip and leather jacket told him quickly enough who she was - even without Elisabeth's warnings to keep an eye on the Sheriff, a human that actually had the hints of possibly believing in the supernatural world, how quaint. He watched her in thoughtful curiousness as she rounded up to the nurse station he was sitting on, sipping on her coffee and flipping through the evidence (or lack of) from the recent four deaths that had been placed on the counter by Janet earlier after he himself had finished perusing them, silent and not noticing his presence right away. Hey Janet, I’m going to-- You’re not Janet… Sorry… I’m still trying to wake up. At her extended hand, he disentangled his own from the journal he’d been pursuing moments before, before grasping it a firm but friendly shake – offering a small, genuinely polite smile.

No worries, I understand. Janet just went to the kitchen to grab a cup or two of liquid luck for herself, and luck as in if it happened to work properly enough to get one through a night shift with a large dose of wake-me-up caffeine. Nathaniel wasn’t much of a believer in coffee much before he’d turned, and hot tea had been the way to go for him; but now, regardless, either item had to have a certain additive placed in, otherwise he was secretly loathe to drink them both now. He could easily fake eating unnecessary food any day, but liquids it never felt right to stomach without blood mixed in for whatever reason. I’m the Sheriff Dawson, but everyone just calls me Shane… Don’t think I’ve seen someone as young as you in this hospital. A pleasure, Shane, I-… “Oh, don’t listen to ‘Siri’ here, Shane. He’s found where the fountain of youth is, drank some of the water, and won’t tell anyone else the location!” Exclaimed with chuckling laughter, not Janet, but some excitable nurse that he had yet to actually learn the name of, but figured this might have been the one of the Humans Elisabeth had mentioned from her Scouting duties that worked at the Hospital that was a family-less, loner, and a perfect meal probably. Even if the likelihood he was ever interested in feeding off the young woman, he might just half to kill her on the principle of annoyance – and really, who interrupted the middle of a conversation with a Doctor and Sheriff?

Once she stopped giggling over her own ‘joke’, possibly in part to his even but expectant look Nathaniel did not doubt, she offered a why, “Could you sign the medication sheets, Dr. Warren didn’t get a chance before he left tonight, and I don’t want to start the meds too much later than eight – if that’s okay?” Typical to be working before he was supposed to start, but it kept life interesting he supposed. That’s fine, here, Nathaniel hummed, taking the clip-board from her outstretched hand. He made sort work over the necessary signatures; but took the time to peruse the latest test results (if attached) with a watchful eye, but everything was in proper levels, and most medication changes happened during the day anyway. With everything in order, he passed the clip-boards back to the nurse shortly with a dismissing nod, she left with a beaming smile - that he couldn't quite place. Humans...

"Sorry about the, distraction, I don't know if it was wise letting them know I sneak in earlier than my shift - it may create bad habits," with both the nurses and daytime doctors. Nathaniel began apologetically, but his smile breathed an air of amusement into his tone as he continued. "I'm the new Junior Medical Staff, Dr. Nathaniel J.A. Searus, but most call me William on the side I thought - but 'Siri' could be far worse, I suppose... Whether or not I've found the fountain of youth, I don't feel I am capable of answering such a question not in my area of expertise - alas I'm only a Student Doctor, it'll come to me one day perhaps." He snorted with a bemused smile, of a person that had far to often been put further down on the totem pole because of his youthful appearance. "Janet will be returning soon, but is there anything you'd like in advance?" Musing, he gestured to the folders she'd been thumbing in through as a helpful reminder. Shifting back in the chair, to flick close the journal, as the time on the computer monitor caught his eye - a few more minuets, he could humor the young sheriff for a little while more.

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Shane was pleased to know the new face was friendly and returned her friendly gesture, taking her hand and shaking it. She smiled back towards him. “No worries, I understand. Janet just went to the kitchen to grab a cup or two of liquid luck for herself.” Shane chuckled slightly, raising her coffee in silent salute before taking a sip. "Some of us need an extra boost in a town like this."

After she introduced herself, the young man tried to reply, only to be cut off. “A pleasure, Shane, I-…” Shane cocked her head towards Susan... A rather annoying and noisy nurse at the hospital. Shane always preferred Janet, she was more laid back and calm, not in everyone's business. But somedays she wasn't so lucky and had to deal with Susan. Let's just say the woman was about a subtle as a freight train and talked more than a hyena. “Oh, don’t listen to ‘Siri’ here, Shane. He’s found where the fountain of youth is, drank some of the water, and won’t tell anyone else the location!” Shane clicked her tongue before responding with a single word, "Clearly." Sure the male looked young, but this hospital wouldn't let any old yahoo in here so she wasn't all that worried about it. But she didn't want to risk saying more and get Susan going on another tangent.

Susan finally got to her point, addressing the young Doctor. “Could you sign the medication sheets, Dr. Warren didn’t get a chance before he left tonight, and I don’t want to start the meds too much later than eight – if that’s okay?” “That’s fine, here,” Shane leaned her left elbow upon the high counter before the nurses' area, her right hand holding her coffee as she sipped from it, waiting. Susan gave Shane a farewell smile which she returned with a nod of her head and raise of her coffee.

"Sorry about the, distraction, I don't know if it was wise letting them know I sneak in earlier than my shift - it may create bad habits. I'm the new Junior Medical Staff, Dr. Nathaniel J.A. Searus, but most call me William on the side I thought - but 'Siri' could be far worse, I suppose... Whether or not I've found the fountain of youth, I don't feel I am capable of answering such a question not in my area of expertise - alas I'm only a Student Doctor, it'll come to me one day perhaps." Shane chuckled, "Well age is just a number. Obviously you must know what you're doing to be here.... Maybe some nurses are jealous that you got your actor together far sooner than they did." She quirked a brow, tilting her head slightly.

"Janet will be returning soon, but is there anything you'd like in advance?" Shane leaned her right elbow onto the counter as well so that she was fully facing him. "If you're as smart as you claim to be... You already know why I am here." She smirked before holding out the file so he could see the list paperclipped to the front, a list of all the recently killed in the past couple days.





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It was written all over Levi's face that he was extremely uncomfortable with his mother and Willow sharing stories about him. Stories that he was unaware Willow knew. "S-stories?" She slid a sideways glance towards him, sending Levi a quick and sly wink. "Oh nothing too bad." Will raised her brows suggestively but he wasn't amused. "Oh stop it, I just told her that I had a handsome son that was off in school." She held up an interjecting finger, "Well... except for the baby pictures." Will turned cocked her head towards him, "You had the cutest little butt." She pursed her lips, but still somehow had that seductive smirk of hers.

Levi turned towards Willow, "You two enjoy your talks, I believe I was about to speak to Lillian about something important." The moment her name slipped from his lips Will tensed. She wasn't trying to hide it either. Her hand tightly grasped at the brown paper bag her order was in while she tried to swallow back the growl that rose up in her throat.

"Willow." That's all he said to her before giving her a short nod of the head and turning his attention towards Lillian. Will couldn't fight the growl in her throat any longer as it rumbled up through her throat and out her flared nostrils. She was probably about to do something rash... too rash as she stood up, kicking her stool backwards. But just as her lips parted to say something she heard a muffled ding come from her phone in her back pocket.

Markus: "Ready"

Willow's thumb dashed over the keyboard in a quick reply, "There in 5."

She didn't want to come off totally cold towards Luci so she managed her best smile towards her. "See you around doll." The second her face was not visible to the sweet waitress, her facade dropped to a pissed and slightly terrifying replacement. She snatched up the brown bag of food. As she walked past the pair, her shoulder bumped into Levi's while her drilling gaze shifted between the both of them.

When she reached the door, she aggressively and with a little too much power threw it open. Her stomps so forceful and rage filled that it was surprising her heels did not snap under the pressure. Will unclipped her sunglasses from the collar of her shirt, and slides them on. She then puts the food into the saddle bag on her bike before throwing her leg over the machine and flipping on the ignition. Will watched the door, and the second the pair stepped outside and Lillian tried to talk she revved the engine. Promptly following it by skidding off rather loudly and much faster that what was legally allowed in Cherry Blossom.

Will arrived at Markus' quicker than what she had promised in the text. Grabbing the food, she angrily stomped her way up to the front door. She didn't waste her time knocking on the door but instead walked right in. Willow made her way past them all and into the dinning room. Slamming the large bag of food down on the table, she reached in grabbing her burger and fries, leaving the remaining food there for them to choose from. Willow then hooked her ankle around the leg of a chair, pulling it out from under the table. She promptly plopped down on the wooden surface and kicked her feet up onto the edge of the table.

After taking a couple large bites of her burger, Willow slid her sunglasses up on top of her head. She was acting pissed and probably looked even worse. But she was allowed to get as angry as she wanted. She didn't have to look up from her food for Meredith to know she was addressing her, "Nice to see you're not dead." Taking another bite of her burger, she flashed the woman a sideways glance. There was a lot of hidden meaning sprinkled over such a simple sentence, and anyone who know Willow knew that.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange
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Location
Levi's Shop
Interacting With/Mentioned
Roman, Levi, Lillian, Rachelle(NPC), Preston(NPC)
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After sitting on the bench in the back of the shop for about three minutes Serena's nerves got to her. Getting up she started towards the other side of the room when he phone went off in her pocket. Freezing, Serena looked down at her pocket before slowly pulling it out and looking at the screen. Please please... not till I'm gone... Surprisingly the text was from Roman and Serena let out a sigh of relief. Going back to walking around the shop, though honesty what she was really doing was pacing Serena hesitated to text him back. Usually these texts came before he showed up at someone's house but occasionally he'd just appear. If that was the case then he would have found the note. Shaking her head Serena started typing. This is Roman, he would be pissed if he found that note.

To: Roman
Nah, I'm good. Why don't you ask Rachelle or Preston?

Serena looked at the text with satisfaction before putting her phone back into her pocket. While she loved her pack everyone knew those two were big talkers and therefore, the best distraction for Roman to not think about Serena for a while. Also, everyone knew they didn't exactly get along so her declining his offer to hang out wasn't that weird. Walking back across the shop Serena let out a sigh. This is going to be a nightmare... I wonder if I'll actually be able to pull it off... Just then, the door to the shop opened and closed, and Serena looked up at Levi.

At the sight of him she was flooded with emotions, ranging from anger to joy all the way back to sadness. "Serena...." At his hushed, guilty tone anger flashed through Serena and her eyes flashed blue like her wolf's. Quickly though, that blue faded as guilt and sadness crept into her own expression and she looked away. Of course, she knew that Lillian was standing right outside the shop, and therefore could hear her so she chose her words carefully. "We need to talk. I can't put this off anymore." She glanced at Lillian, who met her eyes, and then looked away. She's only going to leave if she thinks this is important... She hated lying to Lillian, lying to her Alpha, but this was necessary and a beta did what was necessary to keep her Alpha safe. "Sorry...I--I was going find you...at some point, but I--I just." Serena sighed and looked at Levi with a sad smile as he tried to act natural. This situation was anything but normal.

Of course, she had told Lillian forever ago about her crush on Levi, long before he left, and Lillian had been there for every moment after he left. The two weeks she ate little to nothing. The three months she refused to leave her room, except on the rare occasion that Lillian could convince her to go on a run. She was sure that Lillian would put two and two together, she would probably even assume that Serena had been locked up in her house the last two days because of it. "What's up?" Though she knew that she would be getting shit for the harsh statement in about two seconds, once no one else could hear them, she needed to say it. Both because of the situation and because it had been on the tip of her tongue for years, waiting for him to come back. "You left. Without saying good bye. Not even a note. I think I deserve to get some answers." Serena glanced back over at Lillian and then lowered her gaze. "Is the office still sound proofed?" She avoided calling it his dad's office, not wanting to rub salt on that particular wound.





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Markus' Home
Interacting With/Mentioned
Markus, Willow, James(NPC)

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Meredith let out a growl and snapped elongated fangs at James' hand which he had rested on her shoulder as he teased her, looking into the fridge at the same time. “Peace, James…” The male yanked his hand away and looked between Meredith and Markus, both startled and aggravated. Laughing Meredith reached up and ruffled his hair. For some reason her brother, and quite a few other males (in both packs), thought she couldn't fight just because she focused on healing. "You know what they say about getting between a wolf and it's food." Reaching back into the fridge Meredith pulled out the milk and then headed over to the cabinet, picking out a box of cereal and a grabbing a bowl. "Your guess may be as good as mine, Meredith… This is Willow.” As her brother continued to go through the fridge, gathering what looked like the stuff to make a sandwich, Meredith poured her cereal and milk into a bowl and nodded. "True, true." Meredith put the milk away before grabbing a spoon and starting in on the cereal.

As Markus pulled out his phone Meredith sat in a chair left leg folding underneath her right, eating cereal as her right leg bounced nervously. While salutary wolves had a bit of leeway when it came to these types of things Meredith didn't like it when she and Willow were fighting. She considered the Alpha to be her friend, though how Willow truly felt about her she had no idea. As she finished her cereal Willow walked into the house, dropped food on the table and then took a seat. Meredith froze, she could tell that Willow was absolutely pissed but she couldn't tell if it was because of her or if it was just getting directed towards her out of bad luck. "Nice to see you're not dead." With that comment Meredith relaxed and chuckled a bit. "Ah, which guy is it this time? Obviously he doesn't know you very well if he's got you this upset... Or maybe he knows you just well enough?" She didn't know how it was that she was so good at reading people, especially Willow, but she assumed it was because she was considerate of other people as well as always paying attention.

Either way Willow was pretty easy to read since she wore her heart on her sleeve. Glancing over at Markus Meredith smiled. 'Ed on the other hand... he's harder to read... but at least he isn't such a handful...' Chuckling Meredith went to the sink to rinse out and wash her bowl. She knew that, like always, she would be staying here to wait for the pack to come back from the hunt which meant if she didn't wash the dish now it would just be later. She had a habit of cleaning when she was bored or nervous, not that anyone minded.