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Meredith Lagrange

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a character in “Cherry Blossom's War”, as played by Lostsoulsbleed

Description

Name:
Meredith Seraphina Lagrange

Age:
24

Sexuality:
Bi-Sexual

Species:
Werewolf

Rank:
Salutary Wolf

Occupation:
Owns an Apothecary. Herbalist and Doctor

Mate:
N/A

Appearance:
Meredith was born with beautiful platinum blonde hair, just like her mother's. She is grey-eyed and she has strong features. Meredith's form is made up of toned muscles and slight curves, showing off the grace and form of a dancer. Through her older brother Meredith gained a love of tattoos and is covered in them.
Very confident of her appearance Meredith wears clothing that range from comfortable to racy depending on her mood.

Wolf:
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Personality:
{Caring, Energetic, Impulsive, Strong-Minded, Free-spirited}
Meredith is a very honest, up beat person. She is quick in decision making and also quick to act. While she has a tendency to speak before she thinks she is not the type to hurt someone's feelings on purpose. Since the death of her mother she has been slightly more withdrawn, sometimes going through fits of depression, for the most part she is still just as lively and social as she was before.

History:
Meredith grew up relatively normal for a werewolf. She was born into the pack and her mother was the salutary wolf. At a young age Meredith took interest in her mother's work and her mother taught her everything she knew as she grew older. Despite this with two older brothers Meredith was also quite rambunctious. She very much so looked up to her brothers who taught her how to fight and play sports, were overprotective of her during high school and teased her endlessly. On her 16th birthday she changed for the first time, as everyone else in her family had, and officially joined the pack. Once she turned 18 she enrolled in the community college and went for four years, furthering her knowledge and understanding of medicine. Afterwards she was supposed to go to medical school but her mother died from a vampire bite. Devastated Meredith ended up staying to take over her mother's position in the pack and to run the family Apothecary in town.
Until recently Meredith had taken solace in her pack mates and family but now with the separated packs it has put a strain on those relationships. While she and her younger older brother James chose to side with the second pack Damien, the oldest of the three siblings, chose to side with the first.

So begins...

Meredith Lagrange's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Brooklyn Simmons Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Katherine "Rin" Jiang Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi Character Portrait: Johanna Walker Character Portrait: Olivar Furen Character Portrait: Lester Lokwoul Character Portrait: Alex Cunningham
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Julie was starving, she hadn't fed in days thanks to the werewolves recently prowling the town. She was getting sick of hiding from them and depriving herself of food so she decided to go out. From what she knew there was a party that night at some house, perfect place for a meal. She put on a tight red dress that showed off plenty of leg and cleavage with her red pumps. Red lipstick and a brush through her hair and she was ready to go. Walking down the sidewalk alone in the dark wasn't a big deal to her but it was an unwritten rule of the town not to. Of course Julie could handle herself so she really didn't have to worry about anything happening unless a werewolf decided to show up.

The party wasn't too far from her apartment but it was slightly chilly making her wish she had a car or a ride. Unfortunately she could afford one, not that she really needed one but using her speed isn't a good thing in this town you never know who's watching especially at night.

Finally she arrived at the party, tons of people to choose from. Julie smiled as she walked in the door. She took a drink from the table and gulped it down before grabbing a second cup. After the second drink she wasted no time getting on the dance floor.





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Lillian had called for a meeting earlier that day, she was early. She had planned for the pack to go out scouting for vamps as they did most nights. She liked the idea of them not being able to hunt every night and being forced to go days without feeding. It meant they were actually afraid of them. She paced around the table that sat in the middle of the meeting room in their pack house. The pack house was located in the woods, away from town to keep away from the humans. If humans did find it it was usually assumed that it was a normal cabin.

She went through plans for the hunt in her head but she needed the opinions of her pack mostly her Beta, Serena. Serena was the one who kept Lilly's head on straight, she made sure Lilly didn't act just out of anger especially when it came to the other pack or anyone questioning her role as Alpha.

Being a female Alpha wasn't easy, everyone questioned your leadership and your ability as an Alpha even your own pack members. Lilly could usually handle it if it was another Alpha but her own pack members usually set her off. She remembered a time when all she wanted was to be a tracker, she had the skill but when the two packs were whole she was, and still is, considered a runt. There was no way their Alpha would have allowed a runt to be a tracker, too much of a risk. She didn't understand it until later but she was always angry that she was never acknowledged for her skills until she was considered for Alpha.




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Vivian had nothing to do tonight, she'd already done some practicing and parties weren't her thing. She made herself some tea as she tried to think of something to do. She curled up on her couch and thought [i]Maybe just a book[i] she thought and got up to search for one she hadn't already read in her house. Finally she settled with her mothers spell book she's read it multiple times but it always made her feel closer to her mother.

She didn't know her mother was a witch until after she'd died, she was sure her mother would have told her and her sisters when they got older but she died when Vivian was very young. Her sisters found out about their mother and lied to her about it when she finally found out. She left after that, she couldn't see herself forgiving them for hiding such a thing.

Characters Present

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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#, as written by Ellara
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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.

Characters Present

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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T H E - A L P H A
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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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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange
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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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange
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#, as written by Ellara
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Location: Party || Interacting with: Willow Octavia Sanders, Meredith Lagrange, Julia Sinclair, [NPC] David Lagrange

ImageLisa checked her phone again. This time she had received a reply. It was from Willow.

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.


Lisa furrowed her brow. The vampire wouldn't attack at the party, but it probably wasn't here to socialise with humans. More likely it was here to select a victim. She received another message, this time from Meredith.

Look for David. He should be there.

Lisa felt a momentary rush of relief.

She decided to look for him and moved about the party stringing Jaime along with reasons why she had to go somewhere else - bathroom break, to get a drink (non-alcoholic for the rest of the night), etc. She wanted to keep a close eye on her friend until she could keep a close eye on the vampire.

Soon, she located David. Unable to speak freely, she indicated to her phone and made sure he took his out before sending him a message:

Trying to locate vampire here. Will spy, not attack. Have my back?

With that, she started looking for the vampire. With the amount of people and the smells all mingling, she was unable to identify the vampire until she accidentally stood right next to it.

It was a woman in a red dress, looking as human as any other party-goer. Lisa swore under her breath and moved away as quickly and inconspicuously as possible. Surely it was too late though, the vampire must have sensed her at that close a distance.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Olivar Furen
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Location: Party || Interacting with: Julia Sinclair, Pack 2

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.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange
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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.

Characters Present

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: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews 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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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange
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Location
Her Shop --> Markus' Home
Interacting With
Markus, James(NPC)
Mentioned
Willow, Lillian


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?"

Characters Present

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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{ Location: His Home || Interacting With: Meredith; Pack 2 Members (NPCs) || Mentioned: Willow }



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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{ Location: Hospital || Interacting With: Shane Dawson, Hospital Staff (NPCs) || Mentioned: Elisabeth Hill }



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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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange
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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.

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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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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.

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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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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.

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"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." Nathaniel blinked seemingly incredulously at her comment, as his attention shifted from the Sheriff to the disappearing back of – Susan, her identification card supplied as she flicked it out of her scrub pocket at the distant lock-key doorway to gain entry into the hallway further past – the nosy and noisy nurse from moments before. His apparent disbelief disappeared quickly with a bemused shrug of agreement, as his thoughtful gaze returned to meet Shane’s quirked brow and tilted head.

’Smarts’ regardless of age and establishing a pecking order within the workplace, may be vastly different concepts, but I can see the merit and have examples of the jealousy certainly with some nurses. But with our dear Susan… He paused, thinking of the proper and polite words with which to continue the conversation with; even as a gentle, and rather accepting smile easing unto his maw – and well, sometimes you just had to smile at idiots (or the thought of them) and children. I expect that ‘Siri’ and the fountain of youth story, will stick with me for some time. I think I’ll just manage fine. Her body position changed to fully face him as Shane leaned on the counter top, a smirk on her lips and a challenge in her eye, Nathaniel could almost snort in amusement internally - obviously Elisabeth was not wrong, or even remotely short on the information of the young woman she’d provided. Humoring this human would not be remotely tiresome, but rather interesting he figured… If you’re as smart as you claim to be… You already know what I am here.

Now you’re just fanning my “ego”, ahh, Nathaniel leaning forward had absently reached down to grab the glasses (not that he needed them remotely, but for keeping appearances) hanging on his scrub pocket with a pen, to put them on and read the list paper-clipped to the front of the file. He frowned, making an almost pained expression, as he sat back in the chair, removing the glasses to reclip to his pocket, rubbing the bridge of his nose idly momentarily. “Just when I thought I got Jonathan’s mortician’s song about ‘Dead bodies aren’t much fun’ out of my head. Humm…” He muttered, partially to himself but the Sheriff could still catch his words readily enough; and if a ‘wince’ could come out as a voice – it would have. There has been a concession between Jonathan and myself (with the other Doctor’s looking into in, when they have the soonest opportunity) that the similar broken bones and cartilages – from the collar, to shoulders, to windpipes, etc – all those recently killed in the past couple days, suffered the trauma immediately in any sort of attack. Which was likely the cause of death(s), even before you add the whole morbid addition of bite wounds and being drained of blood on top of the situation.

As for any new evidence from such slim-pickings already… Oh, well the male has been identified finally, with DNA and his face/neck has been repaired enough to support the picture – Donny Simmons. Surprisingly, he isn’t a loner like the other three victims, and happens to have a sister in town. Ms. Brooklyn Simmons, who, Nathaniel paused, leaning forward to snag the blue post-it note that Janet had scribbled on moments after a phone-call before she left for coffee that stuck to the edge of the computer screen – presumably to tell the Sheriff immediately when she arrived, right on regular schedule, to review evidence and bodies in the morgue. Coincidentally, Janet did just talk with one of your officers’ at the department building that Ms. Simmons came in looking for you. An officer is likely giving her a ride over here now, to talk with you, and… Nathaniel dropped off, politely not needing to finish such a sentence. Visual confirmation from family members or friends was hard enough to take on as an evidence stand-point, let alone what the young lady would feel after she got there.

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Markus met James’ startled and aggravated look, with an even look of ‘I told you so’ – as Meredith chimed in, after already snapping teeth at her brother’s hand and ruffling his hair shortly after, You know what they say about getting between a wolf and it’s food. Before going back to pulling out the makings of cereal, while the other male stayed to make what looked like at a distant some sort of sandwich. True, true. Markus combined what could be a shrug and nod in one smooth motion, even as his phone trilled loudly a text alert. There in 5 Good. Willow is on her way… However, it did not take Willow’s original promise of 5 minutes to arrive at his home. Granted, coming stomping up to the door and on into the dining room to sit down in a huff that was madder than a hornet in an old Coke can – could make anyone move faster than intended, more often than not.

The tense silence, of Willow taking out her anger on the burger, was broken as she finally addressed someone – unfortunately Meredith, with enough hidden meaning dripping from such a simple sentence - without looking up for her food. Nice to see you’re not dead. Meredith seemed unfazed, with a relaxed chuckle, as she responded, 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? Markus blinked. Perhaps he was not slow, but he obviously was not as good as Merry with reading people – even Willow, who he could usually figure an annoyed explanation together with her or her actions quickly enough.

He took a deep scenting breath, immediately recognizing the scent of Willow’s newest attraction in town – her ‘Phantom’ – and… a wisp of Lillian. He silenced the growl that wanted to rumble nastily up his throat, but did not bother hiding the flash of anger in the depths of his eyes in agreement of his Alpha’s similar predicament. Markus understood exactly what would have gotten her tail in such a twist, especially with Phantom / Ghost and her crow-begotten “rival”.

His attention shifted away from imaging what sort of scenario had gone down, as Meredith glanced his way with a smile – a single brow rose in question, but she didn’t say anything further before rising to go clean up her bowl at the sink. Markus flicked back to the offered food and Willow’s beyond grumpy form on the other side of the table, with an idle snort that kept his eyes from rolling, reaching in the snag a handful of fries (as he was not one to eat much before a hunt, but polite manners of taking an offering, however small, was something he had always done) to munch on quietly.

Plan of attack? Markus began promptly, with a pointed look to his Alpha as he abruptly changed the conversation immediately to business – they could deal with whatever Meredith had been doing later, as far as he was concerned. Because a bunch of wolves hanging out in his house, back-porch/yard would start getting antsy before long, it would be best to get the hunt underway soon.

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“Now you’re just fanning my “ego”, ahh,” Nathaniel said in regards to her comment. Shane shrugged her shoulders smiling softly. She knew he had to be there for a reason. This hospital wasn't the type of place to let just any Harry or Sally in here to work without having the proper knowledge. She watched him as he put on his glasses and looking over the clip board. She thought he said something but more to himself than her so she didn't pay much mind to it.

“There has been a concession between Jonathan and myself (with the other Doctor’s looking into in, when they have the soonest opportunity) that the similar broken bones and cartilages – from the collar, to shoulders, to windpipes, etc – all those recently killed in the past couple days, suffered the trauma immediately in any sort of attack. Which was likely the cause of death(s), even before you add the whole morbid addition of bite wounds and being drained of blood on top of the situation.”

“As for any new evidence from such slim-pickings already… Oh, well the male has been identified finally, with DNA and his face/neck has been repaired enough to support the picture – Donny Simmons. Surprisingly, he isn’t a loner like the other three victims, and happens to have a sister in town. Ms. Brooklyn Simmons, who,” Shane watched and waited for him to speak again as he looked at a post it note. “Coincidentally, Janet did just talk with one of your officers’ at the department building that Ms. Simmons came in looking for you. An officer is likely giving her a ride over here now, to talk with you, and…”

Shane nodded her head, "I would like to take a look." She unclipped a one of the walkie talkies on her belt. She always tended to carry more than one incase one died or something else. "Let me know when she arrives. I'd rather address her... away from the bodies." With that she smiled towards Nathaniel, giving a friendly tap on the counter before heading towards the morgue.





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"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?" Meredith said in response to Willow's less than friendly comment. Obviously she wasn't picking up on the subtext she smothered her words in. Meaning more of a 'where the hell have you been' not 'lets uncover Willow's issues.

"No one in particular," Will lied. "They're only good for their fifth appendage, nothing more." After a long moment of munching down on her burger she added another comment. "Nice segway Meredith... Don't think I haven't noticed you absence. Because I have." Will shot the girl a stern glance before finishing her food.

Will smiled towards Markus as he took a small handful of fries. “Plan of attack?”

She was happy for the change in conversation. Will dusted her hands off on her pants and cleared her throat. "Well we all know I'm not an idiot like some people..." She shot Markus a knowing glance. "I don't want to risk us splitting up. That's not smart. Strength in numbers is always better. But I'm not sure where to start... We could simply patrol. But I was thinking if we went somewhere like a bar or club.... Natural feeding grounds. We could split up enough to where we look alone but have our eyes on each other, and our phones." She shrugged her shoulders. "Unless you all have a better idea."

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I would like to take a look. Nathaniel leaned forward and took the extended walkie-talkie from her passing reach over the counter-top, with a gentle, but firm grip. Sparring only a moment’s notice to glance down at the dials, and even over years of technological advances he was pleased to note that the common radio – while not unlike a CB-one for citizens, but was made closer to military grade models – wasn’t anything excessively fancy (sometimes, mankind could get things right – if it worked, stop trying to make it better, plain and simple). His fingers flicked across two dials with an all-to-familiarity of having used something similar before, until an answering, acknowledged beep echoed from the brother walkie-talkie still clipped unto her belt; both on a shared frequency now, that would not unnecessarily traffic normal police communications (or the hospitals, but those he was fairly certain had upgraded to the cell-phone or pagers by now). Let me know when she arrives. I’d rather address her… away from the bodies. Of course. Nathaniel readily agreed, with a small, and almost sad smile on his lips in return. He removed his badge from his coat pocket to swipe at the reader at the nurses station, opening the doorway of the hallway heading towards the morgue for the young sheriff – giving her a friendly farewell nod for the mean-time, and watched as she made her way down to disappear out of sight eventually. Humph… That was interesting.

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The nurse Janet made her return to her station with coffee in hand, and Nathaniel rose to depart – his shift now officially started, it was time to walk the floors (at least some, before he’d have to return to the morgue, the Sheriff, and the poor Brooklyn Simmons – to fill out and sign the eventual paperwork that always followed such unfortunate events as death and the like). He left the walkie-talkie in Janet’s capable hands, with the instructions to let Shane know when Brooklyn arrived; and contact him to make his way over at his soonest availability.

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Despite not technically being a part of the conversation at the original hand, between Meredith and Willow – he still well knew exactly who’s scents were clinging to his Alpha (and if he was far younger, not that he’d ever been so childish – the song ‘liar liar pants on fire’ might be accurate in this situation), and had a hunch of what their salutary wolf had been off doing. Markus kept his mouth shut, but still passed a mild warning glance towards Meredith in the kitchen... He had not entirely forgiven Willow for her earlier comment moments before regarding a generalization of men being good for nothing more than their fifth appendage, his exasperated side-glance had flickered with a sense of repressed suspicion at her smiling as he took a small handful of fries; that even her comment in response to his own and the knowing glance she shot, while he understood the full-intent, took a moment to get it’s intended rise out of him – and then a low growl of disgusted agreement rumbled deep within Markus’ chest briefly.

I don’t want to risk us splitting up. That’s not smart. Stength in numbers is always better. But I’m not sure where to start… We could simply patrol. But I was thinking if we went somewhere like a bar or club, natural feeding grounds. We could spilt up enough to where we look alone but have ours eyes on each other and our phones… Unless you all have a better idea.

Willow’s ideas of the hunt were not hardly unreasonable, but Markus liked this about this pack – even as much as the two of them butted heads with each other, she would ask and accept everyone’s opinions about how a night’s hunt would go down. With no one immediately jumping forward, he began shortly himself, My primary concern is the full moon tonight... We could focus on disrupting natural feeding grounds first, but - with bars or clubs, we do have younger members that cannot easily sneak into such places; additionally, those that don't have as much control (yet). We would be split already between those inside, separate enough to look like we're alone but within sight of one another or phones aiding. However, those outside, a mix of the young guns and some experienced I'd suggest, they would be a phones distance away if anything occurred - and possibly fluffier than intended, to crash into a bar or club." Markus offered evenly, not immediately shooting her ideas down - but offering the pros and cons in his 2 cents readily enough. Upon finishing the handful of fries, he pulled his hands back off the table, dusting them off on his jeans, before he continued. We could do it after deterring natural hunting grounds, or we just patrol - looping the town and running streets, and alleys. This had the benefits of – one, getting their scent(s) out and about, and deterring the bloodsuckers; and two, gave the wolves an opportunity to know if there was vampires already headed towards or in the town itself; and last, avoiding any furry complications into 'Human' public places. Markus shrugged, as a 'up to you' statement, keeping his eyes on Willow and waiting for her reply.

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{ Location: Leaving Studio, Town, Diner || Interacting With: Class Participants (NPCs), Vivian Greenwood || Mentioned: Gerald Andrews || #929292 }


“Alright, man, well we’ll see you next week.” “Goodbye, Thanks!” “Good luck running the joint, Adios~” Charles gave a radiant grin, shrugging as he bobbed his head friendly in farewell to the handful of his co-workers and boss that had decided that everyone would be getting the time off to go on a vacation together, to run amuck in the free time they had in the big city far outside of Cherry Blossom’s boundaries, window shopping to their hearts content, hanging around in the many hot spots that littered there, or grabbing a bite in the hundreds of restaurants and bistros dotting across the map. He’d declined on going himself on such a notion of careless frivolity, of just doing water, consequences be dammed; and had simply offered to stay behind, and take on the few more classes of various dance and yoga to cover the slack, and keep patrons happy, while everyone else was gone for the week for the unplanned, spur-of-the-moment vacation.

Really, truth be told, Charles tended to avoid such events, even when invited out or under extreme duress from his few friends. Well, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but the point remained that he was certainly more comfortable (than even some of the born locals, given recent events) keeping his own two feet on the ground in Cherry Blossom – regardless of what he well knew went bump in the night. He much preferred that predictability here, it wasn’t quite safe, but it was, most of all, home. He blew out a contented whistle through his teeth, and with a quick glance to figure that everything was put back in its place(s) for the night, ready for the following day, and all the stray water bottles had eventually found their (a) owner(s) (or the recycling can); he headed out, setting the alarm, locked the door, and went out onto the streets of Cherry Blossom.

It was not much of a walk from the studio to the diner in which his mother and Aunt worked at (though this night, they were actually both off in fact – but with a known sweet tooth, and the habit of a chocolate shake after work engrained in his mind, he was headed that direction anyway), but with the sky stretching with the colors of the sunset his footsteps weren’t unhurried per say but simply purposeful in their movement. When he finally arrived, he caught the waitress’ eye, with a small grin, Regular, please. “Sure, just a minute.” No worries.

Instead of sitting at the bar or at one of the open tables, Charles caught the familiar sight of Vivian, surprisingly that the ‘shadow’ of Gerald - all though the comparison was not entirely fair, with the other being as tall as him (and definitely taller than Vivian) with darker hair and fairer complexion; but still had promise in the other not often being two steps behind or ahead of Vivian, so technically Charlie could make such a point between the friends (not that he ever would) – wasn’t around (yet?). Hey, Vivian, Charles greeted, as he made his way over and slipped down into the booth’s other seat, with one of his common bright grins (that probably said ‘Hello’ better than words did anyhow) lighting up his face.

How’s your newest addiction going? He hummed in friendly question, not disapproving but not approving either. With a small hand flick, gesturing seemingly to the ‘new’ book she held that she was reading; but with enough hidden meaning veiled in his words, especially regarding her recent worries and fears that something big was coming to Cherry Blossom (and the possibility of revealing their coven to the wolves) – his meaning could be easily discerned.

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“My primary concern is the full moon tonight... We could focus on disrupting natural feeding grounds first, but - with bars or clubs, we do have younger members that cannot easily sneak into such places; additionally, those that don't have as much control (yet). We would be split already between those inside, separate enough to look like we're alone but within sight of one another or phones aiding. However, those outside, a mix of the young guns and some experienced I'd suggest, they would be a phones distance away if anything occurred - and possibly fluffier than intended, to crash into a bar or club. We could do it after deterring natural hunting grounds, or we just patrol - looping the town and running streets, and alleys.”

Willow listened intently while her second in command spoke about their patrolling plans for the evening. When he was finished she nodded her head with a slight smile. "I agree Markus." She took a couple sips of her drink before continuing. "First we should circle the outskirts of the town. Our scent could deter anyone contemplating on entering Cherry Blossom."

She removes her feet from the table, setting them on the ground before leaning forward on her elbows. "Because it is a fullmoon I think we do need to take some caution because the younger of our pack won't have as much control. So while do the circumference Markus and I will walk the sidewalk to get an eye of everything while the rest of the pack will stay in sync with us but just beyond the tree line. It will do you all good to let loose... Plus if you all let your wolves out you'll be able to hear anything Markus and I say even from the tree line."

Will clapped her hands together. "It'll make Markus and I look out numbered... And easy to 'be taken by surprise'. It will lure out any cocky blood suckers and then we'll have the numbers already letting their wild side loose in the woods."

She stood up, carrying her trash to the kitchen. After tossing it, Will removes her sunglasses from her head and places them back across the bridge of her nose. "Then we can worm our way through some parties. A few inside who can blend in easily and the rest stationed outside."

Willow nodded her head towards everyone then gave one last sure nod towards Markus before making her way outside sure enough that everyone else would follow. She needed to address Meredith about where she's been but Will was not in the mood. With the fullmoon cresting her emotions were even more unsteady. She had to stay as calm and reserved as possible if she was going to lead everyone through a successful patrol. Secretly she hoped they would cross paths with a vamp or two so she could release some steam.

"Alright darlings... Let's go prowl."

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Brooklyn Simmons Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi Character Portrait: Charles A. Greyson
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{ Location: Hospital || Interacting With: Brooklyn Simmons, Hospital Staff/Patients (NPCs) || Mentioned: Shane Dawson || #112865 }


The day doctors, and nurses that worked all hours, were all a small team of successful and competitive staff – rivaling the care that big-city hospitals could give, and more related to the sheer amount in differences of work-load at that; but still Nathaniel was impressed still that such a quaint facility did a fine job with the limited patients it dealt with. Three floors upstairs to walk (not including the morgue, or emergency), but one completely empty of patients at this time, went by surprisingly fast, at least by a general walk-through went. It wasn’t long after he’d finished talking with the last patient, an elderly woman with a heart condition and strong memory issues that he sat through the conversation of a time fifty years in the past in vague interests (that the nurse that journeyed with him, had walked halfway out on; he just didn’t get bored so easily anymore, he supposed, because others’ lives interestingly moved ahead while he stayed the same), when the page came from Janet that the girl, Brooklyn Simmons, had arrived…

Nathaniel made his way back down stairs, in a far to unsteady elevator than was normally deemed appropriate if comfortable for most, to the 1st floor – headed towards the morgue, where the nurse Janet directed him to the small waiting room across from the desk. As he approached the close and shuttered door, he deemed through scent as well as hearing that the sheriff had yet to make it back up from her look in the morgue before the other young woman had arrived; he opened it, gently cautious as he moved into the room, glanced down and made his way over to sit down across from the woman he assumed to be ‘Brooklyn Simmons’ just looking up from her phone after apparently sending a text.

Hello Ms. Simmons, I presume, He began, a small, sad smile gracing his lips, but no less friendly and gentle for it. I am Dr. Nathaniel J.A. Searus, however please, call me William. Nathaniel paused, offering a firm hand to shake. I’m here to answer the questions I can for you in this difficult time, but I do believe it would be best to wait a moment longer for Sheriff Dawson, Shane, to arrive as well.

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{ Location: His Home, Town Streets || Interacting With: Meredith, Willow; Pack 2 Members (NPCs) || Mentioned: N/A || #A65200 }


Markus inclined his head in wordless agreement to Willow’s plan, as she rose and made her way outside to make sure all the other wolves were ready. He slowly rose too, throwing his own trash away, before glancing over his shoulder in a passing glance to Meredith, his general exasperation with the world softening momentarily enough to let a small smile ease unto his maw, Try to stay out of anymore trouble, sister. He snorted shortly, leaving with a pointed look, before joining Willow and the others outside. Alright darlings… Let’s go prowl. He offered his right arm for her to slide her left arm under and rest her hand on his forearm, initiating movement forward, guiding them both out of yard and down the street – even as around them people shifted, and wolves snarled and buffed to one another as they turned in graceful lopes towards the woods and out of sight but on the tree-line.

It was all at once, harder and easier, being a pure wolf – than a half-bred mutt, or one that had gaps in their generations – on nights the full moon reigned high. Yes, the change came readily at the force of the moon or whenever the wolf wanted it, and wild-willful emotions could be held and remain in check with age and training. But the change was rather violent and strong, and emotions heightened abnormally to be unsteady regardless how much one fought against it. It was a constant battle between wolf and man (or woman), with an uphill advantage or challenge of always being a little more wolf than human...

Markus’ eyes originally were a dark, rich brown, most days, but tonight seemed a far lighter, honeyed impersonation of brown, of his wolfish nature lurking under the surface waiting (obviously impatiently, as far as eye colors went), as the pair of them made their way around the town’s dark streets and crooked alley ways. And a growl jumped forward to rumble his chest, before he could stifle it immediately after the disgustingly fresh scent of a bloodsucker (or two) that had passed by once and had since doubled-over their path again (a tactic more and more used to confuse those who happened to track by scent) hit his nostrils. He glanced down to Willow, with an almost hungry look in his eyes, as he spoke softly, Should we send the pack a little more forward then us, to see if they can catch an origin or heading better in the scent(s)? They already looked the part of being outnumbered on the city-streets, but there was no need to be stupid about dashing after one (or a couple) vampires immediately. Any information the pack could provide from the outside, was better than nothing at all.

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{ Location: Town, Diner || Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood, Brooklyn Simmons || Mentioned: Sienna De Lucchi || #929292 }


Not as good as I’d hoped. Can’t seem to understand it… It’s also not that easy to explain to someone else. Ahh, Charles immediately mused in response, pausing as he reached forward to idly take the book she’d just placed down up in hand – pursuing the information on the back with apparently curious interest. Once he had finished, he spoke up again, with a shrug and ‘smug’ grin sliding into place on his maw, Well, if you ever need somebody to come and eat your food, I’m there. He offered, genuinely. He was not particularly keen in getting himself (or the rest of his witchy-family) caught up in the mess the warring of three supernatural species would bring to Cherry Blossom, if something big was coming into town like Vivian odd-feelings had been worried about. He did not care for Vampires or even Werewolves much; but he did not want anyone close to him, or even himself in fact, to die in a ‘pointless war’ that their ancestor’s dead bones started so long ago, to be honest. He would try to be there, for as long as his morals would allow for…

Vivian’s phone beeped suddenly, leaving the conversation at a stand-still momentarily as she went to look at and answer the message; and Charlie’s chocolate shake finally arrived, scooted by a passing waitress’ hand. Thank you. He rubbed the back of his knuckle’s gently against the glass, controlling his magic to bring unseen warmth to his fingers – enough to warm the beverage enough so that one could actually drink it with the red-and-white swirled draw provided, without having to wait for it to melt naturally anyway. He took an appreciative sip when finished, as his own phone buzzed a text alert as Vivian’s beeped again.

Aren’t we popular tonight? Charlie snorted, as he slipped his own out of his pocket to glance at the message. “Guys, somethings up, Sienna reached out to me… I don’t think she’s okay, have you seen her?”
He managed not to scowl externally, but internally he was more than a little disgruntled. Brooklyn, his best friend since he’d moved into town years ago and fellow-Witch in the coven, had been off-the-map for days without a word – when they’d always had a text message(s) going, whether or not they physically saw one another that day or not. It had been odd enough situation, but now with the text out of the blue – asking about another one of their coven, Sienna, who as far as he knew was an avid partier and drinker (likely at another party or club or bar; or already holed up in her apartment, or random hotel room with human-friends, trying to sleep off what would be an epic hangover he was certain), location and how she was doing. He almost wanted to text back a quite simple ‘how are you first’, before answering about the other girl, but he didn’t, for now… Charles fingers danced gingerly across the keyboard, making the message seem as proper as he could (without being snippy about it), as he made his offer. Witches were paranoid on the best of days, but it would not do to start freaking out – especially if something hadn’t been proven to be wrong or abnormal yet. He glanced back up to Vivian, asking her thoughts on the matter without a physical word,, as he clicked the send button.

No, haven’t heard from her or seen her since yesterday.
Probably out partying again, I suspect… I’ll swing by her apartment later tonight before heading home.

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Shane made her way the morgue. It was upsetting that she could find her way there without a single glance up from her stack of papers. She bumped her hip into the swinging doors allowing the pungent smell of death and formaldehyde sting her nose. She grimaced looking down at her half finished cup of coffee, whatever craving she had for it gone as she tossed it into the trash can. The sheriff let out a soft sigh as she saw the white cover that blocked her view from the dead corpse.

Too many have died recently in this town. She felt so hopeless against it all. What could she do? Shane knew there were things... Things not natural in this town that were doing this. They killed her father and now she felt like she was all the town had to stop it. But what could one person do against something far bigger than herself? Everyone in the town thought she was crazy, if she went around shouting out her ideas about what was the real cause of all the deaths she'd be fired, or burnt at the stake.

The sheriff set the clipboard down on a near by counter, removing her jacket and setting it beside it. She then sighed as she brushed her hair behind her ears before moving over towards the table. Shane always hated this, almost as much as she hated confronting the family about their loss. After another deep breath, she pulled back the cover to reveal the male's face which caused her to frown slightly. Her gaze then fell to the bite marks on the neck. Vampire... No doubt about it. Just as she was about to grab a rubber glove, her walkie talkie buzzed letting her know that Ms. Simmons was here.

As Shane arrived back at the waiting room, she paused in the hallway momentarily taking a deep breath. She then tried to put on her brave face before joining Nathaniel and Brooklyn. "Hi Brooklyn." She said softly before moving to take a seat next to the girl. Shane knew she could sit there and ask how the girl was doing, talk about whatever small talk she could since she last saw her. But she knew the girl wasn't here to catch up with the Sheriff. No one ever came to see her just to say hi, only when there was a problem. Sheriffs never really have friends... At least she didn't.

Her hand reached out to bring the girl's into her palms, her thumbs stroking the back of her dark skin gently. "...I'm not really sure how to say this." Shane looked up to meet the girl's gaze. She knew the girl wasn't going to take it well and didn't know if she'd want to identify the body although the Sheriff was certain of who it was... It was still formality.




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Willow came to a halt upon the porch, removing her sunglasses that rested on top of her head, and put them on. Although it was nearly night time she often did this so her gaze could linger where ever while her head faced forward. Markus appeared beside her, offering her his right arm. Will smiled towards him slightly as her left hand snaked its way up in the gap between his arm and waist, resting her palm on his forearm. She let him guide her through the yard and out to the street.

To most in Cherry Blossom they probably thought her and Markus were an item with how often they were seen together, often physically connected in someway. Will saw him like a brother and more often than not he was her closest friend. She often liked walking arm and arm with him because it allowed her to get his attention and converse in ways inaudible and unnoticeable to others. It also set an a bit of dominance and made her look powerful without trying. Although that was never her intention. Willow always carried her self with the highest confidence which made a lot of people intimidated by her.

The snarls and growls of the wolves behind them shifting and disappearing behind them made Willow smile but also glance towards them with slight longing. The wolf inside her wanted nothing more than to break free, feel the wind in her fur and be free. But she needed to try to keep her head on straight. It was difficult during a full moon, even for elder wolves like herself. There was always the urge to let loose. She stopped midstep, grasping at Markus' arm as she took a deep breath. Will didn't know if the urge was stronger for Alphas. But the full moon always called to her.

The rumble that came from Markus nearly caused a subconscious one of her own to roll up her throat. She rotated her head around causing her neck to pop while she let the scent envelope her nostrils. It was almost euphoric. Her canine blood racing through her veins clawing to break free and chance the scent. She swallowed hard, closing her eyes momentarily.

“Should we send the pack a little more forward then us, to see if they can catch an origin or heading better in the scent(s)?” Markus asked causing her to reopen her eyes and shake the wolf out of her momentarily.

Will nodded her head. She then moved before Markus, wrapping her arms around him in an embrace. No doubt something that borderline was PDA to some. Not to her or him. Her left hand moved up to cup the back of his head while she leaned in to whisper in his ear. But she didn't speak towards him. She knew her pack that was just beyond the tree line would hear her and she didn't want to look suspicious if any vampires happened to be watching. "Go ahead, see if you can find the origin. We'll continue along the streets. Keep your ears open for anything."

With that Willow gave a fake flirtatious giggle, kissing him on the cheek before moving to stand beside him once again and taking his arm. This time she let her body language seem like her attention was focused on Markus. A seductive grin caressed her lips while her whole body seemed to cling to the side of his, an occasional laugh escaping her lips every moment or two. But the words she spoke contradicted her actions. She was smart and looking vulnerable made them seem like easy targets, especially being two wolves.

"I don't know how stupid the corpses are. We may seem vulnerable enough for them to try and attack two lone wolves too preoccupied in each other to care about their surroundings." She let out another giggle, her hand free hand moving to the bend in his arm. "Does your wolf feel extra... edgy this moon?" will felt like at certain moments she was fighting to burst at the seems but she didn't let that show. Her face a perfect facade of a flirtatious woman while her sunglasses hid her searching gaze.