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Shane Dawson

"I know what's going on here..."

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

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« "Something strange is going on in New Cresthill... Something not natural. And I'm going to find out... I WILL find out!" »


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|Full Name|
⌊Shane Dawson⌉


|Alias(s)|
⌊Shane⌉
⌊Sheriff Dawson⌉


|Gender|
⌊Female⌉


|Age|
⌊Twenty-Seven⌉


|Race|
⌊Human⌉


|Sexuality|
⌊Heterosexual⌉


|Nationality|
⌊American⌉


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|Personality|

Shane is known to be one of the more understanding and accepting of the cops in Cherry Blossom, which explains why she is the Sheriff. People search out Shane for guidance, advice and help because she does whatever she can in her power to help the people of her town. Shane tries to see the good in everyone, which sometimes can make her trust others easier than she should. Although Shane tries to see the best in everyone in Cherry Blossom, she doesn't give second chances very often and so it's something to cherish when given another shot, and if by some chance that person messes up their second chance, Shane's calm and friendly nature vanishes, and any hope of friendship with her is gone.

Shane is a naturally curious being, wanting to find out all that she can and solve any issues or mysteries that arise, which is why she is so curious about the new disappearances and murders that keep arising in the town. Being the smart person she is, she isn't naive and believes it is completely possible for there to be supernatural situations being her understanding in the town. Believing in the chance of supernatural beings in Cherry Blossom has made her the talk of the town recently, because she isn't scared to come out and say what she thinks is really going on. People who don't agree with her start to wonder if she is a good candidate for Sheriff anymore, while the citizens that agree believe that she is the only one suited to protect this town.

Although Shane tends to be more friendly and warm towards the people of her town, she likes to keep her distance from others and usually is more of a loner. Having no family and no one she really calls a friend, she keeps her emotional attachments minimal if she can, especially with the increasing number of deaths that are plaguing the town. Shane is scared of letting others too close to her because she doesn't want to lose them like many other members of the town. Just because she is distant from others, doesn't mean it's not possible to get close to her, she just prefers to keep others at bay for their own safety. Shane worries that her new curiosity into the deaths and possible supernatural occurrences might put a bullseye on her head or anyone who gets close to her.

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|History|

Shane was born and raised in Cherry Blossom, and although many others raised in the town have come and gone she never had the heart to leave this small town she calls home. Shane was the Sheriff's daughter and was the girl next door that was friendly to just about everyone in town. Growing up she was a Daddy's girl and a major tom boy, who'd rather spend her days going hunting or fishing with her Father rather than playing dress up or dolls with the other girls in town. When she used to go out on their hunting or fishing trips her Father would tell her old folk tales about the town and how all these supernatural creatures used to inhabit it. He told her how a few decades ago they all left, and the town was peaceful, but one day they'd return. Shane would hear the same story every time they went out together, it was her favorite story.

When Shane was 18 and about to graduate High School, her Dad took her out for a celebratory hunting trip but this particular trip was the last one she'd ever have with her Dad. When they were walking through the forest, her Dad telling his old tale as usual, something wasn't right that day, there was something else in the woods with them that day. Shane can hardly remembered what happened, but something came out of the shadows and attacked her Father right before her eyes, tearing chunks of flesh from his bones and leaving him to die and bleed out before her eyes.

Seeing her beloved Father die in her arms traumatized her. She barely graduated High School, her consolidated GPA over the years was the only thing that saved her plummeting grades from causing her to not get her diploma. Shane was supposed to go halfway across the country to go to study to become a doctor but since the loss of her Dad she lost all interest in leaving the town or even going to school. It wasn't until a couple more years had passed that Shane, still grieving his death decided to follow in her Father's footsteps and enlist in the police academy. Being a natural, she advanced through the academy and became a deputy faster than any other cadets that enlisted with her. Finding being a Police Officer and helping others that need it to be her true calling, Shane quickly adapted a love and passion for her new path.

When Shane was 25 she was one of the top officers in the Cherry Blossom Police Department, she was signed on as one of the main officers in one of the largest cases the town has seen since the murder of her Father. A missing persons case about 2 children that were abducted from a park, never to be seen or heard from again. The case spread the span of over a year, but finally she was able to solve the case. After an endless trail of clues that were quickly followed by dead ends, Shane was able to track down the abductor somewhere in Oklahoma with the 2 children still in his custody. After arresting the captor, she returned the children to their parents which made her a hero amongst the towns people. The citizens were so thankful for her work that during the next election there was a unanimous vote for Shane to become Sheriff of the Cherry Blossom.

Since her election, Shane has helped protect Cherry Blossom and it's citizens. She eat, sleeps and breaths her job not paying much mind to free time, friendships or romance due to the simple fact that she has a fear of ever getting close to another person because she doesn't know if she could handle losing someone else like she lost her Father. Ever since the rise in murders in the town, Shane has had a nearly obsessive work ethic, determined to find the source of the strange occurrences. Although she is still fueled by the supernatural death of her Father, she has no intention of killing or harming anything that might not be quite human. All she wants is answers... And she'll get them.

So begins...

Shane Dawson's Story

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Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill
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Shane had been up for awhile, reading the paper on her balcony while observing the hustle and bustle of the town. Tonight was definitely a night where she figured things were going to get interesting. Shane was one of the few people... Well, humans, in the town that believe there was more than just humans here. Some people in town, the ones that believed like that there was a Sheriff that had an idea of what was really going on. Others... Nonbelievers thought she was unstable and not suitable to be Sheriff. It was constantly a battle and she could never have everyone on her side.

It was getting close to sundown and Shane always worked at night in a town like Cherry Blossom. That's why she made sure to drink plenty of coffee and sleep in until at least noon so she could be prepared for whatever this town tried to throw at her. After finishing the contents of a large pot of coffee, Shane went inside to get ready to go out and patrol. Never one for uniforms, she put on a more casual and ethical outfit. She clipped her badge onto her belt before attaching her gun holster to the back of her jeans, hidden behind her leather jacket. Lastly she stuck a wooden stake on the inner left side of her jacket, along with a clip of silver bullets. She knew the rumors about what was out there. She may not have encountered one yet but she knew. Shane had no intention of killing any of them but she also had no intention of dying either. Once Shane was ready, she headed out to walk about the town.

It was always a good idea patrolling the areas that were most frequented. There were always drunk people stumbling around, drugs or something else that could need her attention in the more popular areas. Shane decided a good place to walk to was the local cafe. Plus she was hungry and it was dinner time. It took no more than 15 minutes for her to reach the cafe. She walked inside, looking around, slightly surprised at how slow it was. She took a seat at the counter, smiling over towards Elisabeth.
"It's slow in here today. You think it's because of the parties?" She grabbed a menu looking over the options although she knew everything on this menu, she still always had to read it over. "How have you been Elisabeth? It's been awhile."

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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
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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
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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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Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill
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"It's been pretty slow all day. Nobody has been in in at least half an hour." Shane began to notice that it seemed like Elisabeth had already started cleaning up the cafe, most likely preparing to close. "It could be... It could also be that Cherry Blossom isn't safe at night. After all, people say you should always walk with a buddy." Shane nodded her head completely agreeing with what she was saying. "You're probably right. I often forget that myself... Generally people steer clear of the Sheriff... Plus I do carry a gun."

After awhile of glancing over the menu, she rolled her eyes closing it. She knew what she wanted. She knew since she walked into the cafe. "I've been fine. Just working here and reading lots of books." Shane smiled, "What kinds of books? Recently I've been reading Pride & Prejudice." She smiled a silent thank you when Elisabeth brought her a glass of water. "You know I think I'm going to be boring and do my usual Elisabeth. Cheeseburger and fries to go please... I don't want to dirty your clean cafe... Plus I should probably patrol near these parties."

"How have you been Sheriff Dawson? It can't be easy trying to deal with all of the recent deaths in the town." Shane wasn't surprised to be asked this. The town's people were usually curious especially when death was involved in a small town like Cherry Blossom. It definitely wasn't easy being a Sheriff in a town like this. "It's never easy being a Sheriff somewhere like this." She smiled slightly while shrugging, "There haven't been as many in the past month, but they're still showing up... A lot of people are thinking it's wild animal attacks. Coyotes and such." She took a drink her water then glanced down at her hands, "Let's just say I'm not so naive."

That was an understatement. Shane new it was something... Something supernatural and out of the norm. If she had to guess Vampires due to the draining of blood and bite marks. But she couldn't verify that 100% until she saw one face to face or there was some sort of indisputable evidence. Unfortunately for Shane, no matter good of a Sheriff she was, it's not an easy job finding something like that. A serial killer is difficult enough, but you through in a supernatural curve ball and it makes it nearly impossible. And also makes anyone who doesn't know the truth question her abilities as a Sheriff. She's constantly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

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Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews
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Elisabeth chuckled internally as the Sheriff replied to her comment about walking with a buddy. She was definitely a formidable woman, but a gun wouldn't do much to bring down a werewolf or a vampire. It would hurt them, sure, but there was also the matter of actually hitting a wolf or vampire before it either got away or attacked you. Poor humans, they didn't know how bad they had it. There was a reason vampires and werewolves were called 'supernatural.'

The Sheriff asked Elisabeth what she had been reading lately, commenting that she had recently read Pride and Prejudice. "I just finished 1984," she replied. She thought it was a terrific book, even if the ending left a lot more to be desired. After Shane closed the menu and set it down, Elisabeth dutifully took it as her lone patron stated her order. The young woman would have guessed the Sheriff would order her usual, but you could never be sure. Sometimes her regular customers would order something completely different on a whim. She set the menu under the counter and listened carefully as the Sheriff replied to her inquiry.

"It's never easy being a Sheriff somewhere like this," the Sheriff said with a shrug. "There haven't been as many in the past month, but they're still showing up... A lot of people are thinking it's wild animal attacks. Coyotes and such... Let's just say I'm not so naive." Elisabeth had a bad feeling about what the Sheriff meant by this. Many humans believed in the supernatural, or at least the possibility of it. If the Sheriff believed that something supernatural was going on, then there would be no stopping her until she found out the truth behind the murders. It would be bad for all involved if a human could prove the existence of the vampires and werewolves in the town.

"I'll go get your food ready," Elisabeth told Shane. She disappeared back into the kitchen. She was the only one working right now, as the cook had left early due to "feeling ill." The young vampire suspected he just wanted to leave so he could go out or be with a lady friend. Either way, she was more than capable of making a cheeseburger and fries. Several minutes later, she was finished. She placed the burger and the fries into separate boxes, setting the box with the burger on top of the fry box. Elisabeth grabbed a plastic bag just in case the Sheriff wanted one. She returned to the front and placed the boxes on the counter before Shane. She placed the bag next to it.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you mean earlier about not thinking these were wild animal attacks?" Elisabeth was honestly curious, from both a human and vampire scout standpoint. Humans were naturally curious creatures, so her question shouldn't be anything out of the norm for the Sheriff. As a vampire though, she wanted to know exactly how much Shane did or didn't know and what she thought was really going on in Cherry Blossom.




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Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood

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Gerald continued walking, oblivious to the fact that Vivian was now behind him. "Boo!" she screamed and poked his sides. He nearly jumped out of his skin and let out a very manly scream. "Don't you know it isn't safe to walk alone at night?" she asked him as he turned around to face her. His heart felt like it was going to pop out of his chest. Of course he knew it wasn't safe to walk alone at night, but nothing had ever happened to him. He figured as long as he stayed on the main streets he would be fine.

"Yeah, you never know when a wild Vivian will appear and scare the crap out of you," he replied, grinning. His heart rate had slowed down as the adrenaline subsided. "So what's the story, morning glory?" He grabbed her hand and twirled her around, as if the two had been dancing a few moments before instead of Gerald screaming like a little girl. He was hoping she had an idea of what to do, even if it was just walking around town. He was happy she had decided to meet up with him, not that he suspected she had been doing much else. He knew that she lived alone, which he thought must be quite, well, lonely. Gerald didn't mind alone time, but he was too social to just be by himself all day.

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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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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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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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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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"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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Location: Streets and Hotel
Interacting With: Nathaniel Searus
Mentioned: Rin Jiang and Arthur Madden

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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
Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood and
Shane Dawson
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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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Location: The Pack House
Interacting With: Lillian Smith, Serena Roberge,
Markus Bales, and Willow Sanders
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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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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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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: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus
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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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Typically, Brooklyn was a happy girl, not much phased her, she saw stars in the darkest skies.

That was before her brother went missing. Donny didn't inherit the magic that was in their blood. That was blessed to only the women in their family for whatever reason. None of that mattered now, He was gone, she could feel it, and all the light seemed to vanish in Brooklyn's eyes. Cherry Blossom wasn't the best town to live in, but it wasn't bad. She typically kept to herself, she hadn't really been active in the Coven, not with Donny in town, he was suppose to go off , to some school far away, he only had a few weeks left, then she could focus. Her mother made her promise before she passed, that she would keep the magic and all of that away from Donny, make sure he didn't touch any of it, and live a normal life, but he stayed in Cherry Blossom too long.
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She wasn't told by any authorities but she heard on the news that three women and one man was murdered, and all of her senses told her that the one man was Donny. She felt it the moment it happened. She'd been sleeping, and she had the strangest dream. She watched her brother get on a train, He didn't look happy about it, but he waved to her, smiled and the train took off, and disappeared.

That was when she woke up to find the news report on the television. Donny was gone. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew it. Now she had to go down to the police station and find out.

The streets were busy, so she was certain she was safe enough. Cherry Blossom had rules. Donny didn't follow them. He was hard headed that way.

She took a breath and made her way toward the police station. Her eyes darted to the apothecary shop the women in her family owed forever. She hadn't been able to bring herself to work, the sick feeling in her stomach made it near impossible to think. She waited. She hoped that Donny would call, say he'd met some girl, and had been at her place, and forgot his phone charger. Something but nothing. It's been two days. She had to go.

She made her way to the police station and looked for Sheriff Dawson. "Hello?"There was already tears in her eyes. She could feel them, preparing to fall.

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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.

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange
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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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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Brooklyn Simmons Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Charles A. Greyson
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{ Location: Hospital || Interacting With: Shane Dawson, Hospital Staff (NPCs) || Mentioned: Brooklyn Simmons || #112865 }


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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{ Location: His Home || Interacting With: Meredith, Willow; Pack 2 Members (NPCs) || Mentioned: Levi, Lillian || #A65200 }


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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Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi
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Location: Town
Interacting With: Julia Sinclair and Sienna
De Lucchi
Mentioned: Arthur Madden

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Elisabeth acknowledged Julia's words, but said nothing, content to watch the sun as the last bands of colour began to disappear from the sky. Once he two arrived at the herb shop, she recognized the smell of the wolf that owned it. She knew that the wolf was in Willow's pack, but she had rarely encountered her before. The vampire wondered what it was like to be an herbalist. Perhaps if she was still alive the two could have discussed the wonders of natural medicines, but it was far from a possibility now.

The shop was closed, likely a result of the upcoming full moon. Ah yes, the lovely time of the months where wolves were dominated by their true selves. It was also the one night of the month that Elisabeth generally stayed in town. Trying to reach her house in the woods was unlikely to be successful with the packs out and about, hiding amongst the trees and waiting to descend on her like flies on a corpse. It was not a situation she wanted to be in if she could help it.

"Closed. Maybe she has some sort of record of who shops here, if we can get inside without being detected." The younger vampire was about to offer to use her ability to disrupt any security cameras and to open the door when another young woman approached the shop. Elisabeth observed her closely, wondering if she was a witch. Unlike Julia, she could just barely sense anything odd coming from her energy. Perhaps it was her lack of interaction with witches or of her relatively young age. Either way, she was having a difficult time deciding if this woman was a witch or not.

Julia and the other woman exchanged a brief, casual conversation before Julia nudged Elisabeth. Elisabeth had already gotten the hint, but nonetheless remained silent. One question and answer later and the vampires had found a witch. Julia commented on the easiness of it after knocking out the poor woman. "Yes, quite easy," Elisabeth commented. "But if karma has anything to do with in, we'll be in deep trouble soon as well." She was worried that having such ease finding a witch meant eminent difficulty in the future, perhaps even so soon as tonight. Lady Luck might have been on their side this time, but instant good luck came to very few.

"Alright, time to take her to Arthur." Elisabeth glanced around. No one had seen them, but there was still the possibility of humans seeing them since they were in a fairly busy part of town. Carrying the witch was an option, but would likely draw suspicion as few would expect either Julia or Elisabeth to be able to carry someone with such ease. Lifting the slumped woman off of the ground, the vampire slung the witch's limp arm around her shoulders, as if supporting a drunken friend who needed help walking. Elisabeth looked the woman over from head to toe, helping her to picture exact what she wanted the woman's body to do. Envisioning the witch with her head held up-- enough that she seemed conscious but not enough to reveal her closed eyes-- the woman's head adjusted itself as so. With that, Elisabeth began to walk, her telekinetic abilities allowing her to move the woman's feet along with her own. "This should keep us from looking suspicious, but I'd prefer we move quickly. I don't want to have my energy too low with the full moon lurking," she told her companion before starting to walk down the street.




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Location: A Cafe
Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood (texting)
Mentioned: Shane Dawson

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Gerald finished the last of his meal and glanced at outside. It was nearly dark, meaning he should probably make his way home before anything bad happened to him. However, his naivety about the supernatural and confidence in his ability to keep himself out of trouble overshadowed the rule that most people in town abided by. Nevertheless, he wasn't sure he wanted to be caught by the Sheriff or Vivian for that matter if he was out walking alone. Running into either would likely spur a speech about how it isn't safe be alone after dark.

Handing his plate to the waitress and waiting for his check, Gerald starting drumming on the table top with his hands. He glanced around the cafe, which was barren of patrons save for himself and a man who he knew lived in the apartment above. Looking back at the table in front of him, he saw the small pile of books he'd loaned from the library. Two were for him and the other for Vivian.

Hey, I got a book from the library for you. I can give it to you whenever. He shot Vivian a quick text before the waitress returned with his check.




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Location: Center of Town
Interacting With: Lillian Smith
Mentioned: Serena Roberge

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"What is it Roman? Just tell me what's going on?" Roman let go of Lillian as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the letter he'd found on Serena's door. "I stopped by Serena's house not too long ago. I was going to talk to her about..." He paused briefly as he remembered that he'd wished to talk to the Beta about doing something for Lillian. He still wanted to treat her to a night out and have it be a surprise, however likely or unlikely it was at this point. "Nevermind, that's not important. I went to her house and found this."

He extended the folded up note to her, declining to share that he had read despite it clearly being intended for the Alpha. However, it was fairly obvious he had read it and would be even more obvious once Lillian read the note. Roman could only hope she wouldn't completely lose control. The full moon was near, raising the tension.

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Character Portrait: Brooklyn Simmons Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi Character Portrait: Charles A. Greyson
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ImageBrooklyn felt her heart racing as they got closer and closer to the morgue. The officer at the station suggested that she go there but was kind enough to give her a ride.
Once they pulled up, she sighed and made her way inside. She met with a kind woman named Janet, to which she called the radio alerting the sheriff of her arrival.

This was not a good sign. If she had any doubt in her mind, that Donny was in this place, it was gone just then. Brooklyn sat in the waiting room, twiddling her fingers, rocking her feet, and then suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck.

"Ahh." She gasped, clutching her neck a moment before pulling her hand away, expecting for it to come away red.
Nothing, not a drop, but there was pain, and it lingered. She looked around, feeling her neck for a bug bite of some sort but found nothing. With thought in mind, she realized, magic was involved.

Taking a breath, Brooklyn closed her eyes. It was a simple spell, something even a new witch could do. She was better with potions, she was master with potions but this wasn't out of her range of abilities.

She reached out with her minds eye, clearly the pain wasn't hers, but whose ever it was, was calling to her, or the closest witch around, so she mentally grabbed ahold of the tether that was binding them, and followed, until finally she saw a face.

"Sienna?" Brooklyn breathed, she couldn't see where she was, nor what was ailing her but she knew this was a cry for him.

She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Vivian and Charles.

[To: Charles: To: Vivian]
[Guys, Somethings up, Sienna reached out to me...I don't think she's okay, have you seen her?] She chose her words carefully, witches were paranoid, on a good day, but with all that was going on, and a full moon coming, there was no such thing as too careful.

Characters Present

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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Character Portrait: Brooklyn Simmons Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi Character Portrait: Charles A. Greyson
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{ Location: Hospital || Interacting With: Shane, Brooklyn, Hospital Staff (NPCs) || Mentioned: N/A || #112865 }



Brooklyn was understandably broken, Nathaniel could have easily deduced from a distant look. Let alone additionally from the clammy, limp hand-shake she offered to his own firm one, the tenseness her shoulders held, and the smell of salty tears that had threaten to fall earlier with more soon to replace them. Even her tired sighing of, “Um, thanks,” echoed his deduction. They did say you could know someone best by the enemies they made along the way: How they defied beings that should have cowed them into silence; resisted forces that were inevitable for no more reason than the belief that they should be resisted; not bowing their head to neither demons nor angels; and putting themselves into harm’s way to defend those who could not defend themselves. But, Nathaniel figured that was only a portion of a true measure of a person (or supernatural entity) – because life was pain, and suffering, so how one became broken and tried to glue the pieces together (if they even tried to do so) was a far better measure of such an immeasurable thing.

It wasn’t long of a silence between the pair of them, before the Sheriff arrived, coming up to sit beside Brooklyn – Shane started out holding unto Brooklyn’s hand, stroking it gently in reassurances before speaking softly. First a friendly hello that only managed to draw out a thin smile from the girl, and then the ‘killer statement’ of … I’m really not sure how to say this… brought on the beginning of the waterworks – and needing, then asking if she could see her brother’s body. Finally, Nathaniel had a window to rejoin the conversation, after having remained a politely silent, if stoic presence for the mean time while he let Shane (who likely knew far more about the girl after living in this town, versus the ‘new doctor’) take the lead. Of course, Nathaniel mused softly, a gentle but sad smile lurking beneath his words, never quite surfacing to his thin-lined lips for the moment. Let me go ahead, and Sheriff Dawson will bring you back… He finished as he rose, offering Shane a slow nod in return. It was only proper for him to go ahead, pulling up the proper paperwork (though Janet, wonderful Janet would likely have it ready at the edge of the nurse station the minute he walked out the door), and making sure the morgue was presentable – though as far as he knew, Jonathan the mortician, was not a messy individual for the most part – and the deceased patient ready before anyone came back. Before moving to the door, and on his way…

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Hospitals in general were cold, sterile environments for the most part, to control and contain the spread of disease as well as simply “freeze out” others, but Morgue’s were the worst place to be he had been told – and perhaps he’d agree that it was particularly chilly if he could feel the temperature that is. The dull, blue-tinted lights did not help the chill much, nor the lifeless stainless steel everywhere, but Nathaniel made the room as “welcoming” as anyone could manage: The Sheriff’s clipboard, post-it-notes, and jacket had been safely stowed out of sight in the attached office. The late Donny Simmons white cover-sheet was back in place and a couple small round skin-tinted bandages now covered the remnants of the holes teeth-marks had left from his ‘attack’ (smelling of a Vampire from his new coven that Arthur, Elisabeth, or Kat, hadn’t introduced him too) that the mortician had left for the Sheriff to observe (but there was no need to additionally upset the girl for her to see part of what had ‘done her brother in’). And the paperwork Janet had provided, including release forms from what the Sherriff would require as a proper agreement that the identification was correct and the hospital’s agreement of what / where / etc the body would go through to be properly rested.

& Nathaniel waited for Shane and Brooklyn's eventual arrival...


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{ Location: Leaving Diner, Sienna's Apartment || Interacting With: Vivian, Brooklyn || Mentioned: Sienna || #929292 }



Okay, I’m going to check out some parties on my way home. At Vivian’s comment, Charles eyebrows unintendedly raised – not only in disbelief, but genuine surprise. She was not one for parties in mind or spirit as long as he’d known her (not that he was much one either to be frank, but he’d probably fit in better and would not stick out like a sore-thumb); and it would be a step, a certainly stressful step, to attend a party (or more) looking for someone you might not even find there. Well, he had to hand it to her at the very least… Be safe, Charlie spoke softly, his words echoing an unspoken good luck. As he rose from the table with a farewell, cheeky grin, before going out onto the streets.

There was still a fair amount of hustle and bustle in the early hours of the night, but everyone was moving fast and heading to zones of safety as quickly as possible – aided by the spook the atmosphere of the Full Moon brought upon the town already ripe with weird happenings, and helped along by the distant yip and snarls of “dogs” bouncing about the alley’s and city streets. Charles made his way up into Sienna’s apartment swiftly, and with a flick of his hand unaided by a key, unlocked the door with a simple breeze to the dark and empty living room. He fumbled briefly with the lights, before locking the door behind him tight, and went to work – looking around to find something about Sienna’s whereabouts…