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Genevieve Morrison

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a character in “The Howling | Mates”, as played by dreammuffin

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Demons || Imagine Dragons
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|| Twenty || Hunter 2 of Dark Mountain Pack || Gen, Genny ||


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|Gender|
Female

|Birthdate|
July 21

|Sexual Preference|
Heterosexual

|Species|
Werewolf

|Pack|
Dark Mountain Pack

|Ranking|
Hunter 1

|Bloodline|
Mixed

|Occupation|
She's currently studying to become a lawyer. In the mean time, she's a waitress at a local restaurant.


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|Eye Color|
Dark Blue with shades of green

|Hair Color|
Dark brown with light brown highlights

|Wolf Appearance|
Gen's wolf form is a very large yet lean one, perfect for a hunter. Her fur is charcoal black and has patches of white on her face and legs, and her eyes turn a light translucent blue when in this form.

|Body Type|
Gen has a tall, slender body, and stands at 5'8.

|Skin Tone|
Lightly tanned skin that pales as it reaches her face.

|Height & Weight|
5'8 and 128 lbs

|Birthmarks/scars|
A silver scar running two inches down from her jawline


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|Likes|
✔ Her Pack || Dancing || Swimming|| Reading || Guitar || Hunting || Music || Rain || Storms || Animals || Friends || Chocolate || Fiction novels || Funny people || Intelligence || Solving puzzles || Lollipops || Working hard || Puns || Beaches || Sleeping || Hot Chocolate || Shopping || Strawberry smoothies || Nighttime || Mysteries || Jokes || Stargazing || Flowers || Warm days || Bubble baths || Ramen || Swedish fish ✔

|Dislikes|
✘ Heights || Failure || Arrogance || Nonfiction books || Rival Pack || Her Pack Members getting hurt || Scary movies || Liars || Being sick || Hot days || Peppers || Anger || Blueberries || Weakness || Sound of knuckles cracking || Bees || Squirrels || Stupid people || Being bored || Gossip || Not getting what she wants || Being interrupted ✘

|Strengths|
Hunting || Stealth || Dancing || Swimming || Running - She's really fast || Hand to Hand combat || Giving Advice

|Weaknesses|
Her Pack || Her fear of heights || Her Temper || Her Mate

|Fears|
â€ĸ Heights | She has a fear of heights and she doesn't really know why. All she knows is that being up high terrifies her.
â€ĸ Her temper | Viona fears that one day, she'll lose control over her anger, and might harm someone again.
â€ĸ Rejection | She's afraid she might not end up with a mate, or if she ever finds one, he'll reject her.
â€ĸ Losing her Pack members | Their her family, and she couldn't handle it if she lost them.


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|Personality|
Charismatic | Compassionate | Guarded | Temperamental | Competitive | Intelligent | Stubborn

Genevieve is quite a friendly, charismatic girl. She loves to be around people, always one to introduce herself and strike up a conversation. Her charisma makes it easy to make friends where ever she goes. It's probably why she gets so many tips while waitressing; all the customers seem to like her. Whenever someone cracks a joke, she'll probably be the first and loudest to laugh. Speaking of jokes, Gen is a big fan of puns and she won't give up an opportunity to crack one, no matter how bad it may be.

Gen shows her affection easily, and is compassionate towards her friends and the people around her. They might not notice it, but it's in the little things she does. She's known for her kindness, as she always tries to help others even when it's out of her capacity. She empathizes with people very easily, and also very insightful as well, making her great at giving advice.

Despite her outgoing personality, she's always guarded towards others. Her emotions are something she rarely discusses. She feels that talking about her feelings and telling others is a sign of weakness, and she doesn't like to trouble others with that kind of stuff. She would much rather let someone else talk to her about something. Trust is something that's very hard to earn with her. If you ever give her a reason to, she will treasure you as a friend. She hates feeling of being let down, and it's easier just to never let herself trust anyone.

Genny has a temper that doesn't show itself until she's provoked. Her anger doesn't come often, but when it does, it comes very quickly. In that time she doesn't think clearly, mostly just acts on impulse. Her rage scares her sometimes, even though to others, she seems nonchalant about it. It's a part of her she wishes would just dissappear. She's tried to get a hold of it, and on the most part, has it under control. If you push her too far, her anger comes rushing out. That's never good for a werewolf.

When playing a sport, or doing anything for that matter, she gets increasingly competitive. She can get very aggressive, and at times temperamental if she doesn't win. She could turn something as simple as learning a charm into a contest to see who can master it first. It's something she can't help, just a part of her nature.

She's quite intelligent in a lot of aspects. Academically, she does very well in school learning to become a lawyer. Her calculating mind can also find the best solution to problematic situations, which is why she's unbeatable at chess. That is why when she is faced with a problem or decision, she always things very carefully before taking action, rather than acting on impulse.

Genevieve can also be really tenacious and strong-willed. She likes to get her way, and usually always does. She makes up her mind about things and it's near impossible to talk her out of it. That stubbornness has gotten her into trouble on more than a few occasions.


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|Equipment|
Swiss knife || Novel || Cellphone || Headphones || Cellphone

|History|
Genevieve was born to a werewolf couple on a warm July night. Her parents were both part of the Dark Mountain pack. She grew up in the mountainous town in the pack territory. We father was a successful doctor, while her mother was a hunter. Her mother would teach her what she knew every now and then. She grew up with a relatively normal childhood.

When she reached highschool, she was doing very well academically. She even made a lot of friends, half of them being normal humans. In sophomore year, her life took a big hit. One of her friends invited her and pretty much the whole grade to a bonfire to celebrate the end of the school year. Of course, Gen went to the party, and wasn't surprised to find that half the kids there were getting drunk. The night turned crazy, but none the less, she had a great time. It was getting late, so Gen and her girlfriends left the party around 12:30.
They walked down the streets, deserted save for a few cars driving by once in awhile. Two guys had started following the girls, and made their move. One held up a gun and pushed Gen against a wall as the other handled the two other girls. The guys were yelling at them to hand over their money, but when she said they didn't have any money, she received a punch. It wasn't until the other man assaulted the other girls that Gen's temper was provoked and suddenly she transformed into a wolf. Impulsively, she attacked the two thieves.

The next thing she remembered was waking up at home. The next morning she found out on the news that two guys had been attacked by a wolf. One of them was clinging to life in the hospital, and the other was in a coma. Ever since then, she's been living with the guilt of what she'd done. She worked on controlling her anger, and started to distance herself a little from her friends, frightened that something like that might happen again.

She came out of her shell more once she graduated and got closer with her pack members. She doesn't know what she would do without them.

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So begins...

Genevieve Morrison's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Grayson Alexander Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Emerson Bailey Character Portrait: Willow Ross Character Portrait: Aliyah Erich Trent Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Auguste Moragne Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Christian Granger Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Alistair Ulven Character Portrait: Jace Williamson Character Portrait: Vincent Craig Character Portrait: Claire Evelyn VanCortlandt Character Portrait: Jessamie Gage Ryker Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble

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Shiloh Grey
Its a crisp May morning. There is still some snow patches around, covering the newly growing grass. Because of the thunder storm last night frost covers the trees and everything is icy and wet. The mountain air is refreshing to the senses and today is the mating day.

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Shiloh groaned loudly as her alarm clock start cheering loudly in her sensitive ears....AGAIN! A harsh, grumpy growl escaped her throat as she slammed her hand down on the small electric device, silencing it forever as it was smashed to pieces.
"Shit!" Shiloh hissed, her silver eyes snapping open to see what she had done. It was the fourth alarm clock this month....She wasn't a morning person. Sighing loudly she plopped her face in her soft, forest green pillow, the unique scent of raspberries and honey wafted into her nose as she blindly ran her hand over to her phone. It was strange that every werewolf came with such a scent, but Shiloh loved her scent for she found it to explain her personalty as well. Grabbing her sleek iphone Shiloh pressed the button to light up the screen and squinted her eyes at the bright light, a silent scream of horror washing over her as she saw the time and date.
"God damnit!" she swore loudly as she flung herself out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Extremely happy she had showered and packed the night before Shiloh made fast work of brushing out her wayward long blonde curls so they became wavy and slightly more tamed. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and put on some eye liner and mascara within the time span of 2 minutes and rushed out of the bathroom and back into her room, through on a white transformer's t-shirt, red skinny jeans, black cowboy boots and her worn out black leather jacket. She glanced at her phone again, it read 10:15am.
"Shit I'm late!" she shouted, grabbed her bag with everything she needed then shot down the stairs. She grabbed an apple and muffin then was out the door, rapidly scurrying toward the large greyhound bus, her werewolf speed coming in handy as she rushed through the small town.
"WAIT FOR ME!!" Shiloh shouted as the driver was about to close the doors but stopped once she saw Shiloh. The Night White elder, Susan Fields, rolled her eyes at the little omega girl as the elder watch the girl scurry towards the bus.
"I am so sorry Mrs.Fields I...." Shiloh began as she got on the bus, the doors closing behind her, but the elder cut her off by waving her hand in dismissal. Shiloh bowed her head then went to take a seat.
"Morning everyone" she greeted brightly. The bus was cowered with all the unmated members of the White Night pack, it seemed she was the last to arrive...again. Shiloh sat down by Emerson, giving her a big smile. She and Emme were close, she was actually one of Shiloh's first friends.
"So you excited to meet your mate?" Shiloh teased as she put her bag under her feet, the sound of the bus starting up and driving away entered her ears and Shiloh slightly bounced in her seat in excitement, a large pearly white smile plastered on her face. She took a big bite of her apple and split the muffin handing the other half to Emme.
"Its your favorite" Shiloh murmured with a mouth full of apple.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Grayson Alexander Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Auguste Moragne Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Jace Williamson Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble

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Scotty groaned and rolled over as her alarm blared loudly, further tangling herself in her bed sheets. She continued to ignore the object, hoping that by some miracle it would cease its shrill ringing. The loud noise persisted, so Scotty finally rolled back over and punched down on the clock's snooze button. Smiling at the quiet that once again surrounded her, Scotty snuggled her comforter once more. She had just closed her eyes when a second annoying noise forced her eyes open. She at once recognize the persistent chirping as her pet bird Apollo's wake up call. Scotty rolled her eyes before yelling over at the bird, "Alright, alright, I'm awake you stupid bird."

The chirping finally halted as Scotty sat up in her bed, placed her feet on the chilled wooden floor, and stretched her arms out. She yawned loudly and stumbled into her small bathroom. Her home above the garage was nothing too glorious, but Scotty had made taken it upon herself to fix it up after the death of her father. She had not been able to bring herself to live in the pack house after his death. The house was nice -much nicer than her place above the shop- but the garage had been her father's place and it was all she had left of him other than his necklace and switchblade. She had given the small apartment a cozy, homely feeling. As Scotty looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink, she wondered what her dad might say if he could see her now, about to go and find her mate. Would he be proud? Maybe he would be fearful of losing his baby girl.

Scotty was snapped out of her thoughts as she looked at the clock and realized that she had been looking in the mirror for a full fifteen minutes. She took a quick, scalding hot shower and got changed as quickly as possible. She dried her hair, settling for it being in loose curls as she looked at the clock once more and realized she was about to be late. Scotty threw as much as she could into her small weekend bag, not having time to sort through everything and pick out what she did and did not need.

The last thing that she did was jog into her kitchen and fill a bowl with birdseed. She then proceed to open the door of Apollo's cage. The one-legged bird tweeted happily as he flapped his wings and hopped to Scotty's shoulder. Scotty moved to the large window that faced out westward. As she opened it, Apollo hopped down from her shoulder and onto Scotty's hand. He looked from the bowl of birdseed to Scotty's face and cocked his head to the side. The creature seemed to have a sense that Scotty was leaving for a bit and he was confused. Scotty patted his head and whispered, "I'll be home before you know it, bud." With that, Scotty set down the bowl of seed and nodded for Apollo to fly off. He flapped his white wings and fluttered near the window sill, looking up at Scotty for a moment. She smiled at the bird, wishing that he could understand her. At last, Apollo chirped at his owner and fluttered off. Scotty looked on after the bird for a moment and then finally shut the window and turned back to her room.

Scotty took one last glance at the clock and then hustled back into action. She grabbed her bag, keys, and phone before heading out the door and down the steps into the repair shops. Only Scotty's motorcycle and car were in the garage. Most people in the town were aware of the fact that Scotty would be going with the other unmated pack member, so they had not brought their cars in. Scotty double checked that both the garage door and the shop door were locked before she finally headed in the direction of the bus. As Scotty stepped onto the large bus, she greeted the bus driver with a lively, "How are ya, Mr. Swann?" The pack elder smiled at the girl. "Very well. Thank you for asking Ms. Walker." Scotty gave him a large grin and looked around at the rest of the pack members that had already boarded the bus. Scotty passed the pack Delta, Ryder Taylor, on her way to sit down and greeted him with a kind smile. "G'mornin'," she said happily to the Delta before taking a seat.

Scotty was not unexcited to go find her soulmate. The idea made her happy and feel warm on the inside; however, Scotty being as insecure as she was, was afraid that she might not find a mate. She feared that there was a chance that she would not find a wolf that thought she was the one. Perhaps she was paranoid, but she couldn't help herself from feeling like she would never be good enough for anyone. What if, Scotty thought, someone pretended to love her and then decided that he didn't want her anymore? Scotty shook the thought from her mind and put a happy smile back on her face as other unmated members of the pack walked toward the bus.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Grayson Alexander Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Emerson Bailey Character Portrait: Willow Ross Character Portrait: Aliyah Erich Trent Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Auguste Moragne Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Christian Granger Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Alistair Ulven Character Portrait: Vincent Craig Character Portrait: Claire Evelyn VanCortlandt Character Portrait: Jessamie Gage Ryker Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison

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Alistair Ulven
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      • Alistair let out a small moan as his Golden retriever licked the left side of his face, slowly he rolled over into his back and cast his glance over to his window. There was still a few patches of snow and already Alistair could smell the crisp air although it was nearly covered by the smell of cinnamon and apple, his own scent.
With a lot of willpower Alistair finally managed to push himself away from his soft mattress and warm quilts. Still in his morning slumber mode he managed a slow shuffle towards his bathroom. After he let the warm water slip over his olive skin Alistair quickly changed into his black jeans and plain white tee.
It was nearly time for him to board the bus which would take him to his future mate, excitement and anxiety hit Alistair like a ten-meter wave.

What if his mate didn't fall for him? What happens then? Does he simply have to be alone, forever? Alistair pushed the questions out of his mind, he couldn't afford to think like this. He still had half an hour till he had to be on the bus. Quickly Alistair walked over to his favorite cafe, he quickly ordered a hot chocolate, he nodded his thanks and made his way over to the bus.

Not many of his pack was there, Alistair smiled and whispered his 'good morning' before he slipped his headphones on and flipped out his iPod before he put his favorite artist on and hoped on the bus. Alistair quickly took a seat in the middle and smiled as each of his pack members sat down. Without another word he looked around at the empty seats, snuggled up on the chair and started playing Temple Run as he waited for the rest of his pack to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble Character Portrait: Lucian Hunter

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Genevieve shifted under her covers as the sound of the alarm blared, signaling for her to wake up. With a soft groan, she slowly sat up in bed and turned her alarm off. She squinted her eyes as sunlight filtered in through a window and filled the room with an orange flow. It suddenly hit her what today was. She was supposed to go to find her mate. Great. Sliding out of bed, she let her feet touch the cool ground. She made her way to the bathroom as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes.

Turning on the shower, Gen took a scalding hot shower. She preferred to take really hot showers for some reason. By the time she got out, steam covered the mirrors and mist curled around the bathroom. Wrapping herself in a towel, she went to her closet to decide what to wear. She settled on a pretty lazy outfit. While most people wear tank tops and crops tops during the summer, Gen wore them all year round. She wasn't one to get cold easily. She doesn't pay much attention to her wordrobe, rather, just wears whatever she gets her hands on, as long as it looks decent enough.

Genny checked the clock to see if she was running late. Thankfully, she had packed all her stuff the night before, so everything was ready to go. She grabbed her large duffel bag and ran downstairs. She pocketed a granola bar and pulled on her boots before she left the house. She was met with chilly morning air, though it didn't really faze her. There were small patches of snow here and there, but would soon be melted by the afternoon. Slinging her duffel bag on her shoulder, she set off to the bus station.

As she walked, Gen let her mind wander to what the upcoming weekend was going to be like. Would she even find a mate? She kicked a patch of snow nearby and sighed. Either this was going to be a total disaster, or an incredible weekend. So far, she was leaning towards the weekend not turning out so well. Who knows, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But the constant thoughts of not finding a mate, or worse, her mate ending up rejecting her, loomed in the back of her mind.

As Gen neared the bus, she could see their Alpha getting on board. Hurriedly, she speed walked to the bus and bounded up its steps. She smiled at Elder Henry and greeted him with a, "Good morning, Mr. Swann." Ah, good morning Genevieve. As Gen passed Luke, she tilted her head to him in respect, then smiled before walking further down the aisle. "Hey guys," she greeted as she spotted Jason and Skylar. She ended up sitting across from Scotty. Being hunters, they spent a lot of time together. She shoved her duffel bag against the window and made herself comfortable.

Pulling at her granola bar, she took a bite as she looked across at Scotty. "So, excited to meet your mate?" she inquired with a little sarcasm. She knew the answer even before Scotty replied. Everyone was thinking the same thing. They all shared the same fears that she herself had been mulling over earlier that morning, and you could plainly see it on everyone's faces.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Grayson Alexander Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Emerson Bailey Character Portrait: Willow Ross Character Portrait: Aliyah Erich Trent Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Auguste Moragne Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Alistair Ulven Character Portrait: Jace Williamson Character Portrait: Vincent Craig Character Portrait: Jessamie Gage Ryker Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble Character Portrait: Lucian Hunter

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Shiloh Grey

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After a 2 hour long bus trip

A quite, impatient growl slipped past Shiloh's lips as she waited. They had arrived to their destination and Shiloh she was slowly going crazy. She had never sat so long in a vehicle, even if two hours isn't that long to some peoples it was horrible. The feeling of being a caged animal wasn't a pleasant one and it was starting to make Shiloh sick to her stomach. Yet for the life of her all her pack mates had decided on becoming were-turtles today. Like freaking hurry the hell up! She started fiddling with her earphones distract herself but nothing was working. So you could just imagine her relief when it was her turn to get off.

"FREEDOM!" Shiloh shouted loudly as she literally flung herself out of the bus knocking into a few people as she ran towards the cabins and away from the giant metal beast. And here she thought it wouldn't be that bad. Service her right for thinking. Now that she was free from the grey metal demon aka the bus, Shiloh looked around and noticed that the other packs bus had already arrived. The thought of her mate being so close made Shiloh blush brightly as a face splitting smile lite up her features.

"Omega Shiloh" an older voice said from behind her and Shiloh turned to see a woman around her mid forties with blazing red hair with a few lighter strands here and there, pulled back in an elegant bun, leaving only a few loose curled strands to obstruct the view of her delicate facial features. The woman was very lovely with tanned skin and bright blue eyes, which all contrasted with the smart black pencil skirt and elegant white top. She was much taller then Shiloh but she also had black heels on.

"ummm yes that's me.......and you are?" Shiloh didn't mean to sound rude but it didn't seem like the woman cared. Shiloh could instantly tell she was all work and no play.

"I am Mrs.Striker, I am the in charge of the activities that happen here and I just came to inform you that you are staying in cabin number 23, have a good day" the woman was swift and stoic as she walked away, probably to go find her next victim..... umm packmate, to inform then of their cabins. Shiloh sighed and shook her head at the woman before she made her way to her cabin. Dinner was at five tonight and it was one the afternoon. It was a formal gathering so you had to dress nicely. Once she arrived at her cabin she started getting ready.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Grayson Alexander Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Emerson Bailey Character Portrait: Willow Ross Character Portrait: Aliyah Erich Trent Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Auguste Moragne Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Alistair Ulven Character Portrait: Jace Williamson Character Portrait: Jessamie Gage Ryker Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble Character Portrait: Lucian Hunter

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Thomas slept through the ride and got up and walked out last and yawned. "Well that sucked and now to my cabin." I looked at the cabin and started to wards it with my bags. "Wait that's taken your not on my list who are you?" I heard the female voice behind me and sighed this had happened before but last time there was a extra cabin. "Thomas Rollens and now what?" I really didn't want to be here anyways but this made it a lot worse but my luck alwa s being bad made me use to it. "wait here we'll figure it out." I groaned as the woman walked off and started to practice on my guitar. "Someone shoot me this place blows as always which sucks." I yawned again and say on the curb gaining tips from passing civilians.

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Character Portrait: Grayson Alexander Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Auguste Moragne Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble Character Portrait: Lucian Hunter

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"So, excited to meet your mate?"

Scotty's gaze out the window shot up as she was suddenly addressed by a fellow pack member. She looked up to see that is was Genevieve, one of her hunters. Scotty's expression quickly turned from surprise to happiness at the girl sitting across from her. She had spent a lot of time with Gen and even though Scotty was the lead hunter, she never felt as though she was any better than Gen and she always made sure that the other hunter knew that. "I'm sure you already know the answer to that," Scotty spoke with the same slight sarcasm as Gen had spoken to her. They were all nervous and Scotty knew that. She tried to stay her light-hearted self, but she was becoming more insecure about the whole situation by the minute.

Scotty talked with the other pack members for only a moment or two at the start of the bus ride before settling further into her seat and gazing out the window at the passing scenery. She knew that much like everyone else on the bus, she would not be acting too much like herself on this trip. The thought of finding a person that she would spend the rest of her life with was far too much of a burden for Scotty to be acting like her normally up-beat self.




A little less than two hours later, Scotty woke with a start as the bus jerked to a halt. She had not realized that she had fallen asleep, but she was glad that she had not been awake for such a long time on a metal box. Scotty quickly smoothed down her hair and checked her makeup in her reflection in the window. Once she was satisfied that everything was in order, she grabbed her bag from the dust bus floor and followed the rest of the pack off the bus.

Scotty stared at her surrounding for a moment. The place was gorgeous and the beautiful surroundings only made the upcoming days seem more surreal to her. Scotty took a deep breath and exhaled, closing her eyes. She had to get used to it because there was no turning back now.

Scotty was jolted out of her thoughts as a kind yet demanding voice spoke from behind her, "Ms. Walker." Scotty's eyes shot open and she turned quickly on her heels to face the voice. In front of her stood a woman far taller than she and much older with gorgeous fiery red hair; however, despite the woman's age, Scotty couldn't help but think that the woman was held far more beauty than she.

Scotty did not know who the woman was, but she had the feeling that this woman was important. Scotty gave her a large smile and replied, "Scotty." She had meant for the comment to be more of a "We don't have to be formal" sort of gesture but it had come off as more of a "I'm an immature child" sort of act.

The woman gave Scotty an unamused glance and Scotty couldn't help but squirm a little under the glance. "Yes, Ms. Walker," the woman began slowly, choosing not to take Scotty's gesture of non-formality, "You'll be in Cabin Twelve." The woman finished speaking and Scotty opened her mouth to say something, but she was already walking away toward another one of Scotty's pack members. Scotty furrowed her brow at the woman's stoic disposition, but she shrugged it off as nothing personal.

Scotty shouldered her bag just as she caught a glimpse of the other pack's bus rolling to a stop. Suddenly feeling like she had to get out of there, Scotty checked around her in case she had missed anything and scurried off toward the cabins to get a little more dressed up for the coming evening.

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Character Portrait: Grayson Alexander Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Auguste Moragne Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble Character Portrait: Lucian Hunter

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Skyler smiled at Jason's comment, though she couldn't quite admit that it worried her that they'd be... exposed on unfamiliar ground for days. Of course, there would be the other pack members but she couldn't trust them with her family, with her pack. "So Skyler shall we go appease the elder's?" he said back, "the sooner we get this over with the better" was all she could say before she followed Jason inside the bus and sat down on the free seat besides him. She made a few jokes about whatever she could think of for a little while but for most part of the ride she was quiet.

Nearly two hours later they had finally arrived to their destination, once it came to a stop Skyler hurried like a mule to get outside of the bus, of course waiting for the Alpha to do so first. Truth was she had a strange feeling about the whole thing as if they were somehow exposed. As soon as she managed to grab some air she waited for the rest of the pack members, she greeted everyone good morning and soon enough grabbed her luggage.

Skyler immediately searched the place protectively and once she made sure there was nothing strange going on she thought of making herself home and rushed in to whatever cabin, the girl wasn't quit waiting for any longer before getting ready; all she wanted was to take another hot bath, thought she already had in the morning, and maybe even snag a little nap. It wasn't until a beautiful red-haired beauty stopped her, an older woman with beautiful red hair. Strangely Skyler thought the woman almost gave off a royal feeling to her, she had a particular tanned skin which made her hair stand out even further. "Mrs. Black?"

She nodded almost taking her time, it had been some time before someone had addressed her by her last name it almost sounded unfamiliar. "The one and only"
she said with a smile now, and extending her arm to greet the woman in front of her. The woman looked at her hand unimpressed before she she spoke again, "Mrs. Black, your will be staying in cabin 13" as soon as she said her number her eyes widened. "Awww come on man, that's just back luck all over! Skyler frowned loudly enough for other pack members to hear. The woman paid no mind to Skylers complains and gave her an unamused stare "I suggest you would get ready. I will see you again soon enough".

Almost with her head looking down she headed to her cabin, a rogue she probably could handle but what could you do with back luck. She let out a sigh and once she had found her cabin she frowned again at the look of the plaque with the number 13 on top of the door but finally headed inside. She immediately started getting ready, 'something fancy' she remembered. Finally she picked an outfit she hoped would be fitting and headed towards the shower, finally she changed into her outfit and deemed herself ready.

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Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison

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"I'm sure you already know the answer to that." Gen smiled knowingly at Scotty, before turning to look out her window. After the last of the members tricked on, the bus slowly eased out of the stop. Gen sat for a few minutes, gazing at the landscape as it went by in a blue. It was going to be a long ride. Thankfully, she had music to listen to. She put the earbuds in and clicked shuffle on her iphone. To get comfortable, he put her feet up on her seat next to her and leaned her head against the window. Her eyes slowly shut, and she was lulled to sleep by the rhythmic movement of the bus, and the sound of 'Sweater Weather' in her ears.

By the time Gen woke up, the bus was pulling into the camp. Picking her head up, she lazily stretched and rubbed her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair, before grabbing her bags. It was quite a hassle to lug all of them through the narrow aisle. A line had formed as everyone started to get off the bus.

As soon as she stepped out, she only had a moment to soak in the view around her before being approached by an smart looking woman. "Miss Morrison," she snapped. Gen looked at her and nodded. "Yes, that's me." The woman introduced herself as Mrs. Striker and checked her clipboard before her eyes returned to Gen. "You will be staying in Cabin 14." "Thank you," she replied with a smile, though it seemed lost on Mrs. Striker a she walked away to another member.

As Gen started to walk away, she hazarded a glance behind her. The other pack's bus was stopped behind theirs. Her stomach twisted into a knot as she thought about meeting them. She couldn't tell if the bus was full or empty, but she didn't want to wait and find out. She quickly diverted her eyes, and walked as quickly as she could to her cabin.

Once she found it, she stepped inside and looked around. It wasn't the most luxurious place, but it was nice and hat a homey, comfortable feel to it. Plopping her bags down next to her bed, looked out of her window for a moment. She then fell onto her bed, and just laid there looking at the ceiling for a few minutes. She snapped herself out of her thoughts after a few minutes, and set about unpacking and getting ready for tonight.