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by Royalburden on Wed Mar 05, 2014 8:24 am
Jack stirred, awoken by the cold damp of water seeping through the clothes he so neatly tangled himself in. His long body writhed and Jack transformed, crouching in the dirt. His shirt slipped off his shoulder and he slipped it on over his head. "Do you mind? In case you haven't realized I don't do so well with cold and wet so please....drip elsewhere."
Jack was in a particularly grumpy mood, it wasn't difficult to tell. He'd awoken in the middle of a forest after escaping a laboratory likely with enough manpower and budget to catch and kill all three of them then start all over with new more obedient victims. This was not the way he wanted things to be. Jack stood up, looking particularly scrawny in the over sized janitor's uniform. He rubbed vigorously at a mud stain on the pant leg. "Now what? You're free just like you wanted, what's your grand plan now?"
Meanwhile, Derek jumped slightly as Aramay barreled past him in a panic and dropped the stick he'd previously been using to corral a beetle into a makeshift arena (really just a circle of twigs). He watched her panic for a moment, knowing it was probably best not to approach her or try to restrain her in any way. She was clearly in shock.
"Are you done panicking?" He asked simply after she'd run into the tree. "Just take it easy, I'm not going to hurt you. If I was I'd probably have done it by now, you where pretty much free pray out there last night."
His accent was very slightly southern as if he'd just recently had a long vacation in the south. He had dark brown hair that looked black when the sun wasn't shining through it that was short but not styled in any way. There where little flecks of gray that made him look older than he was but his face wasn't aged at all. In fact he had the sort of face that always looked like he was making a joke of things, as if there was always a smile hidden under the seriousness. His eyes where a unique breed of hazel that looked almost honey colored against the pupil, as if his eyes constantly leaked wolf into his human face. As for his body, he was built like a stereotypical athlete. Strong and healthy. He wouldn't look out of place with some sort of varsity jacket but of course instead of such he was dressed like some sort of lumber jack.
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