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Post by BloodyFangs on Jun 27, 2006 18:05:29 GMT -5
*Isabel did not run into Kyle on her way home, nor on her way to school the next morning, though it did not strike her strange at the time, for the day before had been the first time she had really spoken with him.
As Isabel and her class mates sat in homeroom before classes began, their teacher entered the room and announced that she had been instructed to tell them all something. It turns out that one of the students had been hospitalized and was currently in critical condition and therefore he and Kyle, his best friend, would not be attending school for a while. It was Trevor, though the reason for his condition was either unknown to the teachers, or they were withholding information.
Isabel sank into thought. As she sat silent while the other students talked excitedly about the news. Trevor must have been the boy she saw talking with Kyle the day before when she had bumped into him on her way to the lab. Isabel sighed. She felt bad for Trevor and wondered what could have happened to him. She also had sympathy toward Kyle, since he was Trevor's best friend.*
(I know this post really sucks, but I'm trying to keep the thread alive. I don't have any ideas to top yours either. =P)
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Post by econdha on Jun 28, 2006 4:43:01 GMT -5
OOC: The idea is that he's just flown home to California. I hope you don't mind me giving the RP a state. If you don't like it, well...Ignore it.
IC: The tags on Morgan's bags didn't match his destination, again. "This *pauk*ing airport sucks." He moaned as he explained for the third time, to an equally irate airline representative, why he had needed things like clothes on a trip to California. Finally, the manager took the phone and after a few brief angry comebacks, Morgan threw down the phone and stalked into his cousin Casey's hallway. " Dude, the *pauk*ing airport people are being a bunch of bitches. They don't know where my stuff is and they refuse to take me seriously. I'll bet they're friends with those damn people at the DMV." He bit his lip.
Casey had been nice enough to pick him up from the airport, but he didn't appreciate foul language in the house. "Dude, watch your mouth, my little sister's around." Casey murmured to him, pointing to the three year old gurgling on the floor, as if he'd asked him to 'not swear around the baby!' Casey noted Morgan's slight censoring the word *c'jit* to stuff. It was something Casey noticed since he'd been writing more seriously. He rose and walked to the phone.
"You've just got to know the people to call." He picked up the phone, shuffling through the yellow pages for a bit. "Look, you flew into Ontario, California, I bet the baggage handler read it Ontario, Canada. Happens all the time." He refered to the phonebook as he dialed. "The capital of Ontario is Toronto. There are 3 airports in Toronto, and Deerhorn has the name Dearborne." He nodded knowingly at his cousin as the phone began to ring. "Now we just see if they have any unclaimed baggage." He spoke into the for for 5 or 10 minutes and smiled at Morgan. "And there you are. We have a brown leather duffle bag with green trim, with the name "Morgan Nicholas, and the wrong airport information. We can bring a photo I.D. and pick it up at our proper airport at 10 in the morning."
"Wow. You are a total *pauk*ing showoff, man." Morgan raised his hands for Casey to toss him the phonebook. "Now, lets get some pizza."
At 2am the house was still as a tomb. Lights pulled up outside. A car door slammed. "Grab that bat. I'll check the back door." Casey whispered harshly to Morgan as they came down the stairs at top speed.
"Morgan Nicholas!" A voice screamed from outside. "I've got your *pauk*ing suitcase!" The soft, less than satisfying FUMP of a dufflebag hitting a front door was greated by two heads popping up in the bay window.
"Oh my god, I think it's that guy from the airport. The manager I talked to." Casey grimaced silently and gestured for Morgan to keep it down.
"You little bastard! You nearly got my fired from my job! They were gonna suspend me if I didn't *pauk*ing drive it up here to you." From the passanger seat of the unfamiliar car came a baseball bat. The angry little man from the airline charged up the walk, leaped up the front steps and landed with and overhead swing at the door. The stained glass shattered, spraying the inside hallway with reds and yellows.
"Holy *pauk*. The guy's gone insane!" The boys rose from their knees to a half crouch and fled across the room as the manager began beating his way through the bay window. Over the couch he came, swinging and cursing a blue streak. Casey took a clip across the ear and got tangled in Morgan's legs as he fell. The little man squealed ferally and raised the bat over his head again, ready to crush the skull of his victim.
From somewhere within Morgan came a far more feral snarl. He rose up and as he did so he seemed to expand. His arms seemed longer and suddenly he was standing over the little man by some 2 feet. He launched himself in a tackle, unusually long arms wrapping around the man's stomach. The man screamed and began pulling Morgan's hair. This just fueled his fear and his hands began twisting and wrenching. The manager's screams grew higher and more frantic. The sound of splintering bone and tearing flesh heralded a gushing shower of blood and the little mans body dangled in two useless pieces.
His horrified scream emerged from his body as a wordless roar. Victorious rather than regretful. Quicker than lightning he turned on the next closest victim. Casey was just coming to consciousness as his young cousin started towards him. Only startled puzzlement crossed his face before, in an instant it grew long and furry, his muscles bulged unnaturally, and he reached out a frighteningly strong paw. This paw he wrapped around Morgan's face, lifting him off the ground and holding him at arms length in the air. As a result, the top 3 inches of Morgan's head were through the plaster of the roof.
"You will learn that WE are not prey, little packmate." Though the younger monsters voice came out as only growling, his older cousins emerged as deep, coherent words. Morgan thrashed uselessly, plying his new claws against the other to pitiful effect. "I'm surprised you changed so soon, little packmate, you're still pretty...small." He appraised his diminutive captive. "But for tonight, you can't be out having more fun. I'd better bring you down to the basement and find a chain to put you on. Until you sleep this phase off."
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Post by The Vindicare on Jul 26, 2006 20:50:48 GMT -5
Name: Adam Lawson
Age: 15
Weight: 130lbs
Height: 6' 3"
Hair Color: Blond, ear length
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: White
Species: Garou
Tribe: Finnia
Contact with Garou: No
Moon Phase: New
Auspice:Ragabash
Clothing: Baggy Khaki cargo pants, blue shirt with a white undershirt, silver tennis Shoes, white socks, silver trimmed glasses
Personality: The nice guy, but kind of shy. Has a sense of humor and is not angered or offended easily. A straight A student, who prefers brains over brawn, and is very loyal to his friends ____________________________________________
Glabro form
Weight: 160
Height:7' 1"
Hair color: white-ish blonde
Eye color: Dark Blue
Clothing:Stretched a bit, but not to the point of ripping ----------------
Crinos form
Weight: 210
Height:9'5"
Hair color: White Fur covering whole body
Eye Color: Dark Blue ----------------
Hispo form
Weight: 150
height:4'5"
Hair color: White
Eye Color: Dark BLue -----------------
Lupus Form
Weight:130
Height:3 feet
Hair Color:white, gray-ish underbelly
Eye Color:Dark Blue
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Post by The Vindicare on Jul 26, 2006 21:00:36 GMT -5
Adam walked into his new homeroom. "Sorry I'm late*pant * Pant*." he gasped. " Oh, class, this is our new student, Adam Lawson". the teacher said."Adam, why don't you go take that empty seat next to Isabel." Adam walked to the desk he thought was his and sat down. He turned to the brown-haired girl next to him. "You are Isabel right?" he asked.
(sorry about the short post, didn't have much time)
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