"Yes, alpha. Nora Hallwood is no more. I could not have completed my task had it not been for your file." Eaton spoke with respect. He glanced up briefly, before looking to the file.
~°~ The Unsafe World - A Werewolf Role Play ~°~
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"Yes, alpha. Nora Hallwood is no more. I could not have completed my task had it not been for your file." Eaton spoke with respect. He glanced up briefly, before looking to the file.
Caleb nodded, pleased with what he was hearing. "I see." He replied, as his nose picked up the strong scent of blood that resided in Eaton's shirt, 'Human. Female. Nora. '
Now that he knew that Eaton wasn't lieing, he didn't have to kill him for failing. "Very well then, just hand me the file and go do whatever you wish, I don't care." He said sternly.
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Eaton handed Caleb the file across his desk and nodded slightly as he turned to go. He walked silently to the door, slipped out and closed it just as quietly. He took a deep breath and headed back to his own room, not feeling very social at the moment.
Once Eaton left, Caleb leaned down and opened a drawer. Grabbing a stamp and ink pad, then placing it on his desk. He brought the file closer and grabbed the stamp, pressed it against the pad and slammed it on top of the file.
DECEASED
Caleb smirked to himself, "One less problem in this corrupt world."
He got up from his chair, grabbed a key from a key holder on the wall and walked over to to a file cabinet, file in hand. He unlocked a drawer and inside, full of stamped files such as Nora's. He placed it inside and closed it shut, locking it once again like the many times before and for the ones to come.
DECEASED
Caleb smirked to himself, "One less problem in this corrupt world."
He got up from his chair, grabbed a key from a key holder on the wall and walked over to to a file cabinet, file in hand. He unlocked a drawer and inside, full of stamped files such as Nora's. He placed it inside and closed it shut, locking it once again like the many times before and for the ones to come.
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(@-@ I thought the werewolves were supposed to be unknown, so they're not hunted by everyone. XD)
Alex chuckled lightly.
"Alex, you're back!" The twins said in unison, in a surprised tone, as they went over and sat by Alex. "Where were you?" Paiden continued.
Alex gave a quick "aha", before deciding what to say. "Well, it was mostly business."
"Mostly?" Peter chuckled.
Alex chuckled too, but didn't say much more about the matter. Instead, he changed subjects. "So, how long has he-" He motioned toward Damian. "-been here?"
Paiden and Peter stopped grinning as they turned to Damian. They had almost completely forgotten about him, Tate, the curse, and everything that had happened.
"Well, a bit..." Peter said, showing no happy expressions whatsoever.
Alex automatically picked up on Peter and Paiden's behaviour. He furrowed his brow. "What's wrong? What happened?"
Paiden looked up at Alex. "Tate... Tate came for Damian... and he killed almost half the pack-"
"Tate?!" Alex said, angrily.
Paiden nodded, and Peter continued from where his brother had stopped. "He did get Damian, but we- well, Tara -got him back. But... But he might be cursed.."
Alex slammed his fist onto the table, knocking his beer off; which shattered the bottle. He turned to Damian, with anger in his eyes. "You were a mistake."
He stood up and left the room, crunching over the broken glass.
Paiden and Peter looked at each other, then at Damian. They didn't say anything. They couldn't say anything. They couldn't tell Damian that Alex didn't mean it, because they knew he did, and they actually agreed with him. Damian was a mistake; he had only brought pain to the pack.
"I.. I'm going to clean this glass up," Peter said, getting up and fetching cleaning materials.
Paiden glaced at Damian, before clearing his throat and getting up. He didn't know what to do, but he knew that he had to do something. He wandered off into a different room, with no exact purpose to do so.
Peter swept the glass up, not making any eye contact with Damian.
("You were a mistake." I kind of feel really bad. XD)
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Alex reached Tara's door. He knocked his fist against it. "Tara, let me in."
Tara let out a light breath, before opening the door. She looked up at Alex.
"What happened to your hair? More importantly, what happened with Tate and that kid?" He asked, pushing his way into her room and closing the door behind himself.
Tara didn't want to speak, but even she knew not to upset Alex. "Everything was going okay, Damian was doing well, but Tate showed up. I think he said something about Damian killing one of his pack's members? Then, he killed our friends and kidnapped Damian. But, Damian was somehow released a few hours later. I didn't know anything about the curse until I had brought him back."
Alex rubbed his chin as he paced. Eventually, he turned to face her. "One last question: Do you think he's dangerous?"
Tara looked up at Alex, "No, I don't..."
Alex gave a quick nod, before leaving Tara's room. He turned back and called to her, before she had a chance to close the door. "Don't shut yourself away. You don't deserve to be alone, especially not at a time like this."
He left without another word, this time heading for his office.
Tara sat down on her bed, head in her hands. She wasn't crying, just... broken.
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Amber nodded in agreement, giving a very short, small, light, smile. "T-Thank you."
She wobbled over to her mother and lifted one end of her body, waiting for Stephen to lift the other end, so they could take her to the nearest green and bury her.
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(Read this, it's important. XD)
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Melody giggled to herself as she danced around her motel room. She had been drinking, or what she would consider "celebrating".
She looked down at her necklace, grinning. The pink liquid swished around inside, slowly settling. She looked up at the mirror in front of her and let a twisted smiled consume her face. Oh Alex, if only you knew.
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Ash let his eyes slowly open as he groaned with displeasure. He couldn't sleep properly; he kept having nightmares about Eaton, and flashbacks of his torture.
He rolled over, staring at the bracelet on his wrist. I'd be dead right now if it wasn't for Amber and this bracelet. He sighed.
(That jackalope is still in the trunk of his car... 0-0
)
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Leo had been watching the world go by, just sitting on the bench.
An old, homeless, man sat beside him. "What's wrong, boy? Got somethin' on your mind?"
Leo looked at the old man with confusion.
"You can tell an old man like me. I won't remember anything long enough to tell anyone." The old man joked.
Leo smiled at the man, understanding his kind gesture. "Thank you, but my problems are many."
The old man leaned back on the bench. "Son, I don't have anything else. The least I can do in this life is help."
Leo understood what the man was trying to convey, but he didn't know if it was right to share his problems with a human. "My family and friends; they are going to be killed. And I can't do anything to stop it."
The old man patted Leo on the shoulder. "The only thing you can't do is nothing."
Leo turned to the man, showing blatant confusion.
The old man chuckled, then stood up and took off. "You'll understand."
Leo sighed, shaking his head. He didn't understand.
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Freya stood outside the Maccon hideout, not daring to go inside. She knew someone would smell Conall on her, and she would be branded a traitor. She stared at the door, trying to think of something to do or some excuse she could use. But she had nothing.
Before she could even react, Athena appeared in front of her and reached for her face, cupping her left cheek with one hand. Freya's face glowed a warm orange as the mark burned into her cheek. "The last has been chosen."
She then disappeared from Freya's sight.
Freya stared wide-eyed into the space where Athena stood. "Wh-What just happened?!"
She pulled her compact mirror out of her pocket and looked at her face, immediately noticing the mark. "What is that?!" She covered it over with her left hand and put the mirror back in her pocket. I'm dead. I smell like Conall and I have this on my face.... Judith is going to kill me. I need to cover it up before anyone sees.
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Melody giggled to herself as she danced around her motel room. She had been drinking, or what she would consider "celebrating".
She looked down at her necklace, grinning. The pink liquid swished around inside, slowly settling. She looked up at the mirror in front of her and let a twisted smiled consume her face. Oh Alex, if only you knew.
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Ash let his eyes slowly open as he groaned with displeasure. He couldn't sleep properly; he kept having nightmares about Eaton, and flashbacks of his torture.
He rolled over, staring at the bracelet on his wrist. I'd be dead right now if it wasn't for Amber and this bracelet. He sighed.
(That jackalope is still in the trunk of his car... 0-0
)---
Leo had been watching the world go by, just sitting on the bench.
An old, homeless, man sat beside him. "What's wrong, boy? Got somethin' on your mind?"
Leo looked at the old man with confusion.
"You can tell an old man like me. I won't remember anything long enough to tell anyone." The old man joked.
Leo smiled at the man, understanding his kind gesture. "Thank you, but my problems are many."
The old man leaned back on the bench. "Son, I don't have anything else. The least I can do in this life is help."
Leo understood what the man was trying to convey, but he didn't know if it was right to share his problems with a human. "My family and friends; they are going to be killed. And I can't do anything to stop it."
The old man patted Leo on the shoulder. "The only thing you can't do is nothing."
Leo turned to the man, showing blatant confusion.
The old man chuckled, then stood up and took off. "You'll understand."
Leo sighed, shaking his head. He didn't understand.
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Freya stood outside the Maccon hideout, not daring to go inside. She knew someone would smell Conall on her, and she would be branded a traitor. She stared at the door, trying to think of something to do or some excuse she could use. But she had nothing.
Before she could even react, Athena appeared in front of her and reached for her face, cupping her left cheek with one hand. Freya's face glowed a warm orange as the mark burned into her cheek. "The last has been chosen."
She then disappeared from Freya's sight.
Freya stared wide-eyed into the space where Athena stood. "Wh-What just happened?!"
She pulled her compact mirror out of her pocket and looked at her face, immediately noticing the mark. "What is that?!" She covered it over with her left hand and put the mirror back in her pocket. I'm dead. I smell like Conall and I have this on my face.... Judith is going to kill me. I need to cover it up before anyone sees.
(Some pretend to be human and just try to live the same life as them. So they're hidden. They get attention if they kill, just like humans. That's why Tate and his lil group wore masks to conceal their identity. Then hunters give them a nickname and go after them. But sometimes they grow suspicious if they think a werewolf acting like a human is acting quirky.)
Damian got up and emotionlessly walked out of the kitchen and went to his room. He closed the door behind him and went through his satchel. He grabbed a book and took a seat on his bed, flipped to where the bookmark he left the last time he read and started where he left off. He just contained his emotions like he always did, when his mother died, when he was bullied for always being alone, and for what was going on right now. It was his fault so many people lost their lives to Tate.
I should've just let myself get killed in that alleyway...
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Stephen smiled back, in a more radiant way, "Your welcome" he replied. Seeing that Amber lifted up one end of Nora, he went and lifted up the other end with one arm, struggling to hold on while he had the shovel in his other hand.
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Judith then accidentally rolled off her bed and landed with a large 'THUD'. She groaned from the impact, making her wake up. She slowly got up to her feet drawly walked over to the restroom and looked in the mirror.
"You look so amazing" she grinned sleepily at her mess of a reflection. Her natural, wavy-ish blonde hair returned into a horrible bed head. Her lipstick was badly smeared and some of her makeup, such as mascara had faded away. She turned on the sink and washed her face, ridding it of her destroyed makeup. After, she undressed out of her sun smelling, dried-bloodied clothes and jumped into the shower.
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Hunter awoke from the loud buzzing noise of his alarm clock. He was under many blankets and couldn't reach out to the snooze button. But only for the blankets to accidentally knock the alarm off the table and break. Hunter muttered under his breath and threw off the blankets, then jumped off the bed in a quick fashion. He bent down, picking up the alarm and inspecting it. The screen that protected the numbers was fractured, but it wasn't to severe to stop it from working. "I'll repair it later he muttered, still slightly sleepy since he was up very late, waiting for Damian to text or call back, but it never happened so he went to sleep. He yawned as he glanced out his dorm room window, seeing the sun slowly rising.
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After Tate saw the slight piece of sun, he was satisfied. As he headed back to his pack hideout, he grabbed a quick bite to eat for breakfast.
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(Oh, okay, that makes more sense. XD)
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(OH DAMIAN, I'M SO SORRY. EHHHH.)
Tara stood up, staring at the door. Maybe I should check on Damian... It is my fault, after all...
She walked over to the door and placed her hand on the handle. She sighed, then took a deep breath in. What's the worst that can happen?
She opened the door and quickly walked to Damian's room, not wanting to be stopped by anyone else. As she reached his door, her hands started to tremble. What if he is cursed? What if he- No. Everything will be fine. Damian is kind. He wouldn't hurt anyone without reason, cursed or not. She knocked on his door without further hesitation. "Damian? It's Tara."
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Amber shuffled quietly toward the green, carrying her mother.
When they eventually reached the green, Amber carefully placed her mother on the floor, then looked up at Stephen. "Hand me the shovel, I'll dig first."
(Don't ya dare Stephen. Man up. XD)
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Freya crept into the Maccon hideout, avoid as many people as possible. She slowly crept past Judith's room, mentally begging. Please don't come out. Please don't.
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Alexander sat at his desk, tapping a pen on the table. He was stressed about his pack, Melody, and Judith. Surprisingly, he wasn't as concerned with Damian anymore. He trusted Tara's judgement - if she didn't view him as a threat, nor did he.
He sighed, glancing down at the number written on his hand. Melody. I guess I should at least text... He pulled out his phone and typed in the number, then worked on a text message.
-Hello Melody-
Nope, too formal. Backspace.
-Hey Melody! How are you?-
Too enthusiastic.
-Hey Melody, how are you?-
Seems good... Send.
Alex leaned back in his chair, accidently falling asleep.
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Melody heard the ping of her phone receiving a text. She opened her eyes and reached out for the phone, unplugging the charging cable. She pushed the power button, squinting as the bright light hit her eyes. She unlocked it and checked her text.
-Alex: Hey Melody, how are you?-
She squealed with delight, sitting up in the bed. "Ah ha ha ha ha haaaa~ Finally!!"
She fell back onto the bed, letting her head hit the pillow, then began to type a reply.
-Hey Alex! I'm pretty good. I'm glad I got to see you today! How are you?-
Sennndddd~
He sighed, glancing down at the number written on his hand. Melody. I guess I should at least text... He pulled out his phone and typed in the number, then worked on a text message.
-Hello Melody-
Nope, too formal. Backspace.
-Hey Melody! How are you?-
Too enthusiastic.
-Hey Melody, how are you?-
Seems good... Send.
Alex leaned back in his chair, accidently falling asleep.
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Melody heard the ping of her phone receiving a text. She opened her eyes and reached out for the phone, unplugging the charging cable. She pushed the power button, squinting as the bright light hit her eyes. She unlocked it and checked her text.
-Alex: Hey Melody, how are you?-
She squealed with delight, sitting up in the bed. "Ah ha ha ha ha haaaa~ Finally!!"
She fell back onto the bed, letting her head hit the pillow, then began to type a reply.
-Hey Alex! I'm pretty good. I'm glad I got to see you today! How are you?-
Sennndddd~
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(Nicky, does Eaton need someone to RP with? :3)
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