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[carrie dee.]

|| I'm waiting for estia to post; if she doesn't by tomorrow I'll post anyways. ^-^ ||

[katniss,]

I need MoonBeamz to post... she is gone so I guess I will wait. c:

[indefinite.]

|| I'm waiting for estia to post; if she doesn't by tomorrow I'll post anyways. ^-^ ||

{{ it seems i'm waiting for estia too. i hope she doesn't quit. if she does, i'll have our charries be paired up then, sound good finn? c: }}

[carrie dee.]

|| Definitely, mah dear. c: ||

[saorsa-]

{ Ach. So I was going to post for Hanna, but I have
a headache and can't really see straight, so I'm gonna hold off
until later, when I'm feeling better. :[ Sorry for inconviences. }

[moon.]

|| AHH so sorry! This camp is really taking it out of me. I can barely open my eyes. I'll post around 10:30-11:00 EST tonight. c: ||

[capricious]

{ ugh, I had a whole post written out, and then Google Chrome crashed on me and told me I had to restart my computer, and I kind of gave up on writing a post for the day, sorry about that.

a few questions, though: what month is it, and what city are we in? }

{ . arienna "kay" rose.

gender: female.
status: awake.
paired to: noah fleishmen

❝i believe
everyone has
a story to tell.
it's just a matter
of whether or not
anyone will
listen.❞

The elegant brunette lay with her arms outstretched behind her head as she stared at the patterns on the ceiling, tracing them with her eyes. It was early morning, but she was still exhausted, and she had no idea why. Actually, she did have a clue; it was that lovely little curse some group of twisted people had decided to place on twenty teens. While not entirely unbearable, it was mentally taxing, and somewhat physically draining as well. Keeping up with a lion wasn't an easy task, and she was convinced that she would easily be able to outrun an Olympic runner if this were to continue. She felt fortunate, though, that they were able to make compromises on things, rather than being constantly at odds, they way she was sure some might be. Still, just like she knew how staying still went against every fibre of Noah's being, the idea of being dependent on someone else was something she couldn't stand. She detested feeling powerless, and powerless she was, the moment she stepped a millimeter more than twenty feet away from Noah.

She supposed it could be worse, though. If this sort of magic was possible in the world, then at least she wasn't bound to some ravenous demon who wanted to digest her soul. And she rather liked lions, too, or animals of any sort.

Her parents, on the other hand ... she swallowed a grimace. Her mother didn't mind all that much, as long as she pursued her 'talents' ... which was actually another problem subject -- what was she going to do about Idyllwild? Her family had much more than enough to support her even if she didn't end up with a decent career, but asking for that type of support was out of question; an absolute taboo, in her mind. Her father ... appreciated that she had found someone whom he thought she was "genuinely considering". She had never really cared for a serious relationship before, not that she was exactly considering it now, but she could see why he was rather pleased. However, he didn't enjoy the fact that she was taking time out of her studies.

Kay heard Noah's voice from outside her bedroom, shoved the thoughts out of her mind, and chuckled quietly, as amused as a person could be in the situation. His voice was filled with drowsy urgency; he must've just woken up. She ran her fingers through her hair quickly, having already been dressed. The white t-shirt that she grabbed on her way out was for Noah, remembering the last time the need to be out in the open set in. It was highly likely that he wasn't dressed yet, and she didn't need any of their neighbors thinking that they were insane. They probably were, but that was beside the point.

She opened the door and tossed him the garment, and she intended to mumble a "good morning", but a sudden yawn blurred the word 'morning'. Her long, dark lashes brushed her face as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision of the blurry dots that had suddenly appeared. The brunette offered him a smile as she pulled her hair into a messy bun.

"Alright, where to?" she inquired, "and how are we going to make it work this time?"

seth avery king // wolf . }

gender: male.
status: impatient.
paired to: catherine fray.

"don't wait around
for a fairy tale
to happen.
make your own
dreams come true."

Seth rather enjoyed being a wolf, and his muzzle was curled in an expression of thoughtfulness as he paced along the length of the hallway. His sleek, long legs propelled him over the ground with more grace than any human could muster. The dark gray of his fur shimmered black, and then silver, with every stride he took. His green eyes were expressive, tinged with golden. Muscled shoulders sloped down to neat, powerful haunches, and his feathery plumed tail shifted from side to side.

His ears were pricked as he made his way to stand outside Cat's door, and shook his head at the irony. The Cat who was forced to be with the dog, or wolf, in his case. His dark nose wrinkled with distaste at the entire arrangement; he was not a pawn to be tossed around. He didn't even like being around other people, for crying out loud. Being tied down, almost literally in his case, was not his cup of tea, a fact he'd made his parents plainly aware of every time they spoke, which, fortunately for them, wasn't often. He'd even tested to see if the curse was true, once, and being stubborn as he was, he'd gritted his teeth and tried to resist the agony at first. He moved a foot farther than he should've been able to, something that he considered a record amongst his kind. The result of that extra foot was him becoming bedridden for a week and grudgingly resigning to reality.

"Cat? Up yet?" Seth called, impatient to be outside, preferably running in the park, or maybe a nice iced latte at Starbucks. He shifted back into a human as he considered his options, tugging on his already-messy dark golden locks. As much as he enjoyed being a wolf, if he wanted to remain in that form, he'd need to wear a collar in public places. The rule was as stupid as it was demeaning, especially because a collar usually meant a leash, and a leash usually meant that a person had to hold said leash. And it would be obvious just how ridiculous that notion was, if only the rest of the world knew about their predicament -- where was he going to go? He'd stray a full twenty feet at most, unless he wanted another black-out.

He heard her cell phone vibrate as she received a message, and he guessed that if she wasn't up before, she was definitely up now. The blonde checked his own iPhone and sent a quick 'g'morning' to Kay. They'd been friends since they were eight, when the Roses first adopted her, and she was like his sister. It almost didn't surprise him that she'd been chosen as one of the people to be paired with a shifter; his parents had been all-too-eager to involve her in their world; she was the daughter they'd never had. He wasn't resentful of that, but he did hold disdain for the fact that they'd basically forced this upon her.

"I'd like to leave right about now," he added in frustration when she didn't answer. The irritation he had previously tried to suppress was seeping through slightly. Patience was a virtue, but he certainly wouldn't have a need for it if not for this stupid curse. He sighed and raised his hand to rap on the door once again.

[je ; t a i m e]

j a n u a r y.
{{ and i swear, we
were i n f i n i t e

January followed Cain - as if a puppy would its owner, ironically, she often trailed him rather than leading - and unlocked the car. She flung open the door of her black Suburban, an SUV with too much room for two eighteen year olds, and immediately pushed the key into the ignition. She smirked at Cain's rolling down of his window. He reminded January of a puppy, almost, how much he loved having a window open no matter the weather. The fact that he could change into a wolf supported that, as well, but the window was what started it. She secured her seat belt over her shoulder and pressed on the gas pedal, and off they were, heading towards the nearest Starbucks.
The dark - haired girl nodded in thanks at Cain's gentlemanly gesture of opening the car door for her. She stepped out of the SUV and, again, allowed him to lead the way. Inside, she ordered a small { or, in coffee lingo, a ' tall ' } iced coffee, topped off with mounds of whipped cream and caramel, and sat down in front of Cain at the small table. She glared down at the drink vehemently. January'd ordered it on a whim, unawares of the unnecessary sugar - and calories - that came with it. " This coffee in unacceptable. Absolutely ridiculous. " She dropped the entire cup into the trashcan that was next to the door leading outside, which was also next to their table, before turning back to face Cain and answer his question. " Not really. I mean, we could pick up some coffee for you, and I need to grab some food for the cats, but that can wait if there's anything you need to do. " 
When January referred to her cats, she was speaking of her little clan of them. There were nine altogether : Elmo , Cookie Monster { aka Cookie }, Annabella, Snowdrop, Felix, Carolina, Forrest, Venus, and Zeus. January loved and obsessed over each of them passionately. They all hated Cain, though ; they could understand that, in some way, he was canine. So January preferred to keep her shape - shifter companion and her feline companions separate.

{Fail post is fail. :<}

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[saorsa-]

нαηηα

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"Happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can't even wear a tshirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably more accurate. And then at some point late, late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns cool and when ...you briefly wake up, you notice that you're almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it's that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what's warm- whether it's something or someone- toward us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being safe in the world and ready for sleep, that's happiness."

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Sighing softly, an almost imperceptable sound, Hanna knelt down so that she was face to face with Daniel in his canine form. She was close, but not too close, maybe a little less than a foot away. After all she'd done, Hanna didn't really feel like making him mad by getting too close. For the briefest of moments, Hanna searched his eyes, possibly trying to understand what she saw there. She knew that understanding was the key to getting along, but it was hard when he had so many damn walls built up. Not wanting to see like she was prying, she turned her head away, just the slightest bit, avoiding looking him in the eyes any longer. "Hey," she chuckled, pulling the leash out of his gleaming canine teeth. With nimble fingers, she slipped the collar over his head. "I'm really sorry," she whispered so only he could hear. After all, she didn't need people thinking she was crazy - holding conversations with her...with her... canine companion. Hanna offered an apologetic smile. "Is there anything I can do," she began, turning away from him and heading towards the nearest park bench. Once there, she tossed the leash and collar into one of the green trash bins nearby. "to make it up to you?" she finished, settling down on the park bench, and turning her attention back to Daniel. Patting the empty spot next to her, she made it clear that she wanted him to sit beside her on the bench, although she said nothing, also showing that the decision was up to him.
Hanna glanced around, looking in particular, in the general direction of the woods, eyeing the dark spaces between the trees almost warily. She'd never been a "believer of the supernatural," that is, until she met Daniel and watched him shift. It was hard for her, to accept that there might be other things out there, things bigger and faster and stronger than Daniel or the other shifters. Speaking of the others, there was something she'd been meaning to ask him. "So, um, exactly how many of you are there?" Closing her eyes, Hanna used her thumb and forefinger to pinch the bridge of her nose, annoyed at her lack of better wording. "I didn't mean it like-" pause "If you don't mind me asking," she finally huffed, deciding that he would know what she meant. Well, hopefully he wouldn't take what she had said the wrong way.
Hanna looked down at her hands, twisting almost nervously of their own accord in her lap. Untangling her fingers, she reached up to play with the ends of her dark hair. She sighed softly again, glancing around once more. She could feel her muscles tightening, getting stiff from sitting for so long. She usually didn't detour to sit on a bench when she was supposed to be running. But underneath the stiffness, there was the familiar ache that came from pushing her muscles to the limit, and ache she'd quite missed in the past month. Maybe there was some way to compromise with Daniel, instead of just dragging him along with her? Even if she couldn't run everyday, maybe twice a week, maybe more, maybe less. Who knows?
Shrugging, she leaned forward, stretching out the muscles in her lower back before standing up and facing Daniel. "C'mon, let's go home," she murmured in her usual quiet manner. Spinning on her heel, she picked up the pace once more, glancing over her shoulder a couple of times at first to make sure that she didn't stray too far from Daniel. Once she fell into her familiar pace, she didn't glance back as much. By the time they reached the apartment building, Hanna was slightly red-faced. She doubled over, elbows on her knees, long dark hair obscuring some of her face. Grimacing, she leaned back, placing the palms of her hands against the wall and bring her left leg forward, stretching out her calf muscles. Before meeting Daniel, she ran every morning, sometimes every other morning, but usually every morning. But since she'd learned of their curse, she hadn't been able to get out for a run, one thing in particular that had been driving her crazy. But the long month that had passed since the curse, had left her more out of shape than usual, although she was considerably more athletic than some of the other girls her age.
Upon finishing her stretching, Hanna opened the door for Daniel, gesturing for him to lead the way up the stairs to their apartment. She followed at a leisurely pace, content to take her time. For a bit, she considered asking him when he was going to change back, but Hanna thought better of it, deciding that she had bothered him enough for one day. She put the key into the lock and let them both back into their home.

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cαιη

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{ I'll have to write up Cain's tomorrow morning sometime. I had started to work on the post, and then I hit the delete button, and it caused the page to go back. =_= So now I have no muse to re-write what I already wrote. Sorry Alaska. xP

*mutters* Dumb computer. }

[mint.]

[ orchard has never posted, so should I just write something anyways? ]

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The blonde chewed her hair nervously. Staring at him, she thought if random things, questions. It made her feel awkward. What should I say? She questioned in her mind. The thought took her back to her ex. The though of him made her cry. No... She swept her bangs away from her forehand. No.

Addie watched the shifter, curious. Of course she's read Twilight, with the werewolves and all. He once said he was a canine shifter, which made her think of Jacob. Protective and sweet. Addie wondered if Nick was like that. Releasing the lock of hair from her fingertips, the girl slowly began to move, like something made her uncomfortable. Shifting slightly, Addie settled down. The colour of the dining room chairs was supposed to make the room look soft, but why did it make her feel afraid?

Turning to her partner, she opened her mouth, hoping one of her talking sprees was about to begin. Trying to make it less awkward, she finally coughed. Blushing, she turned to stare at the pastel walls, trying to cover her pink cheeks with her golden hair.

Addie thought hard. Such a talkative person like her become so speechless- how embarrassing. Addie wondered if he felt the same. Come on Addie. Its not that hard, her brain told her, almost sounding annoyed to her. What's so hard?

Tightening her fist, then loosening it, Addie smiled softly, before turning to Nick. Trying to not meet his gaze, she coughed out a soft "Morning", before looking down. Then she looked back up.

"So, what are you in the mood for?" She asked, slightly hesitant. Why did she say that? Did he eat normal food, like huam food? Questions filled her brain again, and no answer was provided. Knowing her cheeks will flush a light pink again, Addie hoped Nick won't notice. It didn't matter what she ate for breakfast. Addie didn't eat much anyways.

Waiting for a response, Addie let her fingers mess with her curls. Twirling the ends of a strand, she watched him, her eyes curious of his actions. Hoping she wasn't being too annoying, Addie didn't say anything, and just waited.

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