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[:Joey:]

Fae looked at her and gave a half smile, before looking at the waitress, "Mountain Dew, please," She said in a voice no louder than a whisper, trying to force herself to speak to her this time.
Gazing over at Mercy, she smiled, "Ms. Mercy, I'm not good with compliments at all, but you're really sweet for this," She told her, though her voice remained shaky.

Rubi paused, and kept her back to Marc, pressing the pads of her fingers to the scar that contorted her face. "I'd have to work with manual labor, nothing small like a store, they wouldn't hire me with this," She told him in a murmur, still touching the puckered scar on her face, just now realizing how bad it really was now that she was living a normal human life.

[nyctomancy]

jackdaw || lead spy || [will] work at the local bar || where [joe's bar and grill] || with [mercy, fae]

jackdaw sighed, giving in. "oh alright," he replied, before folding up the precious money and tucking it into the front pocket of his jacket. zipping up the space, he patted the pocket as if reassuring himself that he was really carrying around five hundred dollars in cash. first investment; a wallet. the white-haired werewolf had other plans, as well. investing in a library card, buying some journals, a variety of things. "i'll take a double swiss burger," he told the waitress, blue orbs darting up from the menu. "just cheese, mushrooms, and onions please. chef salad on the side."

[ThatPersonWithaFace]

Draven nodded at Jack's words and opened his mouth to reply but the line went dead before he could. Being British he couldn't help but consider that rude but he had to remind himself he wasn't in Britian anymore. He rolled his eyes a bit before going into the kitchen and smiled at the two. "Mercy, Fae, and Jack are at a steak house if the two of you want to join me to meet up with them. Lily it will be a good time for you to meet the others and be a good way for you to get out of the house Landry


(Sorry no Adonis, tablet dieing )

[♚ M I U ♚]

(Sad face!!!!)

[:Joey:]

Fae pursed her lips, "Just a Caesar salad," She murmured, keeping her head low down, averting eye contact. She handed her menu over and rested her arms at her sides, not really sure what to do now, besides wait. She glanced up at Mercy and then at Jack, smiling softly at each of them.
"Thank you," She murmured to Mercy.

[mabrazz]

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name :: landry green
rank :: delta
mate :: deceased
mood :: depressed
location :: kitchen
with :: Draven and Lilly
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Landry shook his head at Lilly, giving her a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry. I'm more of a thinker nowadays. Forgive me if I seem rude because that's the last thing I want you to think." He smiled a bit wider then scratched the stubble on his cheek. He glanced over to Draven when the alpha spoke. "No, thank you." He didn't feel like a crowded steak house was what he needed right then. "Don't feel like dealin' with a crowd," he added, hoping and praying Draven wouldn't make him go.

[♚ M I U ♚]

Mercy watched the waitress go before flashing a smile at the two across from her. "Don't mention it, and just don't spend it all in one place." She advised her eyes drifting over the people in the bar as her foot boobed once more her legs crossed. Pulling out her cell phone she took a picture of the two then a picture of herself. Knowing they might wonder what she was doing she simply replied,"Making memories." She shrugged her shoulders awkwardly before sipping on her Dr. Pepper lost for words now.

Marc frowned getting up he walked over to Rubi gently turning her around to face him by her waist. "Do not hide behind that scar Rubi. Your beautiful as it defines your character better then you know. Let it boast to the world that you can do anything - survive anything. It doesn't change anything for you- for me." He whispered to her running a finger along the scar before capturing her lips lifting her up to sit her down on the counter by her waist. Once she was comfortable he deepened the kiss his hands finding her mane of hair.

[nyctomancy]

jackdaw || lead spy || [will] work at the local bar || where [joe's bar and grill] || with [mercy, fae]

when mercy snapped a photo of him, jackdaw glanced quizzically at the woman. eventually he shrugged. he didn't really like the idea of people taking pictures of him without asking first, but if it was for 'memories' he supposed he could oblique. with a sigh, the whitette fiddled with his thumbs, boredom sinking it. the excitement from earlier and worn off, and now he wasn't sure what to do, or say. conversations weren't always the spy's forte, though he did excel in other areas. but going 'soooooo...' certainly wouldn't help anything, and so he held his tongue.

[♚ M I U ♚]

Mercy slipped her phone back into her pocket before playing her elbows on the table, and her chin in her hands. "Soooo.." She said with a smile towards Jackdaw. He was obviously bored, and fighting against saying probably what she just said. She turned her gaze over to Fae a frown suddenly on her lips. "I hate to pry Fae, but why exactly is your father looking for you? Hm, how is this. Lets each tell one thing about our past before the others get here."

[:Joey:]

Fae sat rigid as she took the photo, not used to that kind of attention, now.
"I, uh, what," She said, blinking through her shock. Watching Mercy, she gave a soft smile, "I love how pretty your style is," She told her, admiring her outfit, while she sat here in a pair of black skinny jeans, an oversized hoodie and a black tank top beneath, and a pair of vans.
She didn't dress all cute like others, she dressed for her comfort.
She heard Mercy's question and her already pale face drained of all color, "I-uh, he. I," She stammered, then took a moment, lowering her head to the table to compose herself. Sitting back up straight, she opened her white lips, "He uh, used to beat me, really bad," She told her, clearing her throat, "And I ran away, that's how I found you guys, and now he's looking for me again, I guess.." She said, and moved the collar of her jacket over only slightly so her thin shoulder was exposed, and right on her left collarbone was a burn scar, about the size of a half-dollar, "Can you see why I panicked now?" She inquired much more quietly, "He hated that I was different,"
Lifting her head a bit more to look Jack dead in the eye, she opened her mouth, "You have white hair to remind you of your family, I have white hair to hide from mine," And with that, the girl fell silent.

Rubi smiled up at Marc, barely feeling his touch along the scar tissue. Closing her eyes against his fingers, she gasped when he lifted her onto the counter, about to protest until his lips were on hers, and her mind stilled.
She smiled against his lips, her hand finding the back of his neck, and resting there, fingers gently grazing the skin there, while her other hand went into his hair, and she ran her fingers through it. She enjoyed this, making breakfast for Marc, enjoying each other's company, and no concern about wolves.