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[mr.robot]

[ MONROE | FEMALE | HUMAN | PANSEXUAL | TAGS; OPEN ]

It wasn't totally uncommon for foster children to run away from their homes. The most likely culprits were children who came into the system via abuse or neglect cases, orphans and the like, but sometimes the kids who had good lives would run too, it was just a matter of decision on their part. When her little brother went missing, his body still healing from the unknown attacks he had suffered, his mind nowhere near as stable as he would eventually become in his adult body, unable to control his temper, the search lasted barely a month before a mentally ill orphan was written off as either safe and sound or dead. Monroe wouldn't accept that. She couldn't. Upon hearing the decision, she began to concoct a plan that would not be put into action for the next two years - within that time, her brother had found a 'family' of sorts, but she didn't know that.

Monroe had wandered through several states and cities, crossing borders with ease, respecting her parents enough to call them whenever she had the chance. They didn't particularly agree with her obsession with finding her brother, even though they loved him too, but they had allowed her to roam the world in search of him. Her heart had broken when she woke up to find him gone, and she wouldn't be the same until they were reunited, neither of them would, and so, Monroe strode through the streets, knocking on doors and walking into bars, pubs, cafes to ask if her brother was in the area, or if anybody had seen him. Her next big destination was the city school, figuring that he had possibly enrolled himself. Macks had always wanted to be something of a scientist, and it made sense to her. First, she would try the local bar, wondering if her brother had managed to sneak himself in and drink illegally.

Monroe had two photos - one of her own, a 15 year old Macks, his eyes broken but a smile on his face, and one of 18 year old Macks that she had managed to acquire when she spotted him a year back. She was never able to find him after that, but her search continued. The blonde strode up to the bar, slammed two copies of the photos down, and addressed the nearest barman. "Here's my phone number," She was scribbling it down on the back of one of the photos. "He's my brother and he's been missing for four years. Please, if anyone has information, call me, text me, I'll owe you forever." She was standing next to Ashlynn and Vincent, but addressing an entirely different barman. "I have to keep looking for him - keep these, tack them up, thank you." And with that, she turned, her long hair flipping over her shoulders, and promptly strode out of the bar, shooting dirty looks in the direction of anybody who catcalled her.

[purpledirewolf2019]

Ƨcσтт Ɔσℓℓιиƨ
Species: Werewolf /\ Rank: Omega /\ Gender: Male /\ Tagged: Kian

Scott followed Kian as his packmate lead them to his car. It was a nice car. Old, but a classic. Scott didn't have a car himself, but he didn't really think he needed one. He was perfectly content walking places, or running if he was a wolf. Plus, several of the wolves had cars so he normally just asked for a ride if he really needed one. He placed his school bag into the trunk next to Kian's things, and then made his way to the edge of the forest. He could feel the wolf inside him get excited, and unlike some of the other wolves, he wasn't as good at suppressing his wolf when it wanted to come out. Once he was in the forest, he looked around to make sure no humans were watching before he shifted. His wolf form had a red pelt, not quite as bright as his hair, but still a good reddish-brown. After shaking himself out and taking a quick moment to stretch his limbs, he looked back towards Kian, giving a soft bark.

βℓακɛ Ɯιтнɛяƨ
Species: Human /\ Rank: Hunter /\ Gender: Male /\ Tagged: Acacia (through phone)

Blake was kind of surprised when Acacia pulled out a second tube. She was lucky enough to have one, but two? And she was giving it to him. He took the device in his hands and nodded as she instructed him on how to use it. It seemed pretty simple and could be a life saver if something were to go wrong. He slipped the silver tube into one of the zippered pockets in his pants before listening to Acacia again. "Yeah, if we could find the hideout, we could rid this town of wolves and we'd all be safer." he said with a smile as he started walking. He couldn't help but think about Acacia. She was amazing with a bow, just like him. He wondered why she didn't use a compound like he did though. Sure, a longbow worked fine, but he believed there was more power behind the compound bow. Still, the longbow could certainly kill a wolf if it hit the right spots. Suddenly, he stopped. In the mist of the forest sounds, he swore he heard something else. It was faint, but he thought it was a growl, ,but it was far enough away where he wasn't sure if it was his imagination of not. "Did you hear that? he whispered quietly.

[Subversive Radio]

Khoshekh popped the soda can, causing a rather loud pop. He casually peered behind him, stopping quickly. After seeing nothing, he continued moving. He decided not to enact the silly Pepsi plan, and instead, keep it in his head for a while. He liked making the plans, but was usually to scared to actually enact them, heh. He decided to sit down, criss-cross applesauce (omg I don't know any other way to say that lol). Since he wasn't being followed (which only, like a quarter of himself actually believed), he could take a break, meditate to calm himself down, and drink his Pepsi. He heard a tree branch creak slightly, but made no mind of it... He'd wait for them to get closer.
He stayed seated, ruminating on his rather... Odd day. He thought about his life, what was to come, what had already happened. He also didn't think about what had happened, because it was a particularly sore subject that he didn't like to think about. In all honesty, he was kind of glad he wasn't there anymore, wasn't with them, he was enjoying the lack of criticism from them, as well as the general paranoia and fear that this town mongered within him. He would leave what had happened behind, he decided. Even if the thought continued to fester in his brain like a tumor, he just needed to convince himself that he didn't miss Her, that he didn't want to go back. And convincing was all he really needed, no one ever truly forgets something, not even if they wanted to.

On this note, he took a sip of Pepsi, and continued playing with his stalker.

(Bump + Imagination struck, so added vague foreshadowing to his backstory, and other cool, lengthening stuff)

[condition terminal]

zane calder
Zane had enough issues with this wolf and now there was another one. Zane took another step back. What was he going to do know that two wolves were looking straight at him. He bit his bottom lip looking from left to right. There wasn't a way out. The wolves could probably out run him. There was now use. Zane knew there was no don't behind him. No wolf for that matter. If he could turn around and start running maybe he could make it. Zane could be fast,he was fast but not as fast as two wolves. Zane playe lacrosse and could get to the other side of the field in a small amount of time. But this isn't lacrosse it's two wolves coming after Zane. Zane then turned around and made a run for it. The wolves know could either run after him and kill him or leave him alone and Zane would be safe. He ran as fast as he can,for his life.

acacia argent
"Yeah the hideout is where they all are. If we find that,get rid of them and then our whole town would be safe."Acacia smiled,Blake was the only one that didn't look at her like se was the weakest of them all. She was strong and she could take on a wolf. A lot of the hunters like her dad looked at her like she was a child. Acacia is eighteen years old she was born to be a hunter. Hell! Her last name is argent,silver in Latin.of coarse she was born to a hunter just like her dad and her grandpa and her great great grandpa. Acacia was in a deep thought and wasn't really paying attention but a faint noise really stood out. Acacias head snapped to Blake. He asked the question that she was just about to ask. "Yeah...let's check it out. " Acacia said looking in the direction of the noise. She then started jogging to the direction

[Caelus]

gabriel - 21 - werewolf - loner - gay - single

Gabriel looks up at the bleak facade in front of him. Decrepit, seedy bars were his absolute favorites, especially the small-town ones. The short, introverted werewolf took a long drag of his cigarette before throwing it down to the sidewalk and stomping it out, then pushing the doors open and stepping inside. As he stood in the doorway, a brief silence fell over the bar's patrons as they took a moment to stare at him, only long enough to snicker about his height and apparel before returning to their drinks. With a shrug and a sigh, he seated himself at the bar, waiting for someone to take his order. The poor boy looked like he hadn't slept in days, and, being him, he probably hadn't. His fingers tapped idly against the wooden surface of the bar, black nailpolish chipping off each fingernail. He ignored the presence of the chatty bartender and pretty girl next to him, instead choosing to stare at the glass bottles of liquor behind the counter.
In desperate need of a drink, he rested his cheek on his hand, trying to ignore his horrible headache. Days of hitchhiking will do that to you, as will weeks of keeping your wolf restrained. In short, Gabe was very, very worn out.

[sawyer beans.]

Out of the small amount of times Ashlynn had roamed this small town, no one had caught her attention quite like this guy. Yes, she found him attractive, but there was something else about him that had her attention as well. Vincent was obviously very charming/flirty but there was also some mystery about this guy. Ashlynn wondered to herself why he had chosen to speak to her. Well other than the fact she was an attractive, young female in a bar full of drunk, gross men. Her eyes dropped back down to her bottle of beer before she took the last few gulps of it. Ash was actually pretty good at handling her liquor. Having wolf inside of her made it a bit harder to get drunk. The way he spoke her name sent chills down her spine and her eyes focused in on his sly grin. Lifting her left eyebrow and giving out a little laugh, "You still don't know me hun. I could be your worst nightmare instead of a lovely lady like you say." Ash teased him with this sarcastic remark. When she listened to him speak about his job and whatnot, she nodded her head in agreement. Ash's brilliant smile was still plastered on her pale lips, "Speaking of your job, can I have another beer please?" After she asked the question, her gaze shot towards a new group of older men who had taken a seat behind her at a table. Upon entering the bar, the men had cat called at Ash which had the wolf inside of her wanting to rip out of her and lunge at the men. Instead, she just turned around on the bar stool to face the men and said "That was extremely uncalled for. I am not a dog nor do I appreciate that sort of attention drawn to me. If you repeat what you just did, there will be consequences." She waited for the men's reaction of shock before Ash turned herself back around on the stool so she could face Vincent. A sigh released from inside her, "I apologize for that."

[mr.robot]

MACKS - MALE - 19 - FEELING; ANXIOUS, EXCITED, ASHAMED

He ran. The wolf ran and that was the worst thing you could ever do when there were two wolves in front of you. To run was to excite them, to draw out their inner demons, to encourage them to drag you down and tear you apart. At first, Macks took the bait, he tailed the stranger and snapped at his ankles before suddenly veering off in a completely different direction, his tail, once again, tucking between his legs as he flicked his ears back against his skull and bolted. He had actually wanted to hunt that human - to take him down, to tear him apart. This he couldn't deny, it was a part of him, but hell if he was going to actually do it. "I'm sorry." He spoke to the she-wolf that he had abandoned, making his way back to his home. The shift was not made until he was up in his bedroom, quickly throwing on the cleanest clothes he could find.

Where could he go that he could surround himself with white noise? "The bar." He thought aloud, throwing a black hoodie on and a backpack on his shoulders. Inside was a laptop, some cigarettes and his I.D. He rarely drank alcohol - that stuff was addictive and it cost so much to get his wolf drunk enough to relax, it just wasn't worth it. On the rare occasion that he did get drunk, he would wake up in the woods, indecent and often dripping with blood. It was never his own. The walk to the bar was more nerve wracking than usual, and Macks had to stand outside the bar and chain smoke before he could even bring himself to go inside. He asked for a glass of water, paid, and sat down in one of the booth's, hood still up over his head. A bar was not an ideal place to get out your laptop and cruise the internet via stolen wifi but it was better than nothing.

The laptop never got to leave his bag. Two women had slid into the seat opposite him, and one carefully sat down beside him. Macks shuffled closer to the wall, picking up his water to drink it all at once. "Take off your hood, honey, we wanna see your pretty eyes." One of them said, and Macks frowned and lowered his head. He was barely confident enough to talk to humans in general, and was terrified of flirting with them. The men were easy - you'd hit them and knock them out and they'd leave you alone, but the women would hound him for days. He'd have to snap at them or find someone to pretend to be his partner in order to leave him alone, but who? What usually disgusted and offended women enough that they would cringe and fall back? An idea popped into his mind, and Macks pushed his way out of the booth, picking up his backpack. "Uh - I'm, I'm sorry, ladies, I," He was walking backward, an arm reached out behind him until his hand connected with the bar. He looked to the right, spotting Gabriel, and stepped a lot closer to him. "I, uh, boyfriend." He pointed with an index finger, leaning over to whisper to Gabriel. "I'm sorry, don't take offence to this. I needed an escape. I'm sorry." He muttered again. "Ah, shame. Well, if you ever drop him, we're usually here. Bye bye you handsome, exotic thing." The hair on the back of Macks' neck stood on end as the women dominated his booth and took it over, no longer paying him attention.

[Caelus]

gabriel - 21 - werewolf - loner - gay - single

Gabe tensed up at the sudden intrusion on his personal space, staring at the stranger next to him with distrusting eyes, which soon softened into understanding. Isn't this kid a little young to be in a place like this? he thinks, though he quickly shrugs dismissively and pats the seat next to him. "What took you so long? I've been waiting for ages," he said, loud enough for the women behind them to hear. He turned back to the bar with the smallest hint of a smirk on his face, muttering a 'thanks' and depositing a dollar in the tip jar as the drink he ordered finally arrived. It was something much stronger than water, for sure. In the early morning. Classy.
"What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be in school or something?" he asked, much more quietly. In truth, Gabe didn't even know what day it was, much less if school was even in session yet. Or if his new acquaintance even attended school. I'm really overthinking my sarcasm, huh? But this really isn't the place for a kid... I'm one to talk. I look 12. But I have a right to be here, I'm an adult! Wait, there I go again. Stop thinking so much. He lost himself to his own inner monologue, and returned to staring blankly at the bottles. The things exhaustion will do to an attention span.

[mr.robot]

As nice as it would have been for Gabriel to respond appropriately, Macks didn't expect him to play along as well as he did. He was almost dedicated to the job, it seemed. It was definitely appreciated though, and the wolf turned around to sit down, placing his forearms on the bar to balance himself. "I dropped out. Too many people." He ordered another water, curling his hand around the glass. "Uh, seriously, thank you for that. I don't... know how to make them leave otherwise." He frowned again, running his teeth over his bottom lip - a nervous habit. He noticed that the male looked tired, too tired to function, really, and he knew that feeling all too well. "Are you okay? I mean, you don't have to answer, it's not a great question of me to ask, I know it's a little intrusive, I-" He stopped, raising his hand just slightly, resisting placing it over his mouth. Macks had an awful habit of talking in run on sentences when he was nervous, and he was almost never aware that he was doing it until it was too late. "Sorry. I'm tired, too."

[Caelus]

((on mobile now, too lazy to add all the other stuff lol))

gabriel

He nodded, gaze still focused on nothing. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just got into town is all. It's been a long week for me..." Gabe stopped to yawn. Not to mention I'm dying to go hunt. Maybe I should just go get some Burger King or something... They probably don't even have one here. And I'm almost out of money. After he took a short pause to ponder these thoughts, he ran a hand through his already-messed-up hair and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, placing one in his mouth and offering one to Macks. "Hey, don't worry, you crossed the line of intrusive already," he snickered, entirely joking. He really hoped the other didn't take offense, but he probably will, since no one can seem to tell when Gabe's being a smartass. "Anyway, I'm Gabe. It's nice to meet you, boyfriend."