by asta, » Tue May 09, 2017 11:18 am
xxxxxxiixx⊰ 𝐒 𝐎 𝐋 𝐔 𝐒 ○ 𝐋 𝐎 𝐎 𝐌 𝐈 𝐒 ! !
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xxxxixtwenty-eight years old | cis female (she/her) | pansexual | single | bitten werewolf | loner | location: town diner | tags: open,,
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xxxxixNo one seems to know what to do with Miss Solus Loomis as of late- least of all Solo herself. Her last run-in with the pack wolves had left her bloodied and scarred, her last attempt at making conversation with the other pretty loners in town had just landed her all alone once again. It would seem that absolutely no one- with the exceptions of Azula and Lauren, of course- wants anything to do with her. Stubbing out her cigarette on the heel of her boot, Solus moves down the sidewalk hastily- her stomach rumbling with a need to eat something other than the skinny rabbit she managed to catch for dinner last night. Her sights are set on the diner that sits in the heart of Arcadia Bay's bustling main street.
xxxxixThe chime above the door leading into the diner is shrill, annoying even, but Solo barely spares an upward glance at the bell because she only has eyes for one thing: an endless stack of pancakes. She's strapped for cash, always seems to be these days, but the diner's endless pancakes for ten bucks is a deal even she can't turn down. She takes up residence in a booth in the far back corner, away from all the locals sipping at their coffees, and impatiently taps her fingers against the table while waiting for someone to come take her order. Finally, after just a few minutes, Solus is greeted by a too-chipper waitress who scribbles down her order before disappearing through the door that leads into the kitchen.
xxxxixUncaring of proper etiquette, Solo props her feet up on the bench seat opposite her and stretches out long limbs until her joints crack and pop. Sighing with relief, the loner sinks into the red pleather covering of the booth and peers around the diner curiously. No one is paying much mind to her save for a few of the townies that spare her several condescending glances, but Solo hardly minds. She's only here for the pancakes and then she'll be off on her merry way.
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xxxxxxiixx⊰ 𝐁 𝐄 𝐍 𝐉 𝐈 ✈ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 ! !
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xxxxixtwenty-six years old | cis female (she/her) | lesbian | single | pureblood werewolf | scout | location: coastline/pack cabin | tags: open,,
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xxxxixTired- the sort of exhaustion that is marked by dark, black eyebags rimming heavy eyes that haven't known sleep in gods only know how long. Benji's breath clouds in front of her face as she exhales with each footfall of heavy boots, soft sand and the shards of seashells and stone crunching beneath her weight. Arcadia Bay once felt like a home away from home, and on most occasions it could almost remind her of Mayview, the tiny town in Montana in which she was raised. But lately it would seem that the permanent dark cloud of stormy weather looming over the coastal Maine town only seemed to be growing, casting long shadows across the shoreline and the only paved road in a thirty mile radius. Lack of sleep from all her late nights spent scouting in the pack's territory have left the twenty-six year old beyond exhausted, she can't remember the last time she's slept for more than hour at a time. But she knows that Sloane is right to have assigned herself and her fellow scouts more patrols.
xxxxixAfter Patty's mauled body had been left as a sort of message to be heard on the alpha's doorstep, it's clear that someone- or something- wants to put them all on notice. Perhaps it's the vampires, or the loners, perhaps it's just a bear. Benji can't be sure, there's too many conflicting opinions, but one thing is for certain... she's in desperate need of a coffee- black, with two sugars in it. Nothing else will do, not after an all night solo patrol around the pack's expansive territory. The sounds of water lapping at the sands is, at the very least, comforting to her as she makes her way along the beach toward the pack house that sits nestled out of sight in the trees up ahead. Benji reaches the door and pushes it open so carelessly that it smacks off the back wall, the broken doorstop doing little to suppress the noise of wood hitting wood.
xxxxixWarm brown eyes, hazy from lack of sleep, blink rapidly to adjust to the change from early morning sunrise lighting to the harshness of the overhead lamp in the pack house. Benji isn't surprised that the light is burning still in spite of the fact that the old hunting-cabin-turned-werewolf-hangout is empty. Her pack mates are hell for leaving the light on when no one's around, a fact that brings a slight smile to the cranky scout's features. For as much as she's the first to snap and snarl about anything, her fellow pack wolves are like family to her. Her boots scuff the faded wood flooring as she shuffles over to the broken down pleather couch that's been awkwardly shoved into the corner, her weight sagging the cushions as she flops down onto it. Maybe she can get a few minutes of rest while she waits for Sloane and her fellow scouts to return from their patrols...
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