in the woods somewhere...

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Anton Romanko | cismale | 31 | werewolf medic | location; Downtown Diner | Tags: Sirius Vanderbilt

After some serious consideration, Anton decided to head into town. It was a pretty long walk, especially for someone with a limp, but Anton enjoyed the morning breeze and the birdsong. When experiencing this tranquility, one might forget a murder had taken place. Again, Anton didn't care who was murdered- a vampire, he figured- but he did care about the safety of his pack. If this caused the peace treaty to break, he wanted to find who was responsible.

Leaning on his cane, Anton opened the door to the local diner and let out a sharp breath. This was his favorite place for breakfast, with fresh food and decent coffee. He raised a hand in greeting to the waitress and turned to head towards his usual booth.

Stopping for a moment, he scented the werewolf sitting by himself in one of the booths. Anton knew every face in the pack and he knew instantly that he wasn't one of them. Clenching his jaw, Anton strolled over and sat down in the seat across from him.

"New in town?" He purred, setting his cane down against the wall and crossing his arms on the table. He narrowed his gray eyes slightly, looking over the loner with a hint of suspicion, but then flashed a smile. "You picked a nice spot for breakfast, I can tell the girls already like you." He glanced over at the waitresses who were looking in their direction and smiled at them before looking back at Sirius.

"What made you stop in Woodridge?" it was then he showed his true emotion, his smile fading and his voice sharp. He knew he didn't really hold a position of authority and he wasn't supposed to be interrogating the strays, but he wanted to be sure he wasn't going to cause trouble. Before being able to add in other line, one of the waitresses approached and stopped at the booth.

"Usual, Anton?"

Anton shuffled uncomfortable, not intending for the loner to know his name. He looked up at her with a smile, however, and replied curtly "You know it." before returning his gaze to the werewolf in front of him.

[ghostlyhamlet]

Gabriel Ramirez | cismale | thirty-seven | werewolf alpha | location; alpha cabin | tagged; open

Sighing, the man rubbed his face with his hand as he turned away from the window of his room as he listened towards the sheriff talk about an incident in the woods. As he listened, the lines in his face deepened with worry as he watched some of the pack members playing basketball outside, unaware of the discovery of another body found near their border with the coven.

"Yeah, thanks for the heads up Em, I'll try and let people not to head that way and to look out for any bear tracks," he said as he did a small sigh as he hung up the phone and ran a hand through his hair. The alpha had hoped that the murders were just the works of a passing vampire or even werewolf but as more are being reported as an animal attack or a serial killer, it's starting to feel less likely. The recent death was a vampire from the coven they held a treaty with; Walter Fisher, who for a vampire, was a kind man and it was rather upsetting to the alpha to hear of his death.

"The coven is going to think we're responsible..." he said under his breath as Gabriel closed his eyes for a brief second before walking out of his cabin, trying to figure out what he was going to say to the pack about the dead vampire.

Dakota Webster | cismale | nineteen | werewolf scout | location; general store | tagged; robbie sawyer

"What can I say, I don't have a job," he said with a laugh as he turned back to face his friend, not noticing him grab a candy bar and placing it in his pocket. "Huh? Oh yeah? Only bad thing is that your face would be covered, bet tons of people would protest that," he said with a small laugh as he glanced around the store trying to see if he would want anything else.

"But I was thinking like, either Clark Kent, James Bond or Maverick from Top Gun," he said with a grin as he looked back at the other boy, "all I know is that I'm gonna look good," he said with a teasing smirk as he then shrugged his shoulders at Robbie's sentence, "going once.... going twice.... gone!"

Soon his phone vibrated and as soon as he looked at it he let out a small snort at the typos, "geez, so many," he chuckled as he then put it back and walked to the cashier and set his items on the table before taking out his leather wallet and giving him the twenty before grabbing his change and the bag of his junk. "Bet they're gonna be jealous I was the first one to get a glimpse of you," he said as he lightly bumped his shoulder against the smaller framed man.

Donovan Van Stryker | cismale | one hundred twenty-two | vampire member | location; flower shop | tagged; aleksandr avon

"Ah," was all he said at first as he listened to the first sentence but before he had time to ask if he would have to speak with the owner, the other continued their statement, which answered his question. "Of course," he hummed as he looked down at the handwriting, although it was slightly difficult to read he understood it enough that he order was written correctly on the page.

"Donovan Van Stryker," he stated his name as he picked up a pen and wrote it along with his number in neat, legible cursive, "I'd prefer if they'd be delivered every wednesday at this address," he then added the address of one of the motels that he'd stay at when he needed to spend time alone with his thoughts and not be interrupted by a coven member.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
xxxxcismale • twenty-one • werewolf scout • location: various/downtown • tags: n/a

Taking his usual morning jog around the northern woods, a trail tracked everyday by the young wolf, Langsley kept his eyes alert to his surroundings and used the opportunity to take extra care to his job as a scout as he turned a corner and trailed along the river dividing the territory of the pack and the coven. While his purpose for this routine was to stay fit, his muscular build a testament to his dedication, the welsh male saw the well being of the pack as his number one priority at all times and all costs; and if that meant occasionally adding a few extra miles onto his path in order to keep his eyes on the enemy, so be it.

Dressed in a light grey tee and a pair of skinny jeans, his breath visible each time he exhaled, Langsley outwardly shivered and regretted not grabbing a coat or something to throw over top; it was turning into fall now, and being from wales you'd think he'd know to expect the cold by now. Admittedly thankful as he rounded another corner and was out from under the safety of the trees and out onto the sidewalks of downtown woodridge, the sun warming his exposed skin ever the slightest, Langsley took the new location as his cue that his jog was over and glanced at his watch to see what time it was as he slowed down to a gentle walk. 10:30... a little early today.
Having gotten up even earlier than usual, the male usually waking up as the sun rose, Langsley was unsurprised to see that he finished his jog earlier than expected. He had struggled to sleep last night, the recent headlines around town leaving him restless, and had risen out of bed before the first sign of dawn; gosh, how he wished he was like every other American out there, capable of sleeping for 13 hours straight.

Chuckling half heartedly to himself as he internally blamed his welsh descendancy, his mood unaffected by his lack of sleep, Langsley looked around at his surroundings and took a moment to use his nose in order to capture who else might be in the area. Unable to really detect one specific scent, his nose overwhelmed by the large number of the pack in the area, the male shook his head and shrugged his shoulders as he decided to walk back towards the woods. At least back by the cabins he could get himself a jacket, and entertain himself by bothering Anton, a wolf he'd been chasing for the past few weeks or so. Of course, he had no way to be sure that he'd be there, but that didn't stop Langsley from trekking back anyways.

[sharkpoolz.]

alyx moore / cisfemale / twenty / werewolf warrior / location; park / tags; elise autry

The girl sat back down, patting the seat open next to her as an invitation to sit. "You know you don't have to hide from me, right?" she inquired to Elise as she rested next to her. "Honestly I'm surprised you'd come to see me. I'm pretty lame if I do say so myself," she admitted, sliding her hand ever slightly closer to her fellow pack member. "So... how's your morning been so far?"

caroline adams / cisfemale / one-hundred-sixty-nine / gifted vampire / location; city streets / tags; evalina, arabella

Caroline felt a buzz in the right hand side of her jacket. She whipped out her phone swiftly and read the message displayed on screen. She quickly opened the group chat and typed
God. Are you high? Anyway yeah I'd be down for that.
The vampire put her phone back where it was and turned back to Evalina and Arabella with a smile.

[ItsKass]

𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
{cisfemale}{Vampire}{tags: Evalina,Caroline}

"Then let's go look at the corn maze!" Arabella said excitedly, "Race ya?" Arabella then added on, still smiling like a goof. Bella was always good at footraces, even almost 300 years ago as a little girl, she would relentlessly race her brothers to meals and around the small town she grew up in, thats what happened when you were the only girl in a family of boys, you got good at the wrong things. But Bella couldn't get caught up in old times now, she had a race to win! Arabella started to speed off to downtown, hoping the others would follow suit, they probably would; Her friends were always like that.

[Metronome]

Sirius Vanderbilt
Werewolf / 31 / Male / Loner
Tags: Anton Location: Downtown Diner

Sirius looked up from his coffee as a man suddenly helped himself to the bench across from him. The stranger uttered a couple pleasantries before immediately switching to interrogation. He stank of pack wolf. Sirius could have said that he was only drifting through. He could have eased the pack wolf's nerves; played into his game. He could promise oh so sincerely that he meant no harm. But Sirius didn't.

His aggressive nature rose at the thought that this pack wolf, this sheep outside of his little flock, thought that he had the right to come and demand answers from Sirius. Who was this man to think that Sirius owed him an explanation? To think that Sirius would bow to his whim?

A coy smile slowly spread across his face, his dark eyes daring the man to try anything here, in such a public place. "Maybe I'm here to cause a little trouble," He said quickly, vauntingly. "Maybe I just thought I'd have a little fun around here."

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Robbie Sawyer | cismale | 19 | vampire (citizen; newly turned) | location; general store | tags: Dakota Webster

Robbie laughed at Dakota's comment about his idea for Halloween. He smiled before letting out a long and comically loud sigh, shoving Dakota playfully. "Yes, you're definitely handsome enough to be Clark Kent, don't kid yourself." Although he sounded sarcastic and was trying to make a jab at Dakota's appearance, he really did think he was handsome. He just didn't want Dakota to know that, and he didn't really accept it himself.

Walking up to the counter, Robbie instinctively placed his hand on the candy bar in his pocket that he was in the process of stealing. When Dakota bumped him he felt his heart flutter and chuckled, trying to hide how it made him flustered. "Oh, for suuree.."

As Dakota paid for the stuff, he grabbed a pack of gum and slid it into his jacket pocket. The cashier hadn't noticed.
After Dakota paid, Robbie quickly interjected and placed a crumbled 10 dollar bill on the counter. "Cheapest pack of cigarettes you have, please." He knew that no one in his friend group (besides Britton, maybe) liked it when he smoked, and he knew his mother hated it, but he hadn't had the chance to buy any recently. The cashier looked him up and down before mumbling "ID?" which Robbie quickly provided at the risk of exposing the candy bar in his pocket. Again, the cashier didn't notice, and instead gave him the pack of cigarettes and change.

Sliding his phone out of his pocket as they started to walk out of the store, he found it easier to look at the screen. He read the text, God. Are you high? and rolled his eyes before showing his phone to Dakota.

"Can you believe- Did you add someone new to the group chat? Am I being replaced?" he jested, pulling back his phone to look at it again. "No but seriously, I don't have them in my contacts. Who are they?"

Aleks Avon | cismale | 23 | werewolf warrior | location; flower shop | tags: Donovan Van Stryker

"Okay," Aleks murmured, taking the notebook back from Donovan. "That should work out fine." He put the pen and paper back under the counter, again leaning slightly on his elbows smiling goofily once more. "Anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Stryker?" He figured saying Donovan would be too informal, but the way his accent slightly altered the way he pronounced the name seemed to do the subtext justice. Although maybe he shouldn't be slightly (only slightly, not even fully intentionally) flirting with someone who seemed to be in emotional distress, he was.

Anton Romanko | cismale | 31 | werewolf medic | location; downtown diner | tags: Sirius Vanderbilt

Anton smirked back, aware that Sirius was testing him. He wouldn't mind a brawl in broad daylight, not here, anyway.

He shut his eyes for a moment, nodding his head. "mm, right, a little trouble."
Anton clicked his tongue, opening his eyes to lean forward and growl. "Does that 'trouble' include bloodshed where it need not be?"

But soon he was leaning back, adjusting his black dress shirt with a smile across his face. There was a hint of judgment in his gaze as he let out a wry chuckle, "You don't seem the type. You're not clever enough, no offense." He tilted his head slightly to the side with amusement, waiting to see what the other would do. "If you were clever you wouldn't have stopped in Woodridge."

[Metronome]

Sirius Vanderbilt
Werewolf / 31 / Male / Loner
Tags: Anton Location: Downtown Diner

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sirius said mockingly. "I must have missed the IQ test at the edge of town. But how on Earth did they let you in?" He took his mug and swigged back the rest of his coffee, then stood. Sirius fished into his pocket for some money and left it on the table, then a few spare bills for a tip.

"Well, this had been a nice talk, but I think I'll be going now. There's a bookshop up the street and I haven't had a good read in weeks."

He turned and slid his hands into his pockets, strolling away as casually as if he'd just said farewell to a good friend. He knew the pack wolf wouldn't let him leave alone; he was surely bound by his alpha's command to protect their territory. He hoped, at least. The only thing he missed more than a good book to read was a good fight to win.

[ItsKass]

𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
{cisfemale}{Vampire}{tags: open!}


Bella was running, and running. She saw Robbie and Dakoda at the convenience store "Hey guys!" Bella yelled as she tried to stop abruptly, but the weight from the soles of bellas feet was gone, and she was falling forward. Bella didnt yell much except for an "oof" like sound after she fell; and in true bella fashion she stayed on the ground, her head was resting on her arm and she just didn't move 'If I dont move they'll stop looking' she quickly assumed. Yep, if I dont move they wont pay attention after a while.

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Anton Romanko | cismale | 31 | werewolf medic | location; downtown diner | tags: Sirius Vanderbilt

Anton clenched his jaw at the wolves' words, the edge of his mouth twitching. He watched him begin to leave, debating whether he should interject. The killer would be smart to let things go, stay under the radar-- if this loner did what Anton figured he was going to do, which was picking a fight, then he knew he could rule him out as a suspect. It seemed like too big of an opportunity to pass.

"I'm surprised you can even read," he replied, getting up from the booth whilst grabbing his cane. He followed behind him, casting a glance at the waitress that meant I'll be right back. Pushing past him, he quickly opened the door to the diner and held it open for him. "But I'm not done talking to you, I'm sure you understand."