Bring it On (War/Romance RP) *Semi-Lit*

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(( Whos? Mine? ))

{{Yup, Dean }}

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Ziva Mason
Ziva was tired of pacing around and waiting for the others. She eventually made her way to the hospital to catch up with Tamesis and the other she-wolf. Her eyes were dark with many emotions that were running through her mind

Dean
Dean woke the next morning with the bright lights shining though his windows. He jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed, knowing that the hunts had gone on the night before, Dean was very cautious. If he said anything wrong or even looked at some one differently, they may call him a werewolf without a secont thought.

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Tamesis was sitting on a bench outside the hospital. His head was buzzing, and he felt absurdly energized. After running his hand through his hair, he stood up, and started to pace back and forth infront of the hospital main doors.

Morgan sat on the swing, pushing herself backwards and forwards with her toes. The swing to her left was broken, the seat hanging limply on the ground. She normally felt replenished after a bite, but now she felt empty and cold. Her senses were alert, trying to detect anyone nearby, for the wolves could still be out. She hissed slightly under her breath, her knucles whitening around the cold chain.

[ฬเℓ∂ ȺŦ Ħεลɤŧ]

::..:.:Luna:.:..::

Luna began to breathe again. The light filtered through her eyes as her heart once again beat to the familiar pace she was set too. Looking up at the ceiling room. What the-? Luna looked down at the hospitol gown, feeling harrassed first, then confused with a little disorintation and then turning suddenly frightened. Her arms where covered in IV, painkillers, drips, and all sorts of medication. Jerking them all out in a frenzy a loud beeping went off. Eyes dasteredly (sp?) swimming back and forth as dizziness awashed her in great heaps Luna threw herself off the bed. Barefeet hitting the floor.

A doctor came in, along with a few nurses. Luna gave an inhuman growl. She was a scary sight herself. The dirt was cleaned off her wounds though they revealed ugly red marks of thorns and spliters, though taken care off they throbbed with a passion. Tears raked down her cheeks, stinging the laserations. Her hair was knotted and strewn out, a iron taste in her mouth. Sobs racked her and she couldn't understand what the doctor wanted her to do. Shaking her head the room spun a little then shifted. A large secruity gurard came, moving torward her, she dodged and ran out the room, the hospitol gown thankfully had a back to it, though it was a short slip. Running through the corridors she came to a dead end at the end of the hall, banging on the door and screaming stuff inaudible to the rest of staff and a few patients. Luna sat down, pulled her legs up to her chest and cried. The last sound she heard was the clapping of feet and the doctor giving a sigh and said.
"There! There she is! Oh thank the Lord." Then she passed out.

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Ziva Mason
Ziva finally made it down to the hospital in her slightly tattered clothes. There was still some blood touching around the edges, and the dirt on her face was the only thing that told the story of her past twenty-four hours. Outside, near a bench, she saw Tamesis pacing back and forth. Ziva was sure everything would be fine with Luna after all, she was a werewolf, and the only thing that really killed them would be stabbing them with a pure lead steak and burning them. She stopped, a few yards away, and just watched him, silently.

(Ill do Dean again when I find out what to do with him. I have writers block.)

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Tamesis turned to the hospital door, listening intently. He shook his head after a few seconds. Maybe he was too overprotective of those around him, but he was worrying about Luna. He wrung his hands for a few seconds, staring at the glass door, watching the doctors pass behind the glass in their white coats. He shook his head, and took a step back, turning around to spot Ziva. He nodded curtly at her, unable to hide the worry in his eyes. He blinked and looked away, regaining control. He walked back to his seat, and put his head in his hands. He just couldn't get the feeling that something was wrong out of his mind. Part of him wanted to go in, to stand by Luna's side. Yet the other found himself scared of what he would see. Perhaps a lifeless body? He dug his palms into his eyes, shaking his head. No, Luna seemed stronger than that, or so he thought. Hoped more like. He stood up once more, and begun pacing.

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Ziva Mason
"You really do worry too much." Ziva's voice stuck out from the sounds of the surrounding hospital. "She is a wolf, and I am pretty sure she was not stabbed with a silver stake." It was always like Ziva to to have a colder attitude toward those who worry about some one injured. Telling them that the person would be fine, was a way that she kept calm, but this time it was both that reason, and the fact she was pretty sure of her assumption. "She will be fine, its just going to take a little bit for her to get back. She hasnt had to fight much, and so these wounds are a huge blow on her system. Next time, she wont be as effected."

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"I've had too many die around me for me not to worry" Tamesis said under his breath, but at her words he did calm down slightly. He looked around at Ziva. "I worry for whats going to happen. Heck, I even worry for humans". It felt odd speaking this aloud. It wasn't a great worry of his, more a sense of pity. He looked out towards the near empty street. "This place has changed so much" he muttered, his fists clenched in tight fists.

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Ziva Mason
"The humans, deserve no pity in my opinion." If they are stupid enough to mess with the immortal, they are dumb enough to take the consequences." Sighing, Ziva ran her hand through her hair, and looked sympathetically toward Tamesis. "I appologize if I am being blunt, but that is how I am, and I tend to speak my opinion, and the truth." Her eyes told just how much she hated the fact that she could be so blunt. It was definately not something that people were able to overlook when they met her.

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Tamesis shrugged. "Its your opinion, but here's mine," he said, watching her from the corner of his eye, "have you ever thought about what happened when we, vampires wolves and shifters, moved out into the open? Remeber the fear? The terror? The hate? Its because they are scared of us. They know that we have been among them all their lives. For all they know, they could have been leaving their child with a vampire babysitter. They cannot help their blood, it runs in their veins as much as it runs in my blood runs in mine. I'm being too philosphical", he added with a dry chuckle and a shake of his head.