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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 12, 2008 23:11:47 GMT -5
Michael wandered into the barn, checking to make sure there were no smelly little teenagers in there. He sighed, smiling to see the barn empty, and sat down on an old bale of hay, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. People said they were bad for him but he'd been addicted for well over eighty years and he wasn't dead yet. He pulled one of the superkings out of the packet with his lips and lay back on the hay. He'd have to be careful not to set anything on fire. He shoved the cigarettes away again and pulled out his lighter, carefully igniting the cigarette. He breathed in the smoke and shut his eyes, tucking away the lighter again.
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Post by Eira Hawk on Mar 12, 2008 23:18:53 GMT -5
Wandering around, Eira sighed as she passed an old barn. She could never find anything good to do nowadays, not since leaving her old pack and finding this one. Frowning as she smelt cigarette smoke she looked inside of the barn and smiled when she saw someone smoking. "You know, that is seriusly bad for your health." She told him, staying where she was at the door of the barn. She tended to stay out of reach of other people most of the time, it wasn't because she was shy, just because what had happened before in her life. She never could be sure what someone was about to do, whether it be laugh or try to kill you. Frowning to herself she walked a little inside the barn and smiled, sge couldn't see this werewolf, f*g in hand coming at her to tear her life away from her.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 12, 2008 23:25:46 GMT -5
Michael smirked and glanced at the girl stading in the doorway out of the corner of his eye. He recognised her. She'd been with the pack a few days ago. "Yea, so they tell me," he replied, taking another toke. "Oh well, to die would be an awfully big adventure..." He laughed to himself about the reference from Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up. He stretched out, the vertebrae in his back clicking and shifting.
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Post by Eira Hawk on Mar 12, 2008 23:29:56 GMT -5
Eira chuckled slightly and moved into the room more, recognising the other werewolf only just now. "Well, you've been warned then." She said and perched herself on one of the many haystacks, bringing her feet up and under herself she smiled slightly and looked around. "In death you'd be able to smoke somewhere that isn't in a barn i'm wondering." She said and laughed a little. She had always wondered what death would be like, having seen most of her old pack leave this world for the next. She had always imagined something better, a place where they could all meet up again.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 12, 2008 23:32:56 GMT -5
Michael shrugged and drew on the cigarette again. "Who knows. It's probably not as interesting as the living make it out to be." He pushed himself up and crossed his legs, smiling at the girl. "I'm Michael," he said leaning over and holding out his hand to her.
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Post by Eira Hawk on Mar 12, 2008 23:39:59 GMT -5
Eira raised an eyebrow and shrugged lightly. "You never know, it could be better there." She said before smiling. "Eira." She said and shook his hand before leaning back slightly on the haystack that was behind her, she had to admit the things were quite comfy, despite them being what they were.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 12, 2008 23:44:09 GMT -5
Mike grinned and took another drag on the smoke. "So, you're new to the pack, eh?" he asked, wondering where she'd been before and how old she was. Lots of new werewolves joined the pack, searching for guidance and answers but then again, some liked to move packs a lot, never really settling in one group. Michael himself had been with the pack for his whole supernatural life. He liked stability and structure. At least in this pack, he knew where he stood and who to bow to.
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Post by Eira Hawk on Mar 12, 2008 23:55:04 GMT -5
Eira nodded and sighed. "Yup, my second pack all told." She said and looked at him, wondering how many packs he had been with. She only moved packs because of what had happened to her last one, they were mostly her friends and even teh ones that perished would always be in her heart, always there for her when she needed them. "It's hard being new in this kind of pack, some ignore you, some embrace you." She said absent mindedly, her mind was no longer on the conversation at hand, but back where it was when she was younger, with her friends, the ones who had took her in.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 13, 2008 7:02:54 GMT -5
Michael nodded. "Yea, it must be hard switching packs. I've always been here so I've never had to go through it." He pushed himself up off of the bail of hay and sauntered over to Eira. "Well, if it makes it any easier, you can hang around with me. I get on with most people in the pack so it might help with the transition..." He sat down beside her and took another toke, moving his fingers slightly so he didn't get burned. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been a Were?"
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Post by Eira Hawk on Mar 13, 2008 18:43:42 GMT -5
"Yeah it is, especially when the old pack was more of a family than you'd ever had before." She said and smiled sadly, her mind still on where her friends, no her family were. Although knowing that if she never got over their deaths she would never fit into another pack. She would never be able to allow other werewolves in, let them have access to be her friend, her family. Raising an eyebrow slightly when Michael came over she shrugged lightly. "Well, only if you'd want to put up with me." She said and smiled slightly before lossing it to a frown. "Well, i was bitten at 10 ... so 12 years." Se said and looked at him, she knew there were people out there who had been werewolves for far longer, yet had they had to see what she had to after only a few years of getting used to the fact of what she was.
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 14, 2008 21:16:22 GMT -5
Michael grinned. "Of coure I'll put up with you," he said, finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out on the earthy floor, making sure no sparks caught the hay all around. "Twelve years, huh? So you're just a baby then." He grinned and ran his hand through his hair. "I myself just turned 150. I'm an old man compared to you!"
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Post by Eira Hawk on Mar 16, 2008 16:11:55 GMT -5
Eira laughed slightly and rested her arms on her legs,, almost crossing them over each other. "Well, i may be a little baby in the world of Werewolf but at least i get to learn new things." She said, she knew that didn't matter but if he had been bitten or whatever had happened to him for him to be a werewolf it must have happened a long time ago, although part of her wanted to know how this new pack were made, how they all found each other. Tilting her head slightly she looked at him and asked. "How long has this pack been together?"
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 17, 2008 7:01:11 GMT -5
Michael shrugged. "Centuries? I don't know. It had already been together for ages when I joined. Since then people have come and gone and died and been born but the essence always stays essentially the same." He leaned back in the soft hay, his hands behind his head, relaxing.
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Post by Eira Hawk on Mar 18, 2008 15:49:07 GMT -5
Eira raised her eyebrows slightly, she hadn't thought that hte pack would have been together that long. "Well, at least they know who to stick with at least." She said before streching her legs out slightly, frowning when one of them had fallen asleep. "It's always good to have somewhere you know will stay together no matter what, i think this pack shows that."
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Post by Michael Sawyer on Mar 23, 2008 18:19:03 GMT -5
Michael nodded. "Yea, I always liked that about this pack. I know I'm secure here. I know I'll always have people to rely on..." He sat up again and glanced at the stainless steel watch on his wrist. "Oh poo, I gotta go. Got a hot date tonight." He blushed and pushed himself to his feet. "I'll see you around though, right?"
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