[h1][center][color=fff79a]Patricia Isaac[/color][/center][/h1] [hr] [center][b]Location:[/b] The Hospital[/center] [center][b]Interactions:[/b] [@Nallore] Riley [@BeautifulSnow] Vanessa [@BlackPanther] The twins Passively with the rest. [/center] [hr] Pat could barely believe her ears when Riley spoke to her. How could she not be blaming Vanessa for everything that happened? She was about to object when Riley gently grasped her hand and Pat's frown softened and slowly turned into a blushing smile. She gently patted Riley's head and sighed deeply once to regain her calm. It wasn't often she got angry with anything. Only when it concerned those around her, it had mostly been her students during her life though. Now as she looked over Riley as she lay there, wounded. Something inside of her just snapped. She could not put a finger on it. She was just getting back to her calm and happy self when Vanessa came back into the room with the boys. She gave her the evil eye before her eyes went to the boys. They looked quite badly off. Perhaps it had just been Riley who healed that quickly? She did not know, but it did worry her. Had one of Riley's ancestors been werewolfs perhaps? Not that it mattered too much. She was mostly afraid for Riley's sake. Pat got up from her seat and walked over to the boys. [color=fff79a]"Here...let me help you.."[/color] she said gently and smiled softly towards them and pulled out two seats and helped them sit down. Her eyes said what her lips did not. She would not take any objections to her helping them. They were precious to her after all. She looked around the room after helping the twins sit down and Charlie rolled in. She had seen most of them grow up from a young age. It pained her greatly to see them in this condition, and kept fuling her rage towards Vanessa. Speaking of the devil the criminal entered the room and she stared at her. Her fists twitched. When Vanessa spoke she said what Pat wished for and she muttered under her breath before walking back to Riley's side and sat down. She was not going to stop with her contempt, and she would not leave the room. She gently grasped the silver hanging around her neck before turning her gaze towards Vanessa again. Pat wondered if the legends were true. She caught herself thinking of how to get rid of Vanessa and it scared her. Pat breathed deeply and grasped Riley's hand once again as Vanessa started talking once again. Not too long after Cassandra started speaking as well. It was...shocking to say the least. Was she not scared of the fact that she was now a werewolf? That she could go on a rampage during the moon or kill people with what she almost seemed to think was a gift? Riley spoke a few words about it being her fault and Pat wanted to quiet her there and then. There was no way that was her fault. Wolves don't attack groups unless you threaten them. Her eyes went to Vanessa. Or was one of her kind. Alyssa spoke up next and Emily as well. Pat shook her head and wanted to laugh. The whole situation was just....insane. It did not help when Jamaal, the young officer opened a door Pat thought was locked and dropped off a guitar before exiting again before Vanessa stopped him for leaving. [color=fff79a][i]"This...is just insane...!"[/i][/color] She listened to Vanessa's story without too much care. She had known her since before. This shed new light on things though, and it did nothing to diminish her contempt and rage. She had KNOWINGLY returned knowing that she was chased. Her fury started to boil the more she spoke. [color=fff79a]"What kind of moron are you really!?"[/color] Pat opened her mouth and resisted the urge to stand up and slap Vanessa, Riley's hand the only thing keeping her calm enough. [color=fff79a]"Knowingly you returned here. Knowingly you put everyone in danger. Not just these teens, but everyone in the town. For what? Your own amusement? Your selfish wants or needs? After almost killing them you've got the nerve to borderline demand that you become their alpha. Demanding that they obey the person that almost got them killed? Because of your lust for control?"[/color] [h1][center][color=0072bc]Kim Hansson[/color][/center][/h1] [hr] [center][b]Location:[/b]Hospital then gunshop[/center] [center][b]Interactions:[/b] [@BlackPanther] The twins [@smarty0114] Avalon [@BeautifulSnow] Vanessa [/center] [hr] [color=0072bc]"No...nothing much...I just expected someone to have been attacked by a wolf to have deeper wounds. Perhaps they're healing quickly,"[/color] Kim said and eyed Vanessa. Her mind was adding things together. With the previous argument between the older lady and this woman. Wolf bites, healing, whatever you are. It almost seemed amusing to her. Creatures of myth. They surely could not be real. She had seen plenty of messed up things in her days though. And it was....interesting...in a sense. She could not wait to experiment and test things if it was the case. No matter though. If there were now a bunch of werewolves running around she guessed she would have to make a few silver bullets. Unconsciously her hand went towards her pistol at her hip before it got placed on her hip instead. She was craving a cigarette right now. But at least she had enough sense not to smoke inside, inside a hospital of all things as well. Kim smiled towards them as they passed her. She did indeed have a job to do. This whole thing gave her a new boost of energy. Something she had seen in the movie Underworld. She wondered if she could make proper silver and UV light bullets. Because if werewolves were real, then she assumed the other was as well. Along with perhaps other [i]beings[/i] as well. She also had the military contract standing if she wanted to accept it. [color=0072bc]"Sentry turrets huh?"[/color] she said quietly to herself as she walked towards the entrance to the hospital and started making her way home. Now was the time for hard work. Kim opened up the old basement and brought a few things with her down. One thing that had never escaped her mind. Her grandfather's stories about the myths. She started to wonder if some of them had some merit to them.