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[h2]Iris Madril[/h2][/center]
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Location: Building 2, Tranquility Room 2
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Honey brown eyes slowly fluttered open and Iris Madril let out a low groan. It took a moment for her exhausted brain to register where she was and what was happening. She inhaled deeply, her whole body throbbing in pain as it did after a night of transformation fun during the nights of the full moon. That's right. Last night was a full moon. She remembered where she was now, 

She pulled her outstretched arms towards herself, feeling a painful pull then something clicking into place with a loud pop. A dislocated shoulder. How the hell did that happen? She only pondered the question for a moment before moving on. That was a question to be answered by the video footage of the room from the night before. Cameras were placed in this room for a reason, Iris only being one of many.

She slowly pulled herself into a fetal position, clenching and tightening all her muscles before she stretched herself out completely, sprawling out on the ground on her back. She laid there for a long while, not really thinking of anything in particular. Judging by just how exhausted her body was and how foggy her brain seemed, she guessed she had maybe an hour of sleep last night, if that. She groaned again as she slowly pulled herself up into a seated position to finally look around at the damage. It was surprisingly calm-ish looking in the tranquility room. There were only a few broken pieces of furniture and it looked like the walls survived far better than normal. It seemed like her little experiment worked, at least to a degree. She would have to go back on the video to see just how well it really did work but the room wasn't littered with mounds of broken items and furniture and she could probably, actually come back to this specific tranquility room next month. It was progress. Sweet, sweet progress. Until she saw the state of her phone. 

Iris leaned forward and slapped her hand down angrily on what was left of her phone. It was in pieces! The screen was shattered, the battery was removed and thrown, god knows where. There were chunks ripped off it and were those bite marks? Did the wolf really take a BITE of her phone? She groaned as she threw it across the room into a heap of what she assumed was once a couch. You would think a couch wouldn't be a good item to keep a werewolf busy but it had a lot of parts to it that could be shredded, chewed on, clawed up, sometimes even peed on. That night was not a great night for her, she'll be honest. 

She slowly stood before she stalked her way to the protected lockers off in the corner of the room. She snapped it open, anger still burning in her chest. She has to get a new phone now but with what money? How the hell is she going to afford another stupid 1k phone? Did she still have insurance on her phone? It's been a few months since she filed a claim. She might be able to get away with claiming it was stolen. She groaned quietly as she dragged her hand along her face with a long stroke of exasperation. Being a werewolf sucked but she knew this might happen when she decided to try out the experiment. She had just foolishly gotten her hopes up when she saw the less than usual damage. Who knew that streaming kid's youtube videos for the wolf would keep it occupied, at least for a time. Obviously, at some point, the wolf had enough of the videos and returned to its usual routine of havoc. 

Her goal was to one day tame the wolf enough that she could keep from having to lock herself up on the full moons. That would be great. 

Iris pulled out the spare sweatpants from within the locker and quickly got dressed. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she grumbled to it in response. [color=#925419]“Yeah, yeah. I guess we'll go see what the cafe has food wise.”[/color] Iris had quite literally broken the first tranquility room in her normal building by heading off to transform on the full moon pissed off. The wolf apparently picked up on that rage then considered it a challenge. By the time the night was through, every inch of that room was in shambles and they had instructed her that they would need a month or two to repair the room. They were just lucky the door held, barely. Like by one single steel hinge that was praying to god to be spared the pain and misery of its fallen brothers anguish, barely. Thus she came up with this, in hindsight, really stupid plan. She could have put the phone somewhere the wolf couldn't reach or something. Maybe found a way to let it watch the videos without actually having a chance to actively get in contact with it. Eh, hindsight is 20/20. 

As Iris walked out of the tranquility room, she could hear the sound of the meat delivery truck leaving the area and she pondered if she could find Max off somewhere on the property. She was due for her delivery but she wasn’t going to get it until after he did his rounds in building one. Being in building two meant a bit of a wait, which was always such a pain when it came to full moon nights. People had asked her why she didn’t live in building one with the human looking tenants and the answer was simple. When she was given her room at 13, she was more wolf than girl. She spent more time as a wolf than she did as a human and thus got a room in the less than human looking building. Now that she was older and had better control and rarely changed into her wolf form, she just stuck with the room and building she knew. 

Iris gave her achy body another stretch, dragging her tongue along dry teeth before she rubbed lightly at her temples. Her head felt like a small construction worker was redoing the street in her brain with a vengeance and last but not least, her stomach rumbled at her like it was a beast of its own sounding its distaste at being left empty. She gave in and slid her hands into her pockets, hunched her shoulders and headed towards building one. A good raw steak would make a large part of this discomfort go away.