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Love the idea of a halloween event.

Sorry I haven't posted for a while, I'll get one up asap.

Edit: Now what the fuck does an animated girl wear? I mean she can wear regular clothes sure, but everyone would see it's her anyway....
Unless....
*shocking realization*
FULL-BODY MORPHSUIT
The entire pack was seated in Vanessa's small apartment, in the livingroom. It was... Awkward. They were all used to the open sky and the chilly, but familiar, streets outside. They looked around, having long forgotten or perhaps never even known that people actually own things. It was cozy inside. Gabriel suddenly felt very guilty for having left without saying again. Jaze caught Gabriel's eyes and smiled. He understood. Gabriel realized they all did. They all understood him, and he understood them. They were a family, after all.
"Well not the Up-Town Pack definitely know we're here." Gabriel said. Conrad snickered in response. "They're dumb but you're right. No way they'd not catch our scent now that we've all travelled here in a group." he said, but quickly realized he had spoken out loud, with Vanessa in hearing range. "And by scent I mean smell. I haven't showered in weeks." he said, attempting to salvage the situation. Gabriel gave him a swift glance, and the pack fell into an awkward silence again.

"You guys had tea before?" Gabriel said suddenly to break the ice. Vanessa had made them all tea but smoe hadn't even tasted it yet. Conrad nodded, Jaze nodded, Robyn and Thomas shook their heads. Thomas spoke up for the first time in a long while. "Tea is an old lady's drink." he said and sniffed his cup, sceptical to it's contents. Conrad gave him a nudge. "That's rude. I happen to like tea, you're not calling me an old lady are you?" he said. Thomas grinned back at him. "Nah but maybe an old geezer." he retorted, finding himself quite humorous. "Watch it, kiddo." Conrad returned with a grin of his own.
Jaze shook his head and smiled. "Don't bite each others necks off." he said, to which Thomas and Conrad both responded with a snicker or a "hmpf". The atmosphere was lightening up in the room.
Gabriel looked at Vanessa. "Say, you pay rent, right? Is hot water included or does the landlord fix that?" he asked, curious. Ever since Vanessa had mentioned a shower Gabriel had been dying for some hot water. The entire pack probably was, but they could wait until the morning, when they were going to this other house Vanessa had talked about. They found Gabriel's impatience funny. Maybe he was getting attached to this girl, they thought.
*takes brownie and dips in cocoa*


I thought you wrote cola as in coke and I was gonna write "you monster" but I suppose cocoa isn't as bad
Gabriel was about to respond to Vanessa about the blanket and mentioning he's a nice guy... Though he was surprised to see Robyn was up and had followed him here. Maybe she had caught his scent. "Robyn, I'm fine." he says, with a hint of a smile. "Couldn't sleep, is all. Took a walk around and got worried the Up-Town pack might've found out where Vanessa lives. You know what they do to get to me sometimes..."
The two talked a bit while Vanessa was in the kitchen making some tea. Gabriel wasn't really much for tea but he didn't want to be impolite. "Wait, who makes tea in the middle of the night anyway?" Gabriel said jokingly to Robyn, teasing Vanessa from the other room.

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"Robyn, you should go back to sleep. We'll be travelling tomorrow. I'll stay here." Gabriel said while the trio was enjoying their tea. Knowing her, he realized she was going to protest. Before she opened her mouth, Gabriel continued. "I need the pack to be gathered for tomorrow. I'm staying here to make sure the Up-Town pack bastards don't show up."
He awaited her response.
Putting Robyn here for reference.

Name: Robyn Summers
Age: 16
Appearance:

Gender: Female

Personality: A youngster with an attitude and punk-rock style. Robyn is a straight forward person who likes to be honest about herself and everyone else (even if it means being brutally honest) and despises liars. Despite her temper she loathes violance, probably after having been physically bullied and abused by gangs during her time as a street urchin (which she has been almost all her life). Life on the street was rough and Robyn has always done whatever she can to survive and without resorting to violence or dishonesty. She dislikes beggars because she thinks they can't take care of themselves. She is fiercely devoted to her pack and Gabriel, looking up to him like a big brother, although she would never admit that.

Background: Born an orphan, Robyn spent her first 7 years in life in a poor orphanage run by an abusive couple who tried to make money off of the children. They'd look like an honest orphanage, organizing work for their children by selling cookies or other items in neighborhoods, claiming the money goes to the orphanage's funding but instead it went right down the owners' pockets. They sold the children to whoever character would pay the most, shady or not shady background. Robyn had enough with the dishonesty and ran away, thinking she could make it on her own on the streets. After a couple years, she thought she was doing fine, but was attacked and turned by a werewolf. Thinking of herself as a monster who shouldn't be alive, she was found and taken in by Gabriel. They accepted her, and she accepted them, but most importantly for her she accepted herself and what she had become.

Introduction in IC: Robyn Summers. The only one of the pack that actually had a last-name that she used. She was the youngest of the group, only 16, but had been a street urchin all her life. She had short black hair and a very punk-ish style. Quite the attitude to fit with it, too. She never did like violence however.
I didn't scare you off did I? q.q
lmao
At first, Robyn was nervous to work with a group of people and thought she'd follow Roberta into the staff-marked door and... Well, help out there or something. It became obvious she couldn't follow however, when Roberta just slid under the door... Easier said than done. Robyn was stuck with a bunch of strangers and she was all too shy to say anything. "M-might as well start cleaning, right?" she says at last and conjured a mop. Seeing as her conjures have a paper-y texture soaking up the water that was leaking from the drinking fountain was an ideal task for her... Although she hated water. She made sure - maybe too sure - not to get too close to the water with her body. This became evident when her mop grew a bit in length so she could keep a comfortable distance while mopping up. Once the paper-mop was too soaked to be of any use, she merely put it in a big bucket (or rather an improvised bucket made out of a trash-can without the plastic bag in it) and destroyed it. The mop vanished from existance, and the water was left in the bucket. She kept going.

After this I probably have to get to work... she thought to herself as she got lost in thought. She had forgotten about Roberta asking if she had a job yet, but she did remember yesterday when she was assigned the job of art class instructor. Art class! She wasn't sure if it was some kind of joke or if it was just some sort of logical conclusion drawn by Miss Dawson or whoever made that decision. Either way, she wasn't sure if she was comfortable with it or not. She loved drawing, and was good at it, but she knew next to nothing of modern art and she wasn't good with people. Or crowds. Hopefully art class wouldn't be popular.
She kept staying lost in thought as she mopped up the water carefully, going out of her way not to get a single drop on her body. Except her conjured clothes, which was alright, but still.
Shit's going down all over the place now
Sorry if I'm going too fast or something!
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