Yes, let's bring up the fact that Asuu knows details about Twilight, again.
I for one enjoy both the Twiwolves and anthro-monsters equally.
I for one enjoy both the Twiwolves and anthro-monsters equally.
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'suppose the cat's out of the bag, then. Get your bolters, chain swords and light sabers, amigos.
It's only fair. Sticks with rubber bands are way too advanced. *shakes fist at damn godmodders*
It's only fair. Sticks with rubber bands are way too advanced. *shakes fist at damn godmodders*
Oh god they have each others phone numbers. We're screwed folks.
Bad hunters, bad! You're not supposed to use technology beyond torches and pitchforks!
Bad hunters, bad! You're not supposed to use technology beyond torches and pitchforks!
Twenty-four posts in thirteen hours. Two people covered in blood and one puking her soul out. At this rate two thirds of the cast are going to be dead by tomorrow noon!
Everything went as expected. People poured into the bar, both familiar faces and curiously unknown ones. Anton was at full speed too. Already. While it certainly took some strong juice to get her going, it never took long. While picking up the glass of cheap booze - "Thanks a bunch, cutie!" - Jesse decided to keep an eye on her situation. Always payed off to stick to the drunks, always came with lots of opportunities.
"Picking on people you think are weaker than you, again?"
While she didn't exactly sweep the room, her sense of smell and hearing got her a pretty good idea about who of the pack participated in the lil' monthly get-together, but somehow she still had missed picking up on Fayth. Odd, she thought, before the full extend of the blondes little 'poking fun/insult' hit her. Causing her to grind her teeth for a brief moment, before she put up the most sickeningly sweet and obviously fake smile.
"Somebody's gotta pay the tab, right?"
Her retort was anything if not odd. Confusing for anyone who didn't know her, no doubt. Jesse loved to poke fun at how uncomplicated it was to simply beat some poor sod into the pavement and take their cash, when the other pack members tried to live a genuine, honest life with a secure income like normal people do. To the average person she'd just seem like a careless thug thriving in the utter absence of the public law in Greyville, but to the pack she was a special kind of pest. One that didn't bother to fit into human society and shamelessly abused her unfair advantages to her personal gain. It was a thorn in everyone's side, specifically for those who masked their true nature and worked hard for their paycheck. She never bothered to hide her mugging deeds either, and often enough described them with a certain pride, just to rub it in and annoy the others even more. For Jesse, there was nothing negative about picking on weaklings. Survival of the fittest in its up-to-date form, as she liked to argument.
Despite the carefree and self-ironical answer, it gnawed on her. The whole woman gnawed on her. She had planned to get back on Fay for a while now, for the beating she received. All it took was an (un)lucky encounter at night...preferably with two other betas, if not three. She had just to work out who'd qualify for the job and how to rile them up against the omega. Not an easy feat for someone who is generally making enemies left and right.
Looking after Fay for just a second, Jess noticed Mori after completely missing her arrival as well. She made a mental note to pick a place that didn't put her back towards the door next time and gave her a respectful nod during a brief moment of eye-contact.
When the bleeding guy entered the bar, she barely reacted. The intense smell of large quantities of blood didn't leave her completely unphased, but she managed to behave and not show it. Letting off steam earlier helped a great deal, too. Contrary to the general awe the bleeding man seemed to inspire, she payed him an impressed whistle. From one blood-splattered person to another.
The night was still young and full of opportunity, and Jess was not nearly lit enough to pick a fight with someone her own size yet, so she decided to sit tight, sip cheap vodka and eavesdrop on Fay and Mori for the time being.
"Picking on people you think are weaker than you, again?"
While she didn't exactly sweep the room, her sense of smell and hearing got her a pretty good idea about who of the pack participated in the lil' monthly get-together, but somehow she still had missed picking up on Fayth. Odd, she thought, before the full extend of the blondes little 'poking fun/insult' hit her. Causing her to grind her teeth for a brief moment, before she put up the most sickeningly sweet and obviously fake smile.
"Somebody's gotta pay the tab, right?"
Her retort was anything if not odd. Confusing for anyone who didn't know her, no doubt. Jesse loved to poke fun at how uncomplicated it was to simply beat some poor sod into the pavement and take their cash, when the other pack members tried to live a genuine, honest life with a secure income like normal people do. To the average person she'd just seem like a careless thug thriving in the utter absence of the public law in Greyville, but to the pack she was a special kind of pest. One that didn't bother to fit into human society and shamelessly abused her unfair advantages to her personal gain. It was a thorn in everyone's side, specifically for those who masked their true nature and worked hard for their paycheck. She never bothered to hide her mugging deeds either, and often enough described them with a certain pride, just to rub it in and annoy the others even more. For Jesse, there was nothing negative about picking on weaklings. Survival of the fittest in its up-to-date form, as she liked to argument.
Despite the carefree and self-ironical answer, it gnawed on her. The whole woman gnawed on her. She had planned to get back on Fay for a while now, for the beating she received. All it took was an (un)lucky encounter at night...preferably with two other betas, if not three. She had just to work out who'd qualify for the job and how to rile them up against the omega. Not an easy feat for someone who is generally making enemies left and right.
Looking after Fay for just a second, Jess noticed Mori after completely missing her arrival as well. She made a mental note to pick a place that didn't put her back towards the door next time and gave her a respectful nod during a brief moment of eye-contact.
When the bleeding guy entered the bar, she barely reacted. The intense smell of large quantities of blood didn't leave her completely unphased, but she managed to behave and not show it. Letting off steam earlier helped a great deal, too. Contrary to the general awe the bleeding man seemed to inspire, she payed him an impressed whistle. From one blood-splattered person to another.
The night was still young and full of opportunity, and Jess was not nearly lit enough to pick a fight with someone her own size yet, so she decided to sit tight, sip cheap vodka and eavesdrop on Fay and Mori for the time being.
Goddamn you guys are out of control, OUT OF CONTROL!
Boy, do I love problems!
Where other members of the pack left their respective home or flat, giving their families the good-bye-smooch or some such nonsense, Jesse kicked her door close, leaving nothing behind but a messy, lifeless apartment. Reeking of copulation and the feral smell one would know from animal cages at the zoo. But ultimately, it was devoid of life today. It was rather usual for the fine lady Williams to kick temporary lovers out of her lair without mercy for their bodily well-being nor the accepted noise level of the block, though not today. She left on her own, in what one would call 'good' mood, wearing nothing less than brass knuckles on her right hand like shiny, sparkly jewelry. She passed a few others on the path down the stairway, gracefully ignoring their presence, uncaring wether or not they looked at her with hostility (that would be other wolves) or awe (as did the few human inhabitants of the building). She made her way out on the streets, bouncing rather than walking. It was the night before the night, and though the bar would be crowded with canines, it was a promising night for lovers of a good scuffle.
About twenty minutes later, Jesse arrived at the bar. The acute observer would notice a time loss of about ten minutes, walking the distance from her apartment to the establishment, however. A fresh bundle of bank notes in her pocket as well as a few splatters of blood adorning her knuckle dusters and right arm implied the cause of her delay. Being without a steady income, the woman had to 'make' some money every now and then, and the unlucky victim of tonight was a semi-professional dealer trying to make some quick cash on her route to the pub. What the poor guy forgot to consider when picking a police-free neighbourhood was the better-than-average sense of smell a handful of people around here had, something that came incredibly handy when looking for a quick 'money dispenser'. After a quick 'chat' with the gentleman that thoroughly convinced him to avoid this area of Greyville in the future, Jesse arrived at the bar, quickly letting her blood-covered weapon disappear in the pockets of her sleeveless hoodie. She cared enough to superficially wipe the clearly visible blood on her arm away, leaving some less noticeable but still hardly secreted smears.
Upon entering with an utterly amused expression - the evening started fairly entertaining after all - she sought a place at the counter, avoiding the general 'pack corner'. For her it was more fun to converse with the clueless human customers anyway, and that lessened the chances for a brawl with the other wolves too. Not that she was eager to avoid such a thing, but pretending to always looked better in the eyes of the alphas. Her choice of a seat was strategically closer to Avery than to Ryan. Unsurprisingly, she addressed the human when issuing her first order of the night.
"Hey sweety, how about you pour me some vodka? Make it the good 'ol cheap stuff, alright?"
Jesse wasn't the kind to ask for expensive stuff. Heck, she hardly ever had enough money on her to pay the tab after a night of drinking cheap shit. Living at the low end of low makes you numb enough to not care, though.
About twenty minutes later, Jesse arrived at the bar. The acute observer would notice a time loss of about ten minutes, walking the distance from her apartment to the establishment, however. A fresh bundle of bank notes in her pocket as well as a few splatters of blood adorning her knuckle dusters and right arm implied the cause of her delay. Being without a steady income, the woman had to 'make' some money every now and then, and the unlucky victim of tonight was a semi-professional dealer trying to make some quick cash on her route to the pub. What the poor guy forgot to consider when picking a police-free neighbourhood was the better-than-average sense of smell a handful of people around here had, something that came incredibly handy when looking for a quick 'money dispenser'. After a quick 'chat' with the gentleman that thoroughly convinced him to avoid this area of Greyville in the future, Jesse arrived at the bar, quickly letting her blood-covered weapon disappear in the pockets of her sleeveless hoodie. She cared enough to superficially wipe the clearly visible blood on her arm away, leaving some less noticeable but still hardly secreted smears.
Upon entering with an utterly amused expression - the evening started fairly entertaining after all - she sought a place at the counter, avoiding the general 'pack corner'. For her it was more fun to converse with the clueless human customers anyway, and that lessened the chances for a brawl with the other wolves too. Not that she was eager to avoid such a thing, but pretending to always looked better in the eyes of the alphas. Her choice of a seat was strategically closer to Avery than to Ryan. Unsurprisingly, she addressed the human when issuing her first order of the night.
"Hey sweety, how about you pour me some vodka? Make it the good 'ol cheap stuff, alright?"
Jesse wasn't the kind to ask for expensive stuff. Heck, she hardly ever had enough money on her to pay the tab after a night of drinking cheap shit. Living at the low end of low makes you numb enough to not care, though.
Look, I'm not the only one! Burn the witch! Burn Asuu!
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Anything, everything! Did you see how these guys over there are looking at us? Did you see that guys nose? Let's re-arrange some faces.
Anything, everything! Did you see how these guys over there are looking at us? Did you see that guys nose? Let's re-arrange some faces.
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