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Post by John S. Rhodes on Aug 19, 2013 12:14:36 GMT -5
It was against his mother's wishes that John was sitting in the booth of one of his favorite diners. She'd tried coaxing him back to the couch, but he swore that if he had to watch one more episode of Family Feud with her, he would take the next plane out of the city and head back to where he belonged... with the marines. Honorable discharge his ass. His mother hadn't been happy, but he was a grown man of twenty-eight, so there wasn't much she could do. He hadn't escaped her completely though; she'd insisted on driving him to the train station.
Smiling at the waitress as she placed his coffee in front of him, John couldn't help but remember being a nine year old kid, sitting in that same diner with his father. That was years ago though, and his father was long gone. "Thanks." He watched the waitress walk off, adjusting the strap of his sling that was rubbing against the back of his neck. Thankfully, he was freshly out of the wheelchair he had been sent home with, but he still had some healing to do. His bruises were long gone, but a few scratches were now fading into light scars or disappearing completely. His injuries had been pretty extensive to say the least. The ex-marine had hoped to do more than sit in a diner all day, but his body could only take so much after what had happened.
For a moment, he just sat there, remembering the sounds of gunfire and jets overhead. The last thing he remembered seeing during his deployment was the face of one of his friends. The man had the face of someone who was scared shitless, like he knew what was coming before it even happened. Then came the explosion. The sound of the bell above the diner door rang, pulling John from his thoughts and back into reality. His heart was pounding much more than it should have been and his face was probably pale, but he managed to give a handsome, passing smile to the person walking in.
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Post by Elizabeth A. Rhodes on Aug 19, 2013 21:32:09 GMT -5
Elizabeth found her way to the familiar dinner. As she waited to be seated she saw a familiar face at a familiar booth and she couldn't help but smile. Making her way over, she saw that he was a bit pale. Raising an eyebrow, she ran a hand through her dark, curly hair and sighed as she placed her hand on his forehead. "How's My big bro feeling? you look a little pale, darlin'." she sighed as she placed a peck on his forehead, where her hand was and scooted into the booth, in front of him.
"You should be at home, resting. Why the hell are you here?" she asked as she opened up a menu and called over the waiter. "I think I'll have the usual" she said as she snapped the menu closed and slid it to the edge of the table. Elizabeth knew not to be worried about her brother, who had just been deployed, because he was more than capable of taking care of himself. However, he was only human. Humans could only take so much |
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Post by Amora C. Weinstein on Aug 19, 2013 21:40:21 GMT -5
Scuff. Crunch. Gravel edged up under the bottom of her flimsy pearl hued flip-flops as she carefully maneuvered around some broken glass bottles. They were no doubt from the late night criminal look alikes that gathered around the the parking lots loitering late at night - they had silvered over her like greasy snakes until she had put them in their place. Now, Amora found the diner to be quite a pleasing place; quiet - or, well, as quiet as she wanted it. Those pigs had a new found fear, and what was the harm in a few deadbeats knowing? It wasn't a secret.
Life had been less than brilliant lately, with her shortcomings nearly equaling her improvements. Wages were low, and employers could tell when you were from the bad part of town. Even a college education didn't save her from constant side-glances when she walked from her crummy looking apartment in the East Side. They wondered how she could protect herself, for she supposed the words "Were-wolf" weren't plastered upon her features with red paint.
So she walked in, wearing a pair of jean shorts and a simple pink t-shirt she had gotten on sale a few weeks ago. As she went to her normal seat, she saw a young man smile to her from the corner of her eye. Casually, she gave a smile back, her naturally extroverted self wanting to strike a conversation immediately, but she finally decided just to order her food first.
Sliding into the booth behind him, she ordered a piece of grilled chicken. Ever since she had become a werewolf, she had only longed for meat. Anything else simply wasn't appetizing.
"Hello," she said to the young man, turning in her booth to face him now. "I'm Amora," she said happily. It was so unfortunate that such an extroverted person as Amora hadn't made any friends yet. She hadn't been in the city for long, but she usually was the first person to come up to someone for a quick conversation when she was bored. Lately, she had many things on her mind though, such as her clients. Some were just as crazy as she was...or worse. It only depended on which one she was referring to. |
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Aug 20, 2013 1:18:57 GMT -5
John rolled his eyes when he heard his sister's voice. "Of all the places you could have gone to today..." he said, shaking his head. By the time he reached up to swat her hand away, she was already pulling back to sit across from him. It was funny how much she had really grown up since he was last out on leave. As close as they may have been when he was home, John had still always enjoyed tormenting his baby sister from time to time. As a matter of fact, he still did.
"You sound like mom," he scowled. "I needed to get out, I'm going crazy in that house." Nobody took care of him quite like his mother did and while a part of him wanted to curl up on the couch and let her wait on him hand and foot all day, the part of him that had watched one of his closest friends get blown up was in need of an escape. The look in John's eyes when he saw the waiter eyeing his sister was a dangerous one that caused the younger man to quickly focus on the order rather than the girl ordering it. The poor guy was saved another icy glare when John heard someone talking to him.
Score! Turning in his seat as well, John gave the young lady a rather devilish grin. "I'm John," he responded, eyes gleaming. He had always been one to enjoy the fairer sex. "I don't think I've seen you around before." That wasn't surprising... Illyri was a city, and a large one at that. Still, he had to make conversation somehow. "I would have remembered a face like yours." Always the flirt. He didn't even wonder what his sister was thinking behind him as the waiter left their table. She was probably use to the way he flirted with women anyway. The strap of his sling was once again rubbing into his neck and he had an itch deep inside the cast, but at least his arm wasn't aching or throbbing at the moment. "Are you new around here?"
(OOC: Sorry guys, would have answered right away, since I was on, but Sons of Anarchy... it kind of distracted me. Oh, and phantom, I accidentally told you to put down "justified" for the text alignment in the code. I should have said "justify")
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Post by Amora C. Weinstein on Aug 20, 2013 2:04:37 GMT -5
On an average day, Amora wouldn't care what someone thought of her residency in the East Side and the particularly rugged life she lived. Upon most business meetings, she would be professional and witty - no one even expected that she could be in a werewolf pack in the East Side - let alone the leader of it. Her personality shone with luster of a charismatic spark that few seemed to possess in the hard times. A sort of optimism defined her from the rest and had taken her strait to the top. Despite hard time, there had to be stars, if only on a miniature scale.
A young woman came in suddenly, loud and boisterous...and certainly demanding. Obviously, she was his sister. Oh, the beauty of sibling-hood she thought as her mind lingered back to home. Amora was still glad she had left; there was so much more to do in the city, and college had given her a head start to greater things.
The guy in front of her grinned, flashing her a flirtatious grin, which she returned, suddenly not feeling bored out of her mind. It was about time she started meeting people. Couldn't stay holed away in her house forever. "I haven't seen you either much, and I'm a regular at this place. I've been here a few months...on the bad side of town, so that's probably why you haven't seen me," she said, with a shrug. He was very cute, and she couldn't help ignoring the butterflies that jittered in her stomach when she attempted to make eye contact. He was a human, but wasn't she a human with a wolf's body? They were both mortal. So what was the difference that she found him slightly attractive. Well, more than slightly....
Amora noticed his cast and bruising almost immediately as she had walked in, but where she came from, you didn't ask about your injuries. All the same, they weren't in the East Side any longer. No, they were in the Center City. And completely out of territory - not that it mattered anyways. Amora wasn't one for stirring shit.
"So, let me guess, you tripped?" she asked, bright blue eyes beaming as she joked, giving him an excuse for conversation. She truly hated to be prying, but it was of her nature completely.
Turning back to the woman, she spoke once more. "Hello there," she said with a pleasing smile, just to make sure his sister didn't think she was completely ignoring her. It was best to simply be civil, especially while she was out of bounds. Wouldn't want to be bothered...or anything in this different part of town. It was her favorite diner! The most popular merchandise in the East Side was illegal substances. As ghetto a house she lived in, she did not adhere to trashy standards.
ooc: thanks for fixing. Sorry its so long, but it's below the 500 limit. I have trouble making small posts. Dx
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Post by Elizabeth A. Rhodes on Aug 20, 2013 7:01:03 GMT -5
Elizabeth giggled as her brother stated that he was going crazy being home with their mother and what-not. She understood how annoying that must be, Before she could respond, someone else had his attention. Elizabeth was used to random women coming up to her big brother and just flat out flirting with him. It was the usual. She shook her head as the waiter came back with her espresso and bagel and she started to dig in before continuing her thoughts.
When John turned around and continued to flirt with the random broad sitting behind him. She rolled her eyes as she took a quiet sip of her espresso and she ran another hand through her hair. ugh, should have pulled it up today she thought. Elizabeth liked how the girl didn't pay her any mind, as she was obviously having a civilized conversation with her brother, who she rarely sees. Right as the thought popped up in her mind, the girl was suddenly speaking to her. She rose an eyebrow because it was the first time a girl that was flirting with her brother, acknowledge her. Pleased, but definitely not moved, she returned the smile, but it wasn't genuine and she gave a blunt. "Hm.." as she took a bite of her bagel.
Out of boredom, she called the waiter back over and started to flirt with him. Elizabeth was sometimes considered a man-eater, but she liked to think of herself as a per-suassion-ist. It was a word she made up, but it basically meant that she was able to persuade anyone she wanted and she got what she wanted, the only people it didn't work on was her family and that was because they saw right through her. |
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Aug 20, 2013 16:24:55 GMT -5
"My sister," John said, after Amora greeted Elizabeth. "Adorable, isn't she?" He didn't bother even glancing at Elizabeth. "I wish," he said, going back to her reaction to his arm. He hadn't yet noticed his sister chatting up the waiter, luckily. He still had problems thinking of her as a woman. In his mind, she was still a little girl who played with Barbies.
"I was injured while fighting overseas, so I just got home a couple of weeks ago" he said, smiling grimly. "Got an honorable discharge from the marines." If there was one thing he would miss the most, other than his friends of course, it was the uniform. Wearing his uniform never failed to get a woman's attention. Although, he didn't seem to be having much of a problem without it. "Why don't you join us?" he asked, not sure if it would annoy his sister or not. He would make it up to her later... maybe. "Lizzie doesn't mind, do you Lizzie? John looked back at his sister, his smile staying in place even as he caught the waiter flirting with her. His eyes turned cold though and he gave the kid a look of warning. His poor sister was never going to get a guy with him around. Ever.
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Post by Elizabeth A. Rhodes on Aug 20, 2013 16:43:40 GMT -5
Elizabeth was enjoying her conversation about abs with the waiter but all of that crashed and burned when her brother gave him a cold look. The guys eyes widened and quickly and awkwardly got up from the table and returned to his job. Grimacing, Liza would turn towards her brother who was asking if the female from the other table could join them. When she heard the familiar name "Lizzie" come out of John's mouth, she winced and gave him a sarcastic smile. "No, I don't mind at all, JohnnyBunny. the bitch-oops, I mean, girl..can join us" she looked at the girl and smiled as she scooted over and patted the seat next to her. "Come, Darlin' don't be so shy"
Elizabeth had the tendency to get a little jealous when other females popped up in the picture, it's not that she wanted her brother to be forever alone, she just didn't want their bonding time to be ruined. She folded her legs and decided to at civilized before things got carried away, it was going to be hard to do what she was about to do, but she would swallow her pride and do it.
Clearing her throat, she turned her head towards the girl. "Ahem, Sorry, Amora, is it? I'm Elizabeth. I have a bit of a- uh. Temper and I tend to say things I don't mean" she placed her hand over her chest and added a sincere look on her face. "Could you ever find it in your heart to forgive a girl like me?" she pouted, she was famous for her pout, no one could resist. She stayed in the postion she was in until she got a response out of the girl, or at least a facial expression. Elizabeth knew how to get under peoples skin, she was good for it and she had no intention of getting rid of that trait, it kept her happy and strong and that way, she wouldn't get knocked down so easily, She was a tough cookie to crack and trust me, she wasn't going to give up so easily, especially when it came to her brothers. |
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Post by Amora C. Weinstein on Aug 20, 2013 22:23:25 GMT -5
Amora winced and gave a half-hearted twinge of a smile as he explained about his arm and how it had become injured. She had nearly forgotten the immense healing processes that the average person went through when broken up. For her, it would only be a few days before she was back to normal, and bruises faded within hours. It was a shame though, for he was such a pretty thing. "Sounds painful," she said, not only referring to the broken arm but to also being discharged. "Don't worry - they lost a damn good solider," she said reassuringly.
"Well...of course I'll join you all," she said, sliding into the seat next to Elizabeth. Watch your mouth, girlie she thought, suddenly calming herself as visions of her transforming into a massive red and white wolf appeared in her mind. For now, she just bit her tongue, knowing that the girl had a big mouth on her. She'd be dead in a second in her pack. Most of them were brutes, thieves, or killers. Some of them had many specialties that consumed their time, and many of them were elite - not so elite that she couldn't put them in their place, though.
Little bothered by Elizabeth's foul attitude, she looked back to her. "Yes, I'm Amora. It is nice to meet you. Don't worry about it," she said, looking back to them both. "Used to it.." she said with a shrug. |
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Aug 21, 2013 2:05:15 GMT -5
The urge to bury his head in his hands was strong when Elizabeth called Anora a bitch. Giving her a disapproving look, he wanted nothing more than to kick her under the table, though he refrained from doing so. "JohnnyBunny? Is that really the best you can do?" he asked, arching a brow before looking back to Anora as she took her seat.
It was John's turn to roll his eyes at Elizabeth's theatrics. Sisters... they were confusing and tricky creatures to say the least. Clearing his throat, John was quick to turn the subject around. "Soooo," he said, giving Anora a half smile. "Where are you from?" He made sure to not let his eyes... well, wander, however tempted he may have been. He certainly wouldn't have minded waking up next to her.
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Post by Elizabeth A. Rhodes on Aug 21, 2013 19:19:14 GMT -5
Elizabeth was a bit curious when the girl stated that she was used to the foul language and hate. SOmething Elizabeth absolutely loved, was a person with a story. Interested in the girl, suddenly, Elizabeth leaned forward, towards the girl, and relaxed her face. "Used to it, You say, Hm, I'm having second thoughts.." she said, her voice a bit deeper and slower. She was dragging her words. "I'm having second thoughts about you, Dove." she winked and looked over at her brother who was giving her a disapproving look. She knew he was probably upset with her, and she understood completely, but she continued to play it tough.
She grinned when he asked if JohnnyBunny was the best she could do, and actually, it wasn't, she had far more embarrassing names to call him, she just wasn't interested in it right now. What she was interested in was the girl that had joined them. Here, Elizabeth thought that girl was stuck-up and snobby like the rest of the girls that were interested in her brother. This was something new to her so she didn't know what to do with it, but of course she wouldn't admit that. She was the type to make you think that she had everything under control and she always knew what to do. That's how she liked it and that's how it was going to be.
Running a hand through her hair, she'd finish up her bagel and choke down her espresso afterwards. "Tell me, Dove, What is it that you're used to?" she said after her brother attempted to change the subject. Elizabeth wasn't quite done yet and she wanted to make that clear, she thought that after they left this diner, she'd have a new associate. |
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Post by Amora C. Weinstein on Aug 21, 2013 19:41:46 GMT -5
Sibling rivalries - they were the most juvenile aspects of life, especially when shared between two who were practically adults. Not that she was downing John, but his sister was highly irritating. Amora was used to assholes. Perhaps, Elizabeth would even think that to be a compliment, with her dramatically fake dark attitude. No irritation showed on her face though, mostly because she wasn't going to let the other girl 'win'....or get whatever gratification she got from pushing people around.
With a slight twinge of her lips, she looked back to Elizabeth. "Are you trying to be intimidating or something? It's not working," she stated, completely disregarding everything that had just been said. Amora had always been "one of the guys" and had always had an independent streak in her....a tomboy persona that she took on.
Right now, Amora wasn't quite sure what Elizabeth was trying to accomplish. In reality, she acted like one of those intimidating thieves in the East Side. "I'm just used to the rougher crowd. Not that I think you are," she said calmly.
"I'm from West Virginia, where I grew up most of my life. I to New York City a few years ago and lived in the slums. Now, I live here, in the East Side," she said, allowing them to listen instead of speak. |
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Post by John S. Rhodes on Aug 22, 2013 1:45:47 GMT -5
Oh, Jesus... John thought to himself, drinking some of his coffee as Elizabeth continued to spout her shit. He loved his sister, dearly as a matter of fact, but he was starting to wish that she would put her foot in her mouth. Choking on his coffee, John couldn't keep himself from laughing at Amora's response. He had to hand it to Amora, she seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders and knew how to not take anybody's shit.
"The East Side?" He was somewhat surprised, admittedly, not having pegged her for an East Side kind of girl. Then again, he knew from experience that not everyone from the East Side lived up to the reputation. It wasn't exactly a bad thing. After his father died, John started hanging out a little too much over there and got himself into plenty of trouble doing so. Arching a brow at Elizabeth, he wondered what she could possibly say in respone. The Rhodes family had resided in the Falls long before either John or Elizabeth were even born. "What brought you to Illyri, of all places?" John was genuinely curious. Sure, it was a big city with plenty around and plenty to do, but there were other cities out there, more places to see. Still, he was never bored in Illyri, never had been and probably never would be.
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Post by Elizabeth A. Rhodes on Aug 22, 2013 6:56:23 GMT -5
Elizabeth wasn't too shocked when the girl said she was from the east side, that would explain the girls response. Pleased by the girls reaction, Elizabeth gave a pleasing look to the girl and smiled. "No, Dove..'Intimidating' isn't in my resume..I Like you!" she clapped. "Watch out, John..You now have competition." she joked. Elizabeth wasn't the intimidating type. She just liked to test people and see what their boundaries were. Not many people passed the test, but Elizabeth was rather pleased when someone finally stood up for themselves. John might not have liked her ethic, but obviously it was getting somewhere.
Elizabeth leaned in when John asked Amora a question, she was interested to know how this girl came about to be the independent female she seemed to be, but maybe that's how things were on the East Side. Raised tough, as soldiers, individuals. |
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Post by Amora C. Weinstein on Aug 22, 2013 7:25:41 GMT -5
Amora gave possibly the only sincere smile since she had been sitting in the booth, and to her surprise she was happy to find acceptance. Still in the back of her mind was the fact that she had only met them and that first impressions could be not only incorrect...but deadly. There was little to fear down that avenue, she assured herself. Both of them were completely human, and she planned to keep her lycanthropy to herself as long as possible. She wasn't one for spilling her guts, especially when it could put her pack in danger. It was best that the pack of this area not know what she looked like...or even her name. Word spreads, though; she was sure it would be out in a matter of days.
If people couldn't do any better than stereotype a living situation, she wanted little to do with them. These two seemed to see it as some sort of empowerment - and it was, in a way. The East Side taught her things that she couldn't have even learned in this part of town, where a moderate amount of crime occurred. It taught her a way of life and a new type of social conduct that few followed. It was easy to deny that she had changed. The reality was that she was more independent. Even so, she did not lower herself to commit petty larceny.
"Opportunity," she said. A simple answer for a simple question. "There wasn't much to do in my home town, especially not for a Social Worker...and well, my aptitude in certain areas. I am quite content where I am now. The reason I moved there was so I would be forced to be conservative with money, but I learned much more," she said, with a slight smile, indicating that she knew the ways of the streets. |
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