Sept 14, 17
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Integration
[1]- "The action or process of integrating; the intermixing of people or groups previously segregated..."
-Found it through google
No One's Perspective-
"Wait! Wait, Tori!" she snapped frantically, her strides bounding through the semi-crowded halls. "Tori!"
"What?" the singer groaned, turning to her sister. "What do you want? I need to get my stuff sorted before the bell rings."
Trina merely rolled her eyes, setting her hands on her hips. The resemblance of her mother became striking at that moment. "Calm down, it's fifteen until. Anyway," she waved off, "You are going to Jekyll & Hyde Blvd after school right?" Before her sister could answer - or bob her head for the matter - Trina continued. "Well, I was looking at this new, exotic hair softener and I want it so could you get it for me while you're down there?"
"What? What one?"
"The Romance Blend," the elder sister answered swiftly.
A palm reached the youngest's forehead as she sighed. "Trina, that's not going to work well for you."
"Why not?"
"Probably because the Roman's didn't know shit about werewolves! They were kind enough -"
"They conquered so many places and made them Roman."
"- to try and please the Occult Community but they didn't do that well... I'm talking about werewolves Trina! Not the whole southern Europe!"
"And nowadays Turkey, the middle east, some of Africa-" The singer huffed, her locker door swinging open to leave the elder sister in silence. "Fine, fine, I'll stop it." Tori nodded in appreciation, still rummaging through the locker for her morning textbooks - luckily, none were needed that day. "Anyway," Trina continued, "Could you buy some of The Romance Blend? I want to see if it works."
Rolling her eyes, the half-Latina sighed, "It's not going to."
"Whatever, it's better than that smelly stuff you have."
"It smells like honey!" Tori whined, gawking once her sister's strides left the lockers. "Wha- I... Alright, alright, don't come running to me if you end up dying your hair orange." With her head shaking, the singer continued to shuffle through her locker idly, mentally processing all of the chores needed to be completed at the street. Her eyes flickered towards the mirror, narrowing at the small chip running along the corner. "God damn it," she growled quietly, thumbing over the rough edge.
Wearily, Tori continued with her constant rummage, mentally noting that her supreme organizational skills recently allowed her more time during the day. However, once doe eyes flashed towards the reflection resting along the door, a small grin quirked her features. Lights blinked as the door slammed - she figured she'd get a new battery - before her strides flowed through the crowded hall. Pale eyes blinked towards the half-Latina as steps reached her locker, pierced eyebrow arching.
"What do you want?" Jade growled tiredly.
"Did you bring that bag of chips you got last night?"
The question froze the thespian's movements abruptly, eyes narrowing. "How did-" Jade leaned forward, snatching the pear-phone from the singer's grasp. A small smirk played her lips, Tori humming in response. "That wasn't me," Jade growled swiftly, clearing her throat as the singer rolled her eyes.
"Uh huh, anyway," the teen continued, "So..." Her eyebrow raised as a couple passed, glances meeting the two girls. Doe eyes followed the two as they chuckled, narrowing once comments were given. "God...one thing I hate about mortals is they can't understand to keep their voice down," she muttered, Jade nodding in agreement; the comment, to say the very least, wasn't flattering which stood to be ironic in the goth's eyes as they watched the girl attempt to pull down her shorts for dress code. "D'you want to get to the closet?" the half-Latina asked quietly, Jade nodding for a fraction of a second before being hauled off by her wrist.
"Jesus, Vega," she snarled as her steps stumbled into the small room, a grip wringing her wrist, "Do you have to pull so hard?"
"Oh quit it," Tori scoffed, "I didn't pull that hard." The scornful glare sent her way said otherwise. "Anyway," she continued, ignoring Jade's rather crude choice of words, "We'll have to go to Jekyll & Hyde Blvd after school to do our stuff. You think you'd be able to drive?"
"Isn't that-"
"It's in Los Angeles and they really liked the movie and the book," Tori explained, adding, "So?"
Pursing her lips, Jade nodded. "So, right after or..."
"Yeah," the half-Latina nodded, grimacing at the shrieking bell. "That's us."
"Yep," the goth sighed, wrenching the janitor's door open.
-(:)-
The door slammed against the side, the vehicle groaning in retort as she strolled off ignorantly. Beside her flowed steps coming from a softer shut of the door, dark eyes glancing out towards the street. Jade grimaced as Tori sighed at her side, pale eyes sweeping across the small parking lot. "You brought me to a wall of graffiti..." she hummed softly, the surge of expressive color shouting at the two from the bricks.
"Well..." the half-Latina growled, brows furrowed once steps stopped short, "You could get arrested for being unlicensed during full moon..." Tori rolled her eyes as Jade muttered something about her heritage, continuing forth on her path. "Anyway, as I said, the Occult Community has to have the supreme art of blending in...why would they have something were people would think it looks nice and hang around here all the time?"
With the question - as the goth mentally admitted to be fair - held in the air, Jade bit the inside of her cheek, eyes wondering about. She bristled at the sudden warmth wafting through her senses, brows set straight across her forehead. "That -" Tori turned around, an amused smirk crossing her features "- would be the ley gate... Every market in the U.S is built on one and this is the closest to Los Angeles. The temperature will change drastically depending on the light, so it's warm right now."
"Obviously," Jade grunted, turning around the corner which Tori meandered towards, finding herself in a rather sketchy alleyway. With the end of the narrow path in sight, however, the thespian held her tongue, apprehension testing her nerves. She raised a brow at the chatter of a crowd ahead, Tori giving a quaint grin. Eyes blinked towards the street sign leaning against the edge of the brick wall, 'Jekyll & Hyde Blvd' bolded across.
Her strides abruptly halted once eyes widened, gaze tracing along the long street as it curved around one corner. Canines flashed as Jade gawked, her grip slacking around her shredded clothing. Several people crowded the street, cars parked along the edge whilst the others mingled. Vampires - she assumed with their glinting eyes and pale complexion - huddled under the shades, chortling as a young, turned werewolf zoomed past. Jade blinked, furrowing her brows at the different breeds all about, chatting like any other human.
"Come on," Tori jerked her head, "We have to get your replacement clothes and get you signed up." Jade blinked towards the half-Latina, momentarily stunned by the way the sun - as bright as ever - hit bronze skin along heightened cheekbones.
"I- I... Alright but, er, how the hell-"
"Leygate," the singer answered, "Think of them as the ends of a patch on a quilt... They basically are the stitching and you are able to go between them to reach the parts that are hidden at certain times. Luckily for us, this one's a bit more able to be manipulated but there's some like Sleepy Hallow where you have to cross the barrier down to the second." Nodding, the goth followed the other, eyes darting about frantically. She shuffled past several, earning different reactions such as a humble apology and a disgruntled growl.
The mass thinned once their strides met the corner, people slugging in and out of shops. "There," Tori gestured towards what looked like an apartment complex, "That's Wolff Security. They have some shelters available and all of that too." Once her head bobbed once again, Jade sauntered towards the road with Tori, her hand twitching as it considered to side with the other.
"You know dude -" her ears perked, eyes trailing towards two men strolling out of Wolff Security "- this is your fault, you didn't have to turn so quick."
"But she was hot man," the stockier of the two sighed, "I just needed to..."
"Well, you two nudists would be great together," the other chuckled, elongated fangs poking through, "Excuse us..." Jade nodded as he veered away, allowing the pair to step into the premise. Immediately Jade scowled at the several scents hanging in the air, strong musky odors didn't - unsurprisingly - mix all that well with dainty flowers in the corner. Perhaps the several vases scattered about were supposed to drown out the bulky men - primarily alphas as she sneered once again - unintentionally left their marks. Though, as the thespian supposed, it wasn't like the two girls didn't leave anything either.
Her gaze swept across the room, finding several seats, magazines - some being read by calmed werewolves while other pages were slowly flipped over by the few who didn't realize their friend (much like her and Tori) were a part of this world - and the vases. Jade took a moment to appreciate her desire to smash one against the opposing wall.
Steps introduced the voice behind the rather scattered desk - though it seemed to the thespian that it was indeed organized with several fliers - attention thusly switching over towards the short, squat woman with a cheery smile. She also wanted to punch the woman's teeth in. "How may I help you two today?" she asked brightly.
Giving her own smile, Tori answered, "Ah, yes. We, er, had an incident and now Jade here is turned."
"Alright, you are Tori D. Vega with O- and your breed is..."
"Rocky Mountain," the half-Latina murmured with a small nod, "Yep, that's me."
"Alright," the woman hummed, turning her attention towards the goth. "And you'll need to fill this out -" she pulled a clip board from the scattered, organized mess "- and hand it to me to see to your services."
"Thanks..." Jade hummed quietly, Tori pulling the goth towards the side. Once seated beside a rather nervous man and another who pursed a smile, the thespian groaned at the five pages of paperwork. "So, wait...how many breeds are there?"
"A lot, actually," the singer answered, "I mean, we're all across the world so, yeah." With that, Jade began to fill out the papers diligently, scanning across every line with her own pen - seemingly to appear out of thin air - clicking in her hand.
. . .
Wolff Security Resignation Form: Return to front desk/through mail
Date: 10/29/13
Name (Last, First, First letter of Middle): West, Jade A.
Continent: North America
Country: United States
State/Province/City State: California
County/Section/Other: County of Los Angeles
Wood Border:_
. . .
"Tori?" Jade mumbled, the singer snapping her eyes towards the paper, "What is a wood border?"
"Oh," she blinked, "Right, it's the wooded area you live by since werewolves are kind of required to live up to ten miles from one... So, uh, which one do you live by? The park I mean."
A studded brow arched before Jade growled, "The same one you do. Our neighborhoods are literally right next to each other."
"Oh yeah... So that'll be Boar-range."
"Boar?"
"Last name." Jade nodded, heaving a soft sigh before diving back to the paper.
. . .
Wood Border: Boar Range
Address & Zip Code: 3495 San Vicente Blvd,
. . .
Her brows furrowed, searching for another line whilst the teen beside her turned her attention towards the nervous man as he shuffled towards the front desk. Shrugging, Jade finished the line, going onto the next piece.
. . .
Address & Zip Code: 3495 San Vicente Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90033
Lycanthrope Details
Breed: Lycan
Height (estimation is accepted): 8 ft.
Weight (estimation is accepted): 300 lbs.
Fur Color: Black
Eye Color: Turquoise
Blood Type: O-
. . .
"Tori? What would you think about my canine length?"
The half-Latina furrowed her brows. "Erm... I'd say about...I don't know. Mine are a bit smaller for my size and you're about the same as me so... I'd go with two-and-a-half. Mine's barely two."
"Alright..."
. . .
Canine Size: 2 1/2 in.
Sex: Female
Identification (put an X in the box best suited below):
[ ]- Dormant
[ ]- Omega
[ ]- Alpha
[X]- Female Alpha
Mated (yes or no): No
If disease is present, mark the following:
[ ]- HIV
[ ]- Rickets
[ ]- Wendigo Syndrome (Witiko)
[ ]- Forest Rabies
[ ]- Rabid Syndrome
[ ]- Other
Handler/Wolff Worker Notes:
. . .
The thespian calmly flipped the page over, gnawing at her bottom lip as some conversation picked up around her. The other man seated himself a chair over from Tori, greeting hesitantly. Sighing, Jade tuned the two out, furrowing her brows at the printed words along the page.
. . .
Turn Details (To be filled in by biter or guardian)
(Mark box that best suits turn initiation with an X):
[ ]- Bite
[ ]- Birth
[ ]- Other
(Mark box that best suits bite with an X):
[ ]- Aggravated Bite
[ ]- Turned Bite
[ ]- Simple Bite
[ ]- Witiko Bite
[ ]- Rabid Bite (promptly see doctor)
Wolf Identification (To be filled out by handler/Wolff Worker)
Height:_
Weight:_
Bite Force:_
Eye Color:_
Fur Color:_
Paw Circumference:_
Canine Length:_
Handler/Wolff Worker Notes:
. . .
"Tori," Jade grumbled, shifting the two pages over towards the half-Latina, "There's a part for you."
The singer nodded, the paper in her hands while the man beside her greeted himself with his hand stretched. "Name's Jerry, yours?" he smiled gingerly, Jade hesitantly shaking it. She answered with her own before he turned back towards Tori briefly. "She bite you?"
Bobbing her head, Jade muttered, "Yeah...in the bathroom." Eyes skewed shut as the door opened, sunlight briefly shining across the chairs. White orbs crossed her mind, a dreadful shudder ripping through her consciousness. Hurriedly, pale eyes snapped open, blinking towards her side. Jerry flicked his gaze towards the counter, his friend waving him over with another Wolff worker. He nodded, discreetly bidding a farewell before trotting off towards the back rooms. Jade watched as Tori filled the paper, the pen scratching against the material drowned out in her skull. Once the half-Latina was finished, she flipped the pages to the front, dark eyes switching to pale. Both gave a small smile, Tori jerking her head towards the front.
"We'll have to go and get the last of it," she murmured, "Come on." With ease, both stood from their seats, making their way through the room to the counter. The short woman smiled brightly - Jade internally mauling her face - before the small packet was slipped into her hands.
Her brilliant, grey eyes slid along the page, head bobbing slightly. "Lycan...alright..." she muttered under her breath, the pages whisking back as eyes briefly hardened along the top. Grey eyes shifted towards the singer, the woman watching carefully. "Tori D. Vega, patient of Lothur Retter?" she asked quickly, gesturing towards the windows.
"Yeah, that's me," Tori nodded, the woman pursing her lips.
"Now that I think about it..." the woman started to bustle about, rummaging through a filing cabinet which groaned stubbornly. In an instant, a packet - a few pages bigger than Jade's own - was in her grasp. "You're in need for a check up, Miss Vega... Haven't had one since...twelve?"
Nodding, an answer came: "Sounds about right."
The woman pursed her lips, giving a short bow. "Wait by the chairs, alright? We'll get you two set up in the other rooms once the lads come back out." Both girls seated themselves moments later, Jade furrowing her brows.
"Why are we going back to the other rooms?" she turned towards the singer.
"It's to basically have identification on us when we're wolves. It's nearly impossible to really tell than our human or turned forms because wolves can look really similar," Tori explained.
"Then why were you able to know that was me in the video?"
"What black wolf has blue-green eyes, running down your neighborhood and catching a bag of chips?" came a quick question. Pursing her lips, Jade remained quiet while the other chuckled.
"They're turquoise..."
"Whatever."
Pale eyes rolled as the half-Latina snickered, the thespian finding the fan swinging above them interesting. The blades moved swiftly, leaving distorted lines in what sunlight bled through the blinds. Several others shuffled in their seats, bringing Jade's attention to the ground. "Who's Dr. Retter?" she turned to Tori.
"Oh," the singer nodded, "He's one of the more known doctors on this street. He researches a bunch of stuff and is kind of like a scientist too... He helps out with my issues anyway. Mine and others." Once again, Jade dropped her gaze towards the floor, observing the cleansed tiles. She gave a sigh, Tori shifting beside her, blandly gazing across the street through the door.
"Tori and Jade?" called a voice, both girls picking up their heads. The Wolff worker - smiling as the two other men shuffled passed - gestured over, encouraging their steps to flood towards the back rooms. Jade kept herself behind the half-Latina, observing the several pictures hung along the walls in fine detail. Most of which, however, didn't spark a general interest as most had taken a liking in depicting meadows and other natural forestry. Soon enough, the two teens found themselves in a rather large, cozy room, the Wolff worker standing beside the closed door. "So I'm Rebecca," she greeted, "And today we have an appointment for Jade, newly turned, and Tori's? That correct?"
"Yes ma'am," Tori nodded, shuffling with her shirt. "Jade, you're going to be turning."
Pale eyes blinked before switching over, the half-Latina's long back exposed, shirt to the small table beside them. "Oh, right..." Jade mumbled, sheepishly dropping her own to the table. Once both were stripped down - hands clutching biceps as skin prickled against the cool air - the Wolff worker made some notes, eyeing the few scars from childhood memories running along Jade's legs.
"How recently did you turn?"
"Erm..." the goth furrowed her brows, "A couple of nights ago."
"Alright... And you do know how to turn on your own, correct? It says here you're a Lycan," Rebecca hummed, flipping through the pages. Jade nodded, briefly glancing at the teen beside her before cheeks burned lightly; the whole naked-thing was still quite abnormal in her eyes. "Anyway, since you are new, Tori here can turn to show you how to do it with more ease...and so I can jot down some notes here."
"Alright," the singer murmured, pursing her lips into a tight smile as she glanced at Jade. In a quick motion, she launched herself over the table, body seamlessly morphing into a creature rather than a human. Black horns gleamed in the light, doe eyes searching for the two other's attention. Jade observed as the quite lanky wolf - legs making up most of her skinny frame - strolled towards her. Thick, mousy fur brushed against her legs, tails swishing softly. Hands found the temple of Tori's head, scratching to earn a smile from her own lips and a tapping foot from the wolf.
"Alright girls," Rebecca chuckled, the scratches of her pen ceasing, "You both are female alphas, correct?"
"Yeah," Jade nodded.
"Alright...alright," the worker glanced over the papers, "So now it's your turn. You know how to turn, don't you?"
"Yeah." Breathing calmly, Jade closed her eyes once Rebecca nodded, notes ready in hand. Raven hair grew swiftly after a few moments, the goth arching her back as Tori tilted her head. The black wolf opened its great, pale eyes, shaking once molten warmth receded from her bones.
Quickly, the wolf turned towards the other, Tori's black nose pointed towards her own. Ears pinned back as nostrils flared, tails wagging softly. The raven wolf brought herself on all fours, not reaching the eight of the black horns; however, as Rebecca scrawled across, the lean muscle easily gained several more pounds than the singer. The Lycan's small, pink tongue hung from her gaping jaw, teeth baring playfully as the other leaned down in a bow. Entertained, Rebecca remained on the side, eyes observing the two wolves.
Paws batted each other softly, teeth nipping before legs tore across the room. Excited, the raven wolf bounded after the horned-on, tail high and waving. Cheerful barks sounded, Rebecca's eyes rolling. However, the quaint smile couldn't be suppressed. "Alright girls," she muttered, halting the two as teeth gently wrapped themselves around the singer's neck, ears pointed back while Jade stood beside the lying figure. "Come on, play time's over... Though I doubt you'll do worse than the last two here. Anyway," she shook her head, "Now turn to your turned form. Come on."
Jade squeaked as bones cracked, the small black horns lengthening into mighty ones, wrapping about the longer ears. Great hands clutched the ground as the hind paws scraped against the tile, Tori's tail flicking about. Doe eyes found the raven wolf, head drooping once she saw the haunches falling, fur settling down from their defensive height.
The thespian's gaze flowed throughout the long limbs before her, hands gingerly gripping the ground. The black socks ghosted up the limbs as they had on the wolf prior, tail curled between the half-Latina's legs. Pale eyes kept to dark rust, tail swishing to find no white orbs glowing back at her. The horns perched proudly on the singer's head - too - were darker, not the foreboding grey they were two nights before. Her head twisted towards Rebecca, finding herself not surprised at the stricken stare; the Wolff worker, as Jade supposed, was startled to find how large - how heavily built - the other was compared to the rather small wolf from before. She blinked towards Jade, giving a slow nod.
With ease, limbs crawled towards the great wolf-thing. Tori jerked hesitantly as a head burrowed itself in her chest, long fur coating the wolf like a soft blanket. Black tails swished gently, large arms wrapping themselves around the now smaller figure. "I- I 'or- 'orry," the baritone husk rumbled against Jade, the black wolf humming appreciatively. Tori's soft grip loosened as the wolf beside her grew, muzzle lengthening while limbs did the same.
The Lycan remained nestled beside the other, pale eyes closed gently.
Rebecca cleared her throat, snapping the eyes open. "So, Tori, can you still not talk all the way?" she asked, earning a shake of the head. "Alright, I'd like you two to stand to your fullest height and we should be good to go once we're done here." Departing, both werewolves stood, towering over the worker in front of them. Nodding Rebecca asked to move about the room, eyes watchful with their graceful movements. "Alright..." she hummed, dropping the pen to her side, "Alright, now we have...teeth. Tori?" The singer flashed a grim smile - the best to offer as turned to such a creature - Rebecca nodding slowly. "Okay, Jade?"
The thespian followed suit, her canines indeed longer than the half-Latina's. Though, as she observed, hers were not as sharp.
"Okay!" Rebecca chirped, "We are done here! Now you two girls can go get your clothes back on and meet with Mrs. Jupiter at the front desk. I'll just go ahead and talk with her about the notes." Tori gave a soft, low sigh at the last comment, watching the worker's weary stare snap back to the thicker packet. The door closed with a soft click, the two girls already shrinking back to their usual form. Tori scowled towards the door, Jade arching a brow.
"What's got up in your ass?"
"Nothing," Tori mumbled, "It's just every single time I have an appointment, with these people anyway, they always worry so much about the changes in my forms. If they knew better or listened to Dr. Retter, they'd know this is going to happen."
"What d'you mean?" Jade asked, pulling her pants over her legs.
"It's just..." the singer growled, shuffling with her own articles of clothing, "What I have is dangerous but I'm not. And if they did the proper fucking research, they'd know what they would be handling. I swear, just because I grew a couple of inches doesn't mean shit." Nodding, Jade shifting towards the door, torn clothes hanging from her arms as Tori shuffled with her shoes. Once laces were tied, the two girls meandered down the hall, keeping nervous, small smiles across their lips.
Rebecca and the shorter woman - Jade assumed that would be Mrs. Jupiter - came about the corner, giving grand smiles of their own. "Alright! Now we have those clothes right there...hand them over and you want to replace them?"
"Only the jacket," Jade muttered gruffly, handing over the coat. Tori smirked at Jade's longing gaze, pale eyes finding the finality of the clothing's departure rather mournful. As Rebecca started to stride dutifully across the hall with black sleeves hanging from the side, the goth growled. "Wait!" she called, "I want it back!"
-(:)-
Jade smirked, the new, crisp leather jacket suiting her well as she strolled out towards the street, the poor, loyal battered one slung over her shoulder. A shiver crawled down her spine as the glowing ball of light trekked down the sky, closing in on the horizon. Her steps, even so, followed Tori as she stuck to the sidewalk, attention to the shops. However, once a taunting call reached their ears, both girls halted, heads turning towards the small alleyway beside them. "Look at you, Mr. White-eye! Gonna murder more people tonight?" The thespian sneered at the teen as he continued to spew comments at the elderly man huddled against the wall, his snickers sending pangs in her ears.
"Fucking idiot," Tori grumbled under her breath, striding towards the inconsiderate brunette as slurs were thrown about. "Hey!" she barked, Jade right at her side, "Leave him alone."
Dark green eyes flashed towards the two, a small smirk playing his lips. "Aww...look at that, you have another one coming to support you. What are you going to do?" he directed towards the half-Latina, "Chew me out?" Both glared at one another with discontent, canines lengthening by a small fraction. Rolling her eyes as the two hadn't moved, Jade darted forward, pinning the teen to the wall in a second. She merely snorted once the old jackets slipped to the ground, glare firmly set against green. "What the fuck you bitch?" he snarled his obscenities, "I was just joking around, alright?"
"Since when is being something who just kills a joke?" Tori barked, tone scratched.
The teen shivered, eyeing the Lycan holding his chest with one palm as his shoes barely scuffed against the ground. "Whatever- Like white-eyes are that dangerous anyway. I could probably find some female alpha that'll take care of you." The two girls raised their brows, the brunette then flaring his nostrils. "There'd be some people that would send you to the-"
"Alright, you can quit with the petty talk," Jade growled, releasing the teen. He whimpered once hitting the hard ground, eyes glaring back towards the goth above him. "How about you just go before I take out my scissors, eh?"
"What could you do with-" His words were cut off once silver blades whistled passed his ears, hair snipping quickly. "You fucking who-"
"How about you just get lost?" Tori snapped, the fire in her eyes immediately picking the teen up to his feet and jogging off with a smirk. The half-Latina rolled her eyes, folding her arms as the man staggered up, shaking briefly. She twisted around, Jade furrowing her brows as the singer smiled at the older man. "You good Samuel?"
"Just fine," he bowed his head, "Anyway, who's this...friend?"
Cheeks warmed as she blinked between his blue eyes and pale ones, nodding. "Friend, just a friend," Tori muttered, Jade's mumble saying otherwise. "Well...it's difficult. Frienemies I guess?"
"Acquaintances."
"Strangers-"
"Don't start that Vega," Jade snapped all while the singer smirked.
Samuel hummed quietly, blue eyes flickering between the two girls with an innocent interest. "I see..." he murmured before clearing his throat. "Anyway," the man scratched his scraggly beard, "What brings you here? Didn't you just get your medicine a few days ago?"
"Well- Yeah, I did but...well, stuff happened so I need more." His eyebrow quirked, earning a soft, nearly inaudible answer seconds later. "Well...so I got the medication later than wanted and I turned and then...erm... Well, I bit Jade and then, uh...had pills go down the drain."
Wearily, Samuel shook his head, scratching his scruffy beard. "Well then. Well, I don't know if you'll be able to get 'em as easily anymore... The doc's having trouble gettin' them now. He's in Brazil trying to find some others at the moment, actually."
"He's not here today?" the half-Latina asked frantically.
"Not until next month, no," the old man shook his head. "Said somethin' about needing to go about Brazil, Chile, Saint Lucia...anywhere where they grow the stuff and make it. Wouldn't be surprised about him gettin' back until December, actually... Though," he grinned slightly, "I personally wouldn't worry about that." He clapped his hand on the worrying teen's shoulder, adding, "He sticks to his promises... He vowed to get you lot sorted and have the retarded ones like me just off the streets- or at least near the Wolff shelter," he added as an afterthought.
"Retarded?" Jade furrowed her brows, eyeing the man curiously.
"Yeah, the ones that don't do much; the retarded ones. We just mill about, mind our own business while ones like Tori...well," he grimaced, blue eyes flicking over her ring of scarred tissue just peeking from her collar, "...not quite so much as you've experienced." Sniffing, Samuel shook his head, blinking towards the two. "Anyway, best be on my way, the sun's setting and I'd really like to get a warm cup of soup tonight. The cold one's aren't the best." As he chortled at his comment, the two bade him a good night, earning a short salute.
Rolling her eyes, Tori started off towards the end of the road, shifting around the few scattered people meandering about the sidewalk. "He's a good dude but... Likes to tell a bunch of dad jokes."
"I can see that," Jade commented, brows set straight. "So, who's he again?"
"Samuel? He's Samuel Cooper, actually... Fought in the Civil War and the Mexican-American War too... I think he was the commander, might have been a staff officer too. Anyway," Tori shook her head, "We have to get this hair gel for Trina before I forget. I swear the last time I did my head hurt like hell for a number of days."
"Why? She whack you with her stilettoes?"
"No," Tori grinned, "She tried too but I rammed her... Not hard but she couldn't sit for a few days too so, win-win." Blinking, Jade cringed as scents abruptly wafted through her nostrils, sending a obnoxious marching band against her skull. Clutching her nose, eyes streaming, Jade swore lightly with Tori's hand through her brunette hair. "God, I forgot that this place reeks."
Footsteps thundered beside them, a woman scowling. "And God, I forgot how nudists complained about it-"
"Barbra! What have I told you?" a shrilly voice came from the back, an older man striding through, "Don't start with that nonsense, they are guests...it's a candle shop...and they can smell you off with your boyfriend in your truck a mile away."
"Dad!" Barbra wailed, her blonde hair growing darker, "I told you I'm still a virgin!" With that, the young girl darted through the door, the man chuckling through his thick, grey, handlebar mustache.
"Oh how lovely a teenage enchantress can be..." he sighed humbly, brushing his facial hair, "Anyway, your sister wants to try another product?"
"Yes she would..." Tori nodded, "The, er, Romance Bled for fur gel."
The man screwed a face, brows furrowing. "Really? That? How many times have I told her that her fur won't go well with the stuff?"
"Tell her to stop looking up stuff from Wikipedia," Tori shrugged, Jade - meanwhile - glancing along the stacked walls.
"Are you interested in anything?" the man spoke towards the goth, receiving a soft shake of the head. Yellow eyes glanced down towards the half-Latina as she shuffled about a bottle, squirming for her spare cash. "I'll put it on her tab," he muttered, nodding towards Tori. "And..." he pursed his lips, eyes softening, "She a friend or..."
"No," cheeks warmed in response.
"Alright... Well, when that time of the month comes, I've got some candles that'll-"
"Mr. Lance," Tori shivered, "We're not going to do that."
Folding his arms, Mr. Lance grinned mischievously. "I can read minds Tori, too... Can't lie."
"Whatever," the singer muttered bashfully, "Can we go now? I've got the stuff and...yeah."
Snickering lightly, the man nodded, waving the two towards the door. "Go, be gone, tell Trina to stop buying stuff off of this rack! She has naturally oily hair, it wouldn't do good."
Smirking, Tori waved, "I'll keep that in mind." Steps clicked against the street, eyes briefly glancing over the settling, afternoon sky.
"So," Jade hummed, "What were you two talking about?"
"Nothing..." Tori mused quietly, "Let's just go home."
I originally had a little idea for a werewolf story in May, but not enough of the plot was developed... Then I got more ideas from my mythology course over the summer and I did learn a lot from it. A good deal of this story has aspects with mythology and stuff...and hopefully you've caught on with them. I absolutely love mythology and history.
And this one's a bit shorter too so, yeah... Oh well. None of them will be shorter than this. :D
Anyway, enough about that, hope you enjoyed!
:)
PS- Damn this is a long A/N... Anyway, my schedule will probably get weird during this fall so, yeah. :P I'll try to aim for every other day since I have most of the other chapters written...aside from 5, 6 and 7 that is... Ah well. I'll be focusing on this one more so that the others but, whatever, I'm not leaving anytime soon... I have time. :)
