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Allie {мѕк}

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Posted: 2014-07-08 19:23:55

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Faded Memories

Roleplay: Faded Memories
Currently: Not Accepting Users
Started: Yes

Rules:

-Must have at least 4 paragraphs (6-8 sentences each) for each character (no limit)
-Currently limited to one character per user
-Apply to Alacrity
-Be able to use proper word use, grammar, and spelling (everyone has mistakes now and then, but, try to minimize them/preferred no mistakes if possible) detail please
-No power play
-Respect others
-Plan on being active! If not heard from within at least a week (without notice) will result in kicking you out of the role play (I'm expecting for this role play to roll through replies semi-quickly... Personally, I dislike having to wait more than two days for a reply. All it does is hold back everyone else from replying. So, only join, if your active)
-We will be replying in an order, so everyone gets a chance to reply without being interrupted
-Try you best not to make multiple replies in a row (keep all replies in one)
-All replies are to be in *first* person point of view

Scott's Introduction: A century ago, I knew who I was. I was normal. Come to think of it, how does one actually define normal? Being normal is not so different than not being normal. One form of normal is different than another. My normal is something you couldn't imagine being normal. How about you join my normal, and see how normal, abnormal can be.

Synopsis: Faded Memories is based on a guy, Scott, who isn't as normal as he seems. He's is actually defined as abnormal, which is actually normal to him. Recently, Scott has come to the conclusion that he is different. A few humans would classify him as one of those terrible stereotypes he despises so much.

Yes, he's one of those. A different, supernatural creature. What is he really? A fang-like creature that draws blood from a useless life-form, or a big harry beast that feeds on the flesh of humans? Neither, he is a hybrid of the two. Surprisingly, he is a joy to be around, sometimes. Many would believe him to be a killer, however, he's just your average college student... Right?

NOTE: If you would like to join this role play, please PM me your character forum(s). I cannot express how much of a hassle/burden it is to have users randomly POST ON THIS FORUM, before the role play actually starts. This is clearly for the role play itself, nothing else. If you have questions, all you have to do is pm me, its not that hard!

This role play will NOT begin until *I* post the first reply (which should be the only reply on this forum so far). We won't start this role play until these possible factors are abolished: lack of users, no reply to pm, no users at all.

(I will be posting your character forums to this section of the role play, so, there is absolutely NO need to post it on here. If you post your character forums on here, I will not allow you to join). -This may seem unfair or rude, however, that's why I put things in bold.-

Forum:
Username:
ID number:
Character's name:
Species: (Werewolf, Vampire, or Human - Choose one, please)
Age:
Race:
Height:
Weight:
Appearance (description only):
Personality:
Crush:

My Forums:
Username: Allie {мѕк}
ID number: (#26858)
Character's name: Scott
Species: Wolf/Vampire Hybrid
Age: 22
Race: Caucasian
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 166lbs
Appearance (description only): Scott has a muscular build, short dark brown scruffy hair, piercing green eyes, lightly tanned skin, his movements very graceful and smooth.
Personality: He is very temperamental, depending on the situation. Classes are a bore, therefore, he is usually quite and lazy. Don't underestimate him... He can be very snappy, aggressive, arrogant, careless, deceitful, impatient, impolite, and impulsive. However, he has the ability to be affectionate, amusing, determined, as well as charming. There is so many emotions to him, its hard to believe.
Crush: Aixa

Unikel's Forums:
Username: unikels
ID number: (#32028)
Character's name: Aixa
Species: Werewolf
Age: She looks 18, but, she doesn't know her real age.
Race: American
Height: 5' 9.5"
Weight: 119 lbs
Appearance (description only): Aixa's human form is a fair-skinned girl with red hair and blue eyes. She often wears long-ish skirts and graphic T-shirts. She always has her hair down with a loose curl. Her wolf form is a red-furred wolf (gray wolf specifically) with electric blue eyes, and a dark red tail. Her fur is more of a fox's texture rather than a wolf's, but she is not part fox. She has a white dot on the back of her left ear.
Personality: Aixa is a little hot-headed, which is not strange because of her red hair. She can be a little mean at times, but she is a great friend and you can always trust her. One of the things she hates the most are fair-weather friends, so she tries her best not to be one.
Crush: Later on, she'll develop a crush on Scott.

Plot's Forums:
Username: plot
ID number: (#25030)
Character's name: Fenmore
Species: (Werewolf, Vampire, or Human - Choose one, please): Vampire
Age:31
Race:Caucasian
Height:5'6"
Weight:175 lbs
Appearance (description only): Handsome face, little stubble of his five o'clock shadow. Tiny freckles across his nose, and killer icey blue eyes. Black hair put up in what hairdressers call a short rockability style cut which once fully grown starts looking more like a messy faux hawk. He's a medium build, not overly muscular: but doesn't have noodle arms no doubt. A strong chest with broad shoulders that tappers a bit down towards his waisted mid section. (He's very fit and in shape)
Personality:can be a bit aloof towards people or creature who appear "stupid". "Stupidity is a weakness." He's a bit of a bully but out of good fun, he always leaves you laughing In the end. He is a bit of a flirt as well. Flirting with anyone but he knows what or who he wants as a matter of fact and isn't scared to go tell the whole world about it. He loves his family and friends, but he is a bit withdrawn afraid of disappointment, and a bit afraid of love or more like falling in love. He's an all around good guy, he holds women at the highest of standards and hates for anyone to hurt them. He's a gentle man for sure. He has a strange vocabulary. Always prim and proper, "charming mate,absolutely charming." Nothing wrong with that eh? (;
Crush:OMG where do I start..... He's a lady killer, no not literally, not all vampires are gruesome.
We'll list his two faves:1. Chelsea:his ex(vamp)just...complicated. "She's hot ok." 2. Peyton:a human and high school sweet heart. She dumped him when she found he was a vampire. They reconnected through old friends and she now is over his blood sucking ways and to die for looks.

Ebony's Forums:
Username: Ebony
ID number: (#7336)
Character's name: Her full name is Vivienne Janessica Hart. Or, to most, Vivi.
Species: (Werewolf, Vampire, or Human - Choose one, please): Vampire
Age: 19 and 1/2 years young.
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 137 lbs...I believe. Give or take a few.
Appearance (description only): Vivi is a gorgeous redhead with delicate curls and the length of her hair is mid waist. She's very flexible and has a flat stomach and a beach tan, along with sky, well, ocean blue eyes with gold flecks( Vampire, remember? ) and pink, slightly ruby red lips. Really, she has nice natural curves, not to much but not to little. She rarely has any 'beauty marks' and her fair skin is clear and smooth. She wears two pieces of jewelry. She has necklace made with black diamonds and a blood red ruby in the shape of a blood drop in the center. The other is her 'tiara' which is the same thing, but it's small.
Personality: She's brilliant in her, evil planning and cunning ways. She loves watching from a distance and or sitting up in a tree, relaxing with a book. She despises other girls getting in her way when she has her eyes on a guy, but she knows when she's not wanted/needed and everyone knows when she wants to be left alone. That's a lot of the time. She's a royal flirt, a teaser, but a loyal friend to the end, though not exactly trustworthy towards newer people.
Crush: Uh, ha! Hahaha you make me laugh, um...no.

Character Reply Order:
Scott
Fenmore
Vivi
Aixa

Last edited:2014-09-14 22:08:17

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✍Silent Story Writer (aka Silas)

#122761 • 2014-07-28 17:38:55

#122761

Sorry guys, I am going to have to drop out the RP. Having a real hard time following along also I don't have enough time to reply to every RP I am in.

E-boney Jangles {Ala's Skeleton}

#122752 • 2014-07-26 09:57:04

#122752

*What the heck?* I sit the brush down and go to my phone. I read the message and blink. It says it's from the guy I had met earlier at that bar. I read the text over and over, then finally answer back. I blink, slightly nervous, then I get a text and read it, a soft smile creeps onto my face. I quickly get dressed, all the while in my own little world. One final look, just to make sure. Alright...I guess. My red wavy curls just lightly bounce against my waist line, under my hair is a black tank top and a small jean vest with silver spikes on the shoulders. Then, simple black denim skinny jeans that fit nicely, not to loose, but not exactly Super tight either. Lastly, black ankle boots. My outfit is nothing close to impressing, just rather comfy. Plus, I'm not going to get drunk. I head outside and start walking. No cars. No taxis. I hate cars, trucks, anything that move with a huge engine that can explode in a single moment. That's how mom died...I'm not going to follow after her. Presides, walking is exercise, and to keep a slim physic, like such, I need a good amount of it. When I do reach the bar, my bangs, (which yes, I have side bangs!) have fallen over my right eye. I glance around, then head to a table, or was it a booth...whatever, a place to sit. And there... I wait. I take out my phone, gold iPhone 5s by the way, and play a small game, while I wait. Not much to do at a bar where you can't drink. Well, in a year I can. I'm almost 20, I have about a month until my birthday. But still that doesn't change any facts. *Where are you?* I glance around again...and think I spot him near the bar, *don't stare...jeez you creeper.* I think to myself and blush for no real reason in particular. I go back to my mini game and sigh, running a hand through my hair.

plot

#122751 • 2014-07-25 23:09:32

#122751

Scott smirked at me, while he texted someone.this wasn't out of the ordinary because people smirk all the time while texting, but his smirk was devious... His smirk was like the devils right after you made a deal or sold your soul to him... And to be straight forward, this creeped me out. Quite a bit actually. Finally he was finished with the text, and I could take a breath of relief. Which was quite a short breath because within the next 2 seconds he already had another teen dangling from his paws. Teeth bared he looked like he was ready to kill him. Looks like I needed to calm him down. Rushing over from behind him, I gently tapped his shoulder,being cautious of his quick temper and "snappy" nature. He release the teen, and presumed with his questions. I gathered my things, for it was getting light and I was getting a bit hungry. I went out the back door, as usual when I wanted a midnight feast and walked down the slow and slim streets of the west side. Watching all the ally ways, I soon reached the vamp hang out which is pretty well hidden amongst the other bars aligning the streets. I ordered a Bloody Mary, like Scott had, but his was spiked with cheap vodka,by the smell, mine is spiked with O+. The best flavor and one of the most expensive types too. I stirred my drink as the bar tenders ran around bringing mortals frothy alcoholic drinks, and the other immortals, like myself, ordered our drinks with the term "silky smooth". Just as a cover up. I found it particularly curious how the mortals never picked up on these cues, and never tried ordering their drinks 'silky smooth' either... But maybe I spoke too soon, because as soon as I thought it, someone next to me asked for their Bloody Mary silky smooth. He laughed, "what's it taste like? This is my first, but it seems pretty popular around here?" OMG he was mortal. I just covered my mouth. He Jabbed me a few times with his elbow, which I found quite annoying, so I scooted my bar stool over a bit. I watched him out the corner of my eye. The bar tender served him his Bloody Mary unaware he was mortal. The poor guy, I bet you it barely touched his lips and he was spitting it out everywhere. He was shouting and carrying on. He certainly was not pleased at all and marched his way out of the bar. Two vampires I recognized as Jack and Drake, the bar managers, followed him out the door, and a blood curdling shriek erupted into the night. After they returned, I left the bar and texted the the red head I'd met earlier that night. In hopes she would reply soon and we could meet up for I was dying to get to know her. For her, and not just another pretty face I picked up at a bar downtown with Scott.

Last edited:2014-07-25 20:11:07

Allie {мѕк}

#122750 • 2014-07-25 21:47:51

#122750

Scott: Taking my black phone out of my dark jean pocket, I gave a wide, slightly devilish smile towards Fenmore. Jumping sideways to miss his blow, I quickly started typing the numbers into my phone, I waited for the girl to pick up, however, was interrupted by the door bell. Sighing, I clicked of off button and left a tiny smile of satisfaction on my face. Quietly walking towards the door, I inhaled deeply, and growled. Taking my rough hands to the knob, I twisted it, then flung the door open. There was now only a few inches between me and Silas. I knew he was following me. The real question was... why? My green eyes turned slightly darker, as the face of the intruder stood in front of me. "What are you doing here?," I spat, tightening up my body, clenching my fists. The thought of him standing on my door step sent flash backs through my head. The time when I encountered his step brother murdering her. Me, being left with her lifeless body, unable to move or escape from a crime I didn't commit. Taking a step closer to him, I grabbed him by his jacket, and picked him up, watching him dangle above me as I bared my teeth as my eyes turned a dark shade of green. Simply my arm mussels were bulging, ready to do something I actually would get in trouble for; then something changed. Fenmore was now behind me, gabbing me, so, I had no choice to drop the kid and make a deathly stare at him. "So, what are you really doing here?" After that, what occurred that night was a blur. All I could come up with was a lot of yelling and screaming, then nothing. No movement, sound; absolute silence. Something inside me was burning, I couldn't point my finger on it. Was it the fact that there was a stranger laying on my light red designed couch asleep, or, that fact that I let him stay here. After all, he was practically another brother to me, no matter the pain he caused me in the past. Jumping out of my king sized bed, I looked over at the perfect set of pillows that had laid next to me, untouched. Sighing, I walked into the bathroom, and grabbed my blue half rubber tooth brush. Smiling at the mirror, I looked at myself. My body was still the same, but, there was something different about my face. Instead of the dark clouds in my eyes that I would see every morning for the past few years, there was happiness, joy, and hope within them. After jumping in the shower, I stood there letting the beams of water hit my face as I thought about Aixa. Getting out, I put a pair of shorts on. Looking for my leather jacket, I then realized I left it with Aixa. "Darn," I whispered, as I trotted down the stairs and out the door. The morning fog still covered the damp rocky ground. Shifting into wolf form, I jogged through the forest, searching for something, anything. Suddenly, a flash of red fur flew past me. The pounding of paws hitting the ground where rather loud. I took a deep breath; the sent of pine trees, and Aixa. Shaking, my fur fluffed up, then flattened as I took off behind her. I howled, as I neared by her side. Getting in front of her, I skidded to a stop, making her do the same in front of me. My chest moved with each breath I took. Shifting back, I stood quietly with my shorts on, as my shirt was probably at home. Smiling, I took a step towards her, "hey." I chuckled as she sifted, and her beautiful red hair fell into her face. "So, I guess we know who we really are," I joked. Taking her hand, I pulled her closer, and wrapped around her waist. "You have my jacket on?" I asked smiling, looking into her eyes.

Last edited:2014-07-25 19:04:07

banooky

#122693 • 2014-07-19 20:10:28

#122693

Waking up, I saw the piece of paper and grabbed it, seeing his number. Smiling, I reached for my phone and put it in my contacts for later. Sighing, I curled up on my pillow and went back to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to eerie silence. My parents still weren't home. They probably left me behind. Good for them. I was mature. I was almost twenty. I could take care of myself. I honestly couldn't care less. "What's for breakfast? How about nothing? Nah, I can hunt." Shifting to my wolf form, I jumped off the bed and trotted out the door, slipping under that worthless fence and padding down the streets, my eyes shining bright blue against my reddish fur. Today was going to be a good day. A good day.

Last edited:2014-07-19 17:13:13

✍Silent Story Writer (aka Silas)

#122670 • 2014-07-15 20:14:34

#122670

There was something this scent that lured me in. It was familiar. Almost as if I had come across it before though I can't seem to recall. Maybe a person my past who I might have gotten into a fight with or maybe even befriended. It's hard to say since I can't remember. I followed the scent without thinking. I walked down several blocks not tiring. I can walk miles upon miles without wearing out. The scent grew stronger as I got closer to the source. The closer I got my instincts started to kick into gear. Something wasn't right. I ignored those feelings. For whatever caused them I just may be able to handle it. Eventually, I came upon a house with tons, I mean tons of windows. The house looked rather expensive. The scent was surely coming from inside. I was a little hesitant seeing all those windows. If my instincts were running wild telling me danger was near then this is something I should be looking into. Before anyone gets hurt because I turned a blind eye. I walked slowly up to the house straight toward the front door. The closer I got the steadier I stepped. Now at the door I stared at it asking myself a few questions. One, open the door and walk in. Two, ring the door bell. Three, peek through all the windows to see if the coast is clear. Question two seemed more reasonable. For I didn't want to be mistaken for an intruder. Carefully I pressed the door bell holding it for a few seconds. I heard the bell echoing loudly throughout the house. Now to wait and see who'll answer the door.

E-boney Jangles {Ala's Skeleton}

#122659 • 2014-07-14 22:43:43

#122659

Those ten numbers. My ten numbers...My phone number. The guy had it. I didn't even know his name. I know I came off to his as mysterious. In a way...I liked it like that. I headed down the sidewalk to my apartment...luxurious, beautiful, warm, welcoming, but now that I looked at it...lonely. I headed up the elevator and went inside the top floor room and to the bedroom down the hall. *Where did I go tonight? I definately wasn't in my own mind...* I sit down on my King size bed and sigh, thinking deeply. I look up and outside the tall glass windows, and head outside them to the balcony. My eyes are sparkling with wonder, as I gaze up at the night sky. The moon...how it shone. It was gorgeous, and it made my heart dance as I remembered his smile, and his eyes were like the stars, but he was so much older...but in Vampire legends, one could only wonder how old you had to be to be with the one you loved. "I didn't even say my name...oh, but he didn't either." A sweet, smooth and rich sound, my voice is, was. I lean on the balcony railing, feeling the chilly moonlit night breeze flow through my rich red curls. I hum softly a tune my mother would have sung to me, if I was younger and in her arms. Though, I would have been crying, again being bullied by the boys across the way. *No more thinking like that, Vivienne. They only pester you because they can't have what you have, beauty, and love.* She would say, then take me inside and hush me with her lullaby. I blink back to reality and realize my hand is clutched around the blood drop ruby of my necklace. I release it and go back into my room. I wonder if he'll call me? I don't have his number, or his name, I can't look him up, or call him. I draw my fingers over my still, silent phone and let them linger a few moments more before I move away, to my dresser and pick up an enchanted brush...at least I think it is, maybe not. I run it over my hair, through it, making sure every last strand is brushed before sighing calmly and relaxing. *Don't pressure yourself...he's probably not even interested.* I blink and shake my head. "Of coarse he is." I whisper quietly. "Of coarse..."

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plot

#122657 • 2014-07-14 22:12:16

#122657

I waited for a few minutes before approaching Scott's house. Hesitant on what I would find. I shook off my suspicions of what I would find once inside his home,and fiddled around in my pockets as I made my way up his driveway. I stopped when I reached his porch area and just stood out there for a minute, enjoying the peaceful calm of night time. Sadly, my calm was interrupted by Scott whom had found my gazing in awe at the evening quiet an uncomfortable sight. He asked me if I was trying to give him a heart attack. I simply laughed and acknowledged the fact he smelled like that red head he spent the evening with. My comment about it must've made him mad becuase the very moment I mentioned it he made a low toned growl. "Bad feelings already towards the little red head might I assume? You two seemed to hit it off, until that little break through where you got into that argument towards the end of the nighttime romance." I patted his back, feeling sympathy for the young kid. I once again dug into my pockets and grabbed the napkin which had 10 heavenly numbers written upon it. (_ _ _)_ _ _-_ _ _ _..... I threw the napkin on the counter top where Scott had a bottle of red wine, and a very nice wine glass full of it sitting. Sighing i sunk down. An extreme depression came over me. Scott took a seat next to me and gave me funny looks, then picked up the napkin. I payed it no mind. Before, if a single soul would have touched that napkin I would have killed them. Drained every last drop of blood from their body until I left them no life force from which to live from, but alas, I hunched over and sighed. I was extremely depressed, not only by the thought of my first meeting with that mysterious redhead in the bar, from which whom I still didn't know her name, but of the simplistic truth, that we hadn't exchanged a whole sentence. She didn't answer my questions with words, didn't answer them at all. The only thing I had to remember her by was 10 numbered digits. There was no way of telling these were even real. She could have written down any numbers that came to her head and given it to me. It would serve me right. For starters I was too old, plus all I did was stare at her,ask for her number then rush away... But something told me she wasn't like that. Maybe I did have a chance, then again maybe not. I stretched up and looked over at Scott. Snatching the napkin away from him I rushed to take out my phone and put it into my contacts.

Last edited:2014-07-14 19:22:07

Allie {мѕк}

#122656 • 2014-07-14 21:02:38

#122656

Scott: I couldn't stop my self from thinking of what could've caused my outbreak at the bar. I was fine one minute, then I just snapped the next. Maybe it was Aixa. After all, she was a werewolf, like me, well, sort of. I was different. Not many understand my pain. Most nights I scream myself awake, trying to rid the nightmares from my ill mind. Fenmore is the only one who partially understands me; it's just the fact that I've seen all those horrible things. Shaking away the thought, I looked over to Aixa who was curled up against the window. Chuckling, I placed my hand on her shoulder, trying to get her attention. "Are you cold?," I asked calmly; she was dead asleep. Moving my eyes back towards the road, we arrived at a stop light, the street was completely empty. Reaching back behind the leather seat, I pulled my black leather jacket, and laid it over Aixa's body. It only took ten minutes before I arrived at her house. I didn't want to let her leave. She was asleep for instance, might as well not wake her up. Pulling into the concrete driveway, I turned off the car and examined the house. It was a beautiful home, but, no cars sat in the driveway, and I didn't smell any other scents besides Aixa. Maybe her parents were just out having dinner or something, yeah, that must've been it. I remember hearing her mumble something about it. Sighing, I jumped out of the car, keeping my door open, I swiftly walked over to the passenger door. Opening it, I pulled her into my flexed arms, feeling her cuddle up against my warm, muscular chest. The door was unlocked, I could easily tell which room was Aixas. It was covered with jewelry and other girly things. Using my free arm, I carefully pulled back her polka-dotted sheets, and laid her down. I watched carefully as her red hair fell in front of her pale face. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. Sitting on the edge on the bed, I turned sideways, and pushed her hair behind her ear with my left hand. She looked so... perfect. I noticed she was still wearing my jacket. Shrugging, I jumped up, walking over to her desk, grabbing a pink sticky note and black ballpoint pen. Writing "I'll be needing my jacket back." At the end, I put my phone number, and placed it on the cherry wood nightstand next to her bed. After walking down the stairs, I glanced around a little bit. Darn, such a nice house. Laughing, I relaxed my hands behind my head, and sighed. What was I doing? Carefully shutting the white door, I crept back to my car and sat there for a minute, thinking about Aixa. Maybe today wasn't a total bust. I got to meet a wonderful girl, and hopefully that would continue. She had to know by now I was like her. But, would she be okay with my other half? Maybe she would actually understand me, unlike all those other low life people. After all, I was beginning to think that she was my m-... Thinking back to the bar, I felt like I was being watched. Heck, I was, I clenched my jaw. It must've been that guy with his hood up, who looked slightly younger than Aixa. I knew he was familiar. Why would he want to follow me, though? I know that I had a rough patch with him, but, there was not need to follow me. We used to be good buddies, until I got blamed for something I didn't do, by his pack. Maybe after all these years he actually believed me that it was his step brother that did the crime. I sure hoped so. Driving home was a blur. All I could think about was Aixa. Her scent still lingered in my car, which drove a smile to my stiff face. Maybe she would accept me for who I am, I began to think. Surely she would, right? You know, with all that love at first sight crap. Well, maybe it was true. Nah, it can't be... I think. Was I actually developing real feelings for her? She is my m-... After settling in back at my house, I pulled out a fine wine glass, and poured some red wine into it. My hands were shaking, for no apparent reason. Placing the tip of the rounded glass to my light pink lips, I took a sip and sighed with relief, only to almost jump out of my skin. A loud knock came to my door. Glancing out of the huge glass beside the door, it was Fenmore. Flinging open the door all I could say was "are you trying to give me a heart attack!?" Laughing, I let him inside, only to get an odd comment about me smelling like Aixa... I growled.

banooky

#122653 • 2014-07-14 19:01:44

#122653

He backed away, and I stared at him, confused, before I noticed his eyes changed color. He was a werewolf! Wow...uh, good taste in guys Aixa. He ran off, but I followed him, my eyes glowing light blue against the shadow of my hair, which caused my skin to seem darker than it actually was. I followed him outside, and he yelled at me, but I could not hear any words... "Scott? Are you alright?" I said, kneeling next to him as his wolf form began to take over. Crap, he was a werewolf that he couldn't control it. Dang. Dang. Dang. Guilt, take hold of my heart, why don't you? He apologized, then he went back in. I followed him, and we sat down. He ordered a drink and payed, then offered some to me. I shook my head. "No thanks. I'm eighteen." I smiled then, and he finished. When he commented about the time, I shrugged. "My parents don't care." I said. "Um...I guess I can go with you. Again, careless parents." I went with him to his car, which was a really nice car mind you, and then got in. Some guy he knew exited the car, and he blew the horn at him. Um. Ow, my ears. For a second I forgot about the wolf in werewolf. I swallowed a snarl. Would not sound good as a human, but a snarl is a snarl. After he yelled at the guy, we were off into the night, the time being the least of my worries.

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