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#1 I ACCIDENTALLY A WHOLE BRIBE (FOR COOPER / early june)
Ghoul is not usually the type to take an interest in playing legislative games, but after this recent shitshow of an election, he's decided to shake things up. The entire Council is apparently corrupt or crazy or selfish or unpredictable in one way or another- and you know what? That's fine. If the Council members are so quick to take bribes, then he'll find a motherfucker to take a bribe.

That's where Cooper comes in. Not because Ghoul thinks he's the most corrupt, but because he's the only one he's ever met at all. Cooper seems pretty okay for a vampire, and Ghoul figures it's easier to start on familiar ground.

Which is how Cooper ends up with a determined looking Ghoul starting off their meeting with, "I wanna get a law changed."

#2 THE SLOWEST SUFFERING (FOR LILLIAN / early june)
The talk with Cooper had gone all right, but this wasn't where he expected the conversation to lead him. He'd assumed the bribery thing would be a one-and-done deal, but no. Now he has to write up some sort of bullshit formal proposal, and it feels like every word he manages to jot down sucks a little bit of the life force out of him.

It's awful. There are even books (fucking books!) spread out on the table in front of him, because he thought a quiet, cozy picnic area in a park would be a nice place to think.

It's not helping much, actually. After a while, he abandons the small notebook he'd been scribbling in and directs all of his attention to his phone screen. The shit he's scrolling through has nothing to do with his project, but hey. It's fine. He deserves a break.

#3 FULL MOON: DURING/AFTER (OPEN TO EAST END PACK / june 9th/10th)
And all too quickly, that time of the month has come around again. This time, he's prepared. He remains in the den for the duration, spending the night in the basement with some of the others. Keeping an eye on things with the newer members, being a nuisance towards older ones- the usual, really.

Once morning rolls around, he drags himself upstairs to recover. Face-down on a squishy sofa in one of the common areas is where he stays for most of the day, sore and half asleep.

#4 HILLINGDON HOUSE CALL (OPEN TO HILLINGDON & HILLINGDON ALLIES - feel free to reply as though he's made it inside the building and is wandering around, as well! / mid june)
Ghoul has a ghost to check in with.

He ends up finding Hillingdon House without much trouble. The place isn't as big as he'd imagined it to be (that's what he gets for looking at it from the front), and it seems pretty normal. Still, he ends up stuck outside of it, staring with a pensive look on his face. What the hell does he do with it? Knock on the door like some kind of jackass? Just waltz on in there? Where a bunch of hunters are?

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Fortunately for Ghoul, that was a choice he was not going to have to make, because Roddy was just leaving. Or at least, he had been until he opened the door to head out and saw Ghoul just standing there.

Roddy hesitated, looking confused. "Uh...hi."

While he knew Hillingdon as of late had been focusing more on the activities of vampires and witches, it was still strange to see a werewolf just...show up on their doorstep.

"Didn't expect to see you here. Are you meeting someone?"

Did he want Roddy to go get them? Because honestly, Roddy would understand completely. Sure, most of the people here were pretty okay and probably wouldn't do anything to Ghoul, werewolf or not, but that one ghost that hung around would probably stare daggers at him, and that was unnerving enough that Roddy wouldn't wish that on the guy.

Well, that puts an end to that dilemma.

Ghoul is just as surprised to see Roddy, but that soon gives way to a grin... After he takes a second to stand on his tippy toes, peeking over Roddy's shoulder and in to the building. Shut up, he wants to know what he's working with here. "Yeah." He keeps the details to himself (for now), and decides to meddle. "What're you doin' in there?"

Roddy just wondered what Ghoul was expecting to see behind him. Still, it was nice to see Ghoul and so he returned the smile for a second before considering Ghoul's question.

"Do you mean in general or right now? Because I'll have you know that shifters hang around Hillingdon all the time. It's not all hunters all the time, you know." And if he meant more specifically... "Right now I just finished raiding the fridge. I'm broke, so I like the free food."

Edited 2017-06-07 02:58 (UTC)

He's not sure what he expected to see, either. Taxidermy creatures bolted to every surface? Animal skins and antlers? Or maybe hilariously bad 80s decor? Plastic covered flower-pattern sofas, god forbid?

The very little bit he'd managed to see had looked shockingly mundane, though.

It's almost a letdown.

"Y'mean you ain't a hunter? Shit, you had me fooled." Ghoul's quick little cackle makes it clear that he's bullshitting. Roddy absolutely does not seem like hunter material- no offense. "You should gimme a tour, don't leave me standin' out here all rude-like." Wasn't Roddy just leaving? To possibly do something important elsewhere?

Nah. Nothing is more important than Ghoul.

"An' where you going, lookin' all serious like that?" The Dodger calls over to the form of Ghoul when he spots him. He's on one of his usual wanders which frankly take him all over the city. (Yes, he occasionally jumps on a bus as well for these.)

How does this little fucker do that? It's like his super power is materializing out of thin air and scaring people.

Not that Ghoul is scared- just surprised, swear. He whips around at the voice, looking baffled instead of serious now. "What?" This asshole keeps unfairly catching him unaware. His nose wrinkles. "That's just my face." It's true. Grim-or-angry is his default factory setting, but that's okay. It works in his favor most of the time.

It may well be a power. Considering Fagin had him tail people on occasion, he seems to have developed the knack of being good at just appearing. It's something he does often, anyway. Though he'd point out that Ghoul was just not paying attention an' he'd been sitting there for a bit.

"Fair point," he shrugged. "But this ain't where you usually are."

Ghoul is the most attentive. Except when he's not. Which is, surprisingly, a lot.

He spots an open space near Dodger, pausing his Hillingdon-mission to sit for a moment. "How d'you know where I usually am?" It's true, it's not often that he's this far over. But still. That's an interesting thing to say.

"Pay attention, don't I?" There's a shrug. "Know this whole city, not much gets by me," he added, mostly as a joke as he tapped the side of his nose with a grin. "An' this is place is... well, it's not were territory." He shrugged again, as if that explained everything.

Ellie was worried that she would be out of control--last time she'd given herself a small concussion and fucked herself up. She'd admitted this hesitantly to Katherine a couple of days before the full moon, who'd just laughed and said that she wasn't too worried about an angry puppy.

So Ellie got to play with the pack this full moon.

If Ellie had the capacity or the memory to see herself compared to the other wolves, she would have understood why Katherine was so nonchalant about it. While she was almost their height, her shoulder a few inches before the others, she was gangly. She didn't have the weight the others had, and her proportions were a little puppyish.

Ellie staggered up from her corner of the basement (she wasn't too comfortable being in a room full of naked people and had opted to cover herself with a towel, and had actually growled at anyone who looked in her direction) and looked around, disoriented and a little frightened. The wolves were all in various states of recovery from the transformation, some already having gotten up and drinking water. Others were still panting on the ground.

By now she knew most of the smells of the pack, but it didn't mean she was familiar with many of them. Ellie kept to the wall and slowly circled the room, ears pinning and teeth flashing whenever a wolf near her moved too quickly. She didn't seem to notice the towel still on her back, or care.

Rather than trying to escape, though, Ellie focused on exploring the room. There were bowls of water around, but there wasn't much to see. The smells were more interesting, though.

Ellie raised her head to sniff, and caught a scent she recognized a bit more. Stepping a little cautiously, she approached Ghoul, ears pricked as she watched the other wolf warily.

Arthur has a knack for remembering faces, but that doesn't mean he knows every single face of every single being (supernatural or not) that calls Hillingdon its home. They don't exactly keep a membership list, so it's not uncommon for Arthur to seem someone in the House's halls that he's never seen before.

Some people, though. Some people catch his eye and he can tell they're out of place. Ghoul is one of these people. Arthur spots him wandering down a hallway that he's about to bypass, and he's in a cranky enough mood that he decides he's going to insert himself into whatever fishy situation this is.

"Hey," he says, like a teacher who's found a student out of class and is just So Fucking Done. "Who are you."

Ghoul is one if the first few prancing about. It's been a while since he's spent a full moon around so many pack members, so he's understandably excited. It's pack! They're here! He's here! It's great! He wastes a few minutes springing a circle around a skinny black female with a white chest- who is, by all appearances, completely uninterested in him and his attempts to socialize. But it's fine. There are so many others to say hello to.

He turns, stepping away from the aloof female. And that's when he catches sight of Ellie in the midst of her slow approach. She's one of their puppies. That's nice. He doesn't have a problem with her but he does have more pack-status than her, which he's quick to remind her of. Ghoul stands up tall (or as tall as he can- just like his human form, he is noticeably smaller than average), his ears up and forward with interest. The eye contact he keeps is a way of establishing himself as the boss in this particular situation, but he's not aggressive or threatening about it.

In fact, his tail is slowly wagging, indicating that he's in a friendly mood and willing to play if she behaves.

Shit.

Ghoul turns towards the voice, immediately bristling at the tone. He's not even doing anything wrong! ...As far as he knows! What's this guy doing getting all in his business and snapping at him for no reason? Ghoul scowls, resting his hands on his hips to make himself seem broader and more intimidating, because he sure as fuck can't make himself look taller. "City code enforcement, motherfucker."

There's a lot wrong with that sentence. The manner of dress, the incredibly unprofessional hair and tattoos, the fact that he is clearly an American. The willingness to call someone a motherfucker while supposedly on the clock... "Who are you?"

"Sounds fuckin' hard." He can barely keep up with things on just the east side. How does this anklebiter manage to keep tabs on the entire city?

That's a mystery for another time. The current mystery is how Dodger knows about the were-thing. Ghoul gets quiet and his face goes blank as he tries to remember whether he's mentioned that before. Usually he doesn't need to. People generally smell it on him, but he'd assumed Dodger was a regular human. "Say what now?"

"Part of the job," is his response. It's true. Fagin required all his 'little lads' - even those he's put on to the other work - to keep their ears to the ground and pay attention like no one else does. With the stuff they can find out, it's amazing place is still standing.

"Were. As in wolf." Another one of those graceless shrugs. "Grew up around one," he added as an explanation. "Ask Nance if you don't believe me, she were there too."

Nance... Nancy? Shit, of course. "Oh, yeah!" That makes sense.

It's always nice to run in to someone who acknowledges the wolf thing without turning up their nose. Doesn't seem to happen much anymore, so of course he's right back to grinning contentedly at this new development. "I'm just here for a visit. Might move in if I like the place, though."

Ha. Hahah. What a joker.

The Dodger gives a look at the house, and then looks at Ghoul again.

"You know this is Hunter territory, right?" Just because he didn't give a damn about politics, didn't mean he was ignorant of territories. He just... didn't particularly care enough to pay attention.

Oh, he knows. Lots of hunters and misfits around these parts, but the guy he's looking for supposedly lives in there. Or exists in there. Whatever it is a ghost does with its free time.

Ghoul flips the question back around on him without even really answering it. "Aw, you worried about me?"

"Worried or curious to see what'll happen," he says, though it's a bit obvious he's kind of fond of the odd wolves he's seen about the city. They're a bit of a laugh, at least in comparison with some wolves of his acquaintance. (Yes, he does know what the word means.)

"What you looking for then?"

As if they don't have deals with every building inspector and bylaw enforcement officer that might come by. Arthur doesn't buy it for a fraction of a second, and his expression stays hard line.

"That's none of your business," he says, even more convinced that this kid doesn't belong if he doesn't know who Arthur is. "Who are you here with?"

Ghoul is almost completely positive that nothing will happen. Hillingdon makes him think of a beehive more than anything. Kind of freaky to be around, but they won't attack unless somebody starts kicking at it.

He'd better be right. Too late to leave now.

"Came to visit somebody in there. It's a ghost, actually. You seen him before?" Probably not. He forgets that ghosts are hard for a lot of people to see.

Well, then. If that's how he wants to play.

Ghoul meets Arthur's stare with a flat one of his own, lifting a hand and gesturing at the empty air next to himself. His voice is a near-monotone when he says, "This is Jeffery. We're very busy right now." Because fuck this guy.

The Dodger tilts his head, and then shrugs.

"I got followed by some annoying arse of a ghost for a day. Couldn't get a thing done."

Nope, not gonna humour that. Arthur keeps his eyes on Ghoul with the same flat expression.

"Yeah? Doing what."

"What, you mean my gruff, hard demeanor that even has small insects quaking in their nonexistent boots didn't give off a 'hunter' vibe?" Roddy grinned, well aware that he didn't seem the least bit like a hunter. Not that he wanted to, anyway.

A tour? "Are you sure you want a tour? We have this creepy judgmental ghost that will just sit and glare. You can't really see his eyes, just blobs, but you can still tell he's glaring. And I'm not sure everyone here will be as friendly as me, but..." Roddy shrugged. "Sure, if you want a tour, I can give you one."

Fortunately for Ghoul, Roddy was not going to do anything important, so he didn't mind being derailed.

Edited 2017-06-08 22:26 (UTC)

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#3 - woof woof motherfuckers

4 (i'm sorry)

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