undergrounds | June Catch-All

Open prompt; June 15th, border of Hounslow and Ealing
Luckily for Ellie, her school was safely located in eastern Hounslow, and her home not far from there. It's not werewolf territory, but it's not territory where anyone will try to kill her or anything like that, according to her various pack members.

However, it was far enough away from the den that it made trips to and from a pain in the ass, particularly because she had to skirt around vampire territory to get there.

Still, Ellie was celebrating her last day of school by...not being in school. At about nine in the morning, she managed to slip away from the building and was walking down the street, backpack slung over her shoulders and headphones in place. She was trying to hum the guitar riffs, which didn't work out so well, but it was kind of fun in its own way. The only problem was that she wasn't really paying attention to the area around her. That made it easy to stumble into someone.

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Joining the pack was probably the best choice Ellie could have made. The living space wasn't amazing, but everyone had their own room, which was much better than Ellie had currently. It was also a place to keep her most valuable items, which weren't likely to be stolen by the other wolves--especially since they were mostly adults. There wasn't much she had that would be interesting to them, and beyond that, she thought most of the pack members were pretty big into not being dicks to each other. At least, not in the stealing property sense.

Ellie dropped her backpack on the bed of her room--she wouldn't be able to live in it for another couple of weeks until the one pack member officially took over to foster her--but it was still hers. There was a little trunk that could go under the bed for her stuff and everything. Not that Ellie really had much to put there except a bunch of old comic books, but it was better than literally sleeping with her backpack.

That was another plus--she might be able to have more than a backpack's worth of stuff. She kept her favorite clothes in there, because otherwise other girls in the home would just take them. It would be nice not to have to be so paranoid about that.

Ellie opened her backpack and put all fourteen of her favorite comics on the bed, and pulled out the trunk she'd been given to put them in. As she was lifting the lid, she heard footsteps from someone walking down the hall. She didn't recognize the steps, though she thought they might belong to someone light.

A figure appeared past the doorway, and Ellie had to do a double take before she grinned.

"It's you!"

Word travels fast in a pack; it doesn't take long for someone to corner Girl and inform her she's no longer the only teenager. It's exciting news for someone who was used to always been the 'kid' of the group, used to the special attention and edged rules that came with it. She didn't think having someone else around would change anything, or even take much heat off her, but at least she finally might have someone to gripe to.

So when her snooping around the living quarters turns up a familiar voice, Girl can't help but be pleased. And, honestly, surprised.

"And it's you!" She stops awkwardly in Ellie's doorway, eyes wide and confused but smile genuine. "Heard the rumor buzzin' that we got someone new. If I'd known you were lookin' to join up with a different pack I woulda offered to bring ya here from the subway."

Girl makes a quick visual sweep of the room, gaze lingering on the collection of comics laid out. Her grin twitches wider. "Are you stayin' here?"

"A different--oh." Ellie clamps her hand to her forehead, because honestly, she's an idiot. This girl must be a werewolf. She can actually use her nose to smell things. Ellie's been working on it over the past while, so when she sniffs, she can smell a scent from Girl that's just like Katherine and Ghoul and some of the other werewolves she's met. Yup. A werewolf.

"Yeah, Ellie says, standing up. "I mean. Soon--I have to get some stuff sorted out first, but I'll start living here after school ends." She grins a little, because this is actually kind of cool. She's not sure if Girl is younger than her or not, but they're at least similar in age.

Ellie smiles back a little sheepishly. "Okay, I'm not gonna lie--I had no idea you were a werewolf on the tube." It's embarrassing but true. "I'm...kind of new to the whole thing."

"Oh?" She frowns, head cocked to the side when Ellie hits herself. She shakes it off at the news, grin coming back full force. Girl might not live in the Den herself, but she's here as often as she physically can be.

"That's kinda awesome. Your folks are just cool with that? Think my uncle would flip if I didn't come back at least a few times a week," she says, tone impressed. She'd kill just to stay out the vacation.

"Wait, you didn't- Oh." Girl doesn't find it embarrassing. Confusing certainly, but Ellie's not the first wolf around here that's admitted to the Girl about being new. "The way you were talkin' I thought we were on the same page. I must have sounded like a total weirdo, ramblin' on bein' born in it and shit."

"What did you think I meant?"

Ellie snorts a little. "It actually sort of made sense. I thought you were talking about being in foster care, and you could just tell I was too." Ellie shrugs and waves at her clothes. They aren't in the best of shape, to put it mildly, but they're mostly clean.

Mostly. Like, two or three days worn. It could be way worse.

"Which is also why no one really cares if I live here." Well, the government's supposed to care, but they probably wouldn't care if a(n exonerated) murderer disappeared.

"Foster care? I-no. Sorry." Girl scratches her neck awkwardly, shaking her head. She'd assumed Ellie treated her clothes the same way she did, rough and uncaring. A statement more than a reflection of lifestyle. "I didn't know, sorry. But everyone here is great, ya know. So you'll probably like stayin' here."

It must make her sound insensitive to be asking about parents. Girl looks around the room, casting about for something to turn the conversation away from how awkward she feels.

"So, um, a comic fan, huh?" It's not a brilliant segue, but the last thing Girl wants to do is linger on something she thinks will upset Ellie and cost her a chance at making friends with the first teenage wolf she'd met.

Being a teenager, getting up late was much easier than trying to stagger out of bed in the morning. Even a few years of military school hadn't kept her from sleeping in late when she could, though she still made the bed every morning without thinking.

She was able to spend the weekend at the Den, thanks to her friend Julia who was covering for her again. The rumors of being a druggy might come back to bite her one day, but Ellie knew that no matter what tests they did, she wouldn't be caught high on something. So, that was good.

Ellie staggered into the kitchen around eleven in the morning, looking for food of any kind. She settled on a banana and opened the fridge, staring into it while trying to decide what to drink.

There were too many choices.

Edited 2017-06-16 06:50 (UTC)

Party doesn't remember why he's at the den, but that happens about once a week. Sometimes he's just partying somewhere closer to the den than his own place or sometimes Ghoul's busy and he hates his latest piece of art and he just doesn't want to face it by himself. Either way, he walks into the kitchen wearing a blanket and looking like he's still asleep.

"Coffee?" His voice is rough and scratchy.

"Ain't for good little kids to be skippin' school."

The Dodger couldn't talk - he'd never set foot in the place other than than to case one out for their new laptops. He kept a head on the dates though, for when people would be in there or not. Tended to be useful. He smirks at the girl - a young werewolf, if he was any judge - and tilted his head.

"An' what if the truant officer came lookin'? What you gonna be doin' 'bout that?" He smirked again - not cruelly, at all, but like he was playing some game and inviting her to join him. "Suppose a good bloke like meself could show you places to be that ain't gonna get people looking."

Ellie twitched when the kid spoke, and gave him a nasty glare, shoving her hands into her pockets, one hand curling around her switchblade. "Like you're any better."

Where The Dodger was trying to be smooth and friendly, Ellie saw blackmail--the threat that if she didn't come with him, he would tell the truant officers. Ellie bared her teeth in a mockery of a smile.

"Not interested." Ellie tried to keep walking.

The paranoia was probably misplaced, but Ellie didn't want to get mugged or worse because she followed some kid with a nice smile who just approached her like that.

There's a laugh. "Fair dos. Reckon they've been after me for years. Ain't never step foot in one of those places." Well, except when he was casing one for the new laptops. That had been a good job

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