Open; May 12-14

[thelastjoy]

A. Caffeine Cold

A full week of a new school probably would have fried her nerves even if she wasn't still adjusting to her curse. The full moon, naturally, hadn't helped one bit. Coffee probably wouldn't help her relax, but she wasn't about to deny herself something sweet when her mood was already so sour.

So of course she trips rounding a street corner and spills the drink all over herself.

"Shit, shit, shit." Girl hops from foot to foot, trying to dislodge the icy mush from her shirt. She starts scooping it off her clothes, promptly flinging it away from her skin and, probably, right onto the poor souls passing by.

B. Into the Wolf's Lion's Den

The East End pack has far nicer digs than she's used to.

She saw some of the place on full moon, but hadn't had time for more than a quick peek around before other matter's took hold. With the night behind her, she's curious to explore; see what she'll be contending with for the foreseeable future. She's examining a broken down wall currently, running her fingers over the ragged edge of splintered stone.

"Ya'll been rough with this place," she says, though her tone is warm rather than accusing. She finds the chaos homey. "Looks like a hurricane came thrashin' through here."

C. Chalk Zone
She's not far from her apartment building, sitting cross legged in a parking lot of some run-down shops. It's well past working hours and the place is deserted. Girl's made herself comfortable, an honest to god boombox blaring loudly by her side, and a bag leaning against her back. She riffles through it every few moments, picking out new pieces of chalk.

She's drawing on the pavement, mushroom clouds and dragons mixed with lines from old rock songs. It's not very good, childish and more a mess than anything artistic. Still, she seems to be enjoying herself and the look she gives when anyone walks by says she has no plans on stopping any time soon.

D. Player's Choice; Leave your own prompt

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B

[cabins]

"It was like this long before I came here." Laura says to the new girl- she'd caught a glimpse of her before, while they'd been in the basement, preparing for the full moon. She recognizes the fond tone in the girl's voice, though, and she takes a few steps toward her.

"I think the pack is sometimes a bit worse than a hurricane, wouldn't you think so?"

[thelastjoy]

"How long's that been?" She straightens, dusting her hands off on her jeans. She glances at Laura, smiling slightly. "Um. How long with the pack? I'm not askin' your age or whatever."

Girl can't help but agree. Her old pack had been a destructive force but she'd half blamed that on the young age of most of the members rather than the species. "Only by a little, I think. Though you don't seem the stormy type." Girl sticks out a hand, now mostly dust free. "I don't think I got your name last time I was here."

[cabins]

She doesn't think the girl is asking her her age. Not in the least. "It's alright- just a few months. Truthfully, I'm new to the whole wolf thing to begin with." But she has a perfect handle on the supernatural in general.

"I try not to be." She takes the girl's hand, impressed with her manners. "Laura Roslin. And you are?"

[thelastjoy]

She supposes she shouldn't find it that surprising; it wasn't like there was an age limit on activating a curse. But it doesn't stop Girl's eyebrows from raising but she can stop herself. "Oh. How are you doin' with that? I mean, you seem like you've already got it together."

Though it might just be an age thing. Girl assumes most adults already 'have it together'.

"I'll answer to whatever nickname. My uncle usually just calls me Girl," she says sheepishly, giving her a firm if not quick handshake. "Not a big fan of the real one."

[cabins]

She laughs. "Hardly- but I had experience with werewolves before I was bitten. I suppose I have a leg-up in that regard." She doubted it. Becoming a wolf was always weird.

"Girl?" Laura looks at her with concern. "I could never you call you that; it's so impersonal, insulting, even. Perhaps there's a name you wish you'd had?"

Chalk Zone

[knowntohisfriends]

"What you doin'?"

The Artful Dodger really just seems to appear from nowhere sometimes. Honestly, he has just been wandering around, killing time before going back to the den. Fagin didn't expect him until right late, so that meant wandering time. Coming here was just... random. He let his legs walk, and let his mind drift off. He looks around at all the colours, eventually kneeling down.

"We got another artist in the area?"

[thelastjoy]

She jumps a little at the sudden interruption, dropping her chalk and scrambling to keep it from rolling away. "Christ, scare the shit from someone why don't ya." The glare she's been giving to passersby softens to a smile when she realizes it's someone she sort of knows.

"Wouldn't go that far," Girl says after a few moments with a laugh, finishing off a few lines of the dragon's fire. "Just messin' around. Thought this place looked a lil' borin' and could use some color."

She leans over to run her music down, trying in vain to dust the chalk from her jeans. "What 'bout you?"

[knowntohisfriends]

He laughs, giving Girl a cheeky grin. He hadn't intended to scare her, but if he had, well, he wasn't going to try to make a big thing of it. Make the person laugh, that always made things better than any words really could.

"Lot of London's like this," he said, tilting his head back. "Gets it's colour from the people." That... was probably a bit too poetic for him. "An' from those people, the ones that are good with a spray can."

He gave a shrug, scratching the back of his neck in absent thought. "Just wanderin'. Ain't up to much, an' ain't in the hurry to get stuff to be up to."

[thelastjoy]

It is a little poetic, but she doesn't mind. It paints a nice picture of the city and it's people, makes it seem a little more alive. "Guessin' that's a hint to drop the chalk and pick up some paint."

She nods absently, looking between him and the colorful ground. "Lazy evenin', huh? Everyone can use those now and again. You usually come wanderin' these parts or are they your stompin' grounds?"

It's half leading, wondering where he's from or who he's with. She won't pry, but she'll take whatever someone is willing to offer up.

[knowntohisfriends]

"Nah. Work wiv what you like," he replies with a laugh. "Ain't my place to tell ya how to work an' do what you like, is it?"

Oh, he can tell the lead into the question and he... does what he always does. "Whole of London is my stompin' grounds. Got the city in me blood."

c~~

[ghoulaid]

At some point someone kicks a pebble in Girl's direction, sending it bouncing against the pavement until it lightly whacks her in the leg.

Surprise, it turns out to be Ghoul. He's standing nearby with his hands in his pockets, looking pretty ordinary save for a series of still-healing scratches and shallow gouges on his face. He hadn't made it to the den in time during the night of the full moon, and had obviously gotten in to something. But it's fine. Nothing permanently disfiguring, and it doesn't seem to be currently bothering him.

He waits until her music is a little quieter before he nods vaguely at her art spread. "Misspelled that one." No, she didn't.

[thelastjoy]

She doesn't look up immediately when he comes by; one thing to thank the increased senses for, at least she can tell when another wolf is around. She does pause to absently rub at her leg while turning her music down, and quickly check that she hasn't made any mistakes in her work. It will likely be washed away in the morning with no one but underpaid workers to see it, but it's no excuse to be sloppy.

"Maybe I meant it to look that way," she says, turning with the intention to give him the stink eye. The haughtiness drops from her face when she sees the damage. Girl's mouth drops open, she stares a little too long at the wounds on his face, but she looks back to the ground after a few moments. "You get in a fight or somethin'?"

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul breathes out an exaggerated sigh when her face falls. It's not that bad.

...Is it?

"Mighta been a cat involved." His nose wrinkles. That doesn't sound very impressive. "A big cat." There, that's better. He moves in closer, crouching down somewhere nearby in a mostly-clean area.

[thelastjoy]

"Right. A cat did that." She snorts, lips curling into a frown. She turns attention back to her drawing, sorting through her chalk pieces. "You can just tell me to shut up 'bout it, if you don't want to tell me. I won't get mad."

She's used to hearing it, being the youngest.

"What are you doin' anyway?" She rolls a few pieces of chalk over to him, a silent invitation to join her.

[ghoulaid]

Oh, god. The disbelief is even worse than the truth. He actually feels himself bristling a bit, and he's not sure whether or not his face actually turns red, but he ducks his head just in case so that shit doesn't see the light of day. "It was a cat," he mutters. A shapeshifter to be specific. It's a pretty ridiculous situation, honestly. It's probably better if she doesn't believe him.

"Not much. Gettin' the third degree from somebody who can't buy their own happy meals." He makes a face and picks up a piece of blue, scooting in to a more comfortable position before dragging the chalk against the ground. "How'd things go for you the other night?" With the moon and the pack and all.

B

[injectablefame]

Party grins at her words, slouching against the wall nearby. "Ain't no hurricane 'round here but me, kid."

He pushes away from the crumbling wall and slinks towards her, looking her up and down like he's trying to figure her out.

"What're you in for? What do they got on you?" And then he laughs at his own prison joke, because he's used to no one else really bothering to laugh, and sticks out a hand smudged with dirt. "I'm Party."

[thelastjoy]

"One person storm?" She muses, rubbing her dusty hand on her shirt. It leaves streaks against the dark fabric and she half-heartedly brushes at the mess. She stands a little straighter under scrutiny, trying not to tense at the sizing up.

"Same as they got on anyone else, I'd reckon," she says, smiling hesitantly. She takes his hand with more confidence. A little dirt has never bothered her. "Party, huh? That's a new one. Lotta people just call me Girl."

[injectablefame]

Party's handshake is hardly professional, more like an enthusiastic sloppy fish shake than anything else.

"Then I'll assume you're in for grand theft auto and I plead the fifth on myself." He laughs and adjusts his jacket. "You stickin' 'round here long, Girl?"

[thelastjoy]

The handshake doesn't bother her, it's not like she's a model of manners herself.

"Think that'd just make me assume it's somethin' worse," she says, huffing out a little laugh. "Just moved here, so I don't plan on takin' back off in a hurry. Packin' again would just be a pain in the ass."

[injectablefame]

"London's pretty alright." An understatement from Party. He'd loved Los Angeles and New York, but London's got his love, too, and he's not looking to leave in a hurry.

"'Specially if you get yourself a good guide." He grins. "What kinda stuff are you into? I know a couple of places I'd show my brother if he could visit."

c.

[industria]

"Hey, that's pretty cool."

Allison's a friendly girl, smiles and dimples. She's just gotten used to the fact that strange things happen when she strikes up conversation with strangers but – maybe that's just her calling. That this is the new nature of being an Argent and she'll just have to deal with it. Or enjoy it, really.

She shoulders her small leather backpack and tilts her head to the side, watching the girl for a moment. "Dragons. That's nice."

[thelastjoy]

"What?" She looks up in surprise, more at the compliment than the sudden appearance. Girl quickly leans over to turn down the music, rubbing smears of colored dust off on her jeans. "Thanks, I mean. It's just some messin' 'round. Weekends at home get borin', you know?"

She offers Allison a nervous smile back, a shade embarrassed. "Yeah. Who doesn't love somethin' that can breathe fire?" She wonders if that might sound a little childish to someone she assumes is human. It'd probably sound childish to anyone not human too. It's not like she's ever heard of dragons being real.

"You American? I'm guessin' from the accent." She rises to her feet, sticking her hands in her pockets.

[industria]

Allison hesitates for a moment before crouching down to they're more at eye level. Also because anyone hovering over at this position all just looks intimidating, regardless of height.

"Most fairytale villages would disagree," she chuckles, shaking her head. "But in theory it's very cool. Never seen one in person." Yet. With the way her life is going, who knows?

"And, yeah, I am. From all over, really, but I was born in America. You?"

[thelastjoy]

"Most fairytale villages wouldn't survive long enough to disagree." She smiles, scooting over to make sure Allison has space. "That's the fun of it; somethin' no ones ever seen. Everyone loves a lil' fantasy."

"Same. Uh, to being American. I'd never left the southwest before comin' here." Travel had never been high on her list of priorities before the turn. "Kinda strange. I think I've ran into just as many people from the States as proper Londoners since I got here."

"What's brought you so far from home? Ya know, if you don't mind a stranger askin'."

[industria]

That comment just makes Allison laugh, a light and pleasant sound as she shifts her legs out from beneath her to shift from a crouching position into a seated one. Chalk dust on her jeans doesn't matter to her and she likes the interesting conversation. "You've got a point!"

"But, ah. I was in California. Someone close to me passed away and I wanted a change. So here I am."

That someone being her mother, but she doesn't want to talk about it. Not yet. London has done her some good, it turns out, as far as finding friends goes and all of that.