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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[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?"

[thelastjoy]

"How, if you don't mind tellin'?" Having experience could mean a lot of things, from knowing someone else who'd turned to being something else before. "Good experience, I hope."

Girl takes her hand back, sticking both in her pockets. A blush starting creeping up her neck. Trying to explain why she hated her name, and why she didn't mind her family's silly petname, was always so awkward. "No one ever meant it as an insult. They just thought it was funny. Like, come on girl. 'cause we were wolves, so it was like callin' a dog."

Her explanation doesn't really make it sound better.

"I never really thought 'bout it." She sighs, scuffing her foot on the floor. "Last name's Nobel, if it matters that much."

[cabins]

"Interesting. If it's what makes you the most comfortable..." She couldn't really force a girl to give up her nickname, if she liked it that much.

"Then I guess I can call you Girl."

[thelastjoy]

"It's just what I'm used to," she mumbles, looking around. She always feels awkward trying to defend her odd name choices.

"So, uh. You said you've only been turned a few months. What about bein' in London?" She tries to change the subject, tripping over her words in her haste. "It's the accent. You don't sound from here either."

[cabins]

"I understand." So, she would call her girl. It would take getting used to, but she could do it.

She nods. "I'm from New York, by way of Pennsylvania," she explains. "When my curse was activated, I decided a change of scenery would do me some good. There were too many memories from before around."

[thelastjoy]

"I guess I can get that." Though memories weren't all Girl was running from, she could get the appeal of leaving somewhere behind. "Probably a lil' awkward, seein' parts of your old life after such a big change."

She offers a little about herself, just to be fair. "I'm from Nevada. So, kinda in the same boat packin' up and changin' continents."

[cabins]

"You have no idea." Her tone is wry, but she's smiling. Better to get out of that world completely.

"Nevada- I've been there. I don't mean to pry, but you're a little young to be on your own, relatively speaking." Were her parents there?

[thelastjoy]

"Might have a lil' of one," she says lightly.

"It's not really pryin'." She can understand where the question comes from; children don't cross countries alone. "I'm not on my own. My uncle got a job here."

Only because she'd prompted him to look, but that doesn't need to be said.

[cabins]

She nods. "Good. I was going to be worried." And knowing her, offer up her place to stay, if she needed. Though with a place like the Den, what was the point?

[thelastjoy]

"Why? I'm a wolf, I could take care of myself." Barely, if she's being realistic. But she's a teenager. Being self sufficient is something she's designed to argue.

[cabins]

She's really not going to get into the complexities about growing up with a young teenager. Instead, she's going to accept it. "Of course. But doesn't everyone need someone there for them? Otherwise it gets lonely."

[thelastjoy]

Girl thinks life can still be pretty lonely even with a guardian around. But it's not a point to argue, lest she gets asked to explain herself. "Just sayin' I could do it, if I had to. Not that it isn't better with someone else 'round."

[cabins]

"Fair enough," she concedes. "But let's hope for everyone's sake none of us have to go alone."

[thelastjoy]

"Well, we won't now. That's what bein' a pack is all 'bout, right?" She shrugs. "Not unless there's something goin' wrong with this one."

[cabins]

She positively beams down at Girl. "Yes, absolutely." And she was right; Laura had been hoping for some sort of revelation without even realizing it. Something to catch her and make her see those deep links of pack. deep like the links of a coven.

"Absolutely."

[thelastjoy]

She's not sure why Laura's smiling at her, but it's nice and she answers with one of her own hesitantly. "Right, yeah. Good to see you're in with the idea."

She doesn't mean it sarcastically, for all it might sound it. She's pleased the members she's met of this pack seem to have such loyalty. It makes her feel she made the right decision by coming here.

[cabins]

Laura exhales a little through her nose, almost a laugh. "I don't really think we have much of a choice." There's a good bond from the moment she joined.

[thelastjoy]

"You had a choice in packs." It's not the same as choosing loyalty, but Girl knows even that isn't always the choice people make. She'd seen her parent's pack disintegrate at the end, though she could wager the lack of an alpha had just as much to do with that as anything else. "You took this one. That's choosin' who to be loyal to."

[cabins]

"Perhaps. But what causes us to choose? Maybe there's something deeper than that." Questions to ponder later over tea and a joint. "Of course, I have no idea, but it's interesting to think about."

[thelastjoy]

"Deeper? Like fate or somethin'?" She cocks her head from one side to the other, considering. "Don't know if I'd like knowin' it if it were true. It'd be kinda weird not to have a say in the matter."

[cabins]

"Perhaps fate's a word for it." She wasn't so sure herself, having never been necessarily a religious person. A practicing witch sure, but not religious beyond that.

"I do, too. But..." Another shrug. "We may never know."

[thelastjoy]

"Doesn't sound like the word you were thinkin' of. What'd ya mean, then?" Girl didn't believe much by way of religion but she did believe that sometimes strings were being pulled behind the scenes. She just din't give much thought to who or what was doing it.

"Maybe," she agrees, shrugging herself.