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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[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.