Midnight Montage

[emmaspencer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,343,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B0C2C2] It had been a rather long and dreary winter afternoon and as evening slowly came about, Emma found herself tired and a little bit cranky. She wasn't really in the mood to go out and socialize but because she was so new to the area, she thought that it would be best to get out and mingle before she made retreating a habit. What she really wanted to do was to go home, crack open a novel and lie in bed snacking lazily on something salty. But as the new alpha of a pack, she knew that laziness was not an option. The young woman was clothed rather warmly, wearing a worn but comfortable pair of faded blue jeans, a plain white tee shirt, and an oversized gray sweater with a hood and oversized dark buttons. On her feet she wore a simple pair of fuzzy black boots that were worn down and missing a few patches of faux fur. Emma wasn't a fashion diva by any means. She hated shoes and she wasn't much of a shopper so she normally wore sweats or anything she found comfortable and easy to move around in. Most of the clothing she owned didn't fit very well. Nearly everything was too large because she had either purchased it from a resale shop, or it had been passed down to her by someone she knew. Emma was a very petite young woman and no matter how much she ate, she never seemed to gain an ounce. And she ate a lot indeed. She had a junk food addiction and was rarely seen eating anything that wasn't full of sugar, salt, or starch. As it were, she walked down the dimly lit street with a bag of salted chips in her left hand. She continually dipped her free hand into the bag, retrieving small masses of chips that were quickly tossed into her waiting mouth. It wasn't long before the chips were completely gone and she discarded the bag in what she suspected was some sort of trash can. There were quite a few people moseying about despite the unpleasant weather, and Emma tried her best to offer at least a few of the individuals she passed, a smile. The young woman often kept to herself and held conversations only when they were necessary but she was trying her best to get out there and be a little more social and outgoing. She could hold a conversation as well as the next person, it was just a matter of getting out and doing it. Emma wasn't shy per se, but she was new to Orien and was still trying to get accustomed to the differences between it and her former place of residence. She was under the impression that she was residing near a rather small village where the majority of the inhabitants knew one another fairly well. She was a little bit concerned that everyone would be so closely knit, that breaking into the fold would be nearly impossible. But if she didn't get out there and try, she would never know. Besides, she wanted her pack to grow and flourish, and how would that ever happen if she didn't put herself out there? Though Emma wasn't particularly fond of the bar scene, she decided the bar would be the perfect place to begin her social journey. Veering left and pulling the heavy metal handle with both of her hands, she let herself in and stood quietly as her brown eyes adjusted to the dark interior. The bar wasn't terribly busy and despite a few loud patrons, things were rather quiet. The young woman made her way towards the center of the bar where she seated herself comfortably atop an oversized swiveling brown stool. Placing her hands on the sleek brown bar top, the young woman peered over at the drinks on tap and wondered which beer she ought to try. The young woman wasn't a huge fan of alcoholic drinks, but she could down a good brew with the best of them. Selecting a lighter beer, the young woman watched as the attractive middle aged tender poured the foaming liquid into a thick cold glass and slid it towards Emma's waiting hands. Before she took a sip of the drink, the young woman tucked her dark nearly waist length hair behind her ears and took a deep breath. Holding the mug in her left hand, she took a sip and allowed the cold drink to slip down her throat and into her eager stomach. Most of the bar's patrons were sitting in small groups, conversing with one another about things that Emma simply couldn't keep up with. She didn't have much interest in the village gossip because she didn't know any of the individuals or situations the village people were referring to, and she wasn't much of a gossip anyway. Emma didn't care enough to meddle in the business of other people unless it affected her or someone she cared about in some negative way. Emma continued to take small swigs of her drink, wondering how on earth she was going to make friends without barging in on other people's conversations. If everyone was already so familiar and close with one another, how was someone new and perhaps a little unconventional like Emma going to make a place for herself? Taking another rather long sip of beer, she set the mug heavily on the bar top and sighed. She was going to be in for a long night.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Look out world here I come! The large well dressed muscular form of Gethro made his way around the town. He towered slightly over most of the humans, and his bulk along made some hurry out of his way. Not that he cared much, if someone didn't move then he usually made them one way or another. Granted unless he was fighting them, he wouldn't barrel over them or stomp on them or anything, but glares and death threats were enough to make most move. Rays of light glinted off his brown tinited glasses, the silver rimming managing to brighten his features. His Dark grey winter coat clung close to his form, his pants a dull shade of navy blue accented the jacket. He liked dressing in style, and showing off his physique, his power. Truth be told he wasn't a higher up member in the pack like a beta or anything, but he was a strong werewolf none the less. Once he had been given a chance to vie for positions, but he had waved it off like an offending tick. He cared little for high ranking merits, the badge didn't make someone better then someone else. Gethro had no problem with authority, but he sure was not falling into that cliche. That having been taken care of, he was an extreamly show offy strong sort of lycan. Espeacially for the ladies. This particular outting he was not looking for company. Nope he would not have a qiet or peaceful night either most likely. He had been told to seek the alpha out since none could find her in the territory. Not that he was worried, by all means she could go where she pleased for all he cared. What bothered him was that she was alone, and that lycans from the other three packs or worse a ruffian outside of the pack could be hanging about. Gethro shared no feelings for her, but he as a member of the pack was very protective of her, especially since the last alpha had passed recently giving her the position in the first place. Practically marching across the town , he had his game face on as he scented the air and shifted his eyes every which way looking for even a glimpse ot trace of her having been there at all. It was possible that he would not find her there, she could be any number of places out side the territory. She might even have doubled back already and be back with the pack by now. His nose twitched at the faint familiar scent coating the air. He had almost missed it, and cursed his lack of alertness. However his features turned into a wide grin when he noticed where she was at. Things could get interesting, she was in a bar. This is not such a bad assignment afterall... Still grining he walked in, and took off his sun glasses. A few of the regulars, as he guessed they were looked his way, and then probably deciding that he was either trouble or none of there concern they went back to being as they were. In a few long strides he was next to Emma, and ordering a water. He wanted to make it look like he wasn't there to drink, though having debated on it he realized it probably wasn't a good idea. He needed to keep an eye on her afterall and it was hard to if he couldn't see straight. His Eventoned, yet strong voice rushed out. " Lots of people were looking for you." _____________________ 696words.

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[emmaspencer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,343,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B0C2C2] The petite woman continued to guzzle her beer, not truly enjoying the taste but merely tolerating it. Because she weighed so little and had nothing more in her belly than a few salty chips, the alcohol made her a little lightheaded. She wasn't even close to the point of intoxication but she could feel the effects of the liquor quite well. Emma finished the majority of the drink, leaving only a small pool of golden beer at the bottom of the mug. The bottom of a drink was what Emma referred to as "the leftover spit-up." Whether people wanted to acknowledge or not, when a person drank a beverage, there was always a little backwash that generally sank to the bottom of the container. Sliding the mud across the smooth bar top a few inches in an indication that she was through, the young woman contemplated ordering another brew but settled for a glass of water instead. Emma knew better than to drink enough to make her appear intoxicated or to render her incapable of handling her own body and movements. And she was in a relatively strange place, and she wasn't too keen on displaying and of her vulnerabilities. Bringing the cold clear glass to her lips, the alpha took a few small sips of the water, the cold, rather plain liquid quenching her thirst. She longed to have a bowl of pretzels or some starchy type of snack beside her, but she would have to wait until she got home. It had to be said, that Emma ate a lot. She almost always had some type of snack in her hand and generally, it wasn't in the least bit healthy. She snacked on cookies, candies, and cakes throughout the day and many of her meals consisted of sweets or other unhealthy snacks. It was a wonder that she wasn't terribly obese. She was fortunate enough to have a fast metabolism, but it often caused her a little bit of distress because she seemed to always have a hunger she couldn't satisfy. Time wore on as the woman sat alone, unsure of how to bridge the massive gap between herself and the rest of the patrons. It wasn't as though she could barge in on their conversations, and even if she could, what would would she say? Growing flustered and frustrated, she decided that it may be time to take her leave. Swiveling her stool to the side, the young woman prepared to hop off and head back to her home. She was stopped short however, when a rather large male not only blocked her view of the door, but took the liberty to seat himself next to her. Yes, right next to her. Cocking her head to the side and raising her brows she wondered if he was just some nincompoop looking for some tail. Turning back towards the bar, she listened as the male ordered a water. The woman had to wonder who in God's name came into a bar and ordered a water. She didn't bother to mask her confusion and she cast him what she referred to as the stinkeye. She didn't mean to be so blatantly rude and disrespectful but she had to be wary of such a large creature who clearly had something other than drinking in mind. Sighing quietly, she glanced over at him as he began to speak. When he mentioned that others were searching for her, she didn't hide her surprise. What could anyone possibly want from her? Well, clearly news traveled fast and perhaps the other packs in the area were aware of her arrival. She didn't relish being the newcomer and detested this strange attention. She wished she could have slipped into the midsts unannounced, claimed her territory and did as she pleased. But it was inevitable that her actions would be scrutinized by others, and she would simply have to deal with it. Running her fingers through her long dark hair, the woman answered "and who pray tell is looking for me. And more importantly, why?" Emma probably sounded a little snooty but the stranger had been a little bit forward and had taken her aback with his sudden approach. She hadn't come across many people who were willing to approach her in such a casual manner. Emma commanded respect and others often found her intimidating and very serious. She wasn't a beastly woman of course but she was level-headed and logical and didn't beat around the bush when she spoke. She was always straight to the point and very literal. Well, if this man were going to continue to sit so close to her, she decided that she would take a moment and look him over. She wanted to give him an assessment of course and now was the perfect time to do it. He looked healthy enough, and though she couldn't be sure what ranking he would hold in a pack, she supposed he would fall below an alpha but way above an omega. She could tell by the way that he carried himself that he was not an alpha of the pack. But he was confident and physically capable which made her wonder if he was some type of scout or guard. Placing her glass of water on the solid wood with a thump, the female piped up "so, who are you? And how do you know of me?" She didn't bother to introduce herself, since he was obviously already well aware of who she was.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Natrual instincts taking over, Gethro scanned the place carefully. He picked out the many scents of the drinks and people, and he could tell what emotions each were displaying. None of them seemed particularily interested in anything they were doing, so he tried to lower his guard a little bit. That was easier said then done however, because he was never all that trusting of the wolves in the pack let alone humans in the field. Keeping there cover was a given, but a if a fight broke out here then he would have to intervene while his alpha was here. Ever since she had just walked into the position of power, quite literally in fact, he had noticed that the pack was on edge. Many had no idea what to make of her, and some still hadn't actually seen her. Granted this was his first real meeting with her himself. When he had heard that a new alpha was in Havren pack he had been trying to identify the scent out of curiosity. It was just curiosity until the higher ups had asked him to actally find her. So far she seemed competent enough for the position she had placed herself in. Though he couldn't help but throw her a grin when she gave him no notice at first. It almost made him laugh, when her first action was to give him the stink eye. She probably thinks I'm looking for dates or something. Unfortunatly for this evening that was not an option, and most likely for her that was definatly not an option. The seat of power as an alpha was tempting, but no. Casually as if he had not heard her first retortful query he looked away from her and took small sips from his water. In a way he was testing her patience level, but it was more of his own authorative habit then general rudeness. Turning back to her, he noticed a look in her eye. Like she realized that he was stronger then the average wolf or something. It wasn't and untrue thought, but he didn't exactly want to show off at the moment. A little more curtly he answered her next barrage or questions. " Apologies I suppose introductions would have been the right way to go about such things, but eh I think its boring somethimes to stick to the norm. My name's Gethro Tallin, and I'm from Havren. The ones currently taking care of things there were asking for you, so that you could take over. I was charged rather ubruptly with finding you. Grinning again he realized she hadn't shared her name with him either as part of formality. This meant she proabably already had an idea of who he was. Thinking to try and see how much of his luck he could push, he spoke again. "Now would it not be polite if you told me your name as well?" _____________________ 587words.

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[emmaspencer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,343,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B0C2C2] Though Emma was generally quite personable, she was a born skeptic and it often took her a considerable amount of time before she completely allowed herself to grow comfortable around another person. This male hadn't startled her, but truth be told, she wasn't used to perfect strangers approaching her in such a manner. The man was interesting both in appearance and demeanor. The way he carried himself perplexed Emma, and despite herself, she was a little bit curious. She should have expected the other shifters in the area to be on high alert after her arrival. After all, it was aways difficult adjusting to a newcomer in the area, especially one that played such an important role. She knew that her position in the pack was detrimental and perhaps she should have made herself clearly known before she began her socializations. For now her pack was rather small, though she was somewhat pleased to learn that the male beside her was also part of the Havren pack. It would have been difficult for her to pave a way for herself without a little bit of backup. She assumed that this male, Gethro, had been in the area for some time and was familiar with the other packs and the individuals who led them. She hoped that his connections would at least help her get on her feet as far as her pack and her relationships with the shifters around her were concerned. The young woman listened to Gethro as he spoke, her eyes and ears focused on his words as well as his mannerisms. Emma knew that actions and physical behaviors often gave more information about an individual than speaking did. Throughout his self-expanation, Emma noted that he (like her) harbored a little bit of an attitude. He was a colorful male, she could see that clearly enough. He didn't appear in the least bit put off by her slightly unfriendly greeting and firmly stood his ground. But he did so without being rude or disrespectful, and that pleased the female immensely. She was a stickler about respect and hardly tolerated unwarranted, obnoxious behavior. She nodded her head in understanding as he explained his purpose for being in the bar that night. She understood that he hadn't been planning on seeking her out, but had been assigned to do it. She sympathized with that and decided that she ought to cooperate since he had after all, gone out of his way to find her. "Alright. I know you hadn't planned on spending your night looking for me, so what can I do to help? Do I need to pay a visit to the ones who sent you here?." And this she asked without a trace of attitude. When the large male expelled a sharp little question regarding her name, she cast him a mischievous smile and replied "My name is Emma. Emma Spencer." Finally growing annoyed with her long hair in her face, the young woman retrieved a plan black elastic band from around her left wrist and pulled her hair back into a loose, low ponytail. The bartender came around once again, offering Emma drink suggestions which she clearly had no interest in. When the tender was through with her extensive list, Emma shook her head in a negative gesture and politely declined. She wasn't much of a drinker, and one beer had been more than enough. Crossing her legs one over the other, the young woman wondered how things were going to pan out. Was Gethro going to take her to the others who wished to see her, or would he simply give her directions and let her go at it alone? Emma wasn't really certain which option she preferred. Though she didn't relish the idea of venturing out in the middle of the night on her own, she wasn't sure what sort of company Gethro could be. And more importantly, could she trust him? The young woman was confident in her ability to care for herself but while she was in human form and without a single weapon to keep her safe, she knew she was just a little bit vulnerable. As a canine she had no problem duking it out with the best of them, but as much as she hated to admit it, such was not the case when she was in her slightly fragile human body. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her heavy clear glass and took one final sip of her water. Her stomach was tolerably full and though she would have welcomed some type of cheesy snack chock full of saturated fat and cholesterol, she would have to settle for chips, beer, and water. Placing the glass back on the countertop with a small thud, she rested her chin on her left hand and quietly anticipated Gethro's response.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Though he didn't really mean to, Gethro had been testing her all night thus far. In a way he was pleased that he had done so. Turns out she was nothing to really worry about, he had decided that with easy, and almost as soon as he met her. Havren would be well taken care of, not that it always hadn't been. Afterall there were plenty of strong dependable lycans there, and he was one of them. Though he would never make such a display as to show the others that he was stronger or anything. That was suicide to his grasp of freedom he currently had. Not something he was willing to give up easily, though he found that if Emma asked him to, he would willingly become her eyes and ears as a bodyguard or something of that manner. Already he felt that he liked her, she was kind of like him in some ways. He noticed the waitress had been trying not to hover near them. It could be expected since he had not ordered anything bar like really, and she had only one drink. Two people chatting at a bar usually became more familiar with its contents by the end of a conversation. That thought alone made him want to growl at her, when she returned to offer Emma more. Instead he as well, politly as possible declined again, and she swifty scurried off having given up on them. Turning back to Emma she directed a few more logical questions, which he figured would come up. "Alright. I know you hadn't planned on spending your night looking for me, so what can I do to help? Do I need to pay a visit to the ones who sent you here?." Gethro leaned back in his seat debating that. She was asking him for his opinion rather then just taking charge. Granted he was the only one between the two of them that knew where they were going technically, but still usually all the alphas that he had known took charge in some way. She was really starting to intrigue him, she would be interesting person to keep an eye on that was for sure. " Not that I had much else to do anyway. Usually at night I scout the perimeter on my own and sniff around to make sure no one is where there not supposed to be. Couple of others may have filled in to do it, but I will probably redo it once we get back. I don't like leaving things to others. I suppose you do, though since your technically the one in charge thats up to you." He shrugged towards the end of his answer, as if he could care less what she decided. One way or another he would make his rounds later. Eventually they would get there, whatever she chose to do, he would be good with it. _____________________ 581words.

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