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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 16, 2013 4:41:25 GMT
Pooch kind of wondered how she seemed so happy and bubbly and just... smiling all the time. This was one of the few times Pooch wasn't yelling at someone for being stupid or telling someone else what to do or something else. He mostly didn't talk unless it was yelling or teasing or something along that nature. Pooch wasn't someone that was smiles and talks. He was a man of action. He was a man that turned into the product of a war. "Nothing in specific. Just in general. How I acted. What I did... just... I was strong. Still am." Pooch didn't know how to explain it very well. So he tried his hardest.
Pooch still wasn't sure why he was talking with a stranger and opening up to them. He shouldn't do that... he should do something that was... not this. He didn't show weakness and talking was weakness. Especially if it was about yourself. When Pooch talked... even with the other enforcers, it was never about himself. Only Rex knew a lot about him because he was closest with Rex. Werewolves for life and all that shit. Plus video games. That helped bring them closer. More than it should. He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything at all. It wasn't worth it. She would say something else... he was sure. She seemed like the talkative type.
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 16, 2013 5:07:09 GMT
He was strong indeed, and that's one of the things Priscilla couldn't help but noticed. His muscles just popped out. "Well, you must be something special then, huh?" She figured he must be a lone wolf maybe, or an alpha. Looking at his muscles, even if he was in the war, there was something missing. Even if you were apart of a pack, if you weren't their leader that is, you'd never get that strong. The Alphas would never allow it. So maybe he was a lone wolf. Though her senses aren't the best, Priscilla still couldn't smell any other werewolves on him. She was a lone wolf. Though her brother, Demitri, and her have always been together, and she's clearly superior, two isn't big enough for a pack. Boy, did Priscilla want to be apart of a pack again. She threw her thoughts aside and decided to ask, "are you apart of a pack, or are you a lone wolf?"
If there was one thing Priscilla wanted just as much as getting her family back, it would be to start a family of her own, and have her own pack. Most of her desire for a pack is probably her nostalgia for the pack she used to be apart of. Yes they were mostly all family, but they still knew how to play their role. It's not even a role you can play, it's an instinct. She always thinks about how amazing it would be to become an alpha.
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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 16, 2013 5:46:44 GMT
Pooch never thought of himself as anything special. He never considered it. Sure... He was strong and he was someone that took the initiative and did things for himself rather than wait for other people to do it for you. He didn't like relying on others. Which he supposed went into the next question about him being in a pack. Pooch never was. He didn't really believe in packs. During the war, he teamed up with whoever he could find that would take him. Which was a lot of people. Then he would kick ass with them, and move on shortly after.
"I did my own thing back then. My pack now are the other enforcers. That's all I need. So I guess I'm a lone wolf." Pooch told her, his eyes burrowing. His family wasn't even ever a pack. His parents didn't believein that either so... he supposed he was lucky. The concept of a pack doesn't exactly sound fun. Not to him at least. He'd take wandering and finding randomers anytime. Now he was with his group, so he was happy with them as well. "What about you? How old are you, anyways? I feel like we're getting the serious questions done with and not the easy ones."
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 16, 2013 7:42:28 GMT
Priscilla half smiled at what Christos said about being a lone wolf. I guess it's good that he at least has enforcer friends, she thought. Though, she noticed that he burrowed his eyebrows, and her smile, for the first time they'd been talking, vanished. Priscilla wondered what he was thinking about. Did she say something wrong? She couldn't have, she only asked about him being in a pack or not....
Taken back by how he asked her how old she was, Priscilla wasn't sure if she did something wrong. Maybe she did say something wrong. She couldn't tell for sure if he was getting upset, or flustered. Either way, she answered "I'm 198," Priscilla attempted to smile again, but failed, "and you?" She wasn't sure what happened, but she felt a sudden change in the mood. The serious questions? Priscilla was just trying to make conversation. Maybe she wasn't as good as making friends as she thought. She cleared her throat, and got off of the swing. She didn't go anywhere, but stood there looking at Christos, wondering what she possibly did to upset him.
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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 16, 2013 14:26:28 GMT
198. She was still fairly young then. Pooch wasn't all that much older than her, but it was still young enough for her to be considered almost a child to him. In the werewolf world at least. In all reality, she wasn't a child though. She was much more but the age difference was exceedingly striking to Pooch. "I'm 248." He told her just before she jumped up off the swing and turned to look at him. Well... wasn't that a bit weird. He looked at her questioningly but didn't know what to say. She looked like her mood had changed. She wasn't smiling like she had been. The look on her face though... Pooch didn't know how to describe it besides hot. Really hot.
"You okay there?" He asked her when he didn't know what else he should say. He was bad around people and it... felt like she was upset about something or another. Pooch didn't know what he had said to make her upset, but he figured he should apologize or something. That was what most people did, right? He thought so.
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 16, 2013 17:48:53 GMT
Priscilla realized how upset she was getting, it wasn't even that serious, though she kept looking at Christos the way she had been before. Still staring intensively hard, she thought about what he said his age was. 248, that's not too bad only a 50 year difference. It can't be that bad. Even though Priscilla is younger than him, she still has been through a lot, how much can you grow up in more than a hundred years really?
What was she even getting so mad about? It didn't really matter why because she was already trying to convince herself that it wasn't a big deal. Like you said, and he said, he doesn't talk to people often. Just let it go. Some of the tension escaped her body when she heard him ask if she was okay. Maybe she was completely overreacting, her anger can get out of control at sometimes, she should really work on that. It's more of her protective side though, she doesn't want to be hurt anymore than she already was. Priscilla needed to learn how to let things go.
Clearing her throat, she replied, "I'm fine." Her body completely relaxed as she convinced herself to calm down. Still standing, she grabbed the swing chain and gave a slight half smile to Christos. "Sorry." A little embarrassed about how upset she got over nothing, her cheeks turned a little red. Now look, you've made a fool of yourself. Priscilla didn't know what to do for once, and just stood there looking at Christos.
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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 17, 2013 5:42:22 GMT
Pooch watched as her emotions kind of changed. He wondered what he had done to make her go a bit crazy for a second but thought that it could have been something else that made her get all upset and not him. Chances are though... he was the one talking to her. The odds were it was him. It was definitely possible with his stupid social skills. Pooch looked at her questioningly still as he thought about asking her more about her sudden mood changes but figured if it was something he should know, the she would tell him. That was how it worked right?
He stood up and looked at her because she was looking at him and what else did you do in a situation like this. Look at the person. Duh. Pooch gave her a small smile before talking. "Alright... well I should really get back to the compound now. See if something came up or whatever. But do you... wanna do something? I need more friends." Pooch joked with her and gave her an even bigger smile as he awaited her response.
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 17, 2013 7:24:17 GMT
Priscilla smiled as Christos smiled, even if it was a small one. She nodded her head slightly, agreeing that he should probably return to work, and she smiled even bigger at the fact that he asked her if she wanted to do something. She needed more friends too, or just a friend in general. "Yeah, I'd like that," Priscilla really did like the idea of spending more time with him, and she hoped that in they future they could be friends.
For once, she wasn't sure how to say goodbye exactly, or in what way to say goodbye, so she figured she'd leave that to Christos. She usually knew what to say, what to do, but for whatever reason, she was stuck. Maybe it was because she didn't want to do something wrong. Priscilla hoped that the next time she saw Christos, things went a little more smoothly, maybe they can learn more about each other. She wanted to know more about him. Though, she knew he was quiet, there wasn't anything that was going to stop her from trying to make him a little more comfortable around her.
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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 17, 2013 7:55:35 GMT
Pooch smiled when she said that sounded good and grabbed her hand in his to bend down and give it a quick kiss. He was already looking forward to learning more about her. Pooch shoved one of his hands in his front pocket after he let go of her hand and gave her a warm smile. He then took out a receipt he had in his pocket and a pen and wrote down his number.
"Call or text me whenever you want to hang out. I literally don't have a life unless it's my job. So I'll definitely answer or call back right away. Just let me know." Pooch told her with a slight laugh and a warm smile. "It was nice meeting and talking with you, Priscilla." He said as he walked away from the area, smiling a bit more than he would normally as he made his way back to the compound to tell Rex.
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 17, 2013 17:27:02 GMT
As Christos grabbed her hand kissed it, she couldn't help to do anything else but smile and blush. A soft laugh escaped her mouth, and she couldn't wait to spend more time with him. Priscilla watched him attentively as he took something to write on out of his pocket and wrote down his number. She happily took the old receipt from him and put it in her pocket. Oh, she would make sure that she called. Before Christos walked away, she said "It was nice to meet you too." She was still smiling as he walked away.
Smiling to herself now, Priscilla decided that she should probably get back home to check on her brother and her cat. She couldn't wait to tell her brother either. Seeing that he was her only friend, but still, she loved telling her brother exciting news. They knew everything about each other, they are all one another has. She finally walked away from the park and home, with a smile still planted on her face.
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