<strong>SWEET DREAMS ARE NOT MADE OF THESE</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Carol and Johnny<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Jack grunted in acknowledgement of both Johnny and Caorl's comments. Yeah how was his night? Oh swell I just ran fifty miles away to go kill and eat bambi he thought, how was youre night? He chuckled to himself as he rooted around for some orange juice. He didnt know why but he always craved orange juice after a night's hunt. Must be something metabolic he was sure, but God he could drink like a gallon of the stuff right now. Jack poured himself two large glasses and greedily gulped them down rinsed out the glass and put it in the dish rack. Jack nodded back at Johnny as he left and proceeded to head back to his own room for his own clothes. Jack didnt like having someone else's scent all over him. He shool his head in amusement as he watched a gaggle of girls flock instantly to Johnny like a pack of wolves on raw meat. Celebrity, the ultimate aphrodisiac in America Jack thought.<br/><br/>Making it back to the door Jack snatched off the stolen sweats and tossed them in the trash can. Jack snatched up a pair of jeans from his wardrobe. They were worn and frayed and faded. A studded leather belt was looped through it and cinched tight about his thin waist. He lipped on a black t-shirt with the poster for the 1980' horror flick The Howling silk screened into the fabric and pulled on a sleeveless grey hoodie on over that. Beat up ombat boots completed the ensemble and with that Jack was ready to go. He put his class schedule into his pocket and headed across the street to the academy.