Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>15-02-2012, 20:45:05</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/SettingPics/BikerRoadhouse.jpg)</div><br>Welcome to the Doghouse! Located in the Texas Panhandle just outside of Silverton City, named for the world famous Silverton Supermax Wolfen Reserve...or the Silverton Kennels as they're more commonly known. Rumored to be the holding place of Aidan O'Connor himself, the Kennel's proximity to the city has led to a boom in the security and technologies industry for the citizens of Silverton specifically and northern texas in general. <br><br>The city's economy is one of the few still going strong with few signs of slowing down. So the Doghouse sees alot of traffic from truckers, commuters, and locals alike. Even with the frequent patronage of outsiders the Doghouse has remained a firm and fixed favorite amongst locals who apprecciate the air of authenticity this rustic bar and grill provides.&nbsp; A bar brawl is almost a monthly event...they used to be weekly events but Beth put a stop to that nonsense right quick once she took a more active hand in mangement. The rules are few and far between, and you've got more to worry about from the other customers than you do from the law if you make trouble. There's only three real guidelines most locals pay heed to: "If you want to keep coming here don't piss off Beth. And if you want to keep your balls, don't piss off Zee. Oh, and keep your woman far the hell away from Rake." <br><br>But then again, if you're stupid enough to bring your woman to the Doghouse you're probably not a local anyway. Most local men consider it a place to escape the fury of angry wives throughout the county. Why sleep on the couch when you can just run out to the Doghouse with the rest of the guys and maybe score a barslut or two? <br><br>Many locals do suspect that the crew running the Doghouse are more than they appear, but nobody wants trouble...besides all the Shaggies that come around hoping for action and getting totally wasted...especially the Daphnes and Freds...just make it that much easier for local patrons to score out of their league. <br><br>The bar is usually pretty hot inside, due to all the warm bodies, neon lights, and a few strategically placed heat lamps around the windows and doorway. This has kept people from confirming their suspicions about the pack by using thermal imaging technology from the cover of the woods...so far. That said the Pack still has to be alert when going outside, especially on cold nights. Luckily with rare exception if you're close enough to be watching the pack, you're close enough for them to know it. <br><br>The first floor of the Doghouse is open to customers.The second floor is mostly storage, and a few rooms with beds that can be used when the pack has guests. If necessary the second floor can be quickly remodeled to provide additional patron space. <br><br>The basement has more tables and a minibar. The pack is debating making the basement exclusive for non-human patrons. A locked supply closet in the basement leads to large network of tunnels the pack mostly carved out themselves(with a bit of help), and provides ample living space for a pack twice this size, and containment pits for full moon nights. They've even been working basic amenities like plumbing, power generators, and light fixtures in. This tunnel network is used both as living space and as a temporary housing waypoint for Werewolves beginning the long journey north on the underground railroad toward Canada.<br><br>There's also a tunnel leading to the old plantation estate's manor which is the pack's primary living space and allows them to move back and forth between the estate and the Doghouse without setting foot above ground. Most of the excavated earth from the tunnels was dumped in the nearby Silver River under cover of darkness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 02:23:30</strong>
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				<hr><hr><br><div align="center">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymzw99iij1qad6zho7_250.jpg) (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymzpneblw1qdyv8zo3_250.png)&nbsp; <span style="font-family: Curlz MT;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 26pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jesse "JB" Belle</strong></span></span> (http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymzpneblw1qdyv8zo5_250.png) (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymzpneblw1qdyv8zo4_250.png)</div><br><hr><hr><br><span style="font-family: Gabriola;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Pack Position:</strong> Pup<br><strong>Species:</strong> Natural Breed Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> In a Corner on the First Floor <br><br></span></span><hr><br>Jesse had gotten to the Doghouse not but a couple hours ago. Her&nbsp; It was a good place to watch people and keep an eye on Rake when he was around. If only her pops wasn't always watching her, she might have gotten a date one of those nights. Shifting on a stool she held her acoustic guitar on her lap and strummed at the strings with ease and precision. The melody was at a decent pace. It wasn't too slow or too fast and she had gotten pretty good at playing and singing at the same time. Before she was lucky to do one or the other. Her fingers held in place as she shifted notes and her opposite hand moved the guitar pick across the wires.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymzuyLDE11rowm57o1_500.jpg)</div><br>Jesse wore a pair of well fitting blue jeans and a tee shirt that looked slightly too small for her as it clung to her chest and v-necked downward to show a good amount cleavage that had been pushed up by her padded bra. Her long blonde curls were flowing freely around her shoulders and tumbled forward as she leaned over playing the instrument.&nbsp; Her black boots tapped in time with the rhythm as she rested them on the footholds of the stool.&nbsp; She didn't sing anything but caught herself humming now and again with the tune. Her bright blue eyes stared out to watch the patrons that would come in and leave.&nbsp; They typically didn't bother her but she certainly loved to tease them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 05:57:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/vm3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>RyAnn Jacobson<br><strong>Pack Position:</strong> Teacher/Counselor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Natural Born Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Doghouse, Main Floor <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes31.jpg)</div><br>RyAnn smiled as she sauntered into the Doghouse. She had plans to hustle a few humans on the pool tables tonight. It was part of the reason she'd chosen the dress she did (besides the fact that with her increased core temperature it was just comfortable to have fewer close on inside the warmth of the bar), to distract the human males from the fact that she was robbing them blind. Silly men were so easy sometimes! Flash some skin, bat your eyelashes, give a few coy smiles, and the silly things were losing on purpose to try and keep her playing while missing the fact that she was running the table on them and would have been more impressed if they played to win!<br><br>She fully intended to make enough money tonight to sponsor a bit of a shoe spree in the next couple of days. At only 5'2 a girl could never have enough heels to make her look taller!<br><br>Seeing Jesse with her guitar, Ry smiled and waved to the pretty blonde before sliding up onto a barstool and looking around the bar. It wasn't packed yet but it would be as the evening wore on. Sizing up the crowd, her chocolate eyes sparkled with some joke only she seemed to know. It wasn't time to hit the tables yet. She'd wait a bit longer until some more alcohol had loosened up a few more inhibitions and made the humans that came in a bit more foolish. She considered hustling drunks to be a public service. Separating a fool from his money (especially when she needed new shoes) was never a bad thing, after all they couldn't be trusted with it if they lost it so easily!<br><br>Grinning at the bartender she ordered a beer and returned to letting her eyes roam the bar, settling in for a good evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 06:09:51</strong>
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				http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/celebrity-bachelor-pads.html (http://realestate.yahoo.com/promo/celebrity-bachelor-pads.html)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Rake<br><strong>Location:</strong> Storeroom to Main Floor<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ry, Jailbait<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerastegui.jpg)</div><br><em>The head nurse spoke up. She said leave this one alone. She could tell right right away...</em><br><br>Rake prowled out of the storeroom barechested and pulling his brown leather jacket on in place of a shirt which he apparently lost track of at some point in the last hour since he'd vanished into there. The woman who came out a few moments after him on slightly shaky knees and somewhat disheveled hair sat down in the nearest available empty chair and wore a look on her face that rested somewhere in that nebulous void between supremely sore and superbly satisfied. <br><br>The locals...for whom this was not an unusual sight...gave their typical reaction. A mix of juvenile hoots and catcalls that would be right at home in a highschool lockeroom. For his part Rake seemed casual and nonplussed as he walked across the mainfloor, weaving between tables as he looked around. Those with a nose for such things would note breifly the scent of sex wafting from the open door, before the Doghouse's more customary scents of booze, beef, and drunken idiocy overpowered it. <br><br>Ry would have been hard to miss even without the dress that said some poor bastard was not going to make his car payments this month. He gave her a breif up and down look of approval. Damn. If not for her being a packmate he might have made an exception to his "no-wolfen" rule for her. Well...a Bill Clinton exception anyway. But you don't mess where you eat...that whole storeroom thing not withstanding.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Try to at least leave them enough money to pay their tab at the end of the night huh Ry?</strong> " he said with a smirk, knowing those poor bastards were already doomed. <br><br>He raised his eyes to Jesse next, and almost cringed inwardly. It was no secret Rake got around of course. But around Jesse he usually tried to be more discreet about it. He wasn't a moron, even if he enjoyed playing the role. Nor was he blind. He realized she had a crush on him...but even a schoolgirl crush can be a damned powerful thing and he tried to avoid rubbing her nose in his flings. <br><br>So of course Rake decided to resolve this potentially awkward social situation with tried and true age-old wisdom that men throughout history...both human and inhuman alike...had proven effective time and again. <br><br>He ignored it. Science had categorically proven that ignoring problems makes them go away. He would go to his grave swearing by this wisdom. So borrowing the example of animal-brother Ostrich, he just acted casual, like nothing was amiss. With a chipper and upbeat tone he said "<strong>Hey Jess. Didn't think you'd be back for a few more hours at least. Did you see Baron</strong>..."<br><br>There was a breif pause. As if he was actually daring to consider the possibility of just saying 'Baron'. But he was tempting fate enough as it was. No, he would not risk the tiny little blonde one's fury. He finished the name.<br><br>"...<strong>von Snugglebottoms yet? Poor little guy's been moping around since you left like somebody stole his puppy</strong>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 05:21:40</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymzpneblw1qdyv8zo5_250.png) </div><br><span style="font-family: gabriola;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; Jesse "JB" Belle<br><strong>Pack Position:</strong>&nbsp; Pup<br><strong>Species:</strong>&nbsp; Natural Breed Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; In a Corner on the First Floor <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> RyAnn, Rake<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Jesse waved back to Ry with a free hand and then continued playing as she watched the pretty pack-mate settle in for the evening. She admired the woman for what she could accomplish and the respect she got from others in the pack. JB wanted to have the same respect but most of them just saw her as a kid or a tease. She couldn't deny the latter but she wasn't a kid anymore! She had to prove that to them. Especially Rake. Speaking of the devil of a leader, she watched as he exited the backroom with a girl in tow. Her eyes could have shot daggers at the girl and then turned on him. The hurt was in her eyes just like it was every time she saw him casually fucking around with girls. Then he came toward her.<br><br><strong>"Hey Jess. Didn't think you'd be back for a few more hours at least. Did you see Baron....von Snugglebottoms yet? Poor little guy's been moping around since you left like somebody stole his puppy."</strong><br><br>The scent that lingered on him made her stomach turn and she looked directly at him before halting her playing. The young blonde pup placed her guitar against the wall as she stood up and moved in closer toward him. Her lips pressed together as she tried to keep herself calm and she leaned up close to him. Close enough he could smell the strawberry bubblegum on her breath and feel the cotton cloth that covered her round breasts as she pressed them against his bare chest. Her fingers splayed out over his midriff as she let them slide up around him to press in closer, hip to hip. Then she let her lips brush against his cheek as she whispered into his ear.<br><br><em>"You friggin stink of skank whore. Its not very becoming of you Rake."</em><br><br>After saying what she did she stepped away from him and walked off. Calling for Baron von Snugglebottoms she watched as he came barreling out from behind the bar right for her. She smiled at the canine and patted her hip. He wagged his tail and panted a bit as he rushed up next to her and sat down looking upward with adoration.<br><br><strong>"Come on, boy.. lets go outside for a walk and get some air. Its getting stuffy in here."</strong><br><br>She held open the door and let the dog go outside first before she followed close after. There was a brief moment she looked back at the pack leader before she walked out and let the door close itself behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 17:00:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Rake<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Floor to Second Floor Shower<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Ry<br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerastegui.jpg)</div><br><em>And that's why they call me...Bad Company. I can't deny. Bad...Bad Company. 'Til the day I die. </em> <br><br>Now to the outside observer it might appear as if that just went very badly. But in actuality science has once again carried the day. Ignoring the problem has indeed made it go away. There it goes now, walking toward the exit, swinging a pert little ass that almost made him stop thinking of it's owner in a sisterly fashion(almost!) and with a tiny tail-wagging fluff-ball in tow. <br><br>Score one for science. <br><br>Nodding firmly in approval of his own problem-solving skills...and confidant Jesse would get over it once she had an hour or so to cool down...Rake then paused and gave himself a breif and discreet sniff-check. He started walking toward the stairwell that led upstairs."<strong>Damn. She's right. Skank isn't very becoming at all...Hey Ry! Hittin' the showers if anybody needs me!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DobbyDevotchka</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 21:47:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.buzzfocus.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/emmastone-gwen-stacy.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Nico Frans<br><strong>Pack Position:</strong> Newcommer, Engineer<br><strong>Species:</strong> Werewolf (Viral)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Doghouse <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>Yep, it sure looked like Texas, she thought as she passed yet another farmhouse with the horned archway that signaled an entrance to its property.<br><br>&nbsp;Nico wasn't all that familiar with the state, having grown up in a place that was a little more metropolitan and a lot less.. dusty.&nbsp; She drove an old faded 1970s VW minibus, the paint was turquoise and there were all kinds of stickers in the rear windows, giving off the appearance that it had been places and seen a few owners. This heap of metal was considered her home when she was on the road, and it was beginning to feel like a permanent home, now that she'd been touring America for the past couple monthes. Most of the time she liked it better this way, her van being the only friend she needed to rely on. Sometimes things got a little <em>hairy</em>, and so Nico preferred to be alone, or with others who had a safe place to stay. It was easier this way, staying out of reach from the Kennels and the Hunters.<br><br>Her nose crinkled involuntarily as she rounded another bend in the road. She was getting close, it amazed her still that she could sense them before actually seeing them. Nico reached to turn off the radio, glancing down at the journal she had opened on her lap. The last destination was circled in red pen, a sort of declaration that it was the last stop on the list. The name <strong>Rake</strong> was also scribbled in the next margin, with a nice big blank spot for her notes to be taken. Her hair bristled as the Doghouse came into view, these kinds of meetings never seemed to get easier, despite the amount of visits she's made to other 'shelters' along the underground railway. The one thing that she had perfected, however, was her greeting. <br><br>Nico parked her unit alongside the many motorbikes, snickering at the contrast her vehicle made against the others. At least she'd be walking in with a smile. Her moleskin journal was tucked under one arm as she pushed passed the door, into the bar.&nbsp; She wore a black halter top with a pair of black spandex leggings that stopped mid-calf. Her wrist was decked with tons of gold bangles, and around her neck was a matching gold chain with a claw-like pendant pointing toward her modest cleavage. Her gaze swept over the bar and its inhabitants, her throat tightening as her sense of smell was asaulted by the combination of at least 5 different Wolves, all of which felt like they had been here for quite some time. Another part of her whispered thanks for having worn an outfit that wasn't too stifling. The place was warm, and it was crowded; it would take a lot more to keep her inner commotion in check here than any where else. <br><br><em>"Please...let's make this last stop a nice one. Just here to help.. "</em> She thought as she slowly meandered her way toward the bar, which she figured would be her best bet. Ry was the first to really grab her attention, and her nostrils flared as she marked her strong feminine scent, designating it with her face. Clearly, this pack was of a more relaxed<br>persuasion if they played pool with the locals. Nico let her guard down slightly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 02:28:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8c/Gallery_133_17321_avi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beth<br><strong>Position:</strong> Pack Mother<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rake, Jesse<br><br><hr><br>Beth emerged from her private office just down the hall from the bar with a pad in hand. The end of a pen being gnawed to bits as math figures danced before her eyes. She came around the corner of the bar just in time to witness Rake emerge from the storeroom, soon followed by a young lady. Blue eyes would narrow, snorting in exasperation as she moved behind the bar, giving a nod the tender. Her gaze traveled over the stock, scowling as her poor pen paid for her agitation, pulling it free to scribble on her pad more. She was too busy to give much notice to Jesse, who really needed a good slap sometimes, or Ry, who as usual was keen on fleecing their customers. Dimly she heard everyone talking, but more important matters were on her mind at the moment...the damn orders and money weren't adding up. A foot moved to hook a small stool, intent on stepping up onto it when a barrel full of excitement streaked behind her, bounding off her her other foot, and she gave a surprised shout as she almost toppled to the floor. Whipping around spitting mad, her free hand slid her dark hair back, and she managed to witness the little scene between Rake and Jesse.<br><br>Sighing and shaking her head, her mind on giving Rake a good shake and Jesse a good spanking, she managed to gain the stool finally, moving bottles around as she continued the inventory. And after Rake shouted at Ry, she shouted in return, knowing full well she would be heard, even by Jesse. <strong>” Keep that damn puppy (oh yeah she went there) out from behind my bar! Rake...I thought I told you to deal with our distributor...they're fuckin' with us I swear...shit isn't matching up. When you're done getting the 'skank' off, you better find me. We need to chat.”</strong> Rake knew full well she was being serious. Beth respected the Pack Leader, and loved him like a son, but when something needed to be said, or an issue needed to be dealt with Beth would be -heard-.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 03:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/vm3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>RyAnn Jacobson<br><strong>Pack Position:</strong> Teacher/Counselor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Natural Born Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> Doghouse, Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jesse, Rake, Nicco<br><br><hr><br>RyAnn smirked as she watched Jesse approach their Pack Leader. She had to admit, the pup had guts. There were plenty of people who wouldn't have dared&nbsp; press in close to him like that, and she had no doubt that whatever the pretty blonde had whispered to him, it hadn't been pleasant. She couldn't hear the words, but the look on the girls face made it clear she was disgusted with Rake's behaviour. <br><br>Oh yeah, she had guts. In Ry's estimation, the girl would be more than a match for Rake, given a few more years to mature fully.<br><br><em>Hey Ry! Hittin' the showers if anybody needs me!</em><br><br>With a smirk, she turned her stool to more fully eyeball her Pack Leader. Giving her dark hair a toss she met his gaze with drowning dark eyes and a wicked grin sparkling from their depths, "Sure thing Boss!" she called to him and then continued, "When you no longer smell like an overworked whore I'd like to talk to you!"<br><br>She deliberately left it open as to whether he smelled because <em>he</em> was the whore (which is what she meant) or the woman. She heard a few snickers, and some outright laughs, and earned a dirty look from the human who'd stumbled out after him but she didn't care. Rake's reputation for nailing anything that would hold still long enough, was well known. If the woman didn't want to be one of his whore's she should have kept her knees shut.<br><br>Before she said anything else she caught an unfamiliar scent and her eyes narrowed, searching the bar and finding a pretty redhead approaching it.&nbsp; She didn't look like she meant to cause trouble, but RyAnn was protective by nature and this place was her Pack's home. Giving the girl a nod she acknowledged her presence, and that she what the other woman was. So long as she didn't cause trouble, Ry wouldn't cause any for her. <br><br>Glad that the place was filling up, she downed her drink and sauntered the, rapidly filling, pool tables, "So, who thinks they can keep their money against me?" the petite brunette asked while leaning against the nearest table to make the most of the flesh her dress did, and didn't, reveal.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 11:08:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Hailey.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Fox<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Doghouse, Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Beth / texting Lilith<br><br>The dust that kicked up from the Harley settled as a worn black boot was placed to the ground. Hailey Fox swung her leg over the pillion and patted that mornings breakfast and lunch on the shoulder.<br><strong>"Thanks for the lift ... I'll call ya"</strong> she grinned, having no intention of doing so.<br>"Mike ... at least say my name even once" he snaked a hand around her waist pulling her closer.<br>Hailey gripped him by his chin and tilted his face up to hers, his blue soulful eyes actually looking besotted by her. Sheesh, how did she manage to pick up a nice guy and a nice one with a Harley at that? <br><br><strong>"That would be tempting fate, now get lost or I'll lose your number in the next five minutes"</strong> she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before stepping out of the crook of his arm and shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. He gunned the engine, gave her a single finger salute and sped off. She wondered as she made her way to the entrance how long it would take him before he realised she hadn't got his number at all. A smile curved her lips as her boots made their presence felt on the wooden steps leading up to the Doghouse. She'd been given a tip by a reliable source that this place needed a barmaid and she was in need of a job. Life was forever throwing her lemons and she was constantly making orange juice, go figure!<br><br>A dog past her by and a blonde left the building, the door closing behind her. Hailey merely nodded her head, quirking her lips in a small smile as way of greeting as she reached into her back pocket and took out her mobile phone. It certainly wasn't the latest of models and it was hard to equate looking at the woman that she was one of the holier and mightier than thou Fox's. Money was of no object, at least to all in her family but her. She had been cut off and disinherited until she at least attempted to make something of her life. A smile played on her mouth, she was the chalk and her best mate Lily was the cheese.<br><br>Her fingers flipped open her phone and speed dialed Lilith's number after calling up the message window. It was typical that she hadn't planned on an out for coming away from The Doghouse but her whiter than white, saintly, angelic best mate would come and get her, she had no doubt on that score. Sure she'd have to listen to a litany of well intentioned abuse but it was Lily, her right hand, her soul mate. Without her, Hailey was simply a loser. A girl who threw away one opportunity after another. No doubt she would balk that she was coming here to look for a job, but at this point beggars could not be choosers.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">At The Doghouse fancy giving a girl a lift home?</span></div><br>She pressed send and locked her phone before shoving it back into her pocket to open up the door of the pub; she past through and looked about the bar. It wasn't busy and for a moment she wondered why on earth they'd be looking for staff at all. Her slender body clad in black leather jeans and jacket sauntered to the counter as if she was a regular. The lady behind it was good looking, probably in her forties and in Hailey's mind obviously either owned or ran the joint. She could feel other eyes on her but took no notice ... for now.<br><br><strong>"Hey there"</strong> she leaned on the counter with both arms, <strong>"Are you Beth? I was told there was a job going here?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 10:57:24</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Rake<br><strong>Location</strong>: Doghouse Upstairs to Main Floor<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Beth, Ry, Nico<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerasteguie8.jpg)</div><br>"<strong>Yeah, alright <em>mom</em>, whatever you say.</strong>" He said to Beth and though the words sounded dismissive the playful tone he put on 'mom' said he heard her loud and clear. He may play and tease but he genuinely respected her...and deep down on some level still blamed himself for failing Gabe. So he'd come to her once he was all washed up. <br><br>He heard Ry next and smirked "<strong>Well ain't I popular today. Take a number Ry</strong>!" He called before vanishing upstairs. <br><br>He wasn't gone long. A quick shower, and...wonder of wonders...the discovery of a new t-shirt saw his triumphant return downstairs. And though he initially began to make his way toward Beth and the sweet peice of ass she was currently facing he quickly became aware of a new prescence. A wolfen prescence. That grabbed his attention quick and he began to scan the room, focusing his nose to cut like a lazer through the haze of sweat and booze and bad breath filling the room to pinpoint just who that new wolf scent was coming from. <br><br>Now Rake was hardly the most formal of Pack Leaders. Still it's always wise to know when new wolves are in your territory and why they're there. He grabbed a drink off a table as he passed by...it's owner was tongue-deep in her boyfriend's mouth and didn't notice. He presented it to Nico..."<strong>Compliments of the House. You're a new face. Just passing through? </strong> "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 00:19:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/edr1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lilith “Lily” Astor<br><strong>Pack Position:</strong> None<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human, Werewolf Parents<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to the Doghouse<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><em>At The Doghouse fancy giving a girl a lift home?</em></div><br>Glancing at her phone as it vibrated on her hip, Lily sighed softly and gave a gentle shake of her head. How like Hailey to be needing a ride home from a place like the Doghouse! Still, given the hour of the day, and her friends current lack of funds, perhaps it meant that she was seeking out a new job. At least Lily hoped so. If that wasn't the case, her lecture would be longer than usual, not that Hailey would listen, they both knew it, Hailey would do as Hailey liked, and that free spirit was a part of what drew Lily to her. It was something her own, <em>very</em> type A personality didn't have and she needed the urging of her friend to break loose of the bonds she imposed on herself from time to time.<br><br>Without Hailey she'd just be another academic snob with no life outside of her courses.<br><br>When the Professor for her current lecture turned his back to draw a diagram she shot a quick reply: <em> Class is out in 20, will head your way then. </em> Closing the phone she slid it back into her pocket and listened to the rest of the lecture, not bothering to comment but fixing the errors in the Professor's diagram in her own notes so that she wouldn't have them wrong if they showed up on a test.<br><br>Thirty minutes later she was in her car, a lovely little BMW Z4 in dark shade of green that reminded her of the dark green of the evergreen forest near their winter vacation home. It had been a gift from her parents on her last birthday, a way of them letting her know how proud they were of her scholastic achievements, even if they were otherwise disappointed in their entirely human daughter. Shifting gears once she hit the back roads to go to the Doghouse, she could have taken a more direct route but she liked to open up the engine and let it purr for her, she couldn't help but think on the fact that that was another thing that drew her to Hailey.<br><br>Hailey accepted her for what she was. Her best friend didn't look at her and see something lacking, except maybe the ability to cut loose more often, and never acted as if Lily disappointed her simply for being who she was. Her parents could never look at her without that disappointment in their eyes. She could see them wondering what they'd done wrong to have a human child instead of breeding true like every other werewolf they knew. As much as they spoiled her, they did it from a distance. Even the car, which she loved, had simply arrived with a bow wrapped around it, and no one to see the excitement on her face as she'd put the key in the ignition for the first time.<br><br>Cranking the radio she let soothing strains of soft jazz pour over her as she shifted gears and headed toward the Doghouse. She wasn't in a rush, if it had been an emergency Hailey would have added a "NOW" to her text. Instead she enjoyed the quiet back roads, letting the scenery soothe her and hoping that when she got there she'd be able to congratulate her friend on a new job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 01:05:25</strong>
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				<hr><br>&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymzpneblw1qdyv8zo5_250.png) </div><br><span style="font-family: gabriola;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; Jesse "JB" Belle<br><strong>Pack Position:</strong>&nbsp; Pup<br><strong>Species:</strong>&nbsp; Natural Breed Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Down the Road from the DogHouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one<br></span></span><hr><br>Jesse and Baron von Snugglebottoms was out the door as she heard the exclamation from Beth. She furrowed her brow and scowled some yelling back at the place as she backpedaled away. <br><br><strong>"HIS NAME IS BARON VON SNUGGLEBOTTOMS!!!&nbsp; Sheesh...how hard is it to remember that?"</strong><br><br>Sighing some she pushed back her long blonde curls and spun on her heels to turn and face forward. She couldn't believe Rake. He actually did that, right there, in the back room. He was a scoundrel. A friggen manwhore. And she was utterly smitten for no good reason. With another sigh she kicked at some rocks and then looked down at the pup that followed her with a wagging tail. She smiled at him and started at a light jog, inviting him to race her. They darted off the dusty trail and headed into the woods. Her pace picked up as she dodged trees and brush before she hid behind one tree and stopped. The pup stopped and looked around trying to sniff her out. She grinned and poked her head out with an exclamation of surprise.<br><br><strong>"Boo!&nbsp; Tricked ya! Come on boy! Lets run off some steam!"</strong><br><br>She darted off again and he stayed right on her trail this time. There was a motorcycle and a car who went by on the road near by but she didn't pay them any mind. They usually did come and go, just not too many too often. Jesse turned toward the road this time and stopped by a tree to pet the pup. Ruffling his ears and kissing on his head she smiled at him and started out to the road. She'd just take the road back to the Doghouse from there. It had been nearly a mile out from the place that she'd ran and walking back would give extra time to cool off. She was already starting to forget about the incident. Well not forget, but at least it was dimming down some.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 22:35:16</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Hausse.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Jeremy Hausse<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Natural Werewolf<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Woods near the Road down from the Doghouse<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jesse<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Jeremy had pulled over on the side of the road and parked.&nbsp; He had felt dizzy and nauseous and so he staggered off into the woods to hurl.&nbsp; He made his way back to his car and washed his mouth out with a bottle of water, pausing to try and get a handle on things.&nbsp; He felt hot and strange... he hoped he didn't have some damned disease or something.&nbsp; That would have been his luck.&nbsp; Life kicking him in the balls yet again.&nbsp; He felt sick again but knew he couldn't throw up.&nbsp; Instead he inexplicably staggered off into the woods again... only this time he didn't immediately return to his car.&nbsp; He started to run... he didn't know why,. but he felt like running... felt his heart pounding a rhythmic beat in his chest like war drums.&nbsp; He could feel his pulse as his heart pumped hot blood through his body.&nbsp; He could smell the forest... every creature that dwelled nearby.&nbsp; He knew he should be sweating, but he wasn't... like his body felt this was somehow natural.&nbsp; <br><br>He felt a gnawing at the back of his mind... in his mind's eye he saw a pair of animal-like eyes staring back at him.&nbsp; He shut his eyes tightly.&nbsp; Maybe it would go away.&nbsp; Maybe he would feel better soon.&nbsp; <br><br><em><strong>WHACK!</strong></em><br><br>Maybe he shouldn't have kept running with his eyes closed.&nbsp; He fell back as he hit the unyielding tree, landing on the soft forest floor.&nbsp; The pain was minimal, but he felt like a damned idiot.&nbsp; He sighed and stood up slowly.&nbsp; At least the visions had stopped and his heart had gone back to normal... for now.&nbsp; He brushed the leaves and dirt from his arms, legs and butt and looked around.&nbsp; He could hear some traffic nearby... he moved in that direction, hoping that he hadn't run too far from his car.&nbsp; When he got to the forest's edge, he saw a girl with a dog running down the path beside the road.&nbsp; From what he could tell she was very cute... <em>and she smells so good.</em>&nbsp; He shook his head and brushed that thought away as he pondered going out to greet her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 22:40:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8c/Gallery_133_17321_avi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Beth<br><strong>Position:</strong> Pack Mother<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rake, Hailey<br><br><hr><br><br><br>Though her back was turned when Rake gave her his parting shot, her lips curled into a gentle smile he wouldn't see. She would never admit it to anyone else but him, but it warmed her heart when he called her mom. She was aware he blamed himself for the loss of her son, but she did not. There were times she still cried at night, alone, but Rake held a spot in that hole in her heart.<br><br>Hearing as well Jesse yelling at the closed door about the puppy's name, she would simply shake her head and roll her eyes. That was never going to happen, that name passing her lips. Sighing softly she would come off her stool, scratching furiously at her pad, and turning back to the bar just in time to see rake emerge again, showered and skank free. She also noted the young girl leaning on the bar and asking about a job. Rake had noticed her too but was passing her by for another stranger in the place. Beth had noted the flaring of Rake's nostrils, and realized quickly another Were had entered the Doghouse. Leaving the Pack Leader to his business, she turned blue eyes to Hailey, making no qualms about slowly looking her over. Tapping the end of her mangled pen upon the counter, a brow would loft as she spoke.<br><br><strong>” I am, and maybe. Care to tell me how you know my name, and how you know there's an opening?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DobbyDevotchka</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 01:41:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.buzzfocus.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/emmastone-gwen-stacy.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Nico Frans<br><strong>Pack Position:</strong> Newcomer, Engineer<br><strong>Species:</strong> Werewolf (Viral)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Doghouse <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rake<br><br><hr><br><br>&nbsp;Nico was quickly adjusting to the environment, especially after knowing that the resident Wolves wouldn't attack her, thanks to Ry's passive welcome from her corner of the bar. She watched Beth from the corners of her eye, finding it somehwat admirable that a human could work as confidentally as she did, considering that she was more than likely always in the company of a supernatural being. She looked like the kind of woman who had a story to tell, and that she had no patience for stupidity. You probably needed that kind of conviction in order to run a bar as successfully as this one seemed to run. <br><br>She almost predicted where Rake was going to re-enter, and she gripped her notebook as soon as he noticed her sitting at the bar. He definitely owned the place, she could feel his presence, but that sense never held a candle to the strong scent that pervaded the bar. Her posture straightened even&nbsp; more so, if that were considered possible, and she stood to meet him with a smile, reaching out to shake his hand and take the beer he offered up. <br><br>"Thanks, Rake. I've gotta tell ya, you really know how to make this work..." She gestured openly to the bar, and all the inhabitants. "I'm Nico, It's a pleasure to finally meet you.&nbsp; I've come a long way, and your bar is pretty much the last stop on my list here." Her hand brought the notebook up, that easy smile of hers never fading, not wanting to seem severe, like her presence should give a reason to feel concerned. "This can wait, if you don't have time right now. Basically, I've been traveling across the States, checking<br>in on our friends along the railway." Her voice lowered somewhat, but she chose her words carefully so as not to be conspicuous to those who might overhear. <br><br>He might wonder why the hell she, of all possible candidates, would be chosen to go on a journey to check up on her fellow Wolven. There was no doubting that she was pretty much a pup when compared to those who were born natural, not infected by the virus.&nbsp; He could tell that she had drive, and perhaps there was a lot more to her than meets the eye. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 00:35:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/Hailey.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hailey Fox<br><strong>Species:</strong> Human<br><strong>Location:</strong> Doghouse, Bar<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Beth / text from Lilith<br><br>The woman began to tap her pen and the wily coyote that was Hailey noticed quite a few things. She hadn't survived the streets as long as she had with being a sucker and letting the world slip her by. No, she paid attention, she observed. She was a mean poker player and a cool bluff, the nuances that were a persons 'tell' in a game came in pretty handy in real life too. She saw the woman's eyes move behind her, the same moment she heard the sound of boots pass her by. To her own credit she didn't turn around to see what sort was behind her but whoever he was, and she knew it was a male from the tread of his boots.<br><br><strong>"Pool hall back in town"</strong> she told her matter of factly as her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket, she knew instantly it was a message from Lil. Few others would be actually texting her. Rummaging in her pocket she pulled out her phone but with it a piece of paper. The name of the bar, Beth's name and a hastily scribbled sentence 'Give the kid a job' in what was supposed to be a familiar hand to the woman she was passing it to. <br><br><strong>"Some guy said you were looking for a good bartender, didn't catch his name"</strong> she told her, looking directly at the woman. This Beth certainly didn't need to know that she had caught every inch of the guys body and then some but nope, his name she just couldn't recall. Best to say didn't get it in the first place she reckoned.<br><br><strong>"I can do the job, I'm not as ... fragile as I look."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 08:03:38</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymzpneblw1qdyv8zo5_250.png) </div><br><span style="font-family: gabriola;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> Name:</strong>&nbsp; Jesse "JB" Belle<br><strong>Pack Position:</strong>&nbsp; Pup<br><strong>Species:</strong>&nbsp; Natural Breed Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Down the Road from the DogHouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one<br><br></span></span><hr><br>Jesse had been walking down the road and watched as a car passed her by from the bar, leaving. She waved as they did and continued on her way. It wasn't a very long trek back but it did take long enough. The trees on either side of the road hid the Doghouse back in there a good bit and usually it was a decent thing but once it started getting dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face out there. <br><br>The rumble of a truck coming up from behind was heard and she stepped over to the side a bit to let him pass. People usually knew who Jesse was if they were regulars but sometimes others would try to pick her up or flirt with her in hopes of taking her home with them. She was a flirt and would tease them back but usually it was stomped out by Beth, her dad or Rake before anything went too far. Damn that Rake. She furrowed her brow and kicked at a pebble by the side of the road. The truck didn't seem to want to go around her and suddenly it gunned its engine without slowing and slammed right into the young blonde. <br><br>JB let out a cry of pain as she was knocked into the ditch at the edge of woods. She wasn't moving and lay there in a heap out of sight of anyone just driving past. The truck that hit her spun its wheels, kicking up dirt as another car had came down behind it and would likely cause a fuss. The driver had a job to do and the less people witnessed the better. He was sure she was out for a bit as he looked over into the ditch where she just lay there not moving. The pup with her was barking and growling at the truck as it bounced up and down in its place. He wouldn't leave her side though and the truck kept going on. He'd be back for her and would take care of that mutt as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 13:36:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Rake<br><strong>Location</strong>: Doghouse Main Floor<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Nico<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerasteguie8.jpg)</div><br><br>Well she had manners. That alone almost made him assume she must be natural and not viral. But then again he'd spent the last few years with Virals and knew better than most that alot of the prejudices and assumptions held against them were not entirely true. Not all the time anyway. <br><br>Back in the Kennels...well, the one Rake grew up in anyway...there was a visible air of tension between Virals and Naturals. But alot of that stemmed from the fact that many of them had fought each other for years before the humans began their purge. Virals felt justifiably persecuted. It wasn't their fault what had happened to them. And rather than finding the naturally created werewolves to be welcoming they were instead greeted with violence more often than not. <br><br>And Naturals lost everything because of the inability of Virals to properly control themselves. It was the virals who went out and committed mass murder, but the Naturals took the blame right alongside them nonetheless. It didn't exactly make for a good foundation for a relationship under the best of circumstances. Compound that with the fact that they're both equally territorial and then crammed in together like sardines into these Kennels and it was no wonder the two sides seemed so sharply divided in the Kennels. <br><br>Some of this was still true outside the Kennels of course, but the severity of the divide was lessened by the mutual desire to survive and remain free. And the divide was at it's narrowest in the underground railroad network which aided any werewolf who wished to seek freedom somewhere people could not easily follow. Well, almost any werewolf. There were only a handful who'd ever been turned away...those guilty of the most heinous and vile of crimes. <br><br>Rake looked the newcomer up and down and offered an almost impish shrug to her words. "<strong>Don't give me too much credit. I probably woulda blown the place up the first time I tried to turn on the Deep Fryer if it wasn't for Beth</strong>." he side jerking his head toward the older MILF back at the bar chatting with the new prospective waitress. <br><br>Alot of communication between wolven takes place without words. With scents. With subtle body language cues. Shifts in weight. Furtive glances. Flaring nostrils. Postures and stances. Sometimes a breif exchange between Werewolves could say more than hours of deep intimate discussion between humans. And though no such great volumes of information had been ecchanged thus far between Nico and Rake he was picking up enough to get him thinking that natural or viral, she was certainly young and inexperienced. At least 'young and inexperienced' as a Werewolf. Which at her age either meant she was a Viral, or a natural who was turned at a relatively late age in life.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>If you say it can wait, then it can wait. Enjoy our hospitality, and we'll speak after 'Last call'. I'd offer to run you a free tab, but I think i've pissed off the females around here enough for one night</strong>." he said with a bit of a bemused smirk. Beth hated it when he opened a free tab for people. Granted that's probably because he usually did it for some barslut or another he wanted to nail. He was pretty sure she'd understand with a Wolfen guest, but considering he'd already pissed off Jesse tonight decided not to chance it. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 14:11:26</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Hausse.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Jeremy Hausse<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Natural Werewolf<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Woods near the Road down from the Doghouse<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jesse, Anyone in the Roadhouse<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Jeremy had been watching the girl as she walked down the side of the road with her dog, so it came as a big surprise when she was suddenly hit by a truck.&nbsp; His eyes went wide and he found himself leaping over the brush at the edge of the woods and running to the ditch where she lay.&nbsp; Fuck fuck fuck.&nbsp; She looked pretty bad.&nbsp; He looked up and the truck was just continuing on like nothing had happened.&nbsp; Bullshit.&nbsp; He knew that truck had swerved to hit her... but why?&nbsp; The dog warily sniffed at him as he checked her with his limited first aid experience from the military.&nbsp; She still had a strong pulse.&nbsp; That was good.&nbsp; He pulled out his cell phone, or rather tried to.&nbsp; He blinked as he found that it wasn't in his pocket like it should be.&nbsp; Shit.&nbsp; He must have lost it when he hit that tree.&nbsp; <br><br>Frowning, he picked her up carefully... he had to get her somewhere safe.&nbsp; He had to save her.&nbsp; He had to... he had to make sure she was alright.&nbsp; He walked to the side of the road, hoping that a car would come by and see their predicament, stop and help.&nbsp; No such luck.&nbsp; No cars for the time being.&nbsp; He sighed and spotted a roadhouse building up ahead.&nbsp; Great.&nbsp; They would likely have a phone.&nbsp; He made his way as quickly as he could to the bar, pushing the door open with his foot.&nbsp; Stepping inside, carrying the unmoving body of the girl, he spoke loudly and a bit frantically.<br><br><strong>"She got hit by a truck.&nbsp; Hit and run... someone call 9-1-1 please!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 15:16:17</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong> Rake<br><strong>Location: </strong> Doghouse<br><strong>Creature Type: </strong> Natural Wolfen<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jeremy, Jesse, Ry, Anybody else who comes over<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerasteguie8.jpg)</div><br><br>Rake did several things at once. All of which of which showed why in spite of his less-than-exemplary personal characteristics he was the leader of this pack. When things went sideways he had a knack for quickly assessing the situation and keeping his pack calm. Well, relatively so. <br><br>He immediately raced over to Jesse's side...but kept a cool enough head not to blur over there in a blatant display of supernatural prowess even though those extra two seconds it took to get there the old fashioned way were excruciatingly slow to him. <br><br>Second, recognizing that the heightened stress of a moment like this could really ruin a Viral's self-control he immediately projected a sense of assurance across the pack bond to the others. Not a sense of calm mind you. There's no such thing as calm in a situation like this. Just reassurance. That they were together, that they were strong. Something to serve as a counter balance to the fear or anger a moment like this would cause. Enough of a counter-balance to make retaining control easier. Zee was usually good for that sort of thing too but as she wasn't in the room right now he looked to Ry to help him reinforce that vibe of reassurance. To keep the negative emotions from spiraling out of control to the point that the Doghouse became a bloodbath with a bit of good ol' fashioned positive reinforcement. All while clamping down on his own rising sense of panic and concern for Jesse. <br><br>Once he was at Jesse's side he quickly assessed her condition. Even as he did this, his mind was racing as to how to best control the spectacle Jeremy had just created. He'd just announced to all the patrons that Jesse was hit by a truck. Which meant some kind of medical or legal response would now be expected. If it didn't come that looked suspicious. That risked exposing. But bringing cops or an ambulance here to inspect Jesse did that too. Her heightened temperature...her increased body mass...and her unusual recovery rate were all redflags that would get her slammed right into a Kennel. He breifly considered and almost immediately dismissed the idea of playing it off as a flawed diagnosis on Jeremy's part. <br><br>"<strong>She doesn't look that bad...but we better not risk waiting for an ambulance. We'll put her in the car and take her right to the hospital</strong>!" A bald faced lie. But one he said loudly, hoping that would stall any human patrons in the process of dialling 911. <br><br>With Jeremy still being in the transitional phase of his own change, Rake did not immediately pick up on his nature and as he went to take Jesse from his arms and(assuming Jeremy relenquished her without a struggle!) carry her outside to a car they were <em>not</em> going to be getting into he was already debating whether or not he was going to have to kill this good samaritan. He did not want to. Rake never took killing lightly. Even of a human who arguably deserved it. And the good samaritan did not deserve it. But protecting the pack always took top priority and if this guy pushed for some kind of official intervention by human authorities he'd have to go away. If he came to suspect what Jesse was he'd have to go away. <br><br>By the time they got outside the first tickle of Jeremy's own true nature began to register with Rake. The clear night air did a far worse job of masking his early-development scent than the olfactory menagerie of the Doghouse did. Maybe this didn't have to get bloody afterall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 10:12:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y136/jackskellington89/seth-green-20040429-1623.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Seth<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Doghouse<br><strong>Creature Type:</strong> Coyote, Natural<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rake, RyAnn, Beth, Jesse, Jeremy, Any others<br><br>The wheels of the old rusted-out truck crunched on the loose gravel as Seth pulled into the back parking lot of the Doghouse. Early in the evening, but it looked like the clientele was already making itself at home. Seth finished slurping down the last of his grape soda, then crushed and tossed the empty paper cup into the passenger floorboard. A smile crossed his face as he glanced over at his afternoon's prizes on the seat beside him; it had been a pretty good day so far.<br><br>It would have been difficult for him to decide which part of his take he was most proud of. There was the small crate full of top-of-the-line BluRay Disc players he'd liberated from the backroom of the local Wal-Mart, which would bring in a good $2000 easy when he sold them to his fence Enrique. A wriggling sack containing an even half-dozen pissed off diamondback rattlers slid off the top of the crate and landed in the floorseat with a dull *THUD*, and Seth's grin widened when he thought of how happy the rest of the Pack would be when he let them loose in the old plantation house as part of his new pest control program. <br><br>But in the end, the most valuable prize was the one he'd fought the hardest to earn -- the 23' roll of Skeeball tickets he'd won at Petey Parrot's Pizzeria Parlor and Playhouse. His steely-eyed foe had been a worthy opponent, matching him shot for shot for seven games in a row. But at last came the inevitable, and little Susie's mother called her away from the game. Seth still felt the tremors of elation that had coursed through him as his adversary grudgingly conceded defeat with a roll of her eyes. He felt as though he'd made himself a formidable enemy, but that was alright. Whenever the little brat wanted a rematch, he'd be waiting. Oh yes, he would be waiting.<br><br>Seth stepped out of the truck and sauntered in through the rear entrance, one ear open as always for the approaching stomp of Zee's boots. He couldn't remember if he'd done anything to piss off the Queen Bitch lately, but seeing as she generally took a preemptive ass-stomping policy where Seth was concerned, he'd long ago adopted the mantra of 'early detection means better protection'. She didn't seem to be around this evening, although like everything else in life, that could change real quick. Seth stopped just before entering the bar, cracked the door open and took a good hard whiff of the air to give himself an idea of what had been going on in his absence.<br><br><em>--beer, piss, hormones, sex (probably Rake), paper and ink (definitely Beth), Ry and JB, and. . .gas, oil, dust and paper, all coming from--</em><br><br><em>'Huh, whaddya know. A new Were,'</em> Seth thought absently as he stepped through into the bar, largely unnoticed by the other patrons. One of the humans at the counter seemed particularly focused on RyAnn's performance by the pool tables, and Seth elected to rescue the man's poor beer from his neglect as he sidled by. He took up a position toward the end of the counter, giving himself a clear view of the room and a decent listening spot to pick out the surrounding conversations. Beth was chatting with some hot little number not too far away about a possible job position, while Rake and the new Were chick were talking about. . .nothing in particular, apparently.<br><br>Seth was in the middle of draining the bottle in his hand when Hell lifted a glass and announced its forthcoming intentions to break loose. A young man burst through the front door with a small, limp figure in his arms -- oh, fuck, Jesse! He was on his feet in an instant as Rake raced toward their fallen Packmate, his quickly darkening eyes locking on the man who held her. Seth had little doubt that Rake's thoughts were running parallel to his own, that the newcomer's announcement just sent their risk of exposure through the damn roof. He felt an urge to throw caution to the wayside, to start beating the human witnesses unconscious, to tear the samaritan to shreds for whatever part he might have played in Jesse's condition, but thankfully Rake's calming vibes were doing their job. Adrenaline was still pumping through him like a firehose, but Seth managed to curtail his impulses and concentrate on the situation at hand.<br><br>Obviously Rake seemed to have the matter under control, no doubt with a good deal of help from RyAnn; there probably wouldn't be anything Seth could do to help the pup himself. Not directly, anyway. He turned back to the bar and took a deep breath, closing his eyes to gather his focus. He'd never known how he did it, but Seth had always had a knack for influencing what people thought they were looking at. After a few moments of deceptively easy breathing Seth turned back around and listened to the muted chatter going on around him, simultaneously gratified and infuriated at the passing mentions of the tall fellow who'd just stormed in carrying an injured dog and joking about whether to call an ambulance or a vet. <br><br>Seth slid off the stool and walked casually but quickly outside to get a better idea of the circumstances. Thanks to the earlier shock and anxiety, he hadn't gotten anything close to a scent off of the samaritan, but that was going to change. Whoever this guy was, and however he'd come to be involved, Seth wanted to know him <em>real</em> well. He followed behind at a fast clip, staying out of the way as Rake played out a charade of heading for a hospital. He was surprised to detect a hint of Wolfen pheromones from the younger man, but that meant next to nothing to Seth. Right now, the only thing he gave a damn about was seeing to their 'little sister'. . .and possibly dealing with Mr. Citizenship, if Rake decided it needed doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 04:55:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/vm3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>RyAnn Jacobson<br><strong>Pack Position:</strong> Teacher/Counselor<br><strong>Species:</strong> Natural Born Werewolf<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool Tables<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Rake, Jesse, Seth, Jeremy, Beth<br><br><hr><br><em>"She got hit by a truck.&nbsp; Hit and run... someone call 9-1-1 please!"</em><br><br>Looking up as someone crashed through the door and called for help, Ry looked over and seemed to go utterly still. She could have been a statue as she stared at the body in the man's arms and recognized that mop of curly hair and the lithe form attached to it. Jesse! Hissing between her teeth she might have done something foolish if she hadn't felt Rake trying to reassure them. Looking up at her Pack Leader she gave him a small nod and sauntered away from the pool tables. She could hear the men she'd been playing against behind her, whose money was now folded into her top, calling for her to come back, but with Jesse being held in some strangers arms she wasn't about to play pool.<br><br><em>"She doesn't look that bad...but we better not risk waiting for an ambulance. We'll put her in the car and take her right to the hospital!"</em><br><br>Reaching Rake, she nodded her head at his words and let him take Jesse from the stranger. Sidling up she reached into his pocket and palmed her hand, like she was scooping keys out of it before calling back over her shoulder, "Beth, I'm gonna get the car for Rake, you call the hospital, let them know they have incoming and we didn't have time to wait for the ambulance to get all the way here and back. Rake and I will take her in ourselves!"<br><br>She knew Beth would place the phoney call so none of the locals would be the wiser, or at least could pretend to believable deniability. Walking out the door with Rake she didn't look back to the Doghouse. She knew full well they wouldn't be taking Jesse to the hospital, her own healing abilities would mark her for what she was...and if they didn't, the blood tests would. Better to die free than live trapped in a Kennel. <br><br>Only once they were outside did she realize that the man who'd brought Jesse in was a wolf himself. She'd been too concerned about Jesse to worry about the scent before. Now that she did she looked up at Rake and muttered just loudly enough that only he would here, "Wolf or not, if someone tries to take Jesse to a kennel because of that idiot, I'm ripping his throat out with my teeth Rake."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 04:22:16</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Hausse.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Jeremy Hausse<br>&nbsp;<strong>Creature Type:</strong> Natural Werewolf<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Roadhouse<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Jesse, Rake, Seth, RyAnn<br>&nbsp;<br><hr><br>Jeremy allowed the other guy to take the girl from his arms but he'd be damned if he was going to stay behind.&nbsp; He noticed several others rush over like they knew her... he nodded to Rake as he spoke of not waiting for an ambulance.&nbsp; He moved with the group to the car, speaking hastily just before he started feeling dizzy again.<br><br><strong>"I'll go with you... I need to see that she's going to be ok and- ohhh"...</strong><br><br>He stumbled and leaned on the car... his body felt like a blast furnace, very uncomfortable, almost painful.&nbsp; He growled low, trying to steady himself... the other hand moving to unbutton as many buttons as he could on his shirt to try and get some cool air on his skin.&nbsp; His actions revealed a well muscled chest and stomach... with that free hand he fanned himself with his loose shirt and glanced up wearily at Rake and the others, his face and body glistening with sweat as his body fought against his nature... struggled against the change.&nbsp; He was breathing heavy as he spoke.&nbsp; His throat felt tight, like he needed a drink of water.<br><br><strong>"I'm... I'll be ok... just gimme a second."</strong><br><br>He shut his eyes tightly and wished he hadn't... a great beast, a large and savage wolf stared back at him and somewhere in the distance he thought he could hear howling.&nbsp; Part of him wanted to return that howl... but he didn't.&nbsp; His eyes snapped open and he leaned back on the side of the car.<br><br><strong>"Shit... I think I'm sick.&nbsp; I should go too... get checked out."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to the Doghouse: The Doghouse (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>17-03-2012, 08:11:34</strong>
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				<strong>Name: </strong> Rake<br><strong>Location: </strong> Doghouse<br><strong>Creature Type: </strong> Natural Wolfen<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Jeremy, Jesse, Ry, Seth, anyone else who comes over<br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerasteguie8.jpg)</div><br>"<strong>Chill Ry. Nobody's losing their throat tonight</strong>." he said calmly, knowing it was another bald-faced lie. Somebody dies somewhere all the time. With all the Werewolves in the world it's entirely plausable that one of them would lose their throats in the process. Still, keeping things under control was paramount right now. "<strong>Well...except maybe the sumbitch who ran our girl down if I ever find 'im. </strong>"<br><br>He looked around in a state of visible alertness. Nostrils flaring, eyes piercing the early evening light. Ears tilting for some sign of them being watched or spied upon. If this was an attempt to lure key pack members out into the open before launching a major assault, well...mission accomplished. Once he was satisfied that Armored Personel Carriers weren't about to come blitzkrieging their way out of the woods, he turned his attention to Jeremy. <br><br>"<strong>Hey! Hold it together pal...shit I think he's about to flip for the first time.&nbsp; </strong>" Rake got up and walked over to Jeremy. This was either going to make things alot better or catastrophicly worse. He reached out to grab Jeremy by the shoulders firmly and make him look straight ahead into Rake's eyes. "<strong>Deep breaths. Focus on the smells. Pick out your favorite and just keep focusing on it. It'll help calm you down and once you calm down a bit the heat won't be so unbearable anymore.</strong> "
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