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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 1, 2008 0:16:04 GMT -5
“Then let’s party.” Cass returned the grin, pulling Frank along with her towards the door.
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Post by madstalin on Jul 25, 2008 0:16:14 GMT -5
Thief reached his long legs to the ground from the stool and stood up, trailing Cass and Frank. He had a grin, "I'm game."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 25, 2008 3:01:19 GMT -5
"How long did it take you to learn how to control the Change?" Cass glanced back at him, letting go of Frank to let him hold open the door for her.
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Post by madstalin on Jul 26, 2008 23:08:45 GMT -5
"Well, after realizing it wasn't the acid, I suppose it took me.. I dunno few months maybe. I never had a whole lot of interest in changing until I realized I could actually do it." Thief smiled sleepily.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 26, 2008 23:43:22 GMT -5
“Hm.” Cass crawled into the front seat of Frank’s car with nothing to say. She’d never bothered to ask a werewolf about it before so she had nothing to compare his experience to. "You ever find out who bit you, let me know."
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Post by madstalin on Jul 27, 2008 23:07:46 GMT -5
"Doubt I'll ever know." Thief pushed his hair from his eyes. "So where are we off to?"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 27, 2008 23:37:37 GMT -5
“The school park.” Cass frowned a little as Frank started the car, she’d forgotten to tell Xander bye.
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Post by madstalin on Jul 28, 2008 12:08:37 GMT -5
Thief shrugged and worked his way into the car in the back seat.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 28, 2008 21:38:04 GMT -5
“S’the good thing about this place.” Frank grinned back at him, navigating his way out of the parking lot. “Plenty of room to run. And the park’s pretty deserted after dark.”
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Post by madstalin on Jul 28, 2008 23:12:54 GMT -5
"I feel like we're a couple of kids going out to smoke our first joint or something." Thief grinned back to Frank.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 28, 2008 23:36:54 GMT -5
“Kind of is.” Cass mused, glancing at him in the mirror. “First joint with your trial pack, at least.”
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Post by madstalin on Jul 29, 2008 14:01:54 GMT -5
Thief smirked and reclined in the backseat. His long legs made his knees stick up. "Never been with any others."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 29, 2008 15:40:11 GMT -5
“Might not like it.” She cautioned, watching the road with increasing interest as the lights of the town receded. “Pack life can be…demanding.”
“Could solve that real quick.” Frank offered, parking near the school. “Just say the word.”
“Shut up, Frank.” Cass responded pleasantly, getting out of the car and looking in on Thief. “You can have shotgun on the ride back, stretch.”
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Post by madstalin on Jul 30, 2008 15:28:26 GMT -5
"Much obliged." Thief swung the door open and stepped one leg out, "I'm not the needy type, thankfully." And stood up and closed the door.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 30, 2008 17:36:49 GMT -5
“Music to my ears.” Cass grinned, leaning heavily against the car door and pointing at the open trunk. “Take whatever you want, okay?”
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Post by madstalin on Jul 30, 2008 23:23:28 GMT -5
Thief leaned and craned over the open trunk observing its contents, "What do we have here..."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 30, 2008 23:32:54 GMT -5
“Coke and weed, mostly.” Frank shrugged, thrusting a small cloth bag at Thief’s chest. “Last party wiped us out, sorry.”
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Post by madstalin on Jul 30, 2008 23:36:50 GMT -5
Thief took grasp of the cloth bag as soon as it hit his chest. "I'm not too concerned." He stepped back and leaned his back against the side of the car. He opened the little bag and poured its insides into the palm of his hand.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jul 30, 2008 23:44:02 GMT -5
Frank shrugged, busying himself with a bag of weed and some cigarette papers.
“Andrew’ll wake up soon, we’ll get some stuff for his welcome-to-the pack party.” Cass grinned, watching the two.
"You want a mirror?" Frank offered, licking the cigarette paper and handing it to Cassie without looking up.
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Post by madstalin on Jul 30, 2008 23:53:48 GMT -5
Thief observed the nugs that fell into his palm with a shrug and turned to Frank, "Spare a paper?" Despite it being difficult to pick apart the bud with his fingers to roll.
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