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Post by Erik Carson on Dec 8, 2014 14:54:39 GMT
School was a bore. Being the new kid was even worse. He hated school. Why couldn't he just be an alpha? Nooo he had to go to school. S tepid parents. Well...stupid pretend parents. Erik didn't actually have parents they were killed by some werewolves. Erik was bit by their alpha. What that alpha didn't expect was that erik might want Revenge. That poor alpha didn't realize all the anger in Erik and now that alpha was Dead.
Erik found himself under the bleachers skipping. He was sat under them on his phone. He looked up to see a girl there. "Aw look someone found my hiding place," erik smirked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2014 15:56:25 GMT
Back in England she wouldn't have dreamed of skipping, in fact, she loved going to school. Her friends made it worth while, her teachers were more than kind to her, and she had a boyfriend who made getting out of bed every morning anything but a chore. She was happy in Wolverhampton, now she was just a mess. Anger and hatred had clogged out her normal cheer and optimism. She despised Beacon Hills, refused to accept the change. So thus, she ditched class and headed to the field.
After her mishap in the forest, she'd been cautious everywhere she went. Even here on the school grounds. Dressed in simple jeans and a baggy sweater, she stomped towards the bleachers, bag bouncing on her back as her lengthy hair ran untamed down her front. Willow wasn't trying to impress anyone, everyone knew she wasn't happy here.
This was only her third time sneaking out, but she was a quick learner. Yet to be caught, she eased her way under the bleachers and went to sit in her normal spot to wait for the bell to ring, but someone else was there. Without Leon to protect her, Willow could only hope she'd be able to defend herself against this clearly larger man. She wasn't a fighter no matter how much her attitude made it seem. Despite what her better judgment said, she replied to the male in a snarky tone, body leaning against the bleachers as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Your hiding place?" She was testing him, for in her mind this was her turf.
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Post by Erik Carson on Dec 8, 2014 18:45:04 GMT
"Well I'm here so obviously as of now this my hiding place," Erik said with a smirk. "What's your name? " He could practically smell the attitude off of this girl. It was obvious she was a very snark person. That was okay because he was very snark too. That was one of his biggest problems.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 22:24:45 GMT
He had to be kidding her, right? There was no way this kid honestly thought he really owned this little patch of shadows because 'he was here now'. Turning up her nose at him, she rolled her eyes and scoffed, clearly not entertained by his presence. Even if that was so, she wasn't leaving. As scared as she may get, backing down was not an option. Despite what her mind told her to do, she humored him with her name. "Willow," there was a British chirp to the word, recognizing her as a fresh foreigner. "And you, pal?" She taunted, stepping closer before crouching down into a seated position across from him. Back to a support beam, she glared at him suspiciously.
Who was he?
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Post by Erik Carson on Dec 11, 2014 3:02:34 GMT
"Cool accent. Where you from?" Erik asked. Erik's pack traveled a lot so Erik had been all around the world. Erik's pack leader came here because he was going to talk to the pack leader about something Erik had no idea what that was. Erik tended to zone out during business talk. Or whatever that was. He had been to Washington D.C where he was born, all around the US and to popular countries. He remembered dating a hot French girl when he was fifteen it also meant that Erik was fluent French considering he lived there for two years.
"Erik," Erik said realizing the girl asked his name too. He was suddenly thinking about his own adventures with traveling now which meant his mind was being ADD.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 4:15:20 GMT
This kid is an idiot. Really? Where was her accent from? Did he neglect television, movies, YouTube, and just the world in general? It was blatantly clear she was from the center of England, a perfect mixture of posh and charm. There was no hint of a Scottish twang or French coo, just polite and utterly English. Sighing as she relaxed against the pole she was resting on, she fought back rolling her eyes once again and spoke clearly to the male, "Wolverhampton, Great Britain."
Attitude leaked off of her body, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing at all. It got her in sticky situations often, for not everyone was too keen on getting an earful from a girl half their size. So, for the sake of not getting stabbed by this boy (she was convinced that every American was out to shank her), Willow asked with as much interest as she could scrounge up, "So, Erik, why are you skipping?"
Her fingers twiddled in her lap, eyes set lazily on him, bored of it all.
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Post by Erik Carson on Dec 11, 2014 20:22:43 GMT
"I've been there and excuse me for asking just cause you have an accent doesn't you mean came from anywhere else. For example I moved from France to New York and my accent obviously isn't French," Erik said with a shrug. Thi girl had some serious sass he liked it. He liked people who had sass. Mainly because he was pretty sassy himself.
"I just felt like it," Erik said. It was true. He did just feel like it. He didn't care about school. He was honestly thinking about dropping out then he remembered how this was his last year and he needed to at least get a decent job. He just leaned against the bleachers. He raised his eyebrow in a cocky manner.
"What about you?" Erik asked.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 6:01:25 GMT
Just because he lived there for a bit does not mean he would have picked up on the accent that swiftly. Hers was true, home grown and pure, but she didn't dwell on it any longer. Wasn't worth her time and he'd never get it through his thick skull. Exhaling lazily, she just listened to him go on about him moving from this place to that and just nodded, even adding a soft smile upon her lips to make it seem as if she really cared.
This was the farthest she'd ever been from herself- so cruel and careless. That wasn't Willow, it was the mess she had became, and she didn't like it. At all. Yet, she was clueless on how to change, nothing had made her want to.
Eyes studying him as he stated his reasoning, she didn't hesitate to respond with her own to his question. "Honestly, I just can't be bothered to go. The kids are annoying and the teacher is helpless. Google teaches me more than that twat," her words were harse, though her tone didn't hint at aggression. Willow was just calm, irritated maybe, but over all just relaxed. Fingers tapping her thighs to the rhythm of the song stuck in her head, she pursed her lips before asking another question to fill the silence.
"Are you from Beacon Hills or?"
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Post by Erik Carson on Dec 16, 2014 15:28:16 GMT
"Nope," Erik said. He adjusted himself and looked at Willow. "I'm from D.C.," Erik said. He had lived there for the first four years of his life. Then he had moved to Florida. Then he was taken by the pack and they never stayed anywhere more than two years. Nothing was ever permanent in the pack.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 14:19:47 GMT
Cocking her head with a true sense of curiosity, she squinted her eyes and tried to place D.C. It was the capitol here, right? She was fairly certain, but still a bit iffy on the answer. Nibbling on her lip, she finally spoke after a moment, "What's it like?" Her voice was soft, innocent as she leaned over and set her chin against the top of her bent knees. "The world, I mean," she clarified, "You travel a lot, yeah? What all have you seen?"
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Post by Erik Carson on Dec 19, 2014 23:19:01 GMT
"I can't really specify just one thing, there's lots too many to count I've traveled at least every two years since I was 7." Erik said. He looked at the girl,"What about you? What's Britain like? I've never actually been." Erik said, oddly it was one of the places his pack never went. They had been to some weird places though.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2014 4:38:50 GMT
Fighting back rolling her eyes was getting harder and harder around him. Her attitude just wasn't clashing well with the hyper tones in his words. Refining her question with less charm than she had before, she asked, "If there are so many, than which is your favorite?" She was trying to make the conversation worth while and he wasn't helping. Oozing with sass, she commented on his question bluntly, but honestly, "Britian is damp." Really that was all too it. Always raining, and the sun was always hiding. The place was just unpredictable weather wise, really, but mainly moist.
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Post by Erik Carson on Dec 20, 2014 16:35:23 GMT
"God you're more depressing than anyone I ever met. Way to make everything pessimistic." Erik said rolling his eyes. He stood up. "eiffel tower but by your expression I see you could care less. You should learn to have more feelings than sad and mad," Erik said. Willow didn't like people who were always pessimistic and that's what this girl seemed to be.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2014 5:45:04 GMT
"Depressing?" Willow arched a brow at the rising boy, his words just dirt she brushed off her shoulders. She had thick skin, it was more than difficult to get to her and this stranger surely couldn't do that. Though, she was confused by his claims. How had she been depressing, first off? All she'd done was roll her eyes and mentally decide he wasn't the brightest. She hadn't brought anything down, in fact, she was lifting her spirits up. It was true that she could be a pessimist, but how had anything she'd said hinted that she assumed the worse? All she had done was eagerly, then a bit less so after he failed to answer her, ask about what he'd seen. The kid was over exaggerating and it was annoying.
Shrugging as he spoke, she bitterly replied without breaking eye contact, "Oh, I'm sorry if me boringly sat here came off as 'mad' and 'sad', and I apologize for not being able to present ever emotion I'm capable of in our little five minute meeting." Flashing him the sweetest of smiles, she almost drowned in her own sarcasm. Hopefully he'd leave and she could have her spot back in peace.
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