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Morning
Apr 17, 2007 19:11:58 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 17, 2007 19:11:58 GMT -5
You wake on the couch, sore and still in pain. Your wounds aren't looking so hot, but they're healing better than you expected.
(FYI, you are at 4 ranks of aggrivated wounds at the moment, mostly from the bite on the shoulder (right), and your back. You have a few gashes on your throat that you're kinda worried about, too.)
Your mother is in the kitchen, cooking. The BSDs are gone... and their spots on the floor have been mostly cleaned up. Your brother and sister's... um, messes have been cleaned up as well.
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Morning
Apr 17, 2007 20:20:27 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 17, 2007 20:20:27 GMT -5
He could keep laying there, but he decides to get up and move around to get rid of some of the stiffness, or if nothing else, find something to do to keep his mind off the pain. He walks into the kitchen with his left hand running tenderly over his right shoulder.
"Hey mom. Do I have time to eat some food before going off with dad?"
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Morning
Apr 17, 2007 22:05:22 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 17, 2007 22:05:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, of course," she says, motioning toward the sausage and eggs in the frying pan.
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Morning
Apr 17, 2007 22:14:42 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 17, 2007 22:14:42 GMT -5
"Hey mom, if I go off with dad, what am I gonna do about school?" He waits patiently for the food in the frying pan to finish cooking.
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Morning
Apr 17, 2007 22:29:25 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 17, 2007 22:29:25 GMT -5
"Depends on your priorities, hon. If you want to go back to school... you can try to... but if you don't want to, there are others who can teach you."
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Morning
Apr 17, 2007 22:36:40 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 17, 2007 22:36:40 GMT -5
"I don't really know what I wanna do yet. I guess I'll see what happens after I meet these other wolves. Hey mom, do you know if I'm going to meet dad's pack, or is this some other group of werewolves?"
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Morning
Apr 18, 2007 10:27:57 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 18, 2007 10:27:57 GMT -5
"It's a little bit of both, actually."
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Morning
Apr 18, 2007 14:43:40 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 18, 2007 14:43:40 GMT -5
"Both? So... go with dad's pack to meet some other... um, garou?"
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Morning
Apr 19, 2007 9:32:38 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 19, 2007 9:32:38 GMT -5
"Exactly," your father says, coming down the stairs.
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Morning
Apr 19, 2007 11:57:13 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 19, 2007 11:57:13 GMT -5
He rubs on his shoulder and neck again for a second before speaking. "I guess I'm ready to leave whenever, dad. Do I need to bring anything with me?"
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Morning
Apr 19, 2007 15:52:43 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 19, 2007 15:52:43 GMT -5
"No. Just some comfortable street clothes and a jacket." He turns to your mother.
"You sure you've got this taken care of?" "Yes, don't worry about it. Just worry about your boy--you know where to find me." He smiles and nods.
"Go get dressed, and we'll go."
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Morning
Apr 19, 2007 16:40:40 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 19, 2007 16:40:40 GMT -5
He starts heading towards his room, then stops and turns around. "Ummm, do I need to worry about my clothes ripping off again?" He contemplates for a second, "Are my clothes gonna tear off every single time I change?"
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Morning
Apr 20, 2007 17:13:49 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 20, 2007 17:13:49 GMT -5
"For now, yes. We'll get that fixed at the caern."
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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 13:13:23 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 21, 2007 13:13:23 GMT -5
"Alright." He turns and heads to his room, finding a pair of blue jeans and a black school shirt he got from football. He throws those on, along with a pair of tennis shoes and grabs his jacket off the hook on his door. ((Do they do letter jackets back in middle school at all? Trying to figure out what kind of jacket he'd have)) He comes back out and goes for the food, making sure to eat up before he leaves.
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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 23:46:45 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 21, 2007 23:46:45 GMT -5
Assume a medium-weight nylon jacket. Middle school's a bit early for letters I think. Your father also reccomends a costume that covers most of your wounds.
He nods once he thinks you're fit to go out into the world, and walks outside. He is silent for a moment, perhaps carefully considering what to say.
"I should warn you, son, the Garou you will meet tonight are very different from any humans you've ever met. Keep your guard up, and your wits about you--they will be testing you constantly."
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