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Post by Heath on Mar 16, 2010 23:51:05 GMT -8
The abandoned warehouse has had few visitors as of late, but Devon strolls in anyways. He is covered in dirt, not that its unusual for him to be seen like this. However, something about him is different as he looks behind his shoulders occasionally to find nothing there. He find his usual spot on the bleachers, staring at the back of his hands. Through his hair, the point of long ears can be seen.
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Post by Camille on Mar 17, 2010 13:00:27 GMT -8
Sitting at one end of the Warehouse, Camille has been hanging around reading her book whenever she has the time to spare, she's been a busy bee this week. The book she's reading looks to be old and worn, it provides a nice distraction to pass the time. From a thermal lunch bag next to her she pulls out a mug and an O+ blood bag to fill it, upon seeing her Ductus arrive she pulls out a second and fills it too. After putting the bag away, she takes a sip from her mug, puts her book away, and gestures for Devon to join her, holding out a mug to him.
"My, what big ears you have. Care for a drink? You look like you could use it."
Her face is full of a combination of curiosity and concern for her pack mate. She takes another sip, both mugs are steaming a bit in the night air.
"You've been spending more time as an animal than you have with your pack, and that's saying something because I am counting the time we spend together sleeping in the same haven. Where the heck have you been?"
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Post by Heath on Mar 17, 2010 22:20:23 GMT -8
Upon hearing the voice of his packmate, the long ears protrude out of his head to catch them. His gaze falls upon Camille, and he gives her a little bit of a glare. His eyes begin to narrow before he jerks his head over his shoulders, ears still poised to catch the sounds. After a moment of looking over each shoulder, his gaze falls back to the back of his hands without saying a word.
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Post by Camille on Mar 18, 2010 6:31:33 GMT -8
The curiosity in her expression gives way to concern. What's wrong with him? She closes the book and puts it in her bag and gets up to take the mug to him.
"What's wrong? You haven't been talking to anyone in the pack and you haven't been around at all. Who was it that told me that there should be no secrets between us? I've shared so much with you guys but the last time and every time since that I ask you questions, you neatly dodge the question. Why?"
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Post by Wade Garrett on Mar 18, 2010 15:54:59 GMT -8
Jack had been meandering seemingly aimlessly about the Esbat, when the thus-far one-sided conversation had begun. Keenly interested in learning more of Detroit's Cainite interpersonal dynamics, he sauntered over and casually leaned against a nearby wall, watching and listening.
Seeing that the conversation might stay one-sided in its current state, Jack decided that this would be as good an opportunity as any to inquire about the city's activities. He approached the two cainites, offering a friendly smile. "Good evening. I wasn't intending to interrupt your conversation, but as there have been so few people floating around Esbat of late, I felt it would behoove me to introduce my self to those that are. My name is Jack. I was hoping perhaps someone here could fill me in on what has been happening in the city of late."
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Post by Camille on Mar 18, 2010 16:33:30 GMT -8
Since she hasn't met Jack yet, Camille seems pleasant enough until he says his name, then she has to fight back a snicker. With a smile and a nod she says...
"Hi there, I'm Camille."
She then turns back to her Ductus, awaiting his response."
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