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 Itchy Feet, @Sarah / Adeline
Adam Girard
 Posted: Apr 1 2017, 09:16 PM
62 posts
puppeted by Byron
Adam
cst he/him
job
Undercover
species
Shifter
group
Rogue
sexuality
Bisexual
status
Single
age
112
mature
Yes
You see it isn't that Adam likes making trouble, it's just that trouble tends to like Adam.
N/A
The Artful Dodger



"I pick the girl up. I drop the girl off. I say nothing. I see nothing. That all?" He spoke into his cell phone around a mouth brimming with smoke. The sensual furls of gray smoke rose from his moving lips and wafted away on the cool California breeze. It was a day for being at the beach, but that was not his lot in life. Of course it fucking wasn't. Here he was perched on the hot metal trunk of his car in the middle of a concrete jungle that only barely pretended to be the California of legend. "Not for nothin boss, but I'm gonna have to see something. I mean I am driving the car."

Silence on the other end of the line. Apparently the undead was not up to being amused today. What was new. No one had promised him laughs when he'd taken this gig. A get out of jail free card, yes. Shits and giggles, nada. He had to make those for himself. "Alright, I'm on it." Adam ended the call without saying goodbyes. Definitely no chatting around the water cooler today. He flicked the cigarette butt away with his fingers as he slid off the trunk of his Chevy and moved away from it.

Apparently they wanted a car that wouldn't lead back to him, or that's what Viktor had said, though why such precautions needed to be taken for some chick he had no idea. Leave it to Viktor not to mention that the woman in question was another wolf. A laugh a minute, really, one every fucking minute with this guy. But for the moment any information on who he was picking up was on a need to know basis and apparently Adam did not need to know. He just needed to do Which was pretty par for the course.

He moved down the sidewalk with that easy swagger of long legs and checked the cars he passed until he spotted one that looked primed for it. Something parked just around a blind corner. Something of a year and model that wouldn't be equipped with any kind of security system. Easy pickins. He jimmied the door and closed it behind him after climbing inside. Then bent over the steering wheel as he reached underneath for the paneled compartment that hid all the delicate wires that could be manipulated to start the engine.

Engine purring? Not a bit of it. The Cabriolet was from the 90s at least and if such a car had ever purred he wasn't aware of it. Still, it was a convertible. A fact he would make use of as he rolled down the street. Putting the top down and pretending that this wasn't some lowly job an Uber driver could've done just as well. Nah, instead he made of it an afternoon jaunt, some thing with wind in his hair and the crackling sound of tunes coming from an old stereo as he headed farther into the downtown bar district to find Mystery Woman Numero Uno.

Grand scheme of things......

It definitely wasn't the worst thing Viktor had ever asked him to do.

Adam cruised the block slowly as he searched the car. The glove box revealed maps (who the fuck even used those anymore?), a pair of aviator glasses, and a stun gun. Convinced now that this was the car of an ineffective serial killer he grabbed the glasses before slamming shut the glove box again. He shook out the arms of the glasses and fitted them onto his face to block the golden rays of the late afternoon sun. Yet even with the golden tint of the glasses he wasn't so blind as to miss the shine of blonde hair and the colorful tattoos of the woman leaned against the brick wall of some club. Both club and woman decorated up like pieces of art.

It made him chuckle softly to himself. "See nothing my ass." He muttered to himself as he pulled the car up to the curb. Maybe the whole thing was completely innocent. But Adam wasn't. And for him assumption number one was that this was some wild oat his boss was looking to sew. More power to him. Leaning his arms on the doorframe he looked at the woman...nay...wolf (Viktor you stunningly uninformative piece of shit) over the top edge of his sunglasses. "Adeline I presume?" Doctor Livingston she was not and all the better for it likely.

Adam pushed open the door and stepped out with a head nod to her as he circled around to the passenger side. The door was pulled open and he affected a bow that was clearly mocking if good natured even in that. "Looks like I'm driving you Miss Daisy. Your chariot awaits." He assumed Viktor had explained to her that he would send someone to give her a ride. That she couldn't leave a car parked at his house. All those little niceties that came part and parcel with hiding things from people. If he hadn't then....Adam would just look insane. Both were true in a way.

"I'm Adam." He said as he reached to capture her hand and bring it to his lips for a kiss more mischievous than galant. What the hell. He'd already broken the say nothing and see nothing rules. Might as well go for the trifecta and break the touch nothing rule that was unspoken but probably there nontheless. It wasn't a lingering touch so what were they gonna do really? Kill him? Have Fiona peg him? Whatever. After Adie climbed into the car he circled around again and got behind the wheel of the car to get them on their way.

But what did two people talk about on a long drive when they weren't supposed to be talking? "So this Jewish Bubbe takes her little grandson to the beach and he gets swept away by a tidal wave. She is distraught." He begins the joke as he pulls away from the bar and into the light traffic heading South. "She prays to God Please! Lord God if you will save my Grandson I'll be forever grateful! And when the next wave comes in it carried her grandson back to her. She cradled him in her arms and looks up to the heavens and says 'He had a hat!'" What was better than a Jewish man telling jokes about Jews being cheap? Okay, maybe a lot of things, but it would do for a start.

"Ba dum dum ching"

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Adeline Byrne
 Posted: Apr 3 2017, 08:26 PM
143 posts
puppeted by Sarah
Adie/Ads
PST She/her/hers
job
Bartender & DJ
species
Shifter
group
Furore Pack Omega
sexuality
Bisexual
status
Complicated mess
age
56
mature
Ye'h bitch
You were sharp as a knife to get me. You were a wolf in the night to fetch me back. The wishes I’ve made are too vicious to tell. The devil, already he knows me so well.
whiskey wolf



Adeline needed this, like every (ish) being needed water to sustain life. She'd never been one too proud to reach outside of herself for help and while this might not have been your traditional help, at the end of the day it was just that. That a weekend away, out of the city and well separated from both pack and the emotions they stirred with every mournful glance and soft pat on a shoulder, came with stipulations was of no great consequence to the she-wolf. They weren't vast or numbering and while the thought of being stuck in a car with someone sent to fetch her wasn't a thought she reveled in it was a necessary compliance to a much needed vacation. New alpha taken into account her absence was noted as it might not have been with her predecessor, but with respect came the knowledge of her needed fleeing. And so with a promise to return by weekend's end she'd slide herself to work under the hovering knowledge that the end of her day would be met with the sating of itchy feet.

She'd not know what to expect of this chauffeur of hers, though the car that rolled to a stop and the man who issued her name like a calling card, were not at all it. Watched the pair a moment from behind the dark shade of her sunglasses, shamelessly so though she wouldn't have needed the shield at all to excuse this of her. The end of a cigarette, conveniently perched between her fingers after some coworker hadn't the time to finish it, was finished in a final drag and stamped beneath the toe of her boot while the other moved to shove her off the wall with a nod that might as well have been a physical yes, drawled and languid in its calm cant of her chin.

Her wander was nothing quick, following his progression around this unassuming convertible, noting the soft scent of her own though it sat as wholly unfamiliar beyond that, spinning for her assumptions over rogue statues that her inner omega wanted nothing more than to squash. Now's not the time. There was amusement written plainly across the surface of her as she trailed along, the door opened with a bow that tipped the expression on her face deeper as name is offered and hand is hoisted from her side. The lips across her knuckles would draw a laugh, some soft lyrical thing that moved her released hand to perch on a hip as the bag slung over her shoulder is deposited haphazardly into the back seat.

"Aren't you fuckin' adorable,"

Hand shifting to pat his cheek, a soft contact that scrunched her nose in amusement before slipping herself into the car to settle while he shut the door and rounded to join her other side. His voice, a thing she'd note lilted in a way that might lend itself well to more than talking, like a rousing evening... of karaoke, sounded as he settled and they slid off the curb. She'd listen half in observation and half in deep pondering over the nature of his relationship with Viktor, one that she'd not been informed of beyond 'someone will pick you up'. The stretch of her grin was as easy as it always was, mattered little the tumble of shit just beneath the surface, the rest of her lent far too well to joviality. When he finally got to his punch line her laughter would return, just as quiet and easily offered as before. A hand sliding through her hair, twisting it at its gathered end to keep it semi controlled, her own voice would pick up in the quiet where he left off.

"It's going to be one of those rides, eh? Alright."

The Irishwoman would spend a moment, thoughtful under the guise of coming up with something of equal merit for her own people..

"Paddy and Sean are planning to go out on a Saturday night, but only have 50 cents between them. Paddy has an idea, he takes the 50 cents, goes to a butchers and buys a sausage. Sean is furious, their only 50 cents and Paddy spent it on a sausage?! But Paddy lets him in on his plan. 'When we go into the next pub, order two pints, when it comes to payin' you go down on your knees, unzip my pants, pull the sausage out and start sucking on it'. Sean's skeptical but trusts Paddy. So, they go into the first pub and do exactly as Paddy suggested. The barmaid is disgusted by the sight and kicks them out without bother over their tab. As Paddy's plan seems to be working they carry on... At the 12th pub, both are several sheets to the fuckin' wind and Sean isn't lookin' to good. They finish their pints and Sean drawls-- 'I can't do this anymore, Paddy, my bloody knees are killin' me!'. Paddy replies-- 'No worries mate... I lost that bloody sausage in the third pub!'

The grin on her face bunches dimples into her cheeks, smug and proud, leave it the Irish to counter a story about a boy and grandmother with something conveniently lewd. The city is paid little attention as they slid through its gray, park-spotted landscape. Curiosity getting the better of her she'd slide a little further into her seat, making herself at home as it were before her attention slid back to the wolf beside her. "You're not at all what I expected," a casual mention, conversational. "He didn't tell you anything did he?... No. Of course he fucking didn't," she'd answer her own question with a hand wave. "Did he give you stipulations too?" The mischievous lilt of her voice was little more than a dig for gossip.

He did, didn't he? Do tell!~

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Adam Girard
 Posted: Apr 4 2017, 11:37 AM
62 posts
puppeted by Byron
Adam
cst he/him
job
Undercover
species
Shifter
group
Rogue
sexuality
Bisexual
status
Single
age
112
mature
Yes
You see it isn't that Adam likes making trouble, it's just that trouble tends to like Adam.
N/A
The Artful Dodger



"Abso-fucking-lutely."

What else could he be expected to do besides agree resolutely to the complete and utter fact of his adorableness. Just tie a ribbon on him and call him a birthday present. Cuter than a puppy and won't mess on the rug. Quite a bonus. While Adeline might have been feeling some tug of obligation towards her pack and his apparent status of all that screamed outsider he was delightedly unaware of such convictions. Being around a wolf who was unknown didn't bother him. If it did then he'd have had to quit his job long ago with all the shit Viktor sent him out to do. It would have been a real hindrance. Besides, he'd never much enjoyed that game of join our club. Wouldn't want to be a part of any club that would have him for a member; the usual song and dance.

The joke cracked through the ice that had never been there to begin with and he enjoyed the sound of her laugh. It matched his; since of course he laughed along to his own joke. Then, still grinning, listened to her return serve with keen interest. An Irish joke. Who didn't like those? All things Paddy and potatoes and drunken mischief. This story was no less funny than the opening suggested, and Adam gave ready laughter for the gift of her joke. "You're pretty adorable yourself y'know. Not just anyone could pull off an Irish blowjob joke with such gusto."

Or maybe they could. He hadn't really come across the situation often, and enjoyed it all the more for that. As Adeline relaxed into her seat he glanced over at her with that trademarked smile still set in place across wide lips. "Do tell Blondie. What exactly were you expecting?" Adam's smile cut a sharp dimple in just one cheek and held there as he turned his eyes back to the road. Wouldn't do to get the boss's girl smeared all over the pavement. "No, wait. Lemme guess." Adam made a show of thinking; that thing he so rarely did with any earnest intent. Thick black brows, a heavy familial trait, pulled together as he screwed his mouth up...so deep in thought.

"Youuuuu expected......some foppy man in a suit who would be boring as fuck. Driving a town car with a panel that separated you from him the whole way, which would've been just as well cause you wouldn't want to talk to him anyway? That about cover it?" Maybe that hadn't been what she expected but it's for damn sure what he would've expected Viktor to send if their roles were reversed. Chuckling softly he glanced at her again. "Nah. Boss hasn't left his roots quite that far behind." Not all the time anyway.

The smile was pretty much plastered on now, and the laugh as well, that easy rumble, seemed affixed to the sound of his voice. "Oh sugar they rarely tell me shit. Not the real shit anyway. Just orders and...yes, rules. Orders and rules enough to fuck with my complexion but..." He rolled one shoulder in a half shrug. "Guys gotta make a living right?" Which wasn't quite the whole story but it was enough for Adam to be giving out at the moment.

That mischievous quality to her voice drew him in easily enough. Had him leaning slightly towards her to brush his shoulder to hers for a moment. Just two girls gossiping. No big deal. Right? Right. "I pick up the girl. I drop off the girl. I say nothing. I see nothing." Adam straightened behind the wheel as they got on the 101 and his grin broadened. "How'm I doing?" Epicly failing he suspected. But he had serious doubts that Viktor and Fiona ever expected him to take their orders as seriously as they gave them. He might have been wrong about that but Adam found it very hard to care.

"I figure it goes without saying that I'm not actually supposed to ask you what any of this is about. However. If you just felt overwhelmed or verklempt about this whole sordid affair and felt some deep seated need to just tell me....well....they didn't give you any stipulations now did that?" If there was ever a loophole to be found then Adam was sure to find it. "And then of course there's always charades. No rules about charades. What two consenting adults choose to play in the privacy of their own Cabriolet is completely their own business."

The wind was in their hair with the top down, sun shining, music playing soft from the stereo. It was a downright gorgeous fucking day. If the girl in the passenger seat was anyone else...or more to the point...if she was going to see anyone else....then he might have just absconded with her to the beach. Would've been a good day for it. But she wasn't. And even Adam was only willing to bend the rules till they damn near broke, but he wasn't quite willing to stick his dick in a bee hive just for a day at the beach.

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Adeline Byrne
 Posted: Apr 5 2017, 06:27 PM
143 posts
puppeted by Sarah
Adie/Ads
PST She/her/hers
job
Bartender & DJ
species
Shifter
group
Furore Pack Omega
sexuality
Bisexual
status
Complicated mess
age
56
mature
Ye'h bitch
You were sharp as a knife to get me. You were a wolf in the night to fetch me back. The wishes I’ve made are too vicious to tell. The devil, already he knows me so well.
whiskey wolf



"Of course I am~," it'd ring her from her tongue with a grin that clung to the sound of her voice just as well as it did her face, turned her words sunny and vivacious as her gaze slid casually back to traffic. "It's really all to do with the amount of fucks you give," spoken like she were informing him on how best to give a blowjob joke, in case the need every arose. "You can't spare a single one. Just gotta whip it out and and hope they aren't suddenly offended." A shrug over this subject that was still obviously about jokes. "Always easier to apologize for indecency after the fact, right?" Right. The well trained smile on his face pointed her in a direction that would note him as someone who seemingly knew this well enough, an assumption, but she'd have bet money on it nonetheless.

The rogue, another assumption, would ponder over her thoughts on how odd he was for this job in her eyes. Taking a wild stab that wasn't so wild at all and painting her thoughts out like they were seeing the same exact man. Her amusement was golden when it flashed her teeth in a gentled laugh and the quiet scrunching of her nose. "Nail on the head. Though you would look adorable in a little hat, you're much too tall. All proper chauffeurs must be short and adorably squat." Had to be. If it wasn't a rule before she'd just made it as such. She wasn't disappointed however, in his lacking of any of this, such as her tone would imply, all amused and easily tickled as it was. Though by the look of her, the she-wolf wasn't one to find much bad in any situation she was shoved into.

"Right."

Agreed with a curt nod that did nothing to match the perpetual lingering smile that stretched across her face. "Doesn't much surprise, all fake marriages and jonesing for a big white house taken into account," all those rules and she'd speak of them and the people they were connected to as if it were some blase topic. Rules were not a thing she signed herself up for so willingly but she understood their need in this occasion. It was what it was and she'd adhere, if only to see herself away to paint some rarely seen gentled and warmed smile across a face that was more often than naught far too stern.

It was the sort of smile that warmed hers even now, easily a warmth played off as the inner wolf in her cooing silently over this brushing of shoulders. It would and did. Mattered not that she couldn't feel the tug of him at the center of her chest or not, he was still wolf and into that her own pale creature would lean. "Not too bad," little more than a laugh, her words would trickle from her tongue as a hand shifted to slide hair from her face as the speed of the highway saw fit to fluster it. Back and away she'd ignore it and continue. "Your say nothing could use some work, but--" her glance sideways would push a dimple into her cheek as her smile pooled to one side. "You've not seen anything... yet?--" Mischievous her tone would drift over the breeze, smiled her deeper still as she slid a bit and pressed her head against the seat back-- "and I do suspect you'll get me there in at least a few sturdy pieces. So, really. three out of four is pretty fucking good. B? B plus? Don't worry though, I'll give you a five star uber review, even if you do fail your see nothing clause."

That easy breathy laugh would wane softly as he moved to speak, her chin rolling to the side to watch him as he did so, noted him in a manner that would commit him to memory and while he wasn't familiar in the least she found nothing off putting in his presence. Easy and casual he sat there as nothing but an adorable, too tall, good looking, rogue wolf chauffeur here to whisk her off to some other tall towering man. "They did not." Chirped and merry from her throat. "So. Charades then?" Her grin full and toothy her gaze would roll back to the road before swiveling itself to the other edge of her vision to watch the passing of the world just outside them.

"I do wonder what you think of me,"

A soft hum. "An exotic itch to scratch, maybe?" She wasn't what she'd have pictured the straight-backed vampire gravitating towards if their stances had been reversed. She'd ponder a moment. "I suppose I could also just be your run-of-the-mill escort," a shoulder would shrug her tone as casual as the shifting back of her eyes. "I've actually known Viktor for a long while... met him long before he picked up that fucking ridiculous Texas drawl of his," a laugh that warmed her face and settled her a bit. A drawl that didn't suit him at all, though suited the cause just fine. "If he entrusted you to this... then you must know Fiona?" A brow would rise as she studied him and his reaction to the curious tone of her voice.

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Adam Girard
 Posted: Apr 7 2017, 08:23 PM
62 posts
puppeted by Byron
Adam
cst he/him
job
Undercover
species
Shifter
group
Rogue
sexuality
Bisexual
status
Single
age
112
mature
Yes
You see it isn't that Adam likes making trouble, it's just that trouble tends to like Adam.
N/A
The Artful Dodger



He gave a soft chucking sound. Half a chuckle equals a chuck in case anyone is really counting. "Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. Honey you're singing my tune." That had been a philosophy of life for him for as long as he could remember. Not that it had stood him on solid ground most of the time. But since he'd never found a scrape yet that he couldn't manage to get out of he didn't think that he was doing too badly. No one lived forever right? "Besides, you should absolutely never apologize for indecency." He looked proper put out by the very idea as he glanced over at her. "For instance if you wanted to stand up and get your tits out right now just to tease the passing motorists I wouldn't be offended at all. I promise."

Also true. Though likely not going to happen.

And the world was a sadder place for that.

"Damn straight." She agreed with him on the need to make a living at least, and he agreed with her agreement so that they became a veritable circle jerk of agreeing with one another. Though it was a day for agreement; all sunshine and ocean breezes. "You give me a five star Uber rating and I swear I'll get you there with three out of four limbs still in tact. How's that for a bargain." He'd go for all limbs, too good a package to disrupt really, but you never could tell. Especially if they were going to have a go at playing Charades in a Cabriolet that was barreling down the curving 101 at 70 miles per hour.

He looked towards her. Noting her head turned away. Eyes focused for the moment on the passing scenery; something made of gorgeous cliffs and a stretch of ocean that was blue to the horizon. Adam licked his lips and settled his gaze back out on the road. The question she asked might have been playful but it wasn't.....quite. It held something to it that he could quite name but could recognize nonetheless. "Nah, honey. I've known enough escorts in my time to know when I'm looking at one. You're not nearly hard enough for that life." He grinned. "Not that there's anything wrong with upholding the standing of the worlds oldest profession, but you've got way too much light in your eyes and blush in your cheeks to make me believe it."

Whatever his boss was doing with this woman Adam doubted very seriously that he was paying her. At the mention of the vampires Texas drawl Adam laughed and it was a full throated thing of wonder. "Fuck that accent. When I met him he didn't have it either, but Texas man....shit. They'd buy anything if you stamped a drawl on it." Adam had loathed the time they'd spent in the South. Dallas had it's charms and he wouldn't deny that, but there was nothing about that place that had made him want to stay.

"I'd rather take a bullet in the nuts than get sent back there again."

Southerners. Charming. Living in the South. Fuck no.

At the mention of Fiona his smile became something both deeper and more cunning. He looked at her and caught that curious edge to her tone. "I do." The words weren't careful. They were a tease. Something that wondered just what it was she wanted to know about the future First Lady; if such a thing was ever to come to pass. "Does that mean you don't?" He asked as his eyes settled back on the road ahead of them. "Know Fiona I mean?" She had said that she'd met Viktor in the past and from what he knew Fiona had been a near constant in his life except for a few glaring blank spots. Yet if they hadn't met then it made whatever cloak and dagger shit this was seem that much more interesting.

Adam thought about Fiona for a moment and a raffish smile cut across his lips. Deciding whether to answer seriously or in jest was a more difficult job than it should have been. "She's...." Jesus. How do you solve a problem like Fiona? Adam could barely think past all the contradictions. "She's a bitch." That was true. Something that almost anyone who knew her would say about her. "But she owns it and deserves it so....you like her for it more than anything." At least he did. If Fiona were some creature all spun from cotton and easy on the senses then he doubted they would have gotten on as well as they did. Which was to say terribly, but he enjoyed the dysfunction of it. More than Fiona did he often suspected.

"You asking cause you're worried that's who he's hiding you from all the way out here?" Another guess, and for someone who was about as book smart as a wet mop he was actually pretty good at such assumptions. Adam chuckled over the idea. "Don't let it worry you much. They're not....." He struggled for a comparison then gave up and laughed at his own ineptitude. "Let's just say I'd already be dead if either of them was the jealous sort." Not that Adam had slept with Viktor cause, no, but he had a bit of a weakness for the other blonde in that particular fangy duo. Not that he was going to kiss and tell.....yet.

"So are you?" He asked with a smile. "Some exotic itch to scratch? Or are you two just getting together at the beach to talk over civic functions?" Mmm-hmmm sure. He would at least to pretend to believe whatever she told him for no other reason than a lady deserved her privacy when it was wanted. Before he could say so though the car stuttered in it's speed. It jerked and Adam gripped both hands to the wheel. "Aw fuck." He muttered as their speed started to decrease. Adam began to steer the car towards the right lane.

There was an exit up ahead and he whispered encouraging words to the car as he guided them towards it. Smoke was now lightly billowing out from under the hood and Adam was convinced that he'd boosted a lemon. Great. The slope of the exit ramp helped but they hadn't even reached the end of it when he was forced to steer them into the grass. "Shit." He said as the car came to a final stop, and then he pulled the phone from his pocket to check it. Worst came to worst he figured he could give Viktor a call, but when he looked at the phone he saw that he had no bars of service. He gave a chin nod towards Adie,

"Yours dead too?"

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Adeline Byrne
 Posted: Apr 12 2017, 06:31 PM
143 posts
puppeted by Sarah
Adie/Ads
PST She/her/hers
job
Bartender & DJ
species
Shifter
group
Furore Pack Omega
sexuality
Bisexual
status
Complicated mess
age
56
mature
Ye'h bitch
You were sharp as a knife to get me. You were a wolf in the night to fetch me back. The wishes I’ve made are too vicious to tell. The devil, already he knows me so well.
whiskey wolf



"Okay, deal.[/i]" Three out of four limbs was a pretty good percentage, she could only hope he lost her blank arm rather than any of the other three, after all, she'd not spent all that time and money just to lose it along the way to her vacation from life. It seemed only fair to save the parts that were worth more. Adeline doubted she'd be handed over with any less limbs than her four, not if Adam himself wanted to keep all of his. An assumption maybe, she wasn't entirely sure how Viktor would enact his revenge though she figured he likely would in some manner. He did seem very much the eye for an eye sort, that cold unflinching thing that most people saw was anyway. The one she saw through the lens of a camera though never in person.

"Maybe I'm just that good?"

Her laughter was too golden to uphold this farce, she'd have been a piss poor escort, that detachment from her feelings was an impossible task, the very one that made her all the better for her other, other, other job. The ring of his laughter, honest and boastful, would roll her gaze back, her grin shameless and wide across her face. "Yeah, or frame it with a pair of guns... or hang a fucking cowboy hat off of it. Sold." fucking Texas. They were nothing if not predicable, and into that, for the sheer and vast size of their population they were one easily gullible mark on the map every politician loved to get their hands on. Everyone knew someone from Texas didn't they? So much sway and all it took was the proper lilt of a tongue and they were putty. It was Adeline's turn to laugh, unhindered and sunny before it waned into a soft breathy giggle. "That's a fairly strong stance on hatred," it laughed from her throat as she leaned against his shoulder, her next words cooed and playful.

"Baby, who hurt you?? I'll light them on fire."

A promise given as she righting herself to watch the waver across his face as the other, other, other blonde was mentioned. A curious tip of her brow would come. He knew her and of course he did and of course he'd bait his current blonde companion into the soft shift that pinned her attention on him, like child waiting excitedly for their story. "Nope, she wasn't around when we--" a hand would wave the notion away, shifting to slide fingers through disobedient hair to toss it lightly over a shoulder. "He's always been good at compartmentalizing though, so it's not a surprise. I knew of her, but our paths never crossed." it was really as simple as that, whether she'd been around or not Adeline wasn't sure, but she'd never met the infamous Fiona.

Again it didn't surprise, you rarely tossed your wife (fake and future or not) in a room with your other woman and expected things to play out well.

Apparently Fiona was a bitch.

This notion smiled Adeline, it seemed oddly fitting, she couldn't rightly envision Viktor settling down with some sunny smiling thing, not for his penchant to brood and take things too seriously. It was perhaps why they'd always worked so well without strings, his temporary sunny day where he might have become too soft had he been subjected to it day in and day out. His assurance wasn't really needed though she'd offer a soft warm smile in thanks anyway. "Nah. I'm not here at his behest," she wasn't a summoned thing, though she'd likely have come if asked it wasn't the reason for her current presence. Her grin would stretch as shaded blue eyes loll to the side to peer at the other wolf. "He's not the only one that can make people jump when they say jump," sure it wasn't quite as simple as that, and it hadn't been a demand but it'd also have been a lie to say the vampire wasn't wrapped around her little finger, at least in part.

"This has nothing to do with business and everything to do with avoiding life. Still... it's possible I am just that," her tone framed her with doubt as the soft shrug painted her careless over its truth, if it held any at all. She didn't believe it, though it wasn't impossible, she'd likened herself to this decades ago when she'd been new and fresh and wilder than she was now. That exotic thing that could only be captured for a short time, but in that capture they'd built more than an itch that needed the occasional scratching. Was she simply an itch now? It was possible, but she doubted it.

Adeline wouldn't get far into this train of thought before the car, this trusty old boat they were in, suddenly decided it'd had enough of their bullshitting. A shift to the grass would see the sad smoking beast to a stop, Adeline's attention wry and lightly amused as it shifted to Adam and his phone. "I don't suppose this was actually a sanctioned piece of high end machinery, eh?" Her laugh seemed unperturbed as she fished her phone from her bag in the back seat. Its face would prompt hers to frown lightly. "I've got nothin',"

Of course.

"Well, I suppose if worse comes to worst, I can flag us down some attention with those tits you'd not be offended over seeing."

Her grin was easy and playful as she pushed herself from the car, bag slung across her frame. A hand shielding her eyes she'd glance up the off ramp to a sign that was only half helpful at this angle. Tavern, however was helpful, how far it was, was obscured by the bend of the old sign. "C'mon then, I won't let you get abducted from the side of the road alone," the link of her arm around his own was easy and thoughtless as she tugged him forward and towards this illustrious tavern that was 1 to 500 miles away. No big deal, they could use the exercise, though she was almost sure she'd greatly regret her choice of shoes in no time flat.

These boots? Were not made for walking.

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Adam Girard
 Posted: Apr 15 2017, 09:41 PM
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Adam
cst he/him
job
Undercover
species
Shifter
group
Rogue
sexuality
Bisexual
status
Single
age
112
mature
Yes
You see it isn't that Adam likes making trouble, it's just that trouble tends to like Adam.
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The Artful Dodger



Her assessment of his boss made Adam laugh. His eyes cut over towards where she sat on the passenger side and grinned at her. "That so princess?" So she was the one who could make Viktor jump. Good to know. "I'll remember that when I need to make sure I get my Christmas bonus." Adam didn't actually get a Christmas bonus, but it seemed like a good idea to him. Dental insurance too. All that sounded like a good idea. "So if I get in good with you, ya think you can have a word with the boss for me? Paid vacations, full medical and dental, maybe a company car?" That last he wasn't so sure about. Adam liked his car. But it would piss Fiona off so that was always a bonus. Nothing like having the help rise up against the man.

Ahhh the good old times when they'd just been cruising down the road trading banter. As opposed to where they soon found themselves; on the side of the road behind the wheel of a vehicle whose engine was smoking. Perfect. "Define...sanctioned." He said with a world of innocence in his grin that should never have belonged there. Adam climbed out of the car and for a moment he did the familiar dance of walking in circles with his cell phone lifted in the air. "Looks like a rain dance doesn't it?" What would other cultures have made of their worship of these glowing screens? Didn't seem to matter how he positioned himself though because he wasn't picking up a signal; their gods had abandoned them.

Slipping his phone into the back pocket of his jeans Adam came around to her side of the car. "Let's just say we don't want to be here in case some Samaritan highway patrol stops to give us a hand." Leaning into the back seat he grabbed her bag and slung it over his shoulder before opening her door. "I guess this is probably gonna end up on that yelp review huh?" He held the door open for her to climb out as he reflected on that. "If you want to make lemons into lemonade you could always say your driver gave you a lovely tour of some less traveled countryside." Forever turning a frown upside down. Adam shut the door behind her with a note of finality as they headed out to follow the road.

Her arm linked up with his and Adam had the insane urge to ask if they were going to find the wizard. Though, they would need a tin man and a lion for that to work. Adam could play some amalgam of Toto the dog and the scarecrow forever in search of a brain. He'd always felt like the Scarecrow had really gotten the raw end of that deal. Ignorance being bliss the man had probably signed himself up for a lifetime of headaches after that fabled visit to the Emerald City. The thoughts whirred in the background of his mind as they walked and her offer of a blouse popping display for the benefit of getting them a ride made him chuckle.

"Well if Clark Gable taught me anything it's that women are better at hitchhiking. Though I guess you're right. Flashing an ankle probably won't get us far so you might just have to come through on that promise." He grinned at her. "You could practice now if you'd like. Just to make sure you've got what it takes." There was nothing innocent in the smile now but the essence of his jovial spirit lit itself in the hard lines forming dimples in his cheeks. "I kid. Of course. I'll try to get us out of this with your honor still in tact. What happens to it after I'm out of the picture is completely out of my hands." Poor hands. Always missing out.

They continued down the road and Adam was actually thankful that there wasn't much traffic here. It meant less general grit in the air as the well maintained highway devolved into something more akin to a dirt road. All around them was the smell of grass and undergrowth mingled with the still pungent scents coming from the highway. He wondered if Adeline found the combination as cloying as he did; like being on the edge of where two worlds met. He wouldn't go so far as to say that he particularly enjoyed it, but it tugged at various parts of his subconscious making him both long for the city and long for the freedom of a run through the fields all at the same time.

"So why is a Pack wolf interested in meeting with the Spawn of Satan....I'm sorry. I meant vampire." He could smell the others on her, knew what she was from that scent, and knew the oddity that made of this arrangement. "Does your Pack not know who you're going to see? Or are they some new wave progressive group that extends a hand of welcome even to the living impaired?" Adam obviously had no real prejudice against vampires. They were as likely to be shitty as anyone else, in his opinion. However he knew that some took the difference in their species more seriously. He guessed it was something he could understand. After all, a pack was made up of new and old, strong and weak, and with a creature that could control with its eyes or voice there was a lot to be said for caution. Luckily, he wasn't in a position where he had to worry about the safety of anyone but himself.

His eyes flicked down to her shoes for a moment and he asked, "You want a piggy back ride?" The words spoken with more rueful glee than he had any right to considering his own comfortable footwear. Whether Adie took him up on the offer or not they would continue onward until a building took form in the distance. It was a wood framed bit of flotsam that had probably been a homestead at some point. It had a dirt parking lot in front that had a scattering of Harleys and other bikes parked in rows. Hmmmm. They came up along the side of the building and he could hear the voices of two men where they stood smoking on the front porch.

Adam moved to look at Adie critically. "How're you at distracting?" His hand reached out and made a deft snapping motion near the top button of her blouse. Artful expertise in this as he undid the button and made the shirt open just enough to give a nice view of her decolletage while still keeping the aforementioned honor still in tact. "If you can keep those boys with their eyes on you I can get us a ride." One thick black brow rose in an arch that was the remnant of some familial trait. The men in his family had always been very communicative with those brows. He was asking, without asking, just how comfortable she felt with this plan, and whether or not she felt she could handle it. A little challenge there perhaps, and the hint of humor in the set of his mouth, but he wouldn't judge her if she wasn't up to it.

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Adeline Byrne
 Posted: Apr 18 2017, 12:16 AM
143 posts
puppeted by Sarah
Adie/Ads
PST She/her/hers
job
Bartender & DJ
species
Shifter
group
Furore Pack Omega
sexuality
Bisexual
status
Complicated mess
age
56
mature
Ye'h bitch
You were sharp as a knife to get me. You were a wolf in the night to fetch me back. The wishes I’ve made are too vicious to tell. The devil, already he knows me so well.
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Of course the car wasn't his, or Viktor's, that would have made all of this too easy. if you'd have asked her whether this bothered her she'd likely have just smiled, tutted gently and said something along the lines of-- "We took the scenic route, nothing wrong with that." At least not yet, she still had all of her limbs attached and working. If they came upon some murder cabin on the side of the road though, all bets were off that her Yelp review would be anything less than stellar. Even so, review scathing or not she'd end it with a smiley face and select all five stars.

She wasn't a monster after all.

"Do you actually doubt me?" Her mock offense was less than convincing, too marred with sunshine and squeezed through a dramatic frown as her gaze swept down to the chest in question. When her gaze returned, it was playful and wry, as was the finger that poked the dimple in his cheek and leaned her against his side. "I suppose you can't really be expected to vouch for something you haven't seen, especially when it comes to tits. Deceptive little shits as they often are," woman and their tricky wiles, those push-up bras and boob jobs, it seemed only fair that a man would question until he witnessed them in all their truthful glory. "There ya go, being adorable again. Honor. Pffffft." She'd huff, a quiet amused noise as they wandered down the side of the road, the smoking heap of sad left in their now nonexistent rear view mirror and almost forgotten about. Adeline wasn't so sure over all this honor business but she followed where he was going. Keeping his nose clean of the 'boss' girl. Still-- "Besides, what Viktor doesn't know won't kill him," she wasn't a terrible liar so long as he didn't ask her direct questions so really there was nothing that said they couldn't--

"Do you really want to know?"

The smell of the country, less so than the highway would quirk her mouth into something softer and warmer, long lost memories, states and lifetimes ago. Her mind would wander as he questioned her meeting, all tugged in directions that would ultimately warm the whole of her face, a thing golden anyway and now lit in the same dappled streams through trees. The heat, thankfully, wasn't oppressive this far out of the city, where it bounced off warming concrete and a million glass windowed buildings. A wayward thought that would drift in and back out quickly enough. "The important one knows," and of course he did, or so her tone would convey wryly. "The rest know enough, though I doubt they'd much care. So long as their omega makes it home safe from her vacation, preferably with all her limbs. They don't need details to keep them happy." Lito knew, that was good enough. That he also knew the man she was meeting was an odd notion but not one that had seen him to stopping an adult woman doing what she wanted. Not that it much mattered if he had attempted it or not. Willful as she was, she'd have climbed out her window like any self respecting daughter of a preacher, to run off into the night with her leather clad, bike riding, boyfriend dubbed spawn of Satan by previously aforementioned preacher.

The arm woven around his own would tighten momentarily as he offers her some other mode of transportation. "Fuck yes I do," spoken like a girl asked after going on her first fateful motorcycle ride that would see her slipped out a window days later. Wide-eyed and excited and lacking in all hesitation. It'd save her feet and who didn't like being packed around by someone else?

Perched like any gleeful five-year-old she'd curl arms around the other wolf and lean a cheek against his temple. It was such an odd thing, a wolf that smelled like only one. It just was, neither bad nor good, though it tickled some part of her that wagged a finger against anything akin to liking. As if this was worse than meeting a vampire. "Just for this, I'll be sure to inquire about that benefits package you clearly deserve," it was the least she could do.

Happy as a clam (at least one of them) they'd continue their wander, a building eventually poured out in front of them. It looked oddly exciting in that wholly adventurous and off the beaten path sort of way. As they neared she'd slip herself back to her own two feet, lest Adam be confused for a pack mule. The soft voices of others would round them to a stop, Adeline much more the charge on ahead and figure it out later sort would quirk a brow as Adam's attention fell to her. A question and a slipped button later and her mouth was well and truly situated into an artfully place grin. "There ya go again...," being stupidly adorable. Her head would tip a bit as she digs through her bag for keys she hadn't needed until now (proof as It were) before wandering backwards a step or two, glib fingers seeing to the slip of a second button as her grin widens.

"I got this."

Rounding the side of the building, keys dangling from her finger she'd leave Adam to the lifting of their next chariot, hopefully a little better off than their last one. A soft wave is given to the pair on the porch of the house turned tiny tavern, adequately named Tiny Tavern. "Hey guys," her smile too sweet, the keys would swing in a loop around her finger before landing in her palm with a clatter. One of the pair would drawl a howdy that was promisingly friendly.

"Either of you have a phone I could use? My trusty old car went tits up and this is too far out of the city to get any kind of reception,"

"Ya need help with it?"

"Nah, I wouldn't trouble ya that far, it's a piece of shit anyway, shoulda known."

They'd both chuckle.

"There's a pay phone," a thumb is jut over a shoulder.

"That won't help much, unless you're willing to lend me a quarter too. Good girl scouts don't wander the side of the road with their purses, they lock that shit in the trunk with the spare tire," a finger tapping the side of her nose before it scrunches in mirth. Wandering forward to lean against a porch pillar and cross her arms beneath her chest she'd continue. "Can pay ya back when my ride gets here? Or teach ya how to perfect your Sex on the Beach?"

Smile widens along with their own.

"Ya'alright, c'mon, can use the house phone."

One would peel himself away and she'd follow a few steps before beaming a mischievous smile at the other over a half turned shoulder. "Sex on the Beach is way more fun with more than one," her tone sing-song and baiting the second would chuckle once more, his cigarette finished and snuffed in an old ash tray by the time she reached the door, one of those ridiculous saloon types that swung easily under the press of her hand. She'd sidle herself up to the bar beside the talkative of the pair (John he'd later reveal) as an old phone is plopped down in front of her. A soft thanks is offered as John orders all three of them a round of this infamous sex on the beach. The other (Nathan) would slide up on her other side as she punched in her own number to a phone already deemed six feet under. Leaving herself a voicemail that sounded a lot like a conversation with explanation enough to bypass curious questions from eavesdropping ears. Hanging up her drink is hoisted.

"To impromptu mini-adventures and new friends."

A sip and she'd waffle over the taste as they all stared at her, tossing a note for a smidgen more orange juice and vodka.

"You guys up for a, possibly short game, of pool? I'll bet John's money I can hand you your ass,"

Brows bounced at Nathan as she slid her sunglasses off to set on the bar, wide sky-blue eyes peering at him from atop her sunny smile. Of course they'd agree. Who didn't want to watch a woman bend over a table precariously to make a shot or two?

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