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- Laurel Booth - 08-07-2008 o hai i come visit u [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rel/t3.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> To the distant north where the spiders crawled all over a forest, Laurel had come to know there was another “pack.” He didn't know whether or not to call it a pack, because supposedly it was composed of nothing but coyotes and the last time he checked, he didn't know too many places where coyotes ran in packs. Small groups that were spread out and generally all family was what he thought of, anyway. Wolves had long since forgotten how to do those things, but they were a little more of the itchy foot sort (of course, not that Laurel was an outstanding example of a coyote or anything). Through the mess of trees and spiders, one of the first things that caught his attention were painted skulls on stakes at the border. Charming. Worth studying for now, and then he'd bother to get attention. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-07-2008 [html]
- Laurel Booth - 08-08-2008 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rel/t3.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Turning a slender ear at the sound of someone approaching, Laurel was surprised to hear his name fall from lips that belonged to someone who he didn't even know. The surprise was clearly evident on his face as he turned his attention from the decorated skulls to the red-eyed wolf, but was soon replaced for vague curiosity as Anselm continued to speak. “Uh, just visitin’,” he trailed off, turning to face him better. “First time someone's known my name when I don't recall us meeting anywhere… you've probably met someone else from the Hollow, right?” Unless he was a voodoo specialist of mind-reading, at least point Laurel would have been thinking of anything to make him regret he could read minds and scare the crap out of folks. “This is Inferni, right? Some obnoxious chick told me coyotes belong here and acted like I was breaking rules by sitting on the grass and all, so I had to come and check it out later. Nice skulls,” and well, he obviously wasn't there to join, which for the most part Anselm probably understood since he left it out of his questions. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-09-2008 [html]
- Laurel Booth - 08-09-2008 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rel/t3.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> He laughed as Anselm more or less described how he felt about the situation. Almost anyone he had met had regarded Esper Hollow more as a pack than it really was and for that reason, automatically assumed that just because it was led by coyotes that they had to be connected to Inferni. Despite the fact that they had mostly wolves sitting around the same camp fire singing songs and getting drunk. “I don't think it's really going to matter whether or not they pull their heads out of their ass or the sand, some of them just don't grasp things,” and then again, some coyotes didn't grasp what they were doing either. The road went both roads, as much as Laurel wished it wouldn't. “We're not even much of a pack, more of a gypsy band. They're liable to come wage war on us one of these days and find out we moved on to somewhere else.” A wiry grin couldn't help but stick on his face then, only picturing the faces of those who thought it was better to smudge coyotes into the ground and leave them there. Let them be apart of the earth instead of the same family tree, but apples didn't fall that far anyway and once they were on the ground, they started rotting. “But I guess they were a little bit around about Inferni too, telling me it was all coyote.” Anselm didn't look like a coyote to Laurel, mostly like a wolf, even if there was some little feature about him a little different from the usual cookie cutters. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-14-2008 [html]
- Laurel Booth - 08-14-2008 *punts this fail post into a portal* [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rel/t3.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> “I think it's purely a state of mind, but who knows. People have their reasons,” or so he supposed. Laurel didn't give two shits one way or another the way the wind blew. If people wanted to hate each other, there wasn't a whole lot he could do to stop it, so he simply stated out of it. Life went on anyway and he had managed to stay alive and mostly unscathed his entire life with that mindset. “They get it in their heads that one apple spoils the bunch, and then the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and then their kids are told the same thing all of their lives. Cycle keeps going.” And so it had for hundreds of years for all he knew. But anyway, the whole thing didn't surprise him. Hybrids were the ones caught in between, especially if they just happened to be split fifty-fifty on the whole thing, he reckoned that they were caught right in the cross-hairs of fire from both sides. It wasn't like they could choose their heritage, they couldn't reverse what their blood was made of, and it was just plain common sense that they couldn't change who their parents were. “Hell, most of our band is made up with wolves, but I've been in ones that were spilt pretty evenly on whatever. Coyote, wolf, hybrid, we're all forks out of the same tree in my book.” He'd met coyotes and wolves that were pretty nasty to their own kind and maybe a hybrid or two that thought they were the greatest things on earth, having the best of both worlds. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-15-2008 [html]
- Laurel Booth - 08-21-2008 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rel/t5.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____Yeah, it was really nice to at least see eye to eye with someone for a change. He didn't see what the big deal was, but he also supposed it was something that traced back with them as well. Before they had been blessed (or cursed?) with a higher intelligence, it was always about the little things. Food, water, shelter, territory. Simple things, but even now they still held onto those things because they were important. They were free to establish themselves and form their own little governments because they all lived in a state of constant anarchy. They self-governed themselves and if influential enough, they governed others, they ruled over them. _____“I don't see what the big deal is either, but I mostly keep myself. As long as no one comes around causing trouble then there won't be any trouble.” But of course, because of his lack of sedentary living, things like food and water and territory didn't hold as much worth. He'd sooner move on than get caught up in anything that could have ended his life (or others who had [in]directly followed him). “There's enough space between the packs that I've been around and where we've set up camp, so I imagine we'll avoid being in someone's backyard.” Of course, that was provided that they didn't stay there forever. He hadn't decided just what it was that he was doing and then again, wasn't really much of a leader either. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-24-2008 [html]
- Laurel Booth - 08-26-2008 [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... rel/t5.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____“Yeah, pretty much,” he said with a shrug. There hadn't been any other incidents with folks inside or outside where they had set up shop and most of the folks that were coming around were either there to join or figure out what in the hell Esper Hollow was all about. He was even sure that the fact they housed anything that came along was a deterrent for some. But like in the sense that sickness didn't discriminate, Laurel didn't either. He didn't pry into the past very often, even when he knew there were some interesting things there. It wasn't his place to know those things, because he didn't openly share his with just anyone either. _____“We do have about three folks who turned up recently that are pretty sick though. There hasn't been some cold or disease running around, has there?” But since they had gotten there, it seemed like everything was taking that downhill turn like he had heard about a few times in his life. It was that sickness that was wanting to act like a deterrent to him; he wanted to get as far away from it as possible most of the time, but it was also his job to stick by the moral code he had set up. It would have been too easy to pack up and leave them to die, but who would really want that on their conscience? They weren't bad people, either, at least not that he knew of. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-29-2008 [html]
- Laurel Booth - 08-31-2008 *also gropes her avatar.* <_<; [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... el/t36.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____Well, that was just great. If nothing had been going around, they had probably just earn themselves a seat on the “do not visit under any circumstances” list. Especially given how grave some of those symptoms were, he already didn't like the sinking pit that had come to settle at the bottom of his stomach. “I guess they've had it a little over a week now, maybe longer,” he said with a shrug, not really sure if it was something that had been effecting those after being around for a while or something that moved quickly and spread like a wildfire to dry brush. Maybe it was a good thing that he was avoiding that shack. _____“It's seemed to affect them all differently too, but the major things that have been apparently with all three of them are hallucinations and generally acting like they have a cold. One of them has had seizures, the other is pretty much comatose, but the last one is pretty mobile and hostile.” There was a pause, and then he sought to add quickly: “But we've got him tied up and locked up so he doesn't hurt anyone or himself. The hallucinations with him are just that bad. No one else seems to be sick though.” And God, he had kept an eye out. He had been watching how they all acted and moved, how they spoke and whether or not they even seemed sick. - Anselm de le Poer - 09-03-2008 [html]
- Laurel Booth - 09-04-2008 End soon? [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... el/t36.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____There was a little doubt in his mind that what they were dealing with was certainly a grave thing. Whatever it was or wasn't, it was something that he had never seen before. Though on one side of the card, he thought it was kind of interesting that after all of this time they were facing things that hadn't cropped up before (as far as he knew); humans that were still alive and disease that did a quick job of pulling the rug out from under their feet and rolling them up in it just as fast. It was right to be concerned, it was right to want to warn anyone and everyone, and it was right to even be afraid of it. He was, though he hadn't quite labelled his avoidance as that. _____“No, we don't,” which at the moment, was an unfortunate thing. “At least, we don't that I know about. Right now we've just been keeping an eye on them and making sure they have water or food when they need it.” Asanotohl had expressed some knowledge about healing, but that had only been out of fixing broken bones. What he needed was someone who understood more than just how to make a splint. “But I've been keeping my eye open for someone who might know something about it. You don't know anyone in Inferni who could look at it, do you?” - Anselm de le Poer - 09-07-2008 [html]
- Laurel Booth - 09-10-2008 And you can end with your post, if you want. [html] http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj31 ... el/t36.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> _____A frown turned up on his face, though inwardly Laurel thought he would try and venture towards Shadowed Sun at some point. Not today though, seeing just how much of an impromptu wandering away he had pulled, going any further meant that it would take just as much time to go back. And who knew how things would be then, given how scattered about they all were. He really shouldn't have been wandering as much as he had. Absently, he nodded with Anselm's words all the same, knowing that they'd need that luck if they intended to get anything done or anyone better. _____“Well, hopefully the next time I see you, I'll have better news to tell you. It might just turn out to be some cold that just screws up these three worse than it would you and I,” and honestly that's what he hoped it would be, but what were the odds? He didn't even want to bet with himself what they were, which definitely made it a serious matter. “I should be getting back though. It's nice to finally meet you though.” At that point, he offered his hand out for a handshake, as though to seal that friendly union between leaders. - Anselm de le Poer - 09-15-2008 [html]
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