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Shawchert Menue · 05-05-2011, 04:23 AM

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WC:---OOC: Lets get a party going on YEAH!!! I wanna make it close to the old CdA, try to get them old cogs working, and get a performance going, any ideas of what to do is greatly appreciated, or I'll find something real quick that would be kinda fun. NOTE: This is not a mandatory pack event, but as there's only 11 members, come and have a squeeze and give shaw your characters opinion!!!

Also... cause shaw is dumb... this is set outside sky's house because i'm dumb and Mars is cool... and yeah...

Things were starting to get back together at least in his mind, so he needed to make things as good as they could for the pack. Things were getting back to normal, though he had lost many members, but they were still there, they were sticking together, and now he would have something for them to have on their minds other than what had happened. It would be like what will happen. Yes, his plans for a performance would come out here and now as he lifted his head howling for his members to join him. He couldn’t help but be excited for this. He waited for the members to gather, there was bound to be some one interested in it. This was a pack full of artists after all!!

Demetrius was sitting beside him, calmly waiting, the ghost pup had been quiet as of late, as though he was taking things in, it didn’t worry Shawchert, why should it, the boy was a ghost, though Shaw cared enough for him, he wished that Demetrius was more than just a light image of his child... for his words spoke too much wisdom for a few day old pup killed at the hands of a murderer... Shawchert shook his head, not wanting to think about that and put his flute to his lips, and started playing a low soft tune, he wanted to hear and see the approach of his members, but the music was soothing to him, and it seemed his ghost child next to him.

Krystalle Horzana · 05-05-2011, 10:25 AM

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The pack had settled down, but the Latin mutt found her mind in other places. She'd come to this new home for Mars. It'd been his choice to run off, and her choice to follow, and as she leaned on the door frame of their shared home, she wondered if she'd have been better off staying behind. But all her thinking was interrupted at the call of a familiar voice. Shawchert wanted a congregation of minds, it seemed; as he was the leader, she felt obligated to find her way to him. Remaining silent, strange for the obnoxious woman, she ambled toward his call, distended middle causing her usual swagger to be distorted. Soon enough, she knew it would be over. Or she hoped it would. Pregnancy had done nothing but frustrated the often-happy lady-friend of Mars Russo.

When she came upon Shawchert, playing a soft song upon his flute, she took a seat on the ground, crossing athletic legs beneath her and resting her elbows in the hollow created by her knees. No one else had approached. For a moment, she felt awkward, but she remained silent as she listened and focused on the ground. In due time, it would be over, and she would be allowed to return to her home and sit while she and Mars contemplated the safety of the pack for their shared offspring.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 05-06-2011, 01:14 AM

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ooc: Mars will try and have a good time playing with shaw for Krystalle and the rest of CdA. Also, I assume that this is located at Sky Katruk's house in Thornbury? I hope that's right :/ +7

Mars had been in his room, busily working on those dresses that he needed to finish soon. He wanted to have it finished by the time that Krystalle had their pups. He figured that he might be spending a lot less time alone in his room and instead he would be with the children, but then again, Mars had no clue what Krystalle would try to do. for all he knew she had totally different plans in her head. He didn't want them to be without a father though. Mars would try as well as he could to deal with the children, to be nice as possible, as normal as possible. Normal as possible. Normal. Normal. Normal. I'm me, I'm not these other people. Bartholomew...And that other one... Mars tried to remind himself everyday, all day that he was not Bartholomew, that Hurricane was not real. That he was one person. It didn't work though. It was because of the fact that every time he did say it, or think it too hard, Bartholomew would materialize in the corner of his eyes. "Dun't fuckin' bullshit yerr'self, Imma as real as ya' arr, pussybitch. " the thought would be put into Mars' head. He would growl about it and go upon his day, ignoring the looming shadow of Bartholomew in the corner of the room. Mars avoided looking at that part of the room.

The howl was easily heard from the man's place in his room. He ignored it at first, going as far as to mutter "Fuck you, Shawchert." under his breath. Going about his business, he finished sewing up part of the punk dress that he had been trying to work by memory of what the woman looked like before this because she refused to help him so he figured that he could just do it himself. He sighed lightly before he had heard his front door shut. His attention went to his door. He licked his lips and looked at his hands that were under the fabric. Mars was getting anxious, already thinking about Krystalle being there and Shawchert seeing that she was pregnant. Mars' leg started to tap anxiously as he sat there until he couldn't handle it anymore. He still hesitated though, finding that he still was not ready to approach Shawchert again. Mars put his hands to his hair and he pulled the brown hair in front of his eyes. He sighed lightly again and he looked out of his window, and then he snorted. He got up and put the fabrics on his bed and then he opened his door and he went out of it. He descended the stairs and then moved towards the door. He opened his door and was immediately greeted by his black sheep on his doorstep, a questioning baa and then the sound of a flute. Mars' ears perked and his head cocked before he looked back at the white guitar that had been sitting in the corner of the living room. He went back into the house and towards the white guitar and he grabbed it. He pulled the white wood to his cheek and he snuggled it briefly before he had walked out of the door again. He closed it behind him, and he wandered away from his home.

He wandered towards Sky's place, where Shawchert had been standing there, playing his flute. Mars listened for a few moments before he had looked to Krystalle and her rounded belly. She actually had been really cute, just sitting there with her floppy ears and her flattened mohawk. Mars had been growing slightly affectionate toward the woman, it was true, if only because he was forcing himself into it. It wasn't like he didn't like her anyways. Krystalle was a good woman, and she had been a familiar face in a strange land. In some way it had been relieving to him, in other ways it had been stressful. His steel eyes went back to Shawchert before he had held his guitar up questioningly. He didn't know if Shawchert liked to play with others, or if he wanted a few moments of just flute before the guitar joined in or what.

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