Entries tagged with [the werewolves] sean

seattle ; wednesday ft

Bridin Blackthorn had spent most of her life surrounded by Alpha males. She was used to the swaggering. The posturing. The jockeying for position. But that didn’t mean she always had patience for it. So when Eric grabbed her shoulder and turned her away from the dome, away from her view of Sam—who had just now been blown back against the edge of the circle—she didn’t even think. She reacted, smacking his hand and pushing him back.

( And Brid is a badass and Sam manages to do some stuff! )

[NFB but open for calls/texts! Follows this. Post 2 of 2. Taken from Necromancing the Stone and just about at the end! Warning for: post length, violence.]

seattle ; wednesday ft

By the fifth ring, Sam was afraid Dunaway wouldn’t pick up, but he did, greeting Sam with a wary hello.

( And we head into the home stretch! )

[NFB, NFI. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Part 1 of 2. Warning for: post length, violence.]

Current Mood: shocked

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seattle ; wednesday ft

As the group all sat in Sam's kitchen, Sam was pretty sure they were all thinking about the same two things. One, that Sexy Gary, at least whilst under the glamour, was indeed worthy of his moniker. He was all thick-corded muscle, auburn hair, and dimples. Sam could easily imagine him in a hot firemen calendar or a sexy lumberjack photo shoot. Not that he spent a lot of time imagining those things.

( Stupid Sexy Gary! )

[NFB but open for phone calls since there's finally time for him to get a phone call or text, if wanted. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: talk of corpses and insults directed towards Keanu Reeves. ]

Current Mood: rushed

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seattle ; sunday ft

It was dark when they finally got home, and, despite the nap, Sam was still tired. There was a tranquility to the house, with everyone ensconced in individual activities. He headed to my room with a wave to James. He needed some quiet time to think.

( And lo, Sam gets a visitor! )

[NFB, NFI. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length but nothing else objectionable in this part.]

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seattle ; monday ft

After the meeting and a couple of phone calls, everyone left the Tongue & Buckle and headed over to the Den, except for Brid, who'd left early to prepare the pack. The carpool made them the oddest entourage in the history of the planet. It would have made Sam laugh if he didn't know what they were going to do.

( In which there is a lot of text... )

[NFB, NFI. Open for texts/phone calls/etc if needed. Taken from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: creepiness, blood, necromancy, loooong post. Part 2 of 2.]

Current Mood: discontent

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seattle; tuesday ft

Brid leaned in and kissed Sam solemnly on the cheek. When she leaned back, her face was a mask. "What we need is answers, and we’d like you to help us get them. The pack and I would be eternally grateful.”

( And we continue on being sad today... )

[NFB. Part 2 of 2. Cut and slashed from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length, vomit. Open, but if you want to talk to Sam, you're probably going to get one of his friends at this point due to him being sick.]

Current Mood: morose

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seattle; tuesday ft

James had found Douglas a cabin. It paled in comparison to the mansion he'd lived in before but going back there wasn't an option as of yet. Douglas had to take what he had and live with it. Soon, though. Soon. He was watching James unpack various supplies.

( Canon makes me sad today. )

Current Mood: uncomfortable

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seattle ; monday FT

Douglas was peering at the coin in James' hand. The coin was attached to a heavy, braided cord that was stained with age and had supposedly once been a hangman's cord. It was the first real thing he'd been able to examine closely since waking up in this state of limbo. James had been his only visitor and Douglas was sincerely hoping this item would mean he could fix both of those issues very soon.

( And the canon continues on... )

[NFB. Lifted, paraphrased and buzzed from Necromancing the Stone. Warning for: post length and Douglas's general creepiness. Open, if needed.]

Current Mood: distressed

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seattle ; sunday morning FT

James had woken Sam up by standing over him and staring. Needless to say, it wasn't the best way to wake up. But, James had apparently decided that right then and there was when Sam needed to see something and he wanted Sam up and moving.

( A little more canon... )

[NFB for off island, of course. Warning for: long post, some mild violent imagery. All of this is lifted from Necromancing the Stone. RIP Señor Quackenstein. Open, if anyone wants to call/text]

Current Mood: indescribable

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seattle ; sunday evening

Brid had invited him over to the den for dinner. At first, Sam had been hesitant about going because a necromancer sitting down to a pleasant dinner with a bunch of werewolves didn't tend to happen. But, Brid had cajoled and his stomach had grumbled at the thought of a large meal so he'd relented and gone.

Before dinner, he'd spent some time with Brid, talking with her and laughing and feeling pretty content with things and with her. And then there'd been dinner. He'd hadn't talked much but he'd eaten a lot and his stomach was protesting by the time the evening came to a close and he was preparing to leave.

( Of course, it can't ever be that easy for Sam... )

[NFB but open for interactions, if you'd like. Cut and thwacked with a weed eater from the beginning of Sam's canon just to get it going a little further.]

Current Mood: sore

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seattle ; monday

Sam had been invited over to the Den for dinner. It wasn't an all too unfamiliar concept but after everything, he was just glad Brid (and Brannoc) had forgive him for being a jerk. Sean and Bran had even taken up the task of trying to teach him how not to get his ass kicked so much.

They'd had a session this afternoon and while it'd been pretty normal at first (normal being Sam getting hit and falling on his ass and hurting), he'd eventually managed to...well, he'd managed to fight smart. First, he'd run. He'd run as fast and as far as he could and even then, he could still hear Brannoc's rumbling laugh as he ran. But, he wasn't being laughed at. Brannoc's laugh was one of surprise at first and then he'd almost sounded impressed.

But, he hadn't been able to run forever so once he'd stopped and had Sean stalking him again, he'd gone for his ace in the hole. He'd closed his eyes, felt the dead, comforted them and then raised owls, blue jays, just about anything he could. And when Sean had made a joke about being at the top of the food chain, Sam had shrugged and waited for Sean to charge.

Which he did and then proceeded to get pecked and attacked by birds and animals of all sorts. It was actually pretty amusing. Once Sean had run off towards the house, Sam had thanked the animals for their help and sent them back to their resting place.

So, even if he was sore and bleeding right now, it'd been a good day. He figured he'd wash up a little bit, clean up any errant blood and then head back to the Den for dinner. The food was always good and he liked the people.

[NFB but open for calls/texts/visits. This is cribbed from the first chapter of Necromancing the Stone.]