There are a lot of things that go bump in the night, and Clove knows all about the dangers each and every one is capable of. Which is why she hates going anywhere at night. But she had to be out tonight, taking care of a few minor errands to prove she was reliable to the pack.
She had no keys to thread between her fingers, no mace to have at her fingertips. Her illegal firearm was at home, hidden in her suitcase.
Ultimately, the trick was walking like you owned the block. She knew that. But in a strange city, that was easier said than done. For every half-dozen steps she took, she looked around, doing her best to listen closely. Clove was, unfortunately, aware of how obviously nervous she was. That wouldn't help dissuade humans or supernaturals alike who might be looking for easy prey.
New Student
Redbright Institute was... terrifying. She was entirely surrounded -- staff and students -- by creatures she'd been taught to hate and kill. She was one of them now, yes, but that didn't change her upbringing. It was hard not to look at them as enemies and possible targets. Not to imagine how she'd kill each and every one. And how they might kill her.
Which is what makes lunch really hard. Because, well, most people by now have an established group.
When she sees an open seat, there's not much choice but to approach the table.
"Is anyone sitting there?"
Healthy Living
Joining a gym when you're legally too young to sign a contract and have no proof of being an emancipated minor is pretty difficult. So, Clove gets her exercise done in the neighborhood. Everyone knows her route by now, barring a few variations depending on the weather. Most of them know when to expect her, too, whether it's a week day or the weekend.
One of her stops is always the little grocer's shop right on the corner three blocks from her flat. The owner always has an apple and a bottle of water waiting for her at the counter, and she always has correct change.
"Excuse me." It's said as politely as it can be, though still with the certainty that she won't be challenged. Which is all the warning she gives before stepping in front of the person at the head of the line and taking the two items on the counter. In the same movement, she puts her money in their place and steps out of line. "Thanks."
Be Prepared
A full moon in a new place means preparations must be made. The other werewolves in her flat have helped her set up her closet. They offered her a place with them, but she refused. There's something still so shameful about transforming. She can't imagine doing it as a group. Still, the braces are in place. A collar of thick leather has been made, and supports have been rigged up.
All she needs now is the chain.
Which she's in a hardware store buying.
She has a good four yards of heavy gauge chain, which she hauls up onto the counter. "Just this," she tells the man at the register, who seems to be trying to figure out what she could need with that.
Clove - Hunger Games - werewolf
There are a lot of things that go bump in the night, and Clove knows all about the dangers each and every one is capable of. Which is why she hates going anywhere at night. But she had to be out tonight, taking care of a few minor errands to prove she was reliable to the pack.
She had no keys to thread between her fingers, no mace to have at her fingertips. Her illegal firearm was at home, hidden in her suitcase.
Ultimately, the trick was walking like you owned the block. She knew that. But in a strange city, that was easier said than done. For every half-dozen steps she took, she looked around, doing her best to listen closely. Clove was, unfortunately, aware of how obviously nervous she was. That wouldn't help dissuade humans or supernaturals alike who might be looking for easy prey.
New Student
Redbright Institute was... terrifying. She was entirely surrounded -- staff and students -- by creatures she'd been taught to hate and kill. She was one of them now, yes, but that didn't change her upbringing. It was hard not to look at them as enemies and possible targets. Not to imagine how she'd kill each and every one. And how they might kill her.
Which is what makes lunch really hard. Because, well, most people by now have an established group.
When she sees an open seat, there's not much choice but to approach the table.
"Is anyone sitting there?"
Healthy Living
Joining a gym when you're legally too young to sign a contract and have no proof of being an emancipated minor is pretty difficult. So, Clove gets her exercise done in the neighborhood. Everyone knows her route by now, barring a few variations depending on the weather. Most of them know when to expect her, too, whether it's a week day or the weekend.
One of her stops is always the little grocer's shop right on the corner three blocks from her flat. The owner always has an apple and a bottle of water waiting for her at the counter, and she always has correct change.
"Excuse me." It's said as politely as it can be, though still with the certainty that she won't be challenged. Which is all the warning she gives before stepping in front of the person at the head of the line and taking the two items on the counter. In the same movement, she puts her money in their place and steps out of line. "Thanks."
Be Prepared
A full moon in a new place means preparations must be made. The other werewolves in her flat have helped her set up her closet. They offered her a place with them, but she refused. There's something still so shameful about transforming. She can't imagine doing it as a group. Still, the braces are in place. A collar of thick leather has been made, and supports have been rigged up.
All she needs now is the chain.
Which she's in a hardware store buying.
She has a good four yards of heavy gauge chain, which she hauls up onto the counter. "Just this," she tells the man at the register, who seems to be trying to figure out what she could need with that.
Wildcard!
(The "choose your own adventure" prompt.)