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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Apr 30, 2019 19:36:47 GMT 1
Bram wanting a little quiet time away from home, away from Alpha and Daisyness too, he knew he wasn’t really allowed out on his own but that hadn’t stopped him before and it wouldn’t stop him now. In the bar he also knew he wouldn’t get much peace even if he kept himself up in his living space, he was just in the mood where even the sound proofing wouldn't stop the faint, usually easily ignorable 'hum' from bugging him, so he wanted to find some solace while he had the chance. Boost himself for when things got really busy and Alpha and Daisy needed all the help they could get and 'Bram time' or indeed 'Time for Bram' might be a long distant memory, and he would need a lot of boosting if the latter happened.
Walking along the traintracks Bram twirled in a circle, chugged back a load Jack and then threw the empty bottle against the wall to hear a satisfying smash. Here might not be the safest path to walk but it was certainly the quietest, nobody else was around… Stopping still Bram then sat down cross legged and just stared into the distance, scratching at his hair with an ever present drumstick and wondering where to go next. He guessed he could keep following the track but he didn’t know where it lead to. “What do you think?” Bram asked looking to a rat that was suddenly sniffing at him but ran off as soon as he spoke. “Charming.” He wasn't sure why he expected a helpful response.
Getting back up Bram opened a one can of a six-pack he also had clutched in his hand and carried on to a nearby bridge, stick in mouth now, scaling the bank and climbing his way up to eventually reach the top and walk along the road. But he gave the track one last look, feeling damn tempted to just jump back down just as in his state he thought it might be fun, but instead just sat on the wall, feet dangling, and drank some more beer before letting out a loud burp into the night, then snickering as it echoed.
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on May 30, 2019 2:22:17 GMT 1
He had a pass to leave campus and visit the town to better interact with humans. Of course, there was a curfew being enforced, but Cato was trustworthy enough. The brown haired male had been nervous and excited. He needed to learn about the culture and explore, but he was worried about saying or doing the wrong thing. Whoever had decided total exposure was a good thing should have been slapped. Not that Cato would slap anyone, nor would he encourage anyone to do as such. He was just a little lost and confused. Okay, maybe a lot of lost and a lot of confusion. There had been some good things about this trip though. He'd had sushi for the very first time and it had been delicious. He'd hung out in the park as kids flew kites and a small concert was being held. Afterwards, some random girl had shown him a music store where he'd spent hours finding songs he enjoyed. He'd had ice cream. And he'd seen a movie.
Now the jaguar was a bit tired. He was well past ready to shower and curl up in the middle of his bed. The day had been long and hectic, but also well worth it. He looked forward to getting back and telling someone of his adventures. He'd made sure to take plenty of pictures so he could send them to his family later. Somehow he ended up on the train tracks, walking off to the side a bit because walking on the tracks was just asking to get hit. Even he knew that. He stopped as a rat scuttled past him. Cato looked around. It was dark, no was around for as far as he could hear or see or smell, so why not? He shifted and took off after the creature, pouncing on it and killing it with a swift bite to the neck. He gobbled it down in a few bites, relieving the gnawing his belly. He'd been a bit hungry, and despite having money, couldn't find a decent sandwich shop. He'd decided to wait until he got back home, but now he was okay.
He took the time to wash his fur of any blood before shifting back and dressing in his clothes once more. He silently scolded himself for his actions, but didn't think too badly of himself. He'd spent all day walking around and interacting with humans and he'd been quite proud of blending in. He deserved 10 minutes of jaguar time. Besides, the further he walked, the more apparent it became that he wasn't the only abnormal creature around. He smelled wolf. It didn't take long to find the source. The man was hanging out on the bridge, drinking a beer. Blue eyes watched him curiously for a second. This guy wasn't just a wolf. He smelled like something else. Death would have been the perfect word, but that couldn't be right because he was a wolf and wolves were alive. He sniffed the air again. No, definitely wolf and death. Living death? Confusing.
"How'd you get up there?"
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on May 30, 2019 12:58:46 GMT 1
Bram had no idea how late it was and felt it a bit pointless to worry, he was breaking rules simply by being out alone and having not told anybody he was going for a wonder. Usually he was good, not so much in having a companion when out but most of the time he informed somebody that he needed to go walkies, send a text to Alpha or just yelled a goodbye to Steve as he headed out the door, but not tonight. Bram was in a mood to be a little self centred and selfish. ‘About bloody time.’ The Vampire in him sounded out in his head as it gazed across the train tracks below, ‘Bram has to be just Bram sometimes or how can he be a papa-wolf?’
Taking small, contemplative sip of his beer the hybrid frowned, he didn’t have an answer for himself. “Exactly.” he ended up saying a moment later to another thought and then reached out and leaned forward a little before he dropped the empty beer bottle to the ground below, waiting for the satisfying smash and then laughing when he heard and saw it. “Spiky whitey.” he giggled before stopping abruptly and sniffed the air. ‘Not alone…’ The wolf said poking at all his senses. Not that it was a great help in Bram’s inebriated sate, everything was a slight blur of sense and sound, colours of the night and the every present call of the moon. But he knew enough that whatever was coming could not be human, mostly as it smelled like a cat only more, stinky somehow. Wild?
Bram thought about flashing away since he wasn’t in the mood to be very chatty and he did not want to be all grumpy towards someone who didn’t deserve it but this smell had him fixated, it had his wolf wanting to stand its ground since it was here first while the vampire was just nosey really, slightly hungry too and vaguely wondering, if this was just a drunken hobo who been laying around with a bunch of street cats, would really be so wrong to help himself to a snack?
But then Bram heard a voice and he refocused to some bloke below… ‘How did I get up here?’ Bram frowned as he repeated the words to himself, ‘What a stupid question’. Shifting a little more forward the hybrid gave the air another sniff before he replied. “Climbed.” he said simply with a faint grin to his lips. “You know you are on a train line, right? Bad idea. Might get squished.” Well maybe the stranger wasn’t exactly on the line but the sensible part of Bram thought he should give a warning despite having just done the exact same thing, only Bram had actually wondered down the line itself.
“Want a beer?” he asked next, picking one out from the pack and dangling it over the bridge ready for the guy to catch if he did.
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on Jun 1, 2019 13:26:50 GMT 1
The man leaned forward and Cato had a brief spike of anxiety as he pictured the guy falling. He supposed it had bothered him because of the scent of alcohol. People tended to be so uncoordinated while under the influence. The last thing he wanted was to watch someone go splat. He'd try to catch the man if he could. The shifter looked at the bridge as the older male stated he'd climbed up there. He made it sound so simple. An amused smile curled the male's lips as he was told to pretty much get off the tracks. Cato sidestepped until he was completely clear of the tracks. "Good call." He hadn't been on the tracks, but anything could happen. Rather be safe than sorry.
"I don't drink alcohol," Cato answered when offered a beer. "But thank you for the offer." He eyed the bridge. "I think I'll come up." He secured his phone in his pants pocket and started towards the bridge at a jog. It would have been easier to shift instead of scaling the bridge, but he made do. He pulled himself up and landed on the other side, turning to look down at the ground. "The view's better up here." He moved around to Bram's left side and sat a few feet away. He didn't want to invade the guy's space and he also didn't want to sit where he couldn't see Bram at all times. He didn't know this man and his scent was still confusing him. "I'm Cato," he greeted after a moment.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Jun 1, 2019 15:58:17 GMT 1
Bram was not in any danger of falling… not too much at least, he was gripping the brickwork as he leaned forward but Cato would be right in thinking that drunkenness generally made for bad co-ordination with most. For Bram it was more his judgement that got impaired rather than balance, and even if he did fall the worse that would happen is he might break a few bones, it was a bit late for death. Still not favourable so Bram was being careful, or at least he was not aware of any danger and so not worried enough to fall from sudden panic at the height and how easily he could slip off the edge. For now his concern was more with the cat-man who was walking along the tracks. ‘Some people have a death wish’ Bram thought to himself with a small sigh, and death by train splatter or line electrocution seemed a damn awful way to go.
Since the other guy did not want the beer, Bram leaned back and shrugged, “Fair enough.” he said and then helped himself to it instead. Bram did not understand those who didn’t drink, alcohol was one of life’s few pleasures in his opinion, it tasted good and made you feel good with the added bonus of if you drink enough, life’s problems get that bit fainter for a while.
Hearing the man was going to climb up got the hybrid to pause in his drinking as the wolf in him poked at all his senses once more. ‘Should we stay?’ he wondered to himself, ‘Was here first…’ The this stranger did not seem dangerous, and someone who doesn’t drink probably doesn’t do a lot else, so with that logic in his head, Bram stayed where he was. After the cat-man was in view again, Bram gave him a small nod and then went back to swigging on his beer, feet still dangling over the edge with a carefree swing.
“Is why I climbed up.” Bram said with another nod, that and wasn’t he half thinking of walking home at one point? Pushing the thought aside he focused back to his current company who for whatever reason was sitting a small distance away. Bram didn’t know why, didn’t care to ask either and just replied with his own name after Cato shared his. “Bram.” he said, pointing to himself with a thumb. Who said cats and dogs can’t be friendly? Bram thought he was doing rather well so far.
Taking a large gulp of beer next, Bram let out another burp. “Sorry. I know, childish.” he said, glancing to Cato, but it didn’t stop Bram laughing again as it echoed faintly in the night.
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on Jun 14, 2019 18:39:33 GMT 1
He appreciated not being pressured about his refusal. He'd met a few people that had called him out for being against drinking. He supposed that he was in a sense, too new to human life to find the appeal in losing yourself to alcohol. He had plenty of fun without. Maybe if things were different then he'd try it out. Maybe if his problems had been more overwhelming or if life wasn't as fun as he'd assumed it to be, then yes, he'd probably be a raging drunk, but as he was now, it was completely unnecessary in his eyes.
His blue eyes studied the man for a moment. It hadn't occurred to him that he might be interrupted the other's 'me time', but Bram gave no indication that he didn't want company, so Cato was happy to stay and look out over the bridge and down the tracks as far as he could see. His nocturnal vision was pretty good since he was a cat, and it was a nice night out. It made a small smile form across his lips. "Do you come here often?"
Bram. He would commit the name and face to memory. Cato blinked once when Bram burped, his expression unreadable for a moment before he shook his head and gave a small laugh himself. "Not the first time I've seen someone burp after drinking," he admitted. It didn't bother him any. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Well, he'd just asked one, but he had another in mind.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Jun 15, 2019 12:00:43 GMT 1
Bram didn’t care if Cato didn’t want to drink, of course he was glad not everyone had that attitude or he would be out of business, and right now he was sort of pleased the cat refused because it meant more for himself. By the end of the night Bram could see himself being pleasantly drunk but he had enough common sense to make sure he got home safe before he was too wasted, no burning up in the morning sun for Bram. ‘Hiding in bins isn’t fun twice.’ he said to himself thoughtfully and then glanced back to Cato when the catman spoke asking if he came here much.
‘Sounds like a chat up line.’ Bram thought to himself amusedly, of course he knew it wasn’t, he just heard it used in that way a lot around the bar. “Not sure how I came here this time.” Bram said with a growled laugh and took another swig of beer, he had just taking himself out and went walking, kept walking, followed the train line until he ended up here. All Bram did know was that home wasn’t too far (unless booze had messed up his sense of smell) and that he probably would come back again, as the view was indeed good. “Think will come back though.” he added with a smile, it was oddly peaceful.
Ignore the burping at it was at least. Bram felt he should apologise though he still found it funny and was happy to see Cato did too, for if the cat was going to be one of those straight edge and overly polite, rule concerned types, well he could just get lost… Bram didn’t plan on changing his behaviour to please a stranger, and as he already thought, he was on the bridge first so Cato should leave if he didn’t like something.
As for asking a question, Bram shrugged, “Depends what it is. ‘How old are yo?’ that would be dumb and pointless as I don’t know.” he said with a nod and drank some more. “You already know my name so don’t need to ask that…” Pretty much anything else Bram was open to answering so he wasn’t really sure why he stated he might not. “What’s the question?” he asked after a small pause.
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on Jun 26, 2019 17:44:53 GMT 1
If he'd been a dramatic person he might have been mortified to know Bram was associating his question with those often used at his bar. The shifter had never been in a relationship, nor had he even bothered to entertain the thought. There hadn't been any Jaguars where he'd grown up. Well, there had been, but they'd all disappeared which was why he'd ended up with Florence. Anyway, the point of the matter was, Cato wouldn't know where to start when it came to chatting someone up in such a fashion. If anything, he would have been an awkward mess.
Soft blue eyes blinked once as the man stated he wasn't sure how he'd ended up here. Had he really been drinking that much, or was he pulling Cato's leg? As it was, Cato was fairly easy going, so he simply nodded and kept looking out along the tracks. He kind of wished a train would come flashing by, just so he could see it up close. He'd never ridden a train before. Probably best not to try it at this moment. Seemed safer to ride on the inside. "It's not too bad of a spot," he commented after the guy said he'd probably come back. Cato wouldn't mind it either, but he wasn't too sure how many passes he'd be allowed to have. If they were limited, he wanted to save them for special events. A day out in the town had been well worth it though.
He didn't see the point in asking the man his age. And apparently, it was pointless to Bram as well since he guy didn't know. That seemed to be a common trend for those residing around this area. And yes, they'd already exchaged names. "You have two scents. You smell like a wolf," he stated. "But there's something else there. What is it?" Maybe knowing would help to stop throwing his senses off.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Jun 27, 2019 10:42:01 GMT 1
Bram tilted his head a little as Cato commented it was not ‘too bad’ up here, did that mean he liked it or not? Would he be coming back? If he decided he would then Bram felt like he would need to find another quiet place to just hang out and relax, not that he thought the other man bad company, he didn’t really have a strong opinion of the guy either way, but the hybrid liked to be by himself sometimes, just his beer and his thoughts. Some worry and a fair amount of drunkenness was making him feel like ‘alone' was something he needed to get used to again, because who would really want a nutty hybrid flashing around their newborn baby? It might last a few months, maybe a year, but forever? Taking another swig, Bram was rapidly downing the contents.
So the question was the other scent? “Booze?” he replied with a grin, joking of course, he figured the guy meant the vampire in him. “Vampire. Bram is a hybrid. Shouldn’t be a hybrid as things don’t mix, but I am real, bloody fucking awesome too.” he said with a nod and quickly finished his beer and dropped the bottle again to hear the satisfying smash echo into the night. “Heh, still spiky.” he mused and then refocused to Cato.
“What kind of kitty are you?” Scent said he was a cat but didn’t say what kind. “oh, are you a leopard?” he seemed good at climbing and leopards were good climbers, even while pregnant he thought Daisy seemed to shimmy up a tree with little issue. ‘Heh, shimmy… Funny word.’ Bram thought to himself then hiccuped and went to get another beer from the case.
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Post by CATO NIKOLAOS GREY on Jun 30, 2019 1:43:09 GMT 1
Cato had started shaking his head when realized that Bram was joking. His gaze lowered and he rubbed the back of his neck feeling a bit sheepish. He referred to himself in the third person and it through Cato for a loop. The jaguar was just too polite to point out as much. No need to go stepping on someone's toes. Cato could box all day, but there was a huge difference between organized fighting and street fighting. A ref could call the fight whenever they saw fit, but on the streets, it was every man for themselves.
Vampire. Cato looked genuinely surprised. Vampires and werewolves didn't mix. He had to catch himself from leaning in closer and giving the other a quick sniff. Even Bram agreed they didn't mix. Not that it mattered since the guy had declared himself 'real, bloody fucking awesome.' A smile curled his lips before he found himself in a small fit of laughter. He wasn't laughing at Bram by no means. He just found the other's confidence admirable, if not entertaining. That was one hell of a way to describe one's self. Cato was way too modest to be that bold. His gaze followed the bottle to the ground. "What's spiky," he asked, his gaze still on the ground as the foam disappear. Night vision was excellent, especially when hunting at night.
He shook his head as the hybrid asked if he were a leopard. He could distinguish between the scents, but it seemed Bram could not. "Jaguar," he answered. Or a black panther as most referred to at first appearance. It was common considering his black fur, but if one looked close enough they could see the markings that determined him to be a jaguar and not another of the big cat species. He glanced at the other male as he retrieved yet another beer. Cato was counting three, but it was none of his business to dictate how many alcoholic beverages the other male consumed.
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Jun 30, 2019 12:02:18 GMT 1
If Bram had a third scent then booze was going to be it, alcohol was the only really effective method Bram had found to keep his species somewhat cooperative with each other, both wanting and needing very different things to keep the inner beasts satisfied. Although the meds he was on helped, they couldn’t block out the one thing that really drove him a bit hyper, which was where the beer came into effect. You can’t be too moon-drunk if you are already drunk-drunk.
So, despite being a joke it was sort of a true joke and Bram kept a smile to his face, he was glad Cato found it equally funny but not quite realising it was the self declaration of being awesome that brought the big cat into laughter more than the booze comment. The hybrid was never complimented back in his slave time, and when he got praise in resident days in Manson he somewhat turned into a happy little lap dog rather than be the wolf he is, and the vain vampire in him fulled a need to hear it more too. But when you still don’t get it enough, why not just say it to yourself? Bram sincerely believed he wasn’t saying anything that wasn’t true anyway.
As for what was spiky, Bram almost replied but stopped himself short. “The colou..sound?” Was what came out, which probably didn’t clarify things much. Bram was starting to like this guy, he didn’t want to come across too weird by explaining how he could see sounds, especially since so many had made it so clear that this was a pretty strange thing to be able to do. But was saying the sound was spiky looking any better?
“Bram sees sounds. Bottle breaking is all spiky white.” he said shortly after, grinning again. Because ‘Sod it’ Came one opinion. Bram knew he had never been normal, he rather Cato like or hate him for him than something he was trying to be, or not be.
With the other beer in hand Bram took off the top easily and downed a quarter in one go while he waited for Cato to reply, which he did, simply but it still interested the hybrid. “Oh… awesome!” he said and went a little quiet, really tempted to ask to see it but that was probably a bad idea. As quiet as it was up here, it would be his bad luck that a car would drive past just as Cato shifted. “I like cats. They are like canines but different.” Truthfully, Daisy was the only other he had met until Cato but based on her, he had no reason to think a Jaguar would be any less nice.
Looking to his bottle a moment Bram then glanced to Cato. He felt a little bad sitting here downing drinks, like he should at least offer again or something else. “You sure you don’t want a beer? Is really good, Bram only gets the best. Or something else? I know a good place. Does all things, not just booze.” If Cato was new around here, he might not have been to Carpe, for sure never met the owner.
‘Might put him off for life if he finds out.’ Chuckling to himself, Bram drank some more. Pretty damn confident that actually Cato thought he was amazing.
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