``such a sweet A D D I C T I O N

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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The day blurred, going numb around the edges, colors slurring, slurring right before her eyes. She felt as if she were a stone, stuck, caught in the earth while time moved on and on, a river as unstoppable as death; she could no more grab onto lucidity, could no more hold onto that physicality than she could return home. Pain clenched her heart, brought her down into the abysmal darkness of her haunting nightmares. Day light wasn't safe -- nothing was safe. This place, this terrible, lonely place -- why was she here? Why did it have to be so far from home? So far from everything she's ever known? She took no comfort that others were similarly afflicted; Rin, cold, dark Rin, poor, misunderstood Rin. Her lips curled, fingers tightening on the pen she had in her hand -- sitting still merely provoked the restlessness, ignited the loneliness a hundred fold. The longer she sat, the longer she stared at an empty paper knowing that no matter what courage she could gather she could never send it.... could never even bear looking at it....

Three years later and she was nothing, still empty -- a cup waiting to filled, to be acknowledged. The secret yearning for touch, for family, for this disease which polluted her veins and made her wish for a home where they all feared her -- this noxious idea, this terrible, terrible wish... Rin shuddered, her narrow little shoulders looking more birdlike than wolf. Yet what difference did it make? She was no bird to coo and sing -- she was a monster, a predator. Goddamn it! she hisses, tongue caught between teeth to silence the frustration, to stopper the well of tears that lingered beneath the surface. Cold? Dignified? Indifferent? She would laugh if it wouldn't make her cry!

Sliding forward, arms pillowing her face on the desk, Rin curled her shoes about the edges of the chair, feeling as if the world kept moving, moving without her. Dangerous thoughts, that seeped into the wolf's mind, awoke her more fiercely than any call would have done. Pride, anger -- no, wrath, something deeper, darker, insidious as oil seeping over milk-white skin. What was this weakness in herself? This madness that ached at once to render her to pieces and to comfort her? This darkness, this duality would tear her soul in twain, destroy what was left of her humanity. Eventually she would be nothing but wolf -- she knew, she felt it in her bones, felt the horror of that incident, the little snippets of memory which come to her mind. They told her again and again that it would never happen again, never -- she was in control. Yes... control... what a laugh. Control? Fingers clenching, Rin sat straight up, shoulders quivering with tension, ignoring the addictive impulse to shed her skin, to fall obliquely into the wolf's indifference, the wolf's own form of madness.

Sometimes she convinced herself that the world of flesh and blood was a thing to be avoided, managed to truly convince herself that her other shape, her other desires as painful as they were delightful were but figments of her imagination. So that, when she fell asleep, she could smile -- until the ravages of her cravings destroyed her. When every person had a heart beat that called to her ears, when every woman and child looked at her with eyes of prey. When the world did as it was doing now: sliding out from under her feet, blurring together the minutes, the hours, the sunlight crossing over into the spiritual realm and leaving her in the dark.

Wolf -- it clamored under her skin, agitated, restless. Let's run! But where, where? Where in this island could she find a quiet place, a dark place to mirror the darkness in herself? When there are only buildings, only shopping malls and others her age smiling and smiling. Didn't they have the same problem? Didn't they know what it was like to be pulled in two different directions? Or was she simply sick? Was her mind corrupted and polluted? The wolf growled; the woman's lips curled up in a sneer. Grabbing her dorm keys from the table she nearly flew out of the hall, her feet taking her down winding hallways, through closed doors, out into the vicious openness of the campus. Somewhere, somewhere. Please, please; like a drug, it pulsed on her tongue, a heart beat to mirror her desire, to slake the unending thirst. An addiction this popping of bones, this punishment for being who she was. Again and again, giving in to the wolf, submitting to the pain, to the freedom, to glimpse through her eyes a world free of doubt. The wolf spilled into her tilted eyes, a feral need gnawing at the edges of her sanity. Where, where? Like the next hit of ecstasy, waiting, waiting for reaching hands to greedily take it into the body. What price would she pay for this hit, this drug that slid through her bones like grease, made her more satiated than any sexual touch on her skin.

With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned the front of her shirt, her heart hammering in her throat in commingled fear and desire -- to be caught? Was this wrong? Should she be giving in? She didn't know, didn't know! What was this school? She didn't know! Didn't care -- hah hah! -- fumbling over buttons, she kept herself out of obvious sight, behind a few trees, but she knew she was dancing with fire: would she be burned? Breath trembling on the air, head giddy with this need to feel pain, this need to fulfill this madness (Wolf be at peace!) she fought with the shirt, taking it off.

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word count;; 967
tags;; Vince, open ;3
OOC;; Debut post! ^^

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[Vincenzo Porascetti]

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

The clock in Vince's dorm was getting increasingly more agitating and annoying by the second. He was sitting in his room trying to write a letter home to his parents. Normally, this would not be a problem as his heartfelt letters back home usually just took a couple of minutes. When he wrote to his family, he wrote quite a bit and made sure that it was perfect before sending it off. Vince sometimes was a perfectionist, and when it came to writing to his loved ones, he wanted to make sure he fit everything, EVERYTHING, in.

Vince had never met a family that was as close as his own. He and his family had done everything together and there was not hatred to be found anywhere. He lived in a normal family with a mom and a dad as well as two brothers and a sister. In his letters, he made sure that there was for each of them to read and reply to as he had so much to say to each and every one of them. He loved them and wished that he could be with them more often than he was instead of being burdened with this stupid ability and having to move to a totally new environment.

This new ability of his had caused him more pain than ease. He thought at first that it might be cool and he was actually excited for a bit. That feeling instantly died down after a couple of shifts. He really didn't like it all that much anymore. It was great in the sense that he could shift and live life without people knowing that the coyote in the distance was actually Vincenzo Porescetti, however being forced against his will to move to a remote island with others of his "kind" and the fear of being found at any moment by the norms was not reassuring. The students were constantly reminded that if they were caught, no good can come from it. Vince hoped he would never have to worry about that day.

After a total of 38 minutes, Vince had finally finished his letter. He read it over a couple of times, nodded in his own approval, and decided it was time to send it. He looked around for his keys and stuffed them into his jean pocket. It was a cool day outside but he didn't think that it was cool enough to wear a sweater, so he decided against the idea. He changed into a new t-shirt which he wasn't exactly sure he liked, but he tossed it on anyway. He had everything he needed, so he opened the door, walked out, and locked it behind him as he started his trek to the mailbox.

He was in a very good mood today. It was just one of those days where he woke up in a good mood and it lasts as the day goes on. He looked around along his path. Maybe he didn't hate this school as much as he thought. Scratch that, he didn't hate this school at all. He loved it. He just wished that his friends and family could be with him to share this experience. His parents could have this ability, they should teach here! Though he knew that was impossible. His siblings will probably have this ability too eventually, so maybe they would be joining him. Only time will tell.

He was almost to his destination when his sensitive hearing picked up sounds from behind a tree a couple feet away from him. He pin pointed the tree and took a couple of steps back, trying not to be obvious. He was very curious and needed to find out what was going on. He still couldn't see who it was or what was going on, so he positioned himself in a way where he could.

He could now see who it was. It was a beautiful girl roughly his age and size. Her soft, silky looking black hair rustling about in the breeze. Vince had never seen her before and, because of his personality, was very interested in meeting her. However, she seemed to be doing something. Something very odd and strange. This interested Vince even more. He got a little closer, though leaned against the building as if waiting for someone to come so that he didn't look suspicious. It seemed as though she was unbuttoning her top. What the heck was she doing? The vibe she was giving off was a harsh vibe and he wasn't sure he wanted anything to do with her.

He was very curious though and really wanted to know what was going on. She seemed confused and untamed and was wondering if she was fighting something. He really couldn't make a guess though. He chose the option to disrupt whatever it was she was doing (going against his gut). He saw a frisbee lying on the floor a couple feet away and picked it up, throwing it towards her but high enough to not hit her head on. He had great aim and was aiming for the tree above where she was standing. He would go and talk with her when he went to get the frisbee, acting as if he threw it there by accident.

He really needed to learn to mind his own business.




W O R D S;; 892
T A G;; Rin!
N O T E S;; Soooo I'm no where near as good a writer as you lol
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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She was losing control, giving it all away without looking, without thinking; just throwing away the chains: each little button that popped out of her shirt was another level of freedom. Just a little further, just another frantic heartbeat of insecurity, and she'd be fine. The wolf was howling, clamoring in her head as if it would physically claw itself out of her chest, proclaim itself master and destroy the girl within. She was nothing without the wolf, now. Nothing... nothing... just this, this druggie, pathetic and trembling, on the verge of dissembling. Control -- so important to her, so precious, and yet so easily taken away. There was nothing left now but the want, the sheer, heady delicious want that clouded her vision. She needed the fix, needed the change, needed to get out of this place, these false clothes, this false skin. The wolf rising, rising, pushing out of her consciousness, away from the dream world, becoming real, like flesh, like blood -- like the goddamn buttons that wouldn't undo fast enough.

Frustration made her growl, a snarl inhuman and terrible thundering up such a delicate throat; turned away, thank god from her watcher -- or he would have seen, would have known her inner turmoil for what it was: madness. Her lips turned in an ugly sneer, baring teeth, fat blunt human teeth as if she were nothing but the wolf, nothing but that awful, terrible --- gods, how beautiful still! -- manifestation of her insanity. Let this be a dream! she hopes, but it is not, and her arms aren't working right, her fingers turning into putty. Tears are close to the surface, squeezing out, each traitorous bastard hurting, burning, falling down forcefully, making her the effigy of pity, of stupidity. Tension radiates from her shoulders, slithers down the length of her spine.

The wolf is not amused by this display of weakness. It is master here, not her, no ... never her. Uncontrollable. Raging mongrel. Disastrous pride and will power coalescing in a woman too used to submitting to family hierarchy. What was she in comparison to that? A giant tide of persuasion nearly buckled her knees; her breath caught, her eyes closed tight. "Okay, okay!" she says in frustration as the shirt finally falls away from her, away from her fingers. Pants, pants, pants ---

Jeans unsnap easily under the force of her desperation, parting with a harsh grating sound of the zipper. Almost there-----almost--------almost -----------------almost -------! The wolf lunges forward in her mind, snaps it's jaws. Intruder. -- and the girl whirls around her eyes wide with fear, the black pupils dilating almost painfully as she trembled and quivered, snapping this way and that, landing on the Frisbee. With feral ease she lunges for it, grabs it in her fingers and tosses it back, heart pounding as she scrambles for her shirt -- the damned thing! Panting, voice hoarse, tripping over vowels she calls, "W-w...wait! Pl--ease!

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Stupid girl. The wolf admonishes -- what is there to be embarrassed about? What need was there to cower and hide? Ashamed? Snarling fangs find themselves haunting her inner eye; she jerks away from the cover of trees, trying to shove her arms through the shirt as she turns her back on the direction. "Who's there? Why are you here?"

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Better to run -- yes, run; and the wolf is there again, un-tamable and fierce, unwilling to be cast aside from something so trivial as fear of discovery. Yes. Let us run. --- No. No. No! But the wolf will not be outdone, not for something she has been craving, wanting, for hours. No, days even. To be so denied right at the pinnacle of climax? Hah, hah! The world is blurring, on the edges of changing, but the girl, poor Rin, is holding onto reality with both hands, struggling, please, don't. Not now.
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word count;; 651
tags;; Vince, open ;3
OOC;; Pah, lies and slander xD

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[Vincenzo Porascetti]

Vince had second thoughts after he threw that frisbee. There were now three different outcomes that could happen because of it, them being 1) He meets her and they become great friends and have a good time, 2) He meets her, she gives him back the frisbee, they have an awkward conversation and they part without any intention of meeting again, or 3) He meets her and she blasts him for throwing the frisbee at her and he has to endure her screams. He was hoping for anything but the third outcome, but he was bracing himself either way.

He started his trek over to her, but by the time he got halfway there he noticed that she picked up the frisbee and threw it back towards him with force. He caught it but he knew that she was upset. He was hoping that she wouldn't get too crazy, as he was still going to go and explain himself. He noticed that she was trying to shove her t-shirt back on quickly, and she did, but it kind of turned him on. He was ashamed of himself.

"Who's there? Why are you here?" She said in a mysterious way. Not the types of sentences that he wanted to hear right now. Shoot, he really shouldn't have disrupted her but he can't back out now. He was just going to try and be as friendly as could be and hope that good comes out of it. Though at this point, he wasn't really sure what to expect with this mysterious student.

"Oh, I was just playing Frisbee with a buddy and I misjudged my throw." He said pointing in the distance at a fake partner. He turned back to her and smiled, though his smile slowly faded as he realized that she was not in a smiling mood right now. Hopefully a couple of minutes with Vince would change her mood, but again, he wasn't sure. He decided to follow up his statement with an apology. "I'm sorry if I disrupted something," he said sincerely.

He was very confused with this girl, but it would've been very rude of him to not introduce himself now that this whole ordeal had occurred. "I'm Vince," he said holding out his hand to hopefully shake with his peer. He was very interested in getting to know this individual a little further as she was definitely struggling with something. Being the helpful and snoopy character that this Italian boy is known to be, he couldn't help but to want to continue the conversation.

He stood there waiting for her to reply. Waiting for her to accept his apology or completely blast him so hard that his hair would move. He was waiting for anything, but he just wanted something to happen.




W O R D S;; 462
T A G;; Rin!
N O T E S;; Ahaha imagine.
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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This is more than war, more than one agonizing battle over the body, over the very terrain that had been given to the girl at birth. What she had, what she was made of was threatened by the sheer force of the wolf. Would she be slave? She didn't know, didn't know, and the fear became her strength, became the source of her control as she leashed the wolf, as she held back the change -- no begging, no need, for the boy was coming (for she had noticed finally his physical presence before her) and he would see. Her eyes drop to the floor, unable to meet his eyes as the wolf huffs around and sulks in her head, a steady thrum of presence quite clear that the wolf was not gone, simply waiting, simply stalking. There were so many weaknesses in her mind, easy pickings for a creature born for the hunt, aching for the freedom of running. Swallowing thickly, the girl who was often eclipsed by the sheer might of the wolf, looked particularly fragile in the aftermath of this struggle; lips trembling from unshed tears, eyes wide and shocked, fingertips fumbling for purchase on her jeans as she hunched her shoulders around her, unwilling to look behind at the boy, at the face of it's owner.

Who was he? Had he seen? Panic silenced her, though his easy response should have calmed her, should have forced her to rationality. Instead, she appeared frazzled, confused, her eyebrows sloped downward toward the center as she peered at him over her narrow shoulder. "You saw, didn't you?" she asked, her voice strangely sure when the rest of her insides were quivering from anxiety. She zipped her pants up, feeling more secure with her clothes properly attached; took a twisted and mildly masochistic comfort from the fact that the wolf was near, that it was prowling waiting.

Co-dependency never made her feel more ashamed than this moment when she longed at once to push the wolf away from her forever, and to draw it close and bury her fingers in it's fur. She feared it's power, feared the way it erased her own voice, destroyed her sense of self, and yet -- when it turned those fangs away from her, when those eyes seemed to be fading from her memory, she felt a new spurt of fear. For in the end, what was she without the wolf? Goosebumps rose up along her bared arms, and she rubs them, trying to soothe her anxious, knotting nerves, trying to appear calm, to appear normal. Yes, normal. As if nothing were happening. As if it were usual to find a girl taking her clothes off right outside of a building. As if this ... happened... every day... Nose twitching, she couldn't help but take in his scent, feeling it tickle her nose as it seeped into the warped synapses of her brain. So strange this contrast, hiding out behind a building on a tropical island with the scent of burning sand in her nose, of open air; he had the smell of dry heat radiating off of him, tangible and palpable turning her mind from her fear. Curiosity was taking it's place, though outsiders were nothing to be curious about.

Wolf nature made her almost haughty when she finally managed to conquer her fear, when she finally turned toward him and reached for his hand looking almost quizzical as her smaller hand slipped in against his palm. Eclipsed: what a surprise. A fleeting smile, amusement quickly drowned under the weight of the consequences of her action. What was she going to do if he told on her? The wolf snickered, Follow him. Make sure he doesn't tell. So rational. So cold. So heartless.

A heaviness seemed to coil about her chest, pressuring her heart as she pondered these suggestions, tilted her head up, the dark seemingly unfathomable depths of her dark eyes regarding him for a silent moment before offering in return, a quickly uttered, "Rin." -- a heartbeat later she withdrew her hand, not particularly liking the heat that seemed to crawl up her arm. Intimidate him, the wolf snarls, gaping her fangs; the woman hesitates, raising her eyes again as she tilts her head, unable to keep her gaze steady on him in nervousness -- so easy her guilt, to be seen, and acknowledged. She was giving in to wanton urges, following a very real voice in her head that shouldn't exist. Instincts had become another entity entirely; Rin despaired of a peaceful semester.

"You..." she frowned and reached out as if she would grab his shirt, then paused and stopped, "You won't tell, right? You'll just pretend you didn't see anything." So haughty for one so unsure. Her voice trembled slightly on the edges, an undercurrent of uncertainty cutting through the confidence she tried to project. How awkward. She frowned and cursed quietly under her breath turning her face away from him. This was going nowhere fast and all she was doing was digging a grave for herself. Maybe he hadn't seen anything any way and she was just going to fuel his curiosity. Goddamn it all. Break him.

If she could have, Rin would have laughed.

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word count;; 878
tags;; Vince ;3
OOC;; Could she be any more awkward? >>' this was a little hard to write xD

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[Vincenzo Porascetti]

He sense the panic that she was now feeling. Why was she so scared? Why was she panicking? He meant her no harm? What was with this girl? If he were any other boy (or girl for that matter) he knew that they would just walk away with Frisbee in hand. He however, was how a normal boy or girl and he wanted to do the exact opposite. He wanted to find out everything and more about this spectacular piece of human and wanted to do it now. He was oddly interested in the combination of beauty and worry that was churned inside of her. He needed to know. He just had to.

"You saw, didn't you?" These were the first words out of her mouth. See! You see!! There was something with this girl that was just so interesting and mysterious. Instead of a normal greeting, she whispers these four words. Vince thought about the three outcomes that he was waiting for and he could now rule out the one that had been worrying him since the disc left his hand, number 3. He would not get yelled at by this girl (at least he didn't think) and was now waiting on either outcome one or two. Time would tell which it would be, but for now, he was figuring it might be closer to outcome two than one, just based on the personality that she was hosting.

These words cut through him like a knife. It was obvious that she was doing something private and did not want to be noticed and did not want to be discovered. The fact that someone did see her (i.e. HIM) was very discomforting to her, and now very discomforting to Vince. He did in fact see her doing...whatever she was doing, but how to go about telling her was something that he was unsure about. He didn't want to flat out say "I sure did see you stripping and struggling behind a tree, absolutely!" You've got to be kidding me. There was a much easier way to handle this, and Vince could definitely figure it out.

"Look," he started off, "I'm going to apologize again, but I indeed saw you behind this tree tampering with your clothing." He bit his lip before continuing because he felt as if this was one of those times that he should've thought before speaking. He had a lot of trouble with this and was trying to work on it, but he wasn't making much progress obviously. He quickly followed up by saying, "I really don't have any idea what you were doing though." Thinking as if it would make her feel a bit better. Though those words can also make her feel a bit worse. Oh why was he cursed with this horrid act of stupidity that he put in play over and over again daily. Just think damnit!

He realized that his hand was still out waiting to be shaken, and indeed the character before him sputtered out "Rin" before shaking his hand. Rin. That was a very interesting name. Everything about this girl is just so oddly fascinating and he wasn't sure how much he liked it. Then again, he did think way too hard and way too much about particular individuals. I guess Rin was no exception. He noticed that she was looking deep into his eyes now. What was she doing? Should he be scared of this being?

He was beginning to think that she would never speak again until words started pouring out of her mouth. Scared and frightened words in the form of a question. "You won't tell, right? You'll just pretend you didn't see anything." He quickly smiled. Obviously she didn't know Vince. He may be a snoop, but never a gossiper. He would never tell someones secret, and obviously this was a secret that she didn't want to be told. That was fine with him. "Of course not," he said "it's yours to tell and only yours." Though who was he kidding, she wasn't going to tell. What he meant by that though was how the only person that should be able to tell that story, if anyone, was her. And that is how it is going to be.

A bit of awkwardness passed between them and Vince had had enough of it. He coughed slightly and positioned himself with his arms crossed standing in front of her, "So, what exactly were you doing? If you don't mind me asking." Anyone seen stripping behind a tree was bound to be asked this question. Would she answer it? He didn't know. Would she say more than three words? He didn't know. What was it about this girl? He just didn't know.


W O R D S;; 790
T A G;; Rin!
N O T E S;; Vince is such a curious person ahaha
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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Whether she dreamed, or she lived, whether she was walking, sitting, or running (running!) it was the mountains which unfolded before Rin's eyes. It was the return to those beautiful paths, that cold crisp winter, to feel the snow on her skin, that sense of kinship, that sense of home that she yearned for. It was the home she chased when she turned her shape, when her wolf took control of her body and they ran until they could run no more. Her paws would bleed, her breath would flag, sides heaving, sweat-slicked and rough. Her ears would droop, her bones would ache -- but she would keep on running, past the exhilaration, keep running until she dropped, until her heart felt as if it would burst from within her chest. It's all that mattered, that running, that freedom to keep on going, to reach for that goal at the end of her flight, the end of her exhaustion; dizzy and nauseous, lingering just out of sight, just out of reach. That home, yes, yes, home. Take me home. The wolf thinks, yearning as the girl yearns for familiarity, for dark forests, and bright blinding glares bouncing off the snow covered hills. She ached to smell the pollen of spring in her nose, to feel the dirt squirming under her nails, to know that scent, yes that special scent of wood that supported the house. Even the fear, she would even welcome the steady wariness of her family if she could be back with them one more time.

The Wolf wasn't a sadistic creature, as cats were. She did not torment her host simply for the sake of tormenting; she ached in her bones for a place that didn't reek of blossoms, that didn't have the heavy tang of sand and salt water. Wolf, yes, the Wolf, the girl, were one in this single-minded mourning of a pack lost, a strength gone, filled with a certain loneliness that only the Wolf seemed determined to fill. So she would run until she could not stand it anymore; it was the mountains in her heart that she wanted to smell, to see. It was the mountains and the top of her house that the girl wanted most to see; to see Taro smiling, waving at the edge of the gate. To see Kimi making faces and running away. Yet these things would never happen. The Wolf would continue to be denied; the girl would continue to live without her precious brother. Without that steady love, and that steady regard.

She was bereft, here, in this Hawaiian place, this island, a prison more formidable for the large expanse of sea crashing on each angle. She could run, she knew, but eventually she would hit the edge of the island, would find sand digging between her toes, would hear the crashing sound of the ocean drowning out her thoughts, her heart beat. What a terrible, lonely sound the water made. What a terrible, lonely existence spread itself out before her. It was homesickness, but nothing that others would truly understand. With a heavy heart, she had tried to escape. With a broken heart, she tried to put the pieces back together, to keep herself from snapping at him -- for what had he ever really done to her? The Wolf offered a path, but the girl would not take that one, fearing his absence would bring his wayward companion (ahh, little girl, lift your nose and find the truth of this white lie!) and things would simply complicate themselves further.

Vince was aware of the silence falling heavily between them, like a weapon thrown at their feet, waiting for the first to lunge for it; Rin, distant, hollow Rin barely recognized it. The Wolf thought. The Girl felt her heart racing, calming, then racing again. His scent distracted her, dry heat radiating off of him in gentle, but persistent waves. She felt it was a cloying, live thing, come to hook into her nose and lead her astray; nose twitched, nostrils flaring slightly as she tried to ignore it, but much like the sand he smelled like, it trickled into every crevice, invading, invading. So, what exactly were you doing? If you don't mind me asking.

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She startles, her eyes rising up again, heart in her throat --- and for a forbidden moment thought about sharing, thought about drawing him back toward the trees, to shifting, to holding that beautiful feral shape. Would he run? She almost hoped so -- a wicked delight, amusing and mischievous, flashing through her usually timid heart. Though the girl was inclined toward prey, the Wolf had sunk deep into her consciousness over the three years after her awakening, and she had changed, altered, become more predator than prey, more monster than victim -- and never spoke aloud the little voice in her head that said she liked it. That she was addicted to the flood of power that seized her soul, her body, thrusting itself forward, invoking fear. There were times when she spent weeks in Wolf's flesh, her human mind slowly deteriorating under the force of feeding, feeding, feeding.

Rin laughs, nervously, one hand rising up to tangle up in her dark hair, eyes almost like a cats as she warms up to the subject, as she grows comfortable -- what was there to be ashamed of, right? Right? She had her clothes on now. Awkwardness slowly began to fall away from her as thoughts of the run warmed her limbs, made her vigorous and restless. A smile, genuine this time, only a slight amount of embarrassment meddling with the corners. "I was going to go for a run. I didn't mean to freak. I just get antsy in new places, heh." Her eyes shifted down, and sideways, landing on the Frisbee for a thoughtful moment before bouncing back up and blurting out before losing courage, "Do you want to come?"

Gesturing toward the Frisbee, she added, self-consciously, "I know your friend is probably waiting, but if you want to, I wouldn't mind at all. It's more fun if there's someone else there, right?" Lies, lies, lies -- the Wolf snarled in her head. But one thing was for certain: Rin didn't want to be alone.
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word count;; 1051
tags;; Vince ^^
OOC;; ah, Rin. She's a dumb ass. Never occurred to her that he could be a rabbit. Or a bug. LOL

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[Vincenzo Porascetti]

He almost sensed that this girl wanted him to leave. He wasn't very good at "reading" people per say, however something about the way she was acting and the vibe she was giving off shouted "LEAVE ME ALONE." That was too bad for that vibe though because he wasn't going to. Not until he learned more about this interesting student and got to know her a bit better. He said it over and over again, however he was really interested in this mysterious character and did not want to leave until he had answers.

The question, once asked, involving questioning what it was she was doing seemed to startle and hurt Rin. He wasn't sure what kind of a secret she was keeping, and he didn't need to know, however it seemed like something was wrong, and he really wanted to know what it was and if there was anyway he could help. Vince found it amazing how people could still feel like they have a big "secret" knowing that this entire school already knows that they can shapeshift (since everyone in the school can). Was there something bigger? Something more to this tragedy? He wasn't sure, but he really hoped that the secret wasn't her animal shift, as that would just be ridiculous as he already knew about it.

WHAT!! Could it be?? Did Rin just...smile!? He swear he saw it and, in fact, there it was on her face. He knew it! She is a human after all and not some zombie from who knows where that was stricken of their smiling abilities. He was so happy to see a smile that he smiled too. He couldn't help it and it may have made her feel more uncomfortable, but he really was happy for her all of a sudden. How can this girl do so much to the mind of Vince from the 10 minutes they've been talking so far? It was beyond him.

"I was going to go for a run. I didn't mean to freak. I just get antsy in new places, heh."

[/color] She told him. He was a bit puzzled as he didn't quite understand. She was going for a run, got antsy from being in a new place, so stripped behind a tree? Something was missing to this puzzle and he was definitely going to find it. Actually, there were probably a lot of pieces missing to this puzzle, but all he wanted to do was find one that was a perfect match to the empty space. That was his goal and, for someone who never quits on something, this may be his goal for a while.

It was what she said next that was really shocking to Vince for some reason. She asked "Do you want to come?" He was a little surprised that she asked but very thankful that she did. Now he knew that this was more going to be outcome one, than two. Oh good day. He was excited now. All of these emotions he was now feeling were meant to be hidden, but he felt as if there may have been a time or two where Rin could've figured that he was feeling a bit too interested in her. He hoped this wasn't the case but you never know with girls.

"Ya, for sure." He said nodding his head. He then watched as Rin pointed to the Frisbee and added in, "I know your friend is probably waiting, but if you want to, I wouldn't mind at all. It's more fun if there's someone else there, right?" This was true. Being alone was no fun, and, dare he say, boring. He hated when this was the case and if he could help someone get out of a stage of boredum then he will be the first one to help. He quickly replied, "I totally agree, and I'm sure my friend won't mind." He smiled again. Of course his non-existent friend wouldn't mind. Was there any doubt.

He looked into his hand at the letter. Shoot! He had almost forgotten about that. He wondered if she would be up for a walk to the mailbox first before starting on the trek that she wanted to take. Just so he can hand in that letter and make sure it gets sent. He politely asked, "Would you be up for a quick errand first?" He waved the letter in his hand telling her that he had to send it with the action. "I'll be two seconds and it's not a far walk. We can go wherever you want after that. He smiled again.

So Vince smiles a lot, sue him. He was interested to see where this would lead.

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W O R D S;; 930
T A G;; Rin!
N O T E S;; Ahaha it didn't occur to her did it They'll probably end up discussing this a bit later so she'll find out soon enough!
C R E D I T;; hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0
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[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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It was Vince's charm, she would later find out for herself, to bring people out of their shells. Where she might have struggled a little more, snarled and raged -- perhaps even snapped at him and run away, instead she found herself almost trying to be better, trying to get to know him. It was an easy charisma he held without even trying, a magic spell that lasted only as long as he was around, but it was fun, and enchanting, and she found herself easing despite the angry ravages of the Wolf prowling in her mind. He was safe -- and if he judged her, he was hiding it well. Instead, she felt welcomed, felt as if the interest he showed had everything to do with her, and not just her strange, if slightly embarrassing actions.

If he was suspicious, she ignored it, focusing instead on the smile, on the posture of his shoulders -- he was calm, and it seemed to feed her anxiety, soothing the hackles that had been rising along her neck. Perhaps if it had been someone else, she would have quickly withdrawn and regretted her request, hoping fervently said friend would mind. But he just seemed so damned sincere, holding out that proverbial golden cup for her, waiting for her to take it; so she did, without looking back, knowing the Wolf knew the game, knew how to stalk and wait. The Wolf could snarl all it wanted, but with him watching, Rin felt a fresh surge of strength to fight it back. He wanted to run, and her eyes gleamed with the easy child-like delight it fed her to know he didn't want to just walk away from her. He wanted to stay, to run -- and it was this constant reference that kept the Wolf down, for now, for now.

But her inner turmoil didn't matter because her exterior was melting, shifting away from the hostile frigidity of their meeting; her eyes were warming, the pitch black looking less cold, less hostile, even if the intensity within the iris had only changed direction. Instead she watched him like a predator watches another, instinctive and observing, noting the mild nuances of posture. He smiles a lot, she thinks, as he flashes her a smile as warm as the sun; had she been someone else, she might have melted in her shoes, turning to goo -- but she wasn't interested in males, not in that way. Not yet, at least.

Too soon, too soon, and she sidesteps the memory which tugged at her heart strings. Too soon to lose someone else to her mania. She knew she had no control, even as she tried hard to find it, to tie the Wolf down with force if it didn't obey with pleas. None of it worked, which is how she had come to push the Wolf as far as she could before her skin forcibly ripped apart and she shifted. Thus the embarrassment, thus the horror; she could not control the change anymore, and it frightened her.

It was okay though, she kept telling herself -- for she was in control now, and the Wolf was letting her be. For now, perhaps, but Rin knew a chance when it simmered in her veins, and she would grasp it in both hands and try to take full advantage of it. It wasn't as if she were averse to smiling and laughing -- on the contrary, before the Wolf, she had been a happy child. Three years later...

Head tilted to the side, smile hovering on the edges of her lips, her eyes flicked to the envelope, feeling her heart constrict slightly. She hadn't written her letter, had she? But then she knew she would never have sent it anyway; she would have stuffed it deep in her desk and kept it there until she forgot it even existed. Eyes softening, smile easing, she asked nodding toward the envelope, "For your family?" Taking a few steps, she slowly began heading toward the mail boxes, slipping into conversation, "Must be nice," and her eyes crinkled slightly, ignoring the stab of pain that went through her. So what if her parents wouldn't read her letters? So what if she didn't have the courage to try and send them one anyway? It wasn't Vince's fault. It was clicking, finally, finally, even though she hide her sorrow behind the brightness of her smile.

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word count;; 743
tags;; Vince ;3
OOC;; I was listening to Brick by Boring Brick for this post XD -finds this amusing-

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