Werewolf hunting for a job
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lt_safe_houseDate: April 10, 2003
Status: Public (Rose, Adam, War) - Complete
Setting: At the entrance door
Summary: Rose Heerkens comes to Lower Tadfield
Rose scrunched up her nose when she entered the town. It wasn't a large town, but the cars stank. How she longed to turn around and run, back to the hollow tree that had been her sleeping place last night. Or anywhere else that didn't stink. She'd never understand how humans could live with it.
She had to remind herself rather forcefully that she had no choice. If she didn't want to roam England on two or four legs for the rest of her life, without a pack, then she'd need money. A lot more than the few pounds her backpack held.
She missed her twin terribly, had missed him since the moment she'd had to leave the farm. So she wanted to get back to her real pack, and that meant she needed enough money for a flight to Canada. And she wouldn't get that money hunting in the woods, sleeping under bushes or in caves.
With a small sigh, Rose began walking down the road, keeping her eyes open for a restaurant or something similar. Unlike her brother Colin, who was with the police at home, she didn't have any experience with jobs, but she was pretty sure she could work as a waitress in a restaurant. Or maybe a chambermaid in a hotel, if she found one. Both jobs shouldn't be too hard if she could just ignore the smell of the town. And she would ignore it if that was her ticket back to Peter.
She didn't find what she was looking for in town and was already resigned to having to travel to the next town when she saw a rather large house at some distance to the town. It stood on a hill and maybe she could find work there. She didn't know if it was a hotel or a restaurant or maybe belonged to a wealthy family, but she hoped they could use an aide there.
So Rose started walking again and followed the road to that house. She took a look at her clothes to make sure they weren't too dirty. Not that she herself cared about that but she'd found out some time ago that humans made a huge fuss about dirty or crumpled clothes and she didn't want to be turned away from a potential job because of something minor like this. She decided the state of her jeans, sweater and sneakers was acceptable - as in 'not overly mud-spattered and totally crumpled' - and cautiously walked the last few meters up to the door.
Before she knocked, she eagerly and curiously sniffed the air. The scents she got were strange to say the least. Humans, yes, but different from any human smell she'd encountered so far. Rose decided to be on her guard when she met the inhabitants and then knocked resolutely on the door.
Status: Public (Rose, Adam, War) - Complete
Setting: At the entrance door
Summary: Rose Heerkens comes to Lower Tadfield
Rose scrunched up her nose when she entered the town. It wasn't a large town, but the cars stank. How she longed to turn around and run, back to the hollow tree that had been her sleeping place last night. Or anywhere else that didn't stink. She'd never understand how humans could live with it.
She had to remind herself rather forcefully that she had no choice. If she didn't want to roam England on two or four legs for the rest of her life, without a pack, then she'd need money. A lot more than the few pounds her backpack held.
She missed her twin terribly, had missed him since the moment she'd had to leave the farm. So she wanted to get back to her real pack, and that meant she needed enough money for a flight to Canada. And she wouldn't get that money hunting in the woods, sleeping under bushes or in caves.
With a small sigh, Rose began walking down the road, keeping her eyes open for a restaurant or something similar. Unlike her brother Colin, who was with the police at home, she didn't have any experience with jobs, but she was pretty sure she could work as a waitress in a restaurant. Or maybe a chambermaid in a hotel, if she found one. Both jobs shouldn't be too hard if she could just ignore the smell of the town. And she would ignore it if that was her ticket back to Peter.
She didn't find what she was looking for in town and was already resigned to having to travel to the next town when she saw a rather large house at some distance to the town. It stood on a hill and maybe she could find work there. She didn't know if it was a hotel or a restaurant or maybe belonged to a wealthy family, but she hoped they could use an aide there.
So Rose started walking again and followed the road to that house. She took a look at her clothes to make sure they weren't too dirty. Not that she herself cared about that but she'd found out some time ago that humans made a huge fuss about dirty or crumpled clothes and she didn't want to be turned away from a potential job because of something minor like this. She decided the state of her jeans, sweater and sneakers was acceptable - as in 'not overly mud-spattered and totally crumpled' - and cautiously walked the last few meters up to the door.
Before she knocked, she eagerly and curiously sniffed the air. The scents she got were strange to say the least. Humans, yes, but different from any human smell she'd encountered so far. Rose decided to be on her guard when she met the inhabitants and then knocked resolutely on the door.
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Date: Friday, 29 January 2010 22:40 (UTC)Rose took a small gulp of water before she put her glass down again.
"Will the steaks be brought to the table as soon as they're ready or do we have to go into the kitchen to get them?"
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Date: Sunday, 21 February 2010 16:11 (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Sunday, 21 February 2010 17:56 (UTC)A small grumbling noise could be heard from the direction of Rose's stomach, and the girl blushed slightly. Really, couldn't her stomach have waited those few more minutes till the steaks were here?
She tried to cover the awkwardness with another question.
"Is there a particular reason why there are several - I don't know, which word would cover angels, demons, gods, mythological beasts and apocalyptical horsewomen all at once? Is there a particular reason for them to be here, now?"
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Date: Thursday, 25 February 2010 17:38 (UTC)Adam was a little uncertain about why they were all here. He'd set the hotel up as a kind of sanctuary and a kind of neutral territory. He'd been thinking about people like aziraphale and crowley when he'd done it. He really hadn't expected half of the people that had turned up and certainly not as rapidly...