katherine danvers 🌙 (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lupas) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2009-08-06 20:53:00 |
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Who: Katherine Danvers, Remus Lupin, Oz. Outside the building is Willow, Buffy, Sirius and Harry, I think? If they want to post here as well, that's fine.
What: It's the full moon
When: A little before sun set/moon rise
Where: The new wolf safe-house
Rating: TBD. Around PG-13 maybe?
Status: Incomplete
She hated cages, she hated them so much. Kate had been on both sides of a cage. While tonight she was on the outside, there might come a day when she landed back on the inside. As she looked up at the building infront of her, she had to remind herself that she was taking watch. Just trying to be there for some people she had sort of met, and wanted to make sure she was alright.
She'd dressed in clothes she could relax in, and pull on quickly. A pear of yoga pants and an over sized AC/DC t-shirt. Over her back was a backpack crammed with another set of clothes for her, food and a few other things that had been floating around the bottom. She got hungry very easily, very quickly. Besides, tomorrow morning she knew she'd be starving, and maybe the other two would as well? Never know.
She was the first to arrive as she entered the building. Dropped her bag on the floor, she walked over to the cages, one hand reaching up to grasp the bars. She inspected the, where the cages were welded, how they went into the wall, screws, knuts, bolts. They seemed secure, Oz had done a great job. It wasn't hard to tell which cage he'd been in last night. She would have come, but last night she also had to chance. She had felt the itch turn to a burn that was radiating over too much of her skin. So she'd Changed, and she'd ran.
Turning her back on the cages, she went to her bag, and plopped down beside it, stretching her legs out infront of her. Pulling the bag toward her, she unzipped the top and pulled out a Sweet and Salty peanut bar. She wasn't exactly hungry, but it wasn't like over eating was ever an issue for her. She'd be able to pack it away for life, she had well over a century of food indulging infront of her, assuming she died of old age.
Sighing, she looked to the cages again, offering them a glare of disgust.
What: It's the full moon
When: A little before sun set/moon rise
Where: The new wolf safe-house
Rating: TBD. Around PG-13 maybe?
Status: Incomplete
She hated cages, she hated them so much. Kate had been on both sides of a cage. While tonight she was on the outside, there might come a day when she landed back on the inside. As she looked up at the building infront of her, she had to remind herself that she was taking watch. Just trying to be there for some people she had sort of met, and wanted to make sure she was alright.
She'd dressed in clothes she could relax in, and pull on quickly. A pear of yoga pants and an over sized AC/DC t-shirt. Over her back was a backpack crammed with another set of clothes for her, food and a few other things that had been floating around the bottom. She got hungry very easily, very quickly. Besides, tomorrow morning she knew she'd be starving, and maybe the other two would as well? Never know.
She was the first to arrive as she entered the building. Dropped her bag on the floor, she walked over to the cages, one hand reaching up to grasp the bars. She inspected the, where the cages were welded, how they went into the wall, screws, knuts, bolts. They seemed secure, Oz had done a great job. It wasn't hard to tell which cage he'd been in last night. She would have come, but last night she also had to chance. She had felt the itch turn to a burn that was radiating over too much of her skin. So she'd Changed, and she'd ran.
Turning her back on the cages, she went to her bag, and plopped down beside it, stretching her legs out infront of her. Pulling the bag toward her, she unzipped the top and pulled out a Sweet and Salty peanut bar. She wasn't exactly hungry, but it wasn't like over eating was ever an issue for her. She'd be able to pack it away for life, she had well over a century of food indulging infront of her, assuming she died of old age.
Sighing, she looked to the cages again, offering them a glare of disgust.