Jesse Bryan Holmes (jackedupwere) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-02-20 19:56:00 |
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Week Four, Friday
Who: Jesse, Becca, and anyone else who wants to join in.
Where: The Greenhouse Garden
When: Friday evening, after classes
What: Jesse is just chilling/recovering from the night before and being generally antsy. Who knows what can happen after that! :O
Rating: G unless something happens.
Jesse could hardly believe the smells he was getting as he found himself wandering into the very lush and green greenhouse. The warm temperature greeted him well since he preferred the hot weather. It reminded him of Okinawa, where he spent his really early years, a time of innocence. As he wandered around the garden, he took the time to smell the scent each flower... no... plant put out. Ever since he changed into a werewolf, his senses seemed a little different. He could smell the richness of food, the layers of the flower, and unfortunately people's BO. Everyone, everything, had a distinct smell. He couldn't believe he took advantage of it... of course, he didn't have a nose as strong back then. Girls tended to smell so good while guys smelt like old onions in some cases. It would take some training before he can separate what a werewolf smells like from a vampire. Vampires had a subtle smell of raw flesh to him. Sometimes, he wanted to hold his nose around them.
The curious scents provided a good distraction for the werewolf. Last night he had changed and it still wasn't the most pleasant experience. He couldn't understand how the other weres could be so casual while they changed. Sure, they'd wince a little, like they've been pinched but it didn't seem to bother them. Jesse still cried out while his own voice would morph from a human cry to that of a wolf howl. He found that he'd spend the first few minutes in his new form shaking because the pain made his body feel numb. Then there were the odd urges he'd get while under the full moon. He had self-recognition but he wanted to go out and hunt something like a rabbit. It's a good thing he often got paired with a more experienced were or he might just run off and wake up the next day in a ditch somewhere. Under the full moon, it was almost a state of bliss if someone who was feral could be blissful. He would forget that he would have to change back. That was always as painful as turning to. When all the weres would head to bed and no doubt fall asleep right away, Jesse would hide under his covers, burying his head under his pillow, shaking as he remembered the change. How can they say you can get use to it? Jesse would often wonder, sometimes while a few tears would slip down his cheeks.
When his joints would stop feeling like they were on fire and he'd managed to not feel so dizzy and sick to his stomach, he'd sleep for maybe a few hours before having to attend class in the afternoon. That is the only time he is every extremely early for class. Even so, the lack of sleep and the fact that he usually felt better led him to almost fall asleep a few times. Today was no exception.
Now, class was over and Jesse wanted to relax. The weekend was here. After doing some nose exploring, he found a spot under a tree that seemed to be like a canopy and laid down looking up at the darkening sky. He looked rather pale and his eyes had bags under them but he smiled a little at the thought of the weekend. As he yawned, he wished he brought his PSP. This was a good comfy spot not to mention nice and toasty! He couldn't wait until summer.