Who: David Creevey and Ainsley Stewart What: David picks her up after the moon Where: The Reserve → David’s flat. When: Sunday Morning Rating: TBD Status: Closed/Incomplete
It had been a bad moon, not that Ainsley remembered any of it. She could just feel it in her bones, she was more sore than usual, with little cuts and bruises littering her body (that part wasn’t unusual, their just seemed to be more of them). She’d quickly gotten dressed in the spare clothing she’d brought with her, as transforming always ripped up the clothing she’d worn in, and stepped out of the cage to find several of her supervisors and none of them looked pleased with her at all.
Wolf-Ainsley had made itself known last night, howling and throwing itself against the bars of it’s cage. The cage that Ainsley didn’t exactly have permission to be using in such a way, and when the emergency trainer on duty came to check what the fuss was about and discovered the werewolf, Ainsley had tried to attack, tried to swipe at the Dragon handler through the bars of the cage, and had apparently come within inches of scarring a coworker. Her bosses weren’t too impressed with her. A safety risk they’d called her, made mention of her reckless behavior and disregard for company resources. They didn’t seem to care that the only reason this had happened is because they didn’t pay her enough to afford the damn potion.
Just like that, Ainsley was fired. The place she lived and worked and all of it was gone now. They’d given her a week to pack up her little cabin, not that she had much there to pack really, and get off the reserve. But she hadn’t slept at all, and she was sore and she was upset and she just wanted to collapse. She had tears in her eyes by the time she’d made it, practically limping, to her cabin. Only just remembering that David said he’d be there to get her when she saw the sight of him at her door.
“Creevey!” She called out to him, attempting a smile and a half-hearted wave.