README:
All right, I’ve been instructed to corral all of you back to Arciero, and thus bring activity to the otherwise dead pack. Since I’ve never led a pack meeting or anything of the sorts this might be a little scratchy, forgive me. There are only 4 of us thus far, so it should be quick and simple, none the less this is mandatory. There’s no word count limit or anything, don’t stress to keep it long and boring, just have fun and think of this as a way for us to keep united among anything else. Post and I’ll give you whatever ranks you want I guess... Will bribery work on you three?

I’ll start off, and then any of you can post after me, I just have the names in alphabetic order as of now. As we all post the order will come naturally I guess.

Oh, and let’s keep in mind that this takes place the day after the full moon, so everyone should probably seem a little sore, if you know what I mean –wink-

Acid
Fantine
Krystine Dragmire
Sylvia




Half past one in the afternoon, for the sweet few seconds before one remembers why they were sleeping in a strange place, Acid savored what he could. But as if waking up with an extreme hangover, and no good real recollection of the night before, Acid knew it must have been a really revved up night.

It had been much like the month before, and the month before that and so on and so on, last night must have been just like the months before because there was a gash on Acid’s left shoulder and he had woken up on the platform of the train station. An odd place to wake up, the werewolf thought, as he collected his thoughts and got up off to the place that he called home.

So Acid got up, shaking off the dust that he had collected over the night. He wore nothing, which wasn’t as uneasy as it had been in the first aftermath of the first full moon as it was hard to keep clothes on while you were a wolf. A) While in the process of mutating, they get all torn and icky, and B) It was damned uncomfortable to keep them on if you managed to keep them on during the transition. Other imbalances occurred when wolves wore human clothes, some of which, given the opportunity, Acid would try out just for the heck of it. He had, since becoming a werewolf, gotten used to the idea, and by this time he was comfortable enough with the idea that he could joke about it.

That couldn’t help the fact that it was pretty damn cold out though. Acid was supposed to get to the tunnels from the train station, naked, in the freezing cold? During the summer, he guessed, it wouldn’t be a problem, or if he was inside it wouldn’t be a problem, or hell, if he had kept on sleeping, then it probably wouldn’t be a problem.. yet there was a problem. There was no fixing that it was freezing, he’d just have to work with it.

Luckily enough, there was a passage to the tunnels from the side of the train station, and there would most likely be something to robe himself in down there. With a few swift moments, and no on in sight, Acid was down in the tunnels and on his way to the main gathering area to meet with whatever werewolf bohemian trash managed to find their ways back home from a night that was most likely hell for them all. He took the first left, walked about a half a mile, took a right, forked to the left, a few more twists and turns, and he was back to the den that he’d created for the werewolf community.

The den was pretty large, one of the rooms that branched off from the subterranean maze. He filled it with books and batteries, and electronics to be used sparingly, along with all the furnishings a hobo could ever dream of. It was pretty trendy looking, after the first thought of ‘what a dump!’ Which goes to show that one can get used to any situation of area, depending on how desperate they actually were. No one else had gotten there yet (it was a casual ritual, gathering after the last day of the full moon, where they would all get together and talk about the crazy situations they got into, and cleaned each other’s wounds.) so Acid got comfortable in one of the grungy upholstered chairs, and waited for the few souls that accepted themselves as werewolves and came to gather with the others they call their own.

ermm… I didn’t want to leave Acid and Sylvia here in the dark waiting for anyone that may or may not show up…. So I’m posting. Krysti and Tigra, I don’t know where the two of you are, but it’s still ok to join in.


Acid sat crosslegged on the dirty chair, wrapped in a dirty old fleece cloth. The night before had been somewhat of a blur, as he had taken some sleeping pills before the change occurred, waking up in the middle of the train station, which was one that he couldn’t exactly calculate. He figured he was just high and wandering around. Got into a tiny fight, and then fell asleep in the corner of platform 3. Maybe next time he would stay conscious the entire time. Maybe not. Whatever, it didn’t matter at the moment.

As the werewolf cracked his fingers individually, one… two… three.. And so on, he waited for the others to arrive. It didn’t take long before Sylvia arrived. She was an interesting specimen, Acid thought to himself as she nodded and looked around as if soaking up the atmosphere of the room. It was almost as if she was lost there, and that made sense since she usually shacked up somewhere north of where they were, a room off to the side somewhere. And as far as he knew, she liked to be alone. That’s really all he knew about her.

You can take a seat if you want… Acid started. It was the weird being there with the girl standing over him. Have a good time last night? he asked, a bit of sarcasm to the tongue, but all in good nature. Good time? It wasn’t unlikely for a werewolf to hate that time of the month; in fact, some of the mutants he knew downright hated it. Acid himself usually got high or took some tranquilizers before the shift to make it easier, but who knew, perhaps it was fun for some people.