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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 2, 2014 13:47:14 GMT

Post by Peter Hale on Jul 2, 2014 13:47:14 GMT

"A bonfire? Seriously, Derek?" Peter Hale asked as the trio of Hales walked around the large, barren area, a rather impressive bonfire with people everywhere surrounding it. The beach was always a place that Peter liked to go, not that he would tell anyone. He quite liked being there. The sound of the waves breaking against the sand soothed his dark soul. "You're the one who wanted to tag along, Uncle Petey," Laura Hale called playfully to her uncle. He rolled his eyes at his niece's attitude. He sure as hell did hate it when she called him that, but it couldn't be helped. She wouldn't stop even if he wanted her to. It was sad, but true. He would always be Uncle Petey to her. He supposed he should have found it endearing, but he only found it irritating.

"Someone has to keep an eye on you both. Your mother will have my head in a jar if anything happens to either of you." Laura grinned cheekily at him, making him roll his eyes once more, trying to hide the smile that formed on his face. As the group got closer, Peter could see what was going on more clearly. A high school party was in full swing, which was something he figured given his niece and nephew's ages. There were people all over each other, as was the way when people were teenagers. Peter remembered being that way in his childhood, but he digressed. He was a man now, one far older than these kids. This was not going to be enjoyable. Within a few short moments, Laura was off with her friends and Derek had been pulled off to throw a football across the sand. Peter shook his head, but kept an eye on his family members, knowing Talia would have his head if anything happened to them.

Peter pulled himself away from his memory and gazed down at his sister's grave. There was no body, not even a headstone, but Peter knew where his sister had been buried, or where she would have wanted to be buried. So there he stood in Beacon Hills Cemetary among the rest of the Hales. "I'm sorry," he whispered to her, sighing gently. He hadn't looked out for his nieces and nephew as he should have and as such, one of them was dead and the other two were always in harm's way and furious with him. It was his fault, of course. Laura had died because of him and Derek and Cora would never forgive him for it. They would always be on the run or fighting someone or something. He would never be able to protect them, at least not at full strength. He sighed once more, running a hand through his short hair. Where he had he gone wrong?

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 3, 2014 4:30:43 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 4:30:43 GMT

Carina Lunez
Leader of the Pack

Carina had gotten cleaned up the best she could in the local gas station and found the cleanest dress she had and stopped by the local flower shop and bought a mix of leftover flowers to bring to the graves of those in the Beacon Hill Cemetery. Why? Why, to acknowledge those who had lived there before her. It was also a way to try to fill the void of not being able to mourn her family’s death. Were they ever buried or were they left to rot? She pushed the thoughts out of her head.

She was leaving a flower at each grave that gave her good vibes; some were left untouched and undisturbed but had a negative feeling from them. These people were left for a reason. She had one flower left, a red rose was all that was left by the time she had finished. She twirled it in her hand, noting how the thorns were artfully removed. It was a pity. Carina found the thorns a great characteristic to the rose. After further inspection, she ran her thumb over a single thorn that had been accidently left near the bottom. She smiled weakly at it but froze when she realized she was not alone.
As far as she had known, she was the only one there that was why she came here today.

Then as she stared at her single rose she felt a presence. Someone else was here. As she looked up at him she was taken by the emotions that rolled off him like a wave, she could almost feel his pain. Just by looking at him, the way he stood. When he whispered an apology to someone who was long gone, she felt slightly moved. Yet something else nipped at her as she looked at him. Something, rather supernatural. She let this feeling sit with her but she did not pay any particular attention to her feeling. She was more focused on the man himself.

She walked up to him without hesitation. ”Sir?” She said with an unusual softness in her voice. She softly uncurled her hand that grasped around the stem. ”For the loved on you lost.” She ran her thumb over the thorn one last time before completely opening her hand so that he could take the rose from her. She offered a smile to encourage him to take it. This was not a place to bristle and be weary. Everyone who came here was broken in one way or another. He seemed to be one of the most shattered among them. Prehaps, had she not seen the emotion he displayed, she might have taken him as a threat yet, she just did not seem to think that way anymore. Yes, she was on her toes about dangerous things and people but, She relied in her new power and her god to guide her. Even in his silence.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 3, 2014 21:20:03 GMT

Post by Peter Hale on Jul 3, 2014 21:20:03 GMT

Peter had been so overwhelmed by his emotions and his grief that he hadn’t realized he wasn’t alone in the cemetery when he originally got there. He had brought a bouquet of his sister’s favorite flowers, Irises. He gently placed them on her grave and felt his eyes water. Against anything and everything that anyone had ever thought about him, he was showing emotion. He was crying. He was getting emotional. He was allowed that. He was allowed to grieve over his sister’s death as well as the deaths of the rest of his family, but mostly his sister. Sure, he loved the rest of his family but his sister was his sister, she was the one that he was the closest to, who new everything about him.

It wasn’t until the woman approached him that he immediately closed himself off. It was like a dam slammed down over his emotions. He cut them off so quickly that he inhaled sharply and used his thumb and index finger to squeeze at the corners of his eyes where his tear ducts were. He looked over at the woman who had called to him. He paused a bit, clearly cut off guard by her arrival. His emotions were officially stunted once more. It figured that he went to a cemetery to grieve over his sister’s death and someone approached him. She, of course, seemed to be new, he had never seen her around before. So, he would cut her some slack, but even so, his emotions shut down quickly. It seemed, though, that she didn't approach him for nothing.

The young woman handed Peter a single red rose saying that it was for the loved one that he lost. He paused a moment before he nodded his head in response. ”Thank you,” he stated. He gently took the flower from her before he looked down at the blank space that he stood before. He could have been an asshole and told her he lost more than just his sister, but he didn’t feel like that was right. She was trying to be a kind woman. Why? He wasn’t sure, but he digressed. He sighed. ”You’re new around here, hmm?” He asked her casually as he looked at the graves that surrounded them. All of them had a single red rose placed upon the graves. To actually put roses on the number of deceased in this cemetery, she would need at least two dozen more.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 4, 2014 7:45:41 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2014 7:45:41 GMT

Carina Lunez
Leader of the Pack

Carina turned to Peter with a smirk ”I wish it didn’t seem so obvious.” But as she said this, not an ounce of embarrassment could be found in her tone. Instead, she said this statement lightly with a hint of amusement to it. She seemed content that he was able to recognize her as foreign. “ I have only been here for a few days now but, this seems like a lovely place to be. I thought if I planned to stay here I might as well stop by the local cemetery. Pay my respects to those who were here before me.” She said this easily, it was the truth after all. Though, she left out the part that she had not found a place to stay yet or that she has been using a gas station bathroom to wash up.

The problem was that her family’s emergency money was still in Mexico and the transfer was taking longer than expected. She would be here a week with no more than the change in her pocket, which was a little less than twenty dollars by now. She hadn’t eaten much since she had gotten here. Just the saltine crackers she had managed to take off the salad bars that were free and maybe a free sample along the market place when she was offered. Other than that, her stomach was practically empty. The money she could have spent the past couple of day on food she had used for the flowers, finding respecting the dead more important over a good meal for a few days. She kept hydrated though and was not a fool. She knew she was healthy enough that she could manage skipping a couple of days of food and still be able to function. She was not planning to make a habit of it, though.

She held out her hand to Peter with another smile that came naturally as she looked at him. ”My name is Carina.” She felt the smile come as she thought about the scene she had just witnessed and the sudden change in his attitude. He did not allow himself to be open in front of others. She wondered if it was because it made him look vulnerable. Or, at least he thought it did but, in her opinion, A man in deep mourning could be some of the most dangerous and fearsome men to deal with. They would not have second thoughts about harming you when they were too full of their own emotional turmoil. Her mind flashed to the night of her Packs murder.

She clenched her jaw slightly as she tried to push the thoughts away, the images forcing themselves beyond her control. She closed her eyes suddenly covering them with one hand to keep Peter from seeing the red glow. “Sorry, migraine.” She said quickly as her heart began to race. It was like she was living the moment over again. She could almost hear the gunshot, see her mother crumple, a look of horror and shock frozen on her face, her mouth formed into a little ‘o’ as she fell…-It was Carina’s turn to pinch the bridge of her nose as she forced the memory away. Luckily, she had kept her claws at bay also while fighting this flashback. Slowly the memory died away, retreating to the back of her mind, with a silent promise that it would be back when she least expected it to make her relive the moment over again and again. She sighed as the emotional stress numbed itself and slowly, she moved her hand from her face and opened her eyes, now free from its Alpha red color and, instead it's deep velvety brown. She had just had a weird moment infront of a complete stranger. ”The migraine is gone now.” She managed this explanation but felt drained from this, her heart rate finally slowed to its normal beat. She forced a smile in an attempt to assure the man she was now fine.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 4, 2014 12:13:01 GMT

Post by Peter Hale on Jul 4, 2014 12:13:01 GMT

There was silence before the woman smirked at him, saying that she wished it didn’t seem so obvious that she was from out of town. ”Yeah, well, everyone in Beacon Hills just about knows everyone so when a new face comes in to town, it’s not hard to spot,” he told her honestly before she spoke once more, telling him that she had only been there for a few days but it seemed like a nice play to be. She then said that she thought that if she planned to stay there, she may as well stop by the cemetery and pay her respects to those who were there before her. Peter nodded his head in response. ”Very kind of you,” he told her, although he was sure she already knew. He was quiet a moment. He had never heard of anyone that had done such a thing. Perhaps it was in her belief system? He wasn’t sure, but he figured he wouldn’t mention it. He didn’t want to make too much of an ass of himself during his first encounter…at least not with this one anyway. He could sense what she was and what she was, was a werewolf.

To Peter it wasn’t shocking that another werewolf had made her way to Beacon Hills. Lately the town had been lure in all sorts of people. Some claimed of a pull that they felt, others just said it looked like a good place to go. Either way, there were quite a few new people that were coming in to the town. Most of the people hadn’t stayed around though. Peter wasn’t exactly the friendliest person for them to meet. His new little acquaintance Kahlee for example. He had helped the Omega with her senses, had been teaching her and helping her make her way around Beacon Hills. The last time he checked, she had found a place to live and had a job so things were going well for her. In due time, he was sure that she would be well off and would eventually meet Scott and the pack. After all, who wouldn’t want that? He wasn’t sure whether he wanted the girl to join. Well, he did, he was just also greedy. The only person in Beacon Hills who didn’t deem him a monster, aside from those who didn’t know him anyway. Those who did, were wolves or people related to them and they were not overly fond of the oldest remaining Hale.

The woman introduced herself as Carina. Peter nodded his head. ”Peter,” he told her before noticing the woman clench her jaw. He was curious for a moment before he stopped, looking at the flowers he had laid down before he moved forward, allowing himself to rest the single red rose among the irises on the unmarked grave of his sister’s. When Peter stood back up and looked over at the girl, she apologized to him, saying that she had a migraine. He nodded his head in response, although noted her quickened heart rate. He kept that to himself though as he gazed at her. It wasn’t but another moment before her face looked shocked and horrified all at once and she pinched the bridge of her nose. That’s no migraine, he thought to himself as she stood there, deep emotional pain coming off of her in waves. Still, Peter kept that to himself before she returned to normal, telling him that the migraine was gone. He nodded his head. ”Good. Migraines are unfortunate,” he told her, not sure if he kept the disbelief out of his voice or not.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 5, 2014 7:33:11 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2014 7:33:11 GMT

Carina Lunez
Leader of the Pack

Peter. She had managed to get that before her strange…episode before. Once she felt fully recovered she had a chance to look over Peter as he tried to support her in her lie. Though the doubt that thinly rimmed his voice told her that he knew she was lying and that he was lying right back to try to help her. How sweet of him. What was his motivation, though? ”Peter.” She repeated, his name coming out smoothly in her soft tone . ”It’s nice to meet you.” as she said this, she knew she meant it.

At this point she was sure he was a werewolf. Prehaps this was why he was allowing her to lie to him. Keeping other werewolves secrets. This only made her feel more relaxed around him. She hadn’t socialized since the death- since that night. Well, okay, she had spoken with a few kids she had quite literally ran into but, it is not the same when it was werewolf to werewolf. There was so much a look, a shift in body weight, a heartbeat, could change meaning in the way people outwardly presented themselves. Peter was still unknown to her. He was a careful and reserved man.

Carina let her gaze lower to the flower, how gingerly it had been placed on the unmarked grave. She did not question why it was unmarked, if he was a werewolf, then she assumed who he was mourning had ties into their world. That was explanation enough. She raised her gaze to look back at him when a tiny glittering drop of water interrupted her sight. She blinked as another one hit her forehead and rolled down her cheek. It was starting to rain. Droplets at first when, suddenly, it began to pick up into a nice pour of rain . ”Oh, my the rain picks up fast here.” she said shielding her eyes from the water.”We should get out of here before it gets worse.” She gave this suggestion softly, with a hint of edge to it. The edge that was naturally in her voice, that small part her Abuelo had left her.

”Is there a place you know of we can go?” She prompted. She wanted to talk with him further, only she wanted to talk with him in a place that was not further soaking what little clothing she had left to wear.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 9, 2014 12:59:15 GMT

Post by Peter Hale on Jul 9, 2014 12:59:15 GMT

Peter was sure that this young woman, this Carina, was someone who would be around Beacon Hills for a while. She seemed like the type. Then again, everyone who stepped foot in to town aside from the Alpha Pack and the mess they brought, seemed like the type to be in his town for a while. Peter supposed he shouldn’t call it his town, but he digressed. He had lived there all of his life and the only people who were older than him there were either dead or working around town. Still, they didn’t have the possessive nature that Peter had. Then again, Peter sort of couldn’t help it. It was in his nature and to be honest, he was sure when he was a pup he ran around marking everything so it couldn’t be helped. Or at least that had been the running joke between his mother and father when he and Talia were very young. The older they grew, the less the joke was spoken of before their parents were gone.

Carina stated Peter’s name before she told him that it was nice to meet here. Peter nodded his head a bit, smiling smally. ”Nice to meet you as well. He figured he should say the same to her. After all, she had been kind enough to bring a rose for his sister’s grave, despite how the woman didn’t have a marked one. Peter would need to remedy that at some point, but for the moment, it remained unmarked, which wasn’t something that he was all that thrilled about. He hated not having her grave marked, but it was something that hadn’t been done. He had been too wrapped up in other things and it wasn’t as though Derek remembered about the vault. He and Laura had been too distraught to bury anyone and after Laura returned, well…Peter did what he did best and screwed that all up. Not though, it was something that he would get done…eventually.

As the two of them stood there, it started to rain. Peter almost sighed heavily, but instead he looked up into the sky and welcomed the cool water as it soothed his features. He hated being overly emotional, especially when it came to being in front of people. He closed his eyes, sighing once again. Soon, very soon, it was pouring down rain without any sort of gradual increase. It was as though the sky decided to pour buckets on the small town. The woman said that the rain picked up fast and Peter nodded his head before he looked back at her, opening his eyes a moment. She told her that they should get out of there before it got any worse. Peter nodded his head a bit before she asked him if there was a place that he knew of where they could go. The werewolf paused a moment before he nodded his head. ”There’s a coffee shop down the street, c’mon,” he told her before he motioned for her to follow him.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 14, 2014 5:50:05 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 5:50:05 GMT

Carina Lunez
Leader of the Pack

She watched as Peter paused and let the skies rain on him, it made getting soaking wet and cold look relaxing but, then again as Carina reminded herself. He had nice warm clothing to change into. She did not. She gave him his time though, because she knew he needed a moment. She waited for him to look at her. To register what she said and then respond. A coffee shop, great. She cared less and less of the location as time went on. He could have said 'Snake Pit' or 'Crematorium' and she would have jumped to any where if it had a roof. Yet, he said coffee shop and it sounded nice.

She let Peter take her to the coffee shop and as they walked the rain continued to soak them. Her hair dripping wet and her clothes officially soaked. As they got there she shivered a bit as the air-conditioning nipped at her wet skin. It looked nice enough. It had this rustic chic style every coffee house seemed to have now a days. Here She was though, with a now soaked 20 dollar bill in her pocket. She could not afford a cup of coffee though, it sounded like a good idea. It sounded very nice, actually. As the air conditioning seemed to chill her to the bone she began to realize it wasn't all the air conditionings fault. It was her, that cold numbness that had followed her from Mexico. It still was creeping up at her and, it added perfectly to the emptiness she felt inside. And then her stomach growled to add to the emptiness.

Carina smiled as her stomach gave away her hunger. "Oh, well I don't suppose they sell food here too, do they?" She said quaintly as the aromas of coffee and treats hit her even stronger than any normal human. Not only did her wolf powers amplify them, but when your hungry your sense of smell amplifies further. So, in all honesty she had caught sent of the coffee shop a long way back but, she had been able to ignore it until the smell finally overpowered her. It was starting to give her a headache. She thought about how she would be able to have dry clothes instead. Perhaps she could get back to the gas station bathroom and use the hand dryer to dry these clothes. Then, if she could manage to save her last pair of clothes for the next day, maybe she would have enough money left to do some laundry. That just meant she needed to find a place where she could buy a loaf of bread and peanut butter. Then at least she would have food.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 14, 2014 14:55:39 GMT

Post by Peter Hale on Jul 14, 2014 14:55:39 GMT

The two made their way through the cemetery and down the street towards the downtown area. The coffee shop was by his apartment so he would be able to pop in after their little chat and their coffee. He hoped that it wouldn’t be a long chat. He wanted to get warm and quite liked the idea of a little nap after the emotionally exhausting time he had had in the cemetery before Carina had shown up. Even so, he kept those thoughts to himself and kept quiet as the two walked along, the rain pouring down on the two of them. Most people watched the two of them, some looked at them oddly, but no one stopped them and no one dared to speak to them, especially Peter. He didn’t look like he was in the mood to speak to anyone, let alone the woman beside him. And now he was soaked to the bone because the sky had decided to cry as well.

As they got to the coffee shop, Peter opened the door for her and the air-conditioning made Peter’s hair stand on end, giving him goosebumps to try and warm his flesh. Once Carina was inside, Peter stepped in behind her, allowing the door to shut before Carina spoke, telling her that she didn’t suppose they sold food there. Peter shrugged his shoulders. ”Mostly pastries, but sometimes they have sandwiches, nothing hot though I’m afraid,” he told her as he looked over the slightly shivering young woman. He sighed a bit. ”C’mon. What do you want? My treat,” he told her as he approached he front counter. After all, she had bought roses for everyone in the cemetery, including his older sister and that was something that Peter never expected to happen in a million years.

Peter waited patiently for the young woman to respond to his question. He figured he could at least by her a coffee and a snack if she so desired. There was then another pause. ”Or, if you’d like, we could go somewhere where they had real food. It’s up to you,” he told her, figuring he could give her some options, just in case she wasn’t comfortable with the one that he gave her, or she just didn’t like the idea of having a pastry or a snack. The girl looked cold as ice and to be honest, Peter was sure some soup would be best for her, but he kept that thought to himself and instead waited for her response, making sure to stay out of the way of the various patrons that stepped food inside of the coffee shop and out of the way of the line that they were all forming. Should they get anything, they would step in to line, if not, they would leave.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 19, 2014 9:08:24 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 9:08:24 GMT

Carina Lunez
Leader of the Pack

When Peter offered to pay, Carina felt especially touched. How nice was he to offer her that. In all honesty, she needed it. If she had been prideful like her Grandfather, she would have refused, even offered-no- demanded she pay instead. However, Carina was not her grandfather. So she smiled a genuine and sweet smile to Peter and said with thanks " That is too kind of you. You really do not need to though, I do not wish that you feel obligated in any way." But then Peter mentioned real food. This made Carina's mouth water at the thought of real food. warm and filling. Something to nourish her starving body. This thought, however quickly left as she reminded herself one thing.

"Peter, I have already dragged you here. I wish not to sooner stretch your kindness. For you to offer me food is a very nice thing to do and, much appreciated. I will not be shy about it, it is also much needed." She confided in him on this part only. They could talk more later about the events that led her here if they did one day become good friends. However, Carina felt it best not to further disclose anymore weaknesses to this werewolf. He maybe hospitable but, some gave in to a need for power that ruled over their kindness and she did not want to fight this lovely man who had been nothing but kind to her. She honestly did not think she could fight at the point. Not until she ate something.

She turned away from him to look at the menu, set her choice in stone though, she really wished there was some socially acceptable way she could tell him she did, in fact want real food and that, maybe she could even promise to pay him back later. She stood there thinking until she realized she hadn't been reading the menu. She had just been staring off into space. She blinked. Her past episode, whatever it was had drained whatever energy she had and replaced it with this cold bitter feeling. Or was that the rain? She was not sure. She could not help but to feel a little light headed. No, she was feeling light headed. She stared down at her feet as she tried to focus.

so much for not showing any more weakness's she thought bitterly to herself as her vision grew foggy. The only thing she found that kept her from passing out was the fact that there was a werewolf stranger standing behind her. She needed to stay alert, besides the last thing she wanted was to burden him with a fainting spell. Especially since by the way the other people in the store acted around him, he was already not well celebrated.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 24, 2014 2:50:50 GMT

Post by Peter Hale on Jul 24, 2014 2:50:50 GMT

Peter continued to wait for the she-wolf to respond to his questions. He was offering her coffee and food at first and then a decent hot meal. She could accept or decline, neither bothered to him. Both were soaked to the bone so whatever they could get that was hot would be the best for the both of them, but he digressed. It was truly up to her whether or not she wanted to take him up on his offer. That being said, he gazed at the menu, trying to decide what he wanted in case she chose this place, plus it made him look busy and it meant that he wouldn’t be staring at her and making her uncomfortable. After all, he doubted that having someone stare at you waiting for you to think fast enough to answer their question was really something that she wanted to endure.

Finally she responded. Carina told Peter that his offer was too kind of him and that he really didn’t need to though. She didn’t wish that he felt obligated in any way. Clearly Peter was offering because he felt like it. Still, she didn’t know him so he supposed she guessed he was just a good guy. Well…she would have been quite wrong about that. Quite wrong about that indeed. Still, he didn’t say anything. He figured he should still use the façade of being nice. So far it seemed to be working for him so it was something that he needed to keep intact, at least until he figured out more about this woman, about this she-wolf. Once he had enough information on her that he felt comfortable enough with her to show her the real him, he would. Of course, should that put his life in danger, he would keep himself from doing so. It was all about self-preservation with Peter. Whether or not someone liked him, he could give a damn, unless they could remove his head from his shoulders.

Carina spoke again, telling Peter that she had already dragged him to the coffee shop and that she didn’t wish to stretch his kindness, which was thin as is not that she knew that. She then said that for him to offer her food was a nice thing to do and appreciated. She said that she wouldn’t be shy about it, although Peter found that she was but he kept that to himself, and that it was much needed. Peter nodded his head before her attention returned to the menu before them. ”Well, when you know what you want, let the man know. I’ll go after you since I’m the one paying,” he told her, still trying to be as nice as possible. He made sure to give off that aura. He made sure to keep himself calm and friendly to make himself more appealing to the clearly lonely werewolf. What was it with him and running in to strays lately?

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 24, 2014 4:44:22 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 4:44:22 GMT

Carina Lunez
Leader of the Pack

Carina cleared her throat. The menu had too many choices. She did not want to keep Peter waiting so she decided she'd order something generic. "May I have a hot tea and a muffin?" She said, assuming the generic order was some where on the menu. But, to her dismay the boy behind the cash register came back with a barrage of question's and a smile aimed at her that made her uncomfortable. That made her hesitate for a second, uncomfortable.

"Okay, so would that be black, green, white, or chai tea? And also, sweetened or unsweetened? Any extra flavor pumps? Also, For muffins we have, blueberry, raspberry, cinnamon crunch, and chocolate chip. What'll it be?" The boy asked easily then stared at her uncomfortably. The boy, probably around 18 seemed like he was trying to impress her with his knowledge of the menu. He then looked at her like she should know all this. Though, in the silence seemed to give him some indication she, in fact did not."I suggest Black tea with 2 pumps of sweetner for the average tea drinker, but if you want to try something else, we do have new passion tea."

Carina blinked back up at the menu and then back at him, wondering how they fit all that on the board above. "Okay, can I have the black tea you were talking about. Hot tea. Also, Blueberry muffin please." The boy looked to her with a smile, and then he looked to Peter and cleared his throat a little, before typing in the order. He looked up, waiting for Peter to order after seeming to realize his boyish charm was getting nowhere with the woman.

Carina stepped away so that Peter could order. This was turning out to be a very strange day. She had a small smile on her face, the thought of food was a joyous thought and, to top it off with meeting Peter this was a good day. She also would be happy to have some warm tea to warm her up a little. She looped a piece of hair behind her ear. She wondered if Peter had this barista knowledge she was supposed to have. Believe it or not she was more experienced in the tequila and drinks department. Coffee shop lingo? Not so much.

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Peter Hale
Omega

Thirty-Seven

Sous Chef at Bella Italia

Single

Sephy

164 posts

Sorrow [Carina] Jul 24, 2014 14:59:34 GMT

Post by Peter Hale on Jul 24, 2014 14:59:34 GMT

After a moment, Carina cleared her throat and told, well more like asked the young lad behind the counter if she could have some hot tea and a muffin. Peter watched as the young man behind the counter smiled and then started to ask her questions about what kind of tea she wanted, sweet or unsweet, with anything extra. He also asked her what kind of muffin she wanted. The girl looked extremely overwhelmed for a moment and Peter wondered if he should come to her rescue, but seeing as he already did his good deed for the day, he stayed back and watched to see how the young woman would react to the boy’s questions. Peter had to admit, he was rather amused by the situation.

There was a moment of silence before the young man behind the counter offered her a suggestion since he figured she looked about as lost as she could get. To be honest, it was amusing to the were to see her this way, but he kept that to himself before she finally spoke telling him that she wanted black tea, hot and a blueberry muffin. Peter grinned a bit, pleased that she seemed to be getting the hang of it before the young boy looed at him, clearing his throat in his direction. Peter raised an eyebrow at him, as though he was questioning the boy about rushing him. Still, Peter had known what he wanted the moment he stepped into the coffee shop so he stepped forward.

Peter’s lean frame towered over the eighteen year old a moment before he told him what he wanted. ”Black coffee, espresso shot, two pumps of sugar, and a raspberry scone if you don’t mind,” he stated before waiting for the boy to ring it up. Once he did, Peter pulled out the cash necessary and handed it to him. The boy made change quickly before he handed Peter back his change. Nodding his head to him in thanks, Peter put the change into his wallet before he turned to Carina and gently motioned for her to go to a table where the barista, waitress, or whoever would deliver their coffees and pastries to them. Once she found a table, Peter took a seat. He had been enough of a gentleman for one day.

Tag; @lilbluesky
Words; 389
Notes; Oh shush. You're making me blush.

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Sorrow [Carina] Jul 24, 2014 18:54:50 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2014 18:54:50 GMT

Carina Lunez
Leader of the Pack

Carina raised her eyebrow a little as Peter ordered in such a fluid movement. He must be a coffee person. She had a twinge of a smile but decided to move herself away as he finished his order and paid. He then motioned her to seating and she chose one in the corner, away from prying ears. Though, she took note as to how when Peter sat down next to her, people seemed to move like there was a giant force field around Peter preventing anyone but her to go in.

But then that little force field popped for a second as a different barista came down to give them their orders. Carina was glad, all the smells in this place were making her dizzy from hunger. She looked at the muffin set on a little plate. It was pretty and smelled freshly baked. The tea was steaming hot and she gladly took it in her hands, the warmth more than welcome. She turned to say thank you to the barista but she must have been too caught up in the food to notice the barista had left. Today was a strange day for her.

She looked up at Peter and smiled. "I must thank you again for this. It is really quite lovely." She meant the gesture but even in her hunger she took her time to peel the paper on the muffin back and pull a piece of muffin from the side off to eat. The warmth and sweetness of the muffin was nice enough to make her smile, it was simply delicious. She took a taste test of her tea, the hotness a little too hot still but she took a swig anyways, eager to get warm from the cold she still felt. The warm tea did it's job and started warming her up. She looked to Peter for a second. No one was around them so she figured it was safe enough to start up some kind of conversation and it was not hard to guess that he wanted information.

"So, what do you want to know?" She was not shy about this. She would tell him nearly anything, open for business, though it would mean she might ask him a some questions in return. Carina was not trying to get dirt on him or anything, she just wanted to get to know him better. He had been kind so far but she felt that he had to work a little to stay kind to her. Or at least, it seemed he thought that. He seemed awfully nice to her. She could tell just by looking in his eyes. Though guarded, and his eyes were soft and kind.

_{Peter Hale
NOTES: Nah man, totally serious. Also did you see the latest episode? o.o}

thanks Rick from RPGD

Peter Hale
Omega

Thirty-Seven

Sous Chef at Bella Italia

Single

Sephy

164 posts

Sorrow [Carina] Jul 25, 2014 15:10:31 GMT

Post by Peter Hale on Jul 25, 2014 15:10:31 GMT

Peter made note of the table that she had chosen in the corner away from everyone. Apparently there was a serious conversation that they needed to have, or at least one that she didn’t want other people hearing. He had no doubts that it would be about their wolves and whatnot. He had yet to confess that he was a Hale so this would be an interesting exercise for Peter. Perhaps “exercise” wasn’t the right word. It was more of an encounter that he would file away for when he met other omegas that seemed to blow in to town. He had already tucked away his encounter with Kahlee and now he had this one with Carina. He would no doubt choose a favorite later, but for now he now would do what felt natural and follow Carina to the table she had chosen.

The self-proclaimed Alpha sat down in a seat across from the new werewolf before the barista arrived with their beverages and pastries. Peter nodded to them, a silent thank you before he brought his coffee to his lips, taking a sip to warm his bones. There was a brief moment before Carina looked over at him, telling him that she must thank him again for the tea and muffin. He shrugged his shoulders in response before she told him that it was lovely. Even so, Peter didn’t mind it all that much. He supposed he should voice it even though he didn’t feel the need to. ”While it’s not that big of a deal, you are welcome,” he told her, trying his best to be nice even though he still wasn’t sure what nice was. He was doing his best though to see him as though it came naturally to him, even if he did need to work on it a little, or so he had been told.

Then Carina asked Peter what he wanted to know. He paused a moment, looking over at the girl before he opened his mouth to speak, feeling that he should be frank. ”Alright. Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you here?” He asked her curiously. Too many creatures of unknown origin were making their way to Beacon Hills and it made Peter somewhat uncomfortable. He could tell the difference between werewolves, humans, and other creatures, but Peter was sure even some new creatures would be coming in to town and Peter wanted to know about them. He wanted to be ready just in case anything happened. He needed to be prepared, he needed to keep the pack prepared and he needed to keep Kahlee prepared. He had grown attached to the Omega and she had become very much like a daughter to him. He wanted to keep her safe…and maybe rip out the throat of her father for revenge for her and his Alpha status.

Tag; @lilbluesky
Words; 482
Notes; I did! -pets Peter- It was insane! I became a crazy Lacrosse Mom XD

Last Edit: Jul 25, 2014 15:10:49 GMT by Peter Hale