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In a world you thought you knew, secrets remained hidden in the shrouds of time and destiny. In the age of the internet and television, the characters of your childhood fairy tales, your favorite movies, or even your wildest desires are all reality. Humanity has found itself no longer alone. The monsters are out of the closet. Magic is real. Society has found itself divided into those who have accepted the 'others', and those who wish to send these creatures into a fiery grave. A church that teach the ever lasting life by embracing vampires' eternity. Humans who have risen up to create hate groups against them. An eternal struggle between angels and demons amidst it all, threatening destruction of the entire world in the cross-fire. All the while, most of society works, lives, breathes, right along side monsters and beautiful creatures from their dreams. Who are you among them? Welcome to Savannah, Georgia.

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Jack Daniels
 Posted: Dec 20 2017, 02:26 PM
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When he woke this morning, it was a reoccurring nightmare. The one that he had since the day he woke up in the hospital, after everything that had happened that fateful day, 15 years ago. A dream that had him watching those buildings fall, knowing that his wife and his father were both still within. He ran towards it, only to be blown down by the debris cloud that literally blanketed everything. When he woke in the hospital a week later, he had been given the news as to what happened. He had been hit int he head pretty hard from flying debris that he forgot all about it. At least until that moment. So having the nightmare, it was something that always unsettled him.

So today he was rather cranky. It was his day off, but it did not stop him from getting dressed and carrying. He had his badge on his belt because even if he was off duty, he was still a cop. he was also an Alpha who did keep his pack safe and sound. even when he himself had some issues. His beta tried to help him, but there were somethings that he was not ready to share with anyone. Even if it was more than a decade ago. So having got up, dressed and leaving his house; as he did not need to be a hermit. It was not healthy and he knew it. So going out into public, despite his desire to curl up under the covers and grumble for a few days was not in the agenda.

His classic car was loud, as they should be. People knew who he was, and some even waved. He waved back, offered a bit of a smile before he found a place to park. The coffee shop he enjoyed was open, and at this time of day, it was not as crowded. He did not care for crowds, even though he had been born and raised in a city known for them. After that incident that brought those two buildings down, he had retreated from the city he had once loved. Now... the city was just too full of painful memories. So coming to Savannah, though it still had its crowds, it was nothing close to Manhattan. Things were slower, and the vibe, well it was more lively, instead of the walking dead feeling he got when he was still in Manhattan.

The shop owner was always kind to him, and always trying to set him up with her daughter. Despite her attempts and his polite refusals, she still tried. He kept telling her that he was too old; she seemed to forget that he was in his forties and her daughter was in her twenties. She would always shake her head, scoff and pass him her daughter's number. He always took it, but then would tear it up and toss it int he trash when she was not looking. If her daughter knew that she was trying to set her up with an older man, she would be mortified.

He waited in line, had the usual interaction, 'No thank you, it's alright. I am quite alright. No, I cannot come over for dinner. Thank you.' With is large coffee, and usually a ham and cheese something, he headed out, not stopping to doctor his coffee. He would take it black and head towards the bench on the riverfront where he could sit and do whatever it was he was doing. it was a cool day, the air crisp, something he enjoyed. Pushing his sunglasses onto the top of his head, he took a seat, his hazel eyes watching the scenery in front of him.

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Cassidy McCoy
 Posted: Dec 26 2017, 06:34 PM
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I will keep running
Until my past catches up with me

Time was a mistress all living things were forced to endure, even those who had managed to slip her shackles. Cassidy was not one of those lucky few, though at times she certainly felt it. There was no doubt her infected state slowed the aging process and fought off diseases that could pose risk to her body, but it was not a stopper to cease the flow of time. More than aware of the imposition, she sought to use what little time she had to herself to do the things she truly enjoyed doing. Bizarrely enough one of those things was running. An activity that most people viewed as a nuisance or obligation. In her case it was a relief from the burden of the day to day. A stolen period in which she could allow her mind loose to explore her innermost thoughts and desires – no matter what they might have been. Every day she began the same. An hour spent beating the pavement or gravel beneath the soles of her shoes. The only thing that differed was location.

Today she’d decided to take to the riverfront. Truthfully it was one of her least favorite places to run, if only for one distinct reason. The paper mill. The scent it provided was ghastly, especially to one whose nose could pick up the faintest of aromas. Had it not been for that she would have truly adored the scenery. The juxtaposition made choosing her time running the riverside one of logistics. The winter months were easier, because she could usually rely on a westward wind to keep the stench from blowing toward the sea. So long as she ran toward the ocean and not away from it, then she was perfectly capable of keeping her back to the stench and outrunning any chance it had of catching up to her.

Her morning had begun before the sun had yet risen and carried on well after it ascended past the horizon; nevertheless she had only really began to break a sweat. Leave it to the stamina of a werewolf to keep one from actually finding aerobic stimulus. Had she no plans for the day she likely would have continued on for hours to come, unfortunately she only had about an hour left to her name before she would have to be headed back to her house to prepare for the day ahead at the hospital. Knowing that she pushed herself to a quicker pace, bypassing a few errant joggers as she did, though never doing so at such a pace as to draw unnecessary attention her way. While she didn’t hide what she was, she knew better than to flaunt it in a place where lycanthropy was still viewed as a lesser state of being. Closing on the riverfront proper she found her senses assaulted with a scent entirely apart from the mill. A familiar one that managed to lure a smile to her lips.

No doubt by this point he’d be settled upon some bench sipping his coffee, looking the part of an old cantankerous man. The smile twisted into a bit of a grin as she veered off course, shifting from the path that would take her right up next to the river. Instead she used another that would provide her with just enough subterfuge to come up around behind his typical haunt. Lo and behold as she came round the bend she spotted the back of his head, cup in motion to provide him another bitter sip of his coffee. Closing on him she slowed to a walk, planting her hands over her hips as she did. Steadying her breath she brought her heartrate down even as she stood over his shoulder. “You know habits make you an easy target, Detective.” Squinting one eye shut against the burning sun as it bore down upon her she left the other fixed squarely on his back.

If he didn’t know her by name or scent alone, he would by sight. Flashing a bit of a grin his way she rounded the bench and made herself right at home at his side. Looking between him and his cup she laughed slightly before she prodded him for information. “Who does she try to set you up with? It’s always her nephew for me. I am guessing she has some niece or daughter she tries to push off on you?” It wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest. Actually she’d be more shocked if the woman didn’t try to marry off her Ulfric to any single lady she had at her disposal. Taking a deep breath she wrinkled her nose only slightly at the minor hint of the paper mill floating in the air. Exhaling it once more she cocked her head and readdressed her jade gaze his way, eager to indulge in some conversation before her day turned to emergencies, bylaws, and panic.

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Jack Daniels
 Posted: Jan 1 2018, 02:15 PM
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Sometimes the things he saw on a regular basis made him more cranky than usual. He was not an angry man, he was just one that kept his emotions in and some often related that to being cranky. If people really knew what he held in, they would want to wrap him up in a blanket and hold him as he cried. He only cried in private, but no one really knew that. Instead, he wore his pain on the inside, often getting others to think that he hated life. He honestly did not. He just missed his wife terribly. Yes, more than a decade had passed, but the pain always came back on those days of the year that was his birthday, her birthday. Their wedding anniversary and of course the holidays. He hated the holidays. He did not even decorate his house as there was no one to share it with. Yes, the pack often wanted to bring him a Christmas tree, but he always told them not to waste their time. He would attend their parties, but he often was found, outside on the porch grabbing a smoke.

He did not smoke often, only during those times when he needed space. He always carried a pack with him, but that one pack would last him quite some time. He gave away more cigarettes than he actually smoked. Today, he had not had a smoke. He was not going to. He had his coffee. Taking a sip, he felt the presence of someone who was pack, caught her scent and allowed her to sneak up on him. She always thought she was being sneaky when he knew she was there long before she thought he knew. It was how he was the Alpha, and how he was the one who protected the entire pack. He used their strength, gave his own, and was the man they needed him to be. Lowering the coffee cup, he did not even look at her, his response his regular gruff growl. it actually was a nice voice, kind of sexy, but don't tell him that. He would roll his eyes when someone told him that.

"Yes, but I could smell your deodorant a mile away." He knew he could be an easy target, but that was another reason why he wanted people to underestimate him. He was what he was and could be something that was the thing of nightmares. He finished his coffee and did not offer her the bag he had with his breakfast. She would take it if she needed it and he would be fine with that. "Her daughter. She forgets that I am 20 years older than her. I can find my own girlfriend thank you very much." The trash was close by so when he tossed the empty cup into it, he made the shot from as far as they were. He had pretty good hand-eye coordination. He had to in order to pass the gun drills they had to twice a year. And since he had been an NYPD Sniper, he still kept those skills as fresh as he could.

People were always trying to get him a girlfriend wife or whatever. Hell, he often was propositioned on his way to the restroom when he went to the pub. And while it was sometimes tempting to have a quick fling in the bathroom, he always pushed them off, telling them not to debase themselves. if he wanted someone in his bed, he was quite capable of managing that."They give you the day off?"It was not unusual for the two of them to see each other early in the day, as their hours were whenever they were called. It sucked, but it was what it was.

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Cassidy McCoy
 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 12:36 PM
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I will keep running
Until my past catches up with me

There was little in way of swooning when she heard him speak. If there had ever been a time when the gravel in his tone had made her weak in the knees it had passed. Now it was just another part of him and overall Jack had that aura of ‘no trespassing’ that kept her from pursuing anything more than an easy friendship. Not that anything was ever really easy with him. Even being friendly at times could test the best of them. Case in point the no nonsense response and the lack of real interaction as she found herself a place to sit beside him. A more socially inclined individual might say, “Oh sure, Jack, I would love to share your breakfast”, and in fact did. While his tone was gruff her own was quite chipper, trying to counteract his hum drum. Picking up the bag she peeked inside and wrinkled her nose just the slightest bit. “Creature of habit… do you ever eat anything else?” Flashing a smile she rolled the top of the bag back down and set it where it had been once more, abandoning the idea of stealing his meal.

“Sure you can.” There was no implied humor as she agreed with his notion of finding a girlfriend. In fact she went out of her way to try and sound entirely serious. Whether or not she believed he actually could was another story all together. He was certainly good looking and had that whole alpha personal oozing from every pore – he just wasn’t baiting any hooks as far as she could tell. No doubt he had his reasons and she wasn’t about to ask. If he wanted to share then he would, if not, then she could pretend like everyone else that they didn’t exist. “You humored her at least though, right? Let me guess… took the number and thanked her then discarded it with your receipt? You know that’s basically indulgence and you should be ashamed of yourself.” Cassidy didn’t bother to tone down her good humor on his account, if anything she tried almost constantly to alleviate his sour mood.

Day off? That thought made her laugh quite literally out loud. Widening her eyes just a bit as she looked at him she gave her head a shake as her smile was forced to a comically large spread. “Oh no. That’ll never happen. Did they give you the day off?” The thought of either of them skirting a day’s work seemed like lunacy. At least most of the time when she dealt with people she had the opportunity to save their lives, he usually dealt with the already deceased. “Have you managed to dig up any information about the Halloween shooting? That death toll has been pretty staggering for this city. Doesn’t give me the warm and fuzzies knowing that it was a hate crime.” That preternaturals happened to be those being hated in said crime only made matters worse. Everyone in the medical field knew what she was, she had to disclose it for hire, which meant she walked the city streets and hospital halls with a bright shiny target on her back.


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Jack Daniels
 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 12:53 PM
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He knew he was not the easiest person to get along with. But he knew that his pack was well aware that he was fair, and would die for them. Yes, he was rough, and it showed in the fact that he was a no-nonsense sort of man. Some asked if he was an asshole because he was from New York. He never justified giving an answer for that. He just knew what he wanted, and knew how to get it. Granted he was not the violent sort, he did not need to be. People were well aware that he was as strong as he was rough. So when she sat down, he knew he did not need to offer, same with his breakfast.

Glancing at the bag when she asked if he was anything but a creature of habit. "I never ask for anything, she just gives it to me." Which was the truth. The woman who ran the shop assumed what he wanted and he was not going to argue. He had done that once and it had gotten him nowhere. So he just did what was easiest, and half the time he did not pay. He would usually leave what he did not pay as a tip. So he was even. But yes, he could be considered a creature of habit. People could usually find him, but he had to make himself available. As a Cop as well as the Alpha. It did not mean he has gotten soft, or lackadaisical with his routine. He was well aware of what was around him, including what was behind him. Where he sat gave him a better advantage point even if someone thought they could sneak up on him. As he was downwind, he would catch scent of anyone.

"Of course I did. If I ignored it she would be showing up at my job with a box of donuts and her daughter." He could find a date, hell, he did have sex from time to time, he just did not announce it and nine times out of ten, he went to the woman's house as he was not about to bring someone to his home. Not that anyone would know that he was once married and that yes he missed his wife. He should move on. He could just imagine his wife as a ghost telling him to. He quickly shoved that thought out of his mind as it did make him a little sad. "Yes, I do get days off, but yes I am on call all the time."Despite not wanting to answer his phone at times, he always answered no matter what time of day or night it was.

He gave her a look before watching a couple kids who should be in school skateboarding along the pier. He should get up and tell them to get to school, but he stayed put. "Unfortunately, no. We had a good lead but it fizzled out. I need to call some of my old contacts and see if they have heard anything. I'll also check with a couple packs up north and see if they have been experiencing anything similar. I'm sorry I don't have any more information, but whoever did this was good." It was difficult to explain why this had not yet been solved. Several months had passed and they were still at a loss.

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Cassidy McCoy
 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 01:49 PM
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I will keep running
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When it came to food Cassidy tended to prefer gamey meats and robust gravy. It was the country girl in her and she simply couldn’t shake it, especially now that she was eating for two. The wolf it seemed enjoyed venison and elk nearly as much as she did, if not more, so who was she to deny it? Sweets on the other hand were never really her forte. Even muffins sat a little off in her belly, even more so when she had just taken a run. “Really? Well now I know she likes you more and that just doesn’t seem fair.” That the woman might show up at the precinct with a box of donuts and her daughter on the side only made her laugh again. She could just imagine serious Jack trying to politely but firmly turn them down while sending them on their way. Did he ever blush? That could certainly do it to a man. Somehow she doubted it though. “I would pay to see that. Maybe I will encourage her to do just that, so I can hide behind a corner and snap a picture of your face when it goes down. I bet… it would look exactly the same as every other face you make.”

The smile that lingered was her normal expression of choice. There was simply too little time for her to let the world bog her down too much. Not to mention that if she stopped to really think about the bad then it would only serve to destroy her from the inside out. “Well you are a luckier man than me. I haven’t had a day off in three weeks. I am beginning to think that I’ll never get another.” Even when she was home she had a pager and a cell that were issued by the hospital. The emergency room in Savannah was forever in action and she was at the head of it all. When they didn’t know what to do or who to turn to, they called her and she answered. If nothing else she was putting in her dues until she was able to find a better position somewhere that didn’t have nearly as much chaos and pain. Until then she would just have to grin and bear it.

At least if she was at the hospital she didn’t have to worry about being home alone in the city. With the knowledge that the perpetrators were still out there, it was a small comfort. For the first time her smile shifted and settled, finding the news quite sobering. “I heard that RPIT and FBI were involved. Is it as tense as they make it out to be on television? A turf war between the cops and the feds? For everyone’s sake I hope not.” The sooner they figured out who was responsible and brought them to justice the better off everyone would be, especially those like herself who were known preternaturals. “I’m just glad none of the pack was at the gala. I am not sure how I would have handled seeing one of our own brought into the emergency room that night.” As it was she had to patch up a number of different species and bore witness to the countless deaths of many others. It hadn’t been a night she enjoyed. Hopefully it wouldn’t be repeated.

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Jack Daniels
 Posted: Jan 8 2018, 09:58 PM
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He rolled his eyes for a brief moment. He doubted that the woman liked him more. She had just been trying to set him up with her daughter since the day he moved there. Maybe it was because he was new flesh, maybe it was because he was a really good guy. But what she did not know was that he had been there before and it was not something that he was looking for. He had lost once before, he doubted he could do it again. And knowing his luck, it would happen and he would be an even bigger mess than what he was now. Yes, he functioned, but he did miss his wife oh so terribly.

"I highly doubt it would do anything. Plus she has done it before. ">It amused him that she was always so.. chipper. Even though e was well aware that she saw things that made the world a dark and ugly place.The processed it differently. He internalized it, but that was also how he solved the crimes he was assigned. If he didn't think as deeply as he did, he would not be able to get into the mind of the one who might have caused the crime.

He closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them again, his hazel eyes on her when she said he was a luckier man than she. "I am pretty sure that I am not. But yes, I do get days off and we all know I am always working no matter where I am. At work or here, sitting enjoying my coffee and being annoyed by a Dr lady who likes to try and annoy me." She didn't annoy him, and it showed as there were lines around his eyes that firmed in his amusement. She was always trying to get him to crack a smile when he rarely did. For him to let out a full laugh was so rare that most people were convinced that he never laughed. He did, just not at the same things as everyone else.

He sighed and nodded at her comment of glad that it wasn't one of their own. " Yeah.. I have buried enough Colleagues, Friends, AND Family. I do not wish to do so anytime soon. You'll let me know if you get anything peculiar at work, Won't you?" He knew she would, and even if it might be something so minor, he knew she would call. They needed something, and soon or else this might happen again and it might be someone they cared for.

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Cassidy McCoy
 Posted: Jan 12 2018, 04:26 PM
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Until my past catches up with me

While Cassidy didn’t genuinely believe that the old woman might have liked her any more or less than Jack, it was still amusing to joke about. Plus it made him roll his eyes and that was almost as good as making him laugh. It was a sign that he wasn’t just a cranky dick behind his placid façade. Wrinkling her nose just the slightest bit at the thought of the woman having already done what had been described, she followed the expression with a renewed laugh. “Too bad I didn’t get the chance to see it. I have a sick fetish for men placed in uncomfortable situations. It’s my sexual kryptonite.” The humor in her tone was never mistakable. There was no truth to her words, just a good old fashioned verbal sparring that was ninety percent sarcasm and ten percent frivolity.

As far as their jobs were concerned, neither could really brag about being lucky in the traditional sense. They both dealt with fairly horrific occurrences day in and out. Jack dealt with criminals but Cassidy got to deal with the results of criminal activities, as well as generalized accidents. “Maybe not. I think we could both seriously do with a vacation. I think a nice trip to a cabin outside the city would suit me just fine. Fishing… oh lord could I use the mind numbing relaxation of a day sprawled out on a riverbank.” Sighing wistfully she allowed her little getaway to drift off only to be replaced by a fresh smile. “How about you, Jack? What is heaven to our grouchy Ulfric? I mean other than getting annoyed by amazingly gorgeous, intelligent, and charismatic doctor ladies of course.”

Keeping things light would make the harder conversations go down with less of a struggle. It always helped to add a bit of sugar to any tart spoonful, that’s what Mary Poppins had taught her. Nodding in affirmation she made quite sure he knew that she would pass on anything and everything she happened to hear. It was easier to pass information to him than it was other officers, even if she didn’t always deal with cases that ended in death. If nothing else he could pass the information off to the appropriate party and would have a greater understanding of the city because of it – which was something any pack leader could put to good use. Tilting her wrist she peeked at her watch once more before leaning on back into her seat, deciding she had enough time to relax for a bit before she’d have to take off for work. If nothing else it would set the tone for her day and give her something to reflect upon later.


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