Post by Nash Lighter on Jul 14, 2016 7:19:26 GMT -8
Fateful Minx: Joss had spent the day taking care of paperwork at the pub, placing orders and overall making certain her business was thriving. After leaving there, she headed to the ranch to shower and change. Slipping into a pair of blue jeans white laced up tank top, white lace shoes, Joss towel dried her hair and left those dark curls to fall loosely down past her shoulders. Grabbing her keys, phone and purse, she headed out to her black Avalanche. A quick text to Nash, letting him know she was on her way and that she'd meet him at the entrance to the park. Once there, she parked her truck and waited for him to arrive. –d
Nash Lighter: It wasn't long before Nash was rolling into the parking lot of the park. Rolling through slowly, he kept an eye out for her, and once he spotted her in the Avalanche, he pulled in next to it, killing the engine. Popping the door open, he slipped out and swung the door shut, then leaned against it as he smiled at Joss.
Fateful Minx: Standing against the back of her truck, she smiled as she saw Nash pulling up. As he climbed out of his car, she headed over towards him. "Hey Nash. Fancy meeting you here." She snickered. –d
Nash Lighter: "Funny running into you here." He chuckled, keys slipped into the pocket of his jeans as he glanced around. "So you want to walk or drop the tailgate?" It just depended on her mood, really and either was fine with him.
Fateful Minx: "Hm, yes seems it is rather funny running into each other here." She tucked her keys into her pocket as she shrugged slightly. "Well we can walk around a bit and then come back to sit on the tailgate, unless you've got a reason not to walk around." She just grinned as she looked around the quiet area and the lit paths. –d
Nash Lighter: "I'm not allergic to it." He chuckled and headed for one of those paths, but by and large he let Joss lead the way. She knew the area better than he did and getting lost wasn't exactly on his agenda.
Fateful Minx: "Well that's good. I'd hate to have you suddenly break out or something like that." She teased as they headed towards one of the paths that interlinked with others as well. "So still no news about your brother yet?" –d
Nash Lighter: Nash shook his head. "Not yet and now I'm worried he may have a very severe reason for not making contact." Like maybe fur britches have no pockets and therefore his phone was lost.
Fateful Minx: As they headed down the path that led them through the dense woods, Joss stopped for a moment to look at him. "What exactly did Callie tell you that night after I high tailed it out of there?" Blue eyes studied his features before looking away. –d
Nash Lighter: "Basically that the things you see in the movies aren't all fiction. Vampires and shit are real and that this place..." He glanced around, "Is like an alternate plane, that people can move in and out of, from a lot of different planes, different realities, through ... what I picture are thin spots between the barriers. Like a blown gasket that's letting water from the cooling system into the block with the oil..."
Fateful Minx: As they continued to walk, they reached a well-lit area, or well enough with a few benches. Moving over to one, Joss climbed up on it to sit upon the back of it as she looked back to Nash. "Well that's quite true. Not all that you see or have seen at the Gator is what it appears to be. But I couldn't help but duck out because I didn't know how you'd react that night. We'd only just met and well you seem like a decent guy, Nash, quite funny and easy to talk to, I um just didn't want to spook you." She bit her lower lip as blues watched him. –d
Nash Lighter: Nash nodded and settled onto the table, one sneakered foot flat on the bench, the other stretched out, the heel hooked on the bench's edge. "Yeah, I kind of got the idea that there's more to you than meets the eye. And then the wolf necklace..." He paused, looking at her. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say werewolf. Which leads me to all sorts of questions. How, what does it cause, can you control it..." Well he did say questions.
Fateful Minx: "Well can you blame me for bolting the other night? I wasn't sure how you'd react and well since I'm still having a hard time adjusting to trying to control my rages, my aggression, the last thing I wanted to see was disgust in your reaction to figuring out that yes, I am a purebred Werewolf, Nash." She arched a brow, grinning as she studied his features, stretching a leg out and nudging his foot. "You can ask any questions you'd like, I'll be as honest as I can or I'll give you a reason as to why I won't answer your question, deal? And yes, I can control my wolf, that I learned at a young age. And I was born a wolf, both my parents are wolves." –d
Nash Lighter: "You were born a wolf." he nodded. "So what, this gene kicks in when you hit puberty..." One brow rose. "How old are you?"
Fateful Minx: She laughed at the question in regards to her age. "Don't you know it’s not proper to ask a woman her age, Nash?" She nudged his foot. "How old do you think I am? Careful answering that." She snickered. "As for when the gene kicks in, it can be before you hit puberty or right there after. In my case, I hadn't yet quite hit puberty when mine kicked in. And yes, I was born a wolf. " –d
Nash Lighter: Nash studied her and face it, he'd known high school girls that looked like thirty five year old divorcees. "Well I'm going to say you're at least eighteen, simply on the grounds that you wouldn't be wandering so wide on your own otherwise." Nodding when she said she'd been born a wolfe, he was relieved. "So the whole get bit and turn hairy, end up joining the dollar shave club, and getting your money's worth and then some is where the fiction kicks in." That was a relief at least. No need to worry about Ian falling off the couch, while trying to lick his balls.
Fateful Minx: Joss just cracked up at his comment about the turning hairy part and joining the dollar shave club. "Oh Nash! You definitely watch too many movies that don't portray wolves right." She shook her head laughing harder. "I'm well over 18, I'm actually 25. So very legal, graduated college with my Masters in Business, Bachelors in Accounting." She grinned. "But I do actually turn hairy, snow white to be exact yet I am in full control as to when, except when the full moon is upon us, the urge then to shift is hard to resist." –d
Nash Lighter: Nodding, Nash looked out over the park. "So you mentioned rage. What happens when you go into a rage?" Looking back at her, he was trying to take it all in and not call bullshit on the entire notion. It all seemed fantastical, yet there were plenty of things in the world that were either unexplained, or newly discovered, things that a few hundred years ago, learned men would have scoffed at.
Fateful Minx: Leaning back, Joss drew her knees up close to her chest after lowering to settle on the bench, arms wrapping around her legs as she rested her chin on her kneecap. "When I mentioned about the rage I feel, Nash, its more my emotions over what took place when I was a child, the separation from my grandfather who was teaching me how to accept what I was, how to hunt, to track, to control the urges to shift when I should and shouldn't. Things happened to me and I have a hard time trying to trust and to find an outlet to release the inner turmoil within me, that's what I refer to when I mention about the rage within me." –d
Nash Lighter: "So it's not a wolf thing, necessarily, but the wolf makes it harder to deal with." Nodding, he contemplated that a moment before asking. "So, do you have to be born to be a wolf, or is that whole bite thing a ... thing?"
Fateful Minx: "Yes and no. It is part of the wolf in me, but also part of what makes me who I am as a person, Nash." She smiled. "But before I answer your question, let me ask you this, since you asked me, how old are you?" She chuckled as she gazed at the wolf necklace she'd given him. "As for whether or not you can be a wolf, you can be either born one or yes, you can be bitten and turned." –d
Nash Lighter: "So my concern that my brother is out there somewhere, as a wolf, isn't exactly my being paranoid." he shook his head. "As for me, I'm thirty eight."
Fateful Minx: When he mentioned how old he was, she chuckled faintly. "What, wait, no way." She shook her head. "I would have thought you were closer to 28, maybe 30 tops." She grinned, and then shook her head. "Your concern for your brother isn't exactly misplaced, Nash, but if he has been turned, then I would certainly hope whomever did such, had enough sense in them to teach him our ways." -d
Nash Lighter: "I gotta find him." He shook his head. "I need to ask Callie a few questions about Ian's boss. You want to head to the Gator?"
Fateful Minx: "Um, I've been avoiding the Gator since the other night. Let's just say Ki upset me, so I haven't stopped by to visit. But if you want to, I'll just head back either to my pub or the ranch." -d
Nash Lighter: Nash nodded. "I really should go talk to her. And I wouldn't worry about a snot nosed kid. I've seen the type before. Sooner or later they piss off the wrong person and they're handed their ass."
Fateful Minx: "Just do me a favor and don't mention to anyone what we've talked about, please Nash." She gazed at him as she uncurled her legs and stretched as she stood. "Well I'm glad that we got a chance to talk. I hope that Callie has some input for you about your brother's boss." She smiled to him. –d
Nash Lighter: "No problem." Nash nodded as he rose. "And thanks. I appreciate it." he smiled as they started back toward the lot. "I don't want to stress when I don't know if there's a reason to, you know, but it would kind of explain why he's not been around."
Fateful Minx: As they started back down the path, Joss nodded as she listened to him. "You're welcome. I hope he turns up soon so that you can relax, Nash. And thanks for coming and just hanging out and letting me explain. Maybe I'll see you around some time." -d
Nash Lighter: "It can happen." he smiled and nodded and as they reached their cars, he leaned in and dropped a kiss to her cheek. "Thanks again." Unlocking his car, he pulled the door open, but he would wait until she was in her own and safe before he'd slip into his own.
Fateful Minx: She smiled back at him as she nodded. "Sounds like a plan then." She blinked as she watched him lean over and was caught off guard by the kiss to her cheek. A faint blush might of been seen as she unlocked the door of her truck. "Um you're quite welcome and anytime I can be of help. Take care of yourself, Nash." She slipped into her truck and started it up, backing up to turn and head back towards her pub. –d
Nash Lighter: Once she was in and on the move, Nash slid into the Skyline, cranked her over and was soon heading for the Gator.
Fateful Minx: Honk of horn as they both headed off in opposite directions. -d
Nash Lighter: It wasn't long before Nash was rolling into the parking lot of the park. Rolling through slowly, he kept an eye out for her, and once he spotted her in the Avalanche, he pulled in next to it, killing the engine. Popping the door open, he slipped out and swung the door shut, then leaned against it as he smiled at Joss.
Fateful Minx: Standing against the back of her truck, she smiled as she saw Nash pulling up. As he climbed out of his car, she headed over towards him. "Hey Nash. Fancy meeting you here." She snickered. –d
Nash Lighter: "Funny running into you here." He chuckled, keys slipped into the pocket of his jeans as he glanced around. "So you want to walk or drop the tailgate?" It just depended on her mood, really and either was fine with him.
Fateful Minx: "Hm, yes seems it is rather funny running into each other here." She tucked her keys into her pocket as she shrugged slightly. "Well we can walk around a bit and then come back to sit on the tailgate, unless you've got a reason not to walk around." She just grinned as she looked around the quiet area and the lit paths. –d
Nash Lighter: "I'm not allergic to it." He chuckled and headed for one of those paths, but by and large he let Joss lead the way. She knew the area better than he did and getting lost wasn't exactly on his agenda.
Fateful Minx: "Well that's good. I'd hate to have you suddenly break out or something like that." She teased as they headed towards one of the paths that interlinked with others as well. "So still no news about your brother yet?" –d
Nash Lighter: Nash shook his head. "Not yet and now I'm worried he may have a very severe reason for not making contact." Like maybe fur britches have no pockets and therefore his phone was lost.
Fateful Minx: As they headed down the path that led them through the dense woods, Joss stopped for a moment to look at him. "What exactly did Callie tell you that night after I high tailed it out of there?" Blue eyes studied his features before looking away. –d
Nash Lighter: "Basically that the things you see in the movies aren't all fiction. Vampires and shit are real and that this place..." He glanced around, "Is like an alternate plane, that people can move in and out of, from a lot of different planes, different realities, through ... what I picture are thin spots between the barriers. Like a blown gasket that's letting water from the cooling system into the block with the oil..."
Fateful Minx: As they continued to walk, they reached a well-lit area, or well enough with a few benches. Moving over to one, Joss climbed up on it to sit upon the back of it as she looked back to Nash. "Well that's quite true. Not all that you see or have seen at the Gator is what it appears to be. But I couldn't help but duck out because I didn't know how you'd react that night. We'd only just met and well you seem like a decent guy, Nash, quite funny and easy to talk to, I um just didn't want to spook you." She bit her lower lip as blues watched him. –d
Nash Lighter: Nash nodded and settled onto the table, one sneakered foot flat on the bench, the other stretched out, the heel hooked on the bench's edge. "Yeah, I kind of got the idea that there's more to you than meets the eye. And then the wolf necklace..." He paused, looking at her. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say werewolf. Which leads me to all sorts of questions. How, what does it cause, can you control it..." Well he did say questions.
Fateful Minx: "Well can you blame me for bolting the other night? I wasn't sure how you'd react and well since I'm still having a hard time adjusting to trying to control my rages, my aggression, the last thing I wanted to see was disgust in your reaction to figuring out that yes, I am a purebred Werewolf, Nash." She arched a brow, grinning as she studied his features, stretching a leg out and nudging his foot. "You can ask any questions you'd like, I'll be as honest as I can or I'll give you a reason as to why I won't answer your question, deal? And yes, I can control my wolf, that I learned at a young age. And I was born a wolf, both my parents are wolves." –d
Nash Lighter: "You were born a wolf." he nodded. "So what, this gene kicks in when you hit puberty..." One brow rose. "How old are you?"
Fateful Minx: She laughed at the question in regards to her age. "Don't you know it’s not proper to ask a woman her age, Nash?" She nudged his foot. "How old do you think I am? Careful answering that." She snickered. "As for when the gene kicks in, it can be before you hit puberty or right there after. In my case, I hadn't yet quite hit puberty when mine kicked in. And yes, I was born a wolf. " –d
Nash Lighter: Nash studied her and face it, he'd known high school girls that looked like thirty five year old divorcees. "Well I'm going to say you're at least eighteen, simply on the grounds that you wouldn't be wandering so wide on your own otherwise." Nodding when she said she'd been born a wolfe, he was relieved. "So the whole get bit and turn hairy, end up joining the dollar shave club, and getting your money's worth and then some is where the fiction kicks in." That was a relief at least. No need to worry about Ian falling off the couch, while trying to lick his balls.
Fateful Minx: Joss just cracked up at his comment about the turning hairy part and joining the dollar shave club. "Oh Nash! You definitely watch too many movies that don't portray wolves right." She shook her head laughing harder. "I'm well over 18, I'm actually 25. So very legal, graduated college with my Masters in Business, Bachelors in Accounting." She grinned. "But I do actually turn hairy, snow white to be exact yet I am in full control as to when, except when the full moon is upon us, the urge then to shift is hard to resist." –d
Nash Lighter: Nodding, Nash looked out over the park. "So you mentioned rage. What happens when you go into a rage?" Looking back at her, he was trying to take it all in and not call bullshit on the entire notion. It all seemed fantastical, yet there were plenty of things in the world that were either unexplained, or newly discovered, things that a few hundred years ago, learned men would have scoffed at.
Fateful Minx: Leaning back, Joss drew her knees up close to her chest after lowering to settle on the bench, arms wrapping around her legs as she rested her chin on her kneecap. "When I mentioned about the rage I feel, Nash, its more my emotions over what took place when I was a child, the separation from my grandfather who was teaching me how to accept what I was, how to hunt, to track, to control the urges to shift when I should and shouldn't. Things happened to me and I have a hard time trying to trust and to find an outlet to release the inner turmoil within me, that's what I refer to when I mention about the rage within me." –d
Nash Lighter: "So it's not a wolf thing, necessarily, but the wolf makes it harder to deal with." Nodding, he contemplated that a moment before asking. "So, do you have to be born to be a wolf, or is that whole bite thing a ... thing?"
Fateful Minx: "Yes and no. It is part of the wolf in me, but also part of what makes me who I am as a person, Nash." She smiled. "But before I answer your question, let me ask you this, since you asked me, how old are you?" She chuckled as she gazed at the wolf necklace she'd given him. "As for whether or not you can be a wolf, you can be either born one or yes, you can be bitten and turned." –d
Nash Lighter: "So my concern that my brother is out there somewhere, as a wolf, isn't exactly my being paranoid." he shook his head. "As for me, I'm thirty eight."
Fateful Minx: When he mentioned how old he was, she chuckled faintly. "What, wait, no way." She shook her head. "I would have thought you were closer to 28, maybe 30 tops." She grinned, and then shook her head. "Your concern for your brother isn't exactly misplaced, Nash, but if he has been turned, then I would certainly hope whomever did such, had enough sense in them to teach him our ways." -d
Nash Lighter: "I gotta find him." He shook his head. "I need to ask Callie a few questions about Ian's boss. You want to head to the Gator?"
Fateful Minx: "Um, I've been avoiding the Gator since the other night. Let's just say Ki upset me, so I haven't stopped by to visit. But if you want to, I'll just head back either to my pub or the ranch." -d
Nash Lighter: Nash nodded. "I really should go talk to her. And I wouldn't worry about a snot nosed kid. I've seen the type before. Sooner or later they piss off the wrong person and they're handed their ass."
Fateful Minx: "Just do me a favor and don't mention to anyone what we've talked about, please Nash." She gazed at him as she uncurled her legs and stretched as she stood. "Well I'm glad that we got a chance to talk. I hope that Callie has some input for you about your brother's boss." She smiled to him. –d
Nash Lighter: "No problem." Nash nodded as he rose. "And thanks. I appreciate it." he smiled as they started back toward the lot. "I don't want to stress when I don't know if there's a reason to, you know, but it would kind of explain why he's not been around."
Fateful Minx: As they started back down the path, Joss nodded as she listened to him. "You're welcome. I hope he turns up soon so that you can relax, Nash. And thanks for coming and just hanging out and letting me explain. Maybe I'll see you around some time." -d
Nash Lighter: "It can happen." he smiled and nodded and as they reached their cars, he leaned in and dropped a kiss to her cheek. "Thanks again." Unlocking his car, he pulled the door open, but he would wait until she was in her own and safe before he'd slip into his own.
Fateful Minx: She smiled back at him as she nodded. "Sounds like a plan then." She blinked as she watched him lean over and was caught off guard by the kiss to her cheek. A faint blush might of been seen as she unlocked the door of her truck. "Um you're quite welcome and anytime I can be of help. Take care of yourself, Nash." She slipped into her truck and started it up, backing up to turn and head back towards her pub. –d
Nash Lighter: Once she was in and on the move, Nash slid into the Skyline, cranked her over and was soon heading for the Gator.
Fateful Minx: Honk of horn as they both headed off in opposite directions. -d