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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 16:53:08 GMT -5
Paul had just finished a patrol and therefore, just finished putting his jeans on. The sun was setting and he planned to go home and spend the rest of the evening with a very pregnant Rachael. With the babies coming soon, and in between work and patrolling, Paul did not have too much leisure time, but he was still managing . . . some how. He walked out of the woods and on to the beach, holding back a yawn. At least patrolling wasn't too intense these past few months. That may also have something to do with the fact that there were now two packs in La Push, something that Paul thought was by far the stupidest thing ever. He resented those who left Sam's pack, and made no secret of it for he often argued with those who were part of Jacob's pack.
As he stepped on to the beach, he caught sight of a young woman. She was definitely not from around here. Her blond hair and light skin made that much obvious. It raised Paul's curiousity for he did not take well to outsiders, even non-vampire ones. He walked up to her, since he had to walk that way anyway, and decided to make his curiousity more apparent instead of just staring. He was not afraid to speak his mind, which was part of the reason he tended to get on people's nerves. "You lost?" He asked bluntly, looking at her with a blank expression, though he was a little skeptical of her presence here.
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 13, 2009 17:03:35 GMT -5
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Life was officially exhausting in Charlotte's eyes. Driving too and from Seattle on the weekends, piles of homework, and so much reading it hurt wasn't always the ideal thing. She used to enjoy reading on her own time, but this was going to change at this rate. She knew college life was going to be different, but this was ridiculous! She had essays, papers, reports, the whole nine yards. It was bothersome, but hopefully when she got her degree it would be worth it. What'd she do after college, she wasn't sure.
A scientist had been a possibility, but if they had half as much works as Char seemed to have at the moment that was definitely off the list. She could only imagine what her friend Megan would say if she were hear right now. 'You got curves, go be a stripper if you need a job.' Chuckling softly at the thoughts, trying to hide the sadness. She missed her friends, yes, but Megan was all the way in Colorado. She was staying with her mom instead of her dad now, so what could she say?
"You lost?" The voice startled Charlotte, and she jumped slightly. She looked over her shoulder to see a guy who looked like he was part giant, though that might have been because she was shorter than most people her age and sitting down. He reminded her vaguely of Embry - which made her miss him again. She probably should have dropped by his house, but was so exhausted she hadn't thought of it. "No, I'm perfectly aware of where I am."
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 17:20:30 GMT -5
She was perfectly aware was she? Paul slightly raised an eyebrow at her comment -- not to mention the way she spoke, which was far more proper than Paul -- . "Alright, well did you lose your tour group then? Tours ended about an hour ago. Its kinda late for you, maybe you should head back home." Paul was protective over his land . . . over the reservation he had grown up on. And he had never seen this woman before. Sometimes, there were people from Forks, kids who wanted to go on the beach and surf . . . at least those people, Paul recognized. But her? Who was she? Where was she from? At the moment, he was trying to use his sarcasm to find out. He didn't care if it was rude; he was not known for his polite manners, quite the opposite actually.
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 13, 2009 17:31:43 GMT -5
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Molecular physics focuses on multi-atomic structures and their internal and external interactions with matter and light. Optical physics is distinct...dang it! Focus on something other than physics, Charlotte instructed herself. After staring at things that pretty muched repeated her thoughts for hours straight, she was slightly on edge and probably a little cranky. She didn't want to be a female dog or anything, but going days without sleep and hating coffee were never a good combination. Especially when sugar had no affect on your energy levels.
"Alright, well did you lose your tour group then? Tours ended about an hour ago. Its kinda late for you, maybe you should head back home." Tour group? God, Charlotte didn't even know if there were tours out here but had a feeling he was probably being sarcastic. Sarcasm was quite a game she was used to, she had grown up with it. It hardly phased her, even it was intended to be rude against her. Living amongst rich snobs most of her life did help with ignoring it though, so maybe she was actually slightly grateful for them.
"No, I was not a part of a tour group. Nor would I consider it late, seeing as the sun is just now setting." Charlotte responded in an emotionless tone, keeping her face clear of emotions. She had learned that showing no emotions while speaking in an extremely proper way could annoy the heck out of people, especially when they weren't bothering talking with proper grammar. Well, at least it had with her younger brother. Which of course she sought out to annoy her younger brother, seeing as he had done the same to her.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 17:37:01 GMT -5
Well, she was going to be difficult now was she? Paul was just going to have to be more blunt. He stood there, towering over her, still wondering what on earth she was doing here. "Well its late for you, especially in a place that you don't really belong in. You kinda stick out like a sore thumb . . . if you know what I mean." Blunt? Naah. Paul could be more rude, and more blunt with her. He would get to that though; all in good time. For now, he was just going to stand here, waiting for answers, though maybe he should start asking more appropriate questions. Either that, or he would continue to throw up comments based on her skin color and the fact that it was not consistent to the average La Push resident.
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 13, 2009 17:55:40 GMT -5
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"Well its late for you, especially in a place that you don't really belong in. You kinda stick out like a sore thumb . . . if you know what I mean." He did NOT just go there. Charlotte stood up, turning sharply on her heel to face them. She may be small, but she could flip a grown man on to his back and knew how to paralyze someone. She may look like she'd never hurt a fly, but insult her skin tone and she would not be afraid to kick your butt. And she'd probably try to, too if you dare to try to anger her even more.
"You callin' me white, Pocahontas." Char said, letting a small smirk spread across her face as she crossed her arms below her chest. She knew little about Native American history, despite the fact her step-father and half-siblings were Blackfeet Indian. It's not like she could honestly help the fact that she had no Indian bloodline in her. She was quite a 'mutt' though, so to say. She was most certainly not from bloodline of one country, those were rare these days.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 18:01:32 GMT -5
Finally! He was getting some sort of reaction. "Well I wouldn't have put it so bluntly -- " That was a lie, he was not that far away from calling her white -- "But yeah. Sorry snowflake, but this doesn't look like your home. So you wanna tell me what you're doing here? No one else is on the beach. Lose your friends?" Paul was not going to offer to take her home . . . he was too tired to bother to inconvenience himself for a complete stranger. The most he would do was direct her close to . . . well, wherever she needed to go.
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 13, 2009 18:10:25 GMT -5
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"Well I wouldn't have put it so bluntly but yeah. Sorry snowflake, but this doesn't look like your home. So you wanna tell me what you're doing here? No one else is on the beach. Lose your friends?" Losing? Friends? For Charlotte? She held back her laughter. She had never lost a friend in her life, even when they decided to move to North Dakota. She always was able to keep in touch with everyone. Though, she knew she needed to stay calm. The last thing she needed to do was get into a fist fight. But, her parents weren't here to scold her and he probably couldn't say the same thing.
"That's because this isn't my home. Ya hear?" Charlotte ended with the perfect, classic Texas accent. Something she loved to do. "Nope, I don't think I'll tell you. I didn't loose them, they lost me since they decided to stay where the weather is pleasant. Plus, when half the time your study multi-atomic structures and their reactions with matter and light, it's not easy." She said, hoping he'd have no idea what she was talking about. She doubted the school district up here was as nearly advanced as hers had been, and that they hadn't been taught about that type of thing.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 18:25:26 GMT -5
"Aww, well ain't that a shame," Paul said in an overly sarcastic tone. He didn't care about her friends and where they were. He didn't care about . . . whatever jargon she just said. Maybe he should verbally state his disinterest. "Look, I don't really care about where your friends are, blah blah blah. I just wanna know what you're doing in this place. Its clear you don't live here, and lets just say we don't take too kindly to outsiders." Well, Paul didn't take too well to outsiders. "So you can either leave without telling me why you're here, or tell me why you're here, stay for a few extra minutes, and then leave anyway. Its up to you."
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 13, 2009 19:05:03 GMT -5
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"Aww, well ain't that a shame. Look, I don't really care about where your friends are, blah blah blah. I just wanna know what you're doing in this place. Its clear you don't live here, and lets just say we don't take too kindly to outsiders." Too. Kindly. To. Outsiders. Charlotte had to fight slightly harder to hold back her laughter this time. It seemed like they were plenty kind to outsiders from what she had experienced. Claire seemed to adore her, Seth most certainly didn't act like he hated her, and then there was Embry.
"So you can either leave without telling me why you're here, or tell me why you're here, stay for a few extra minutes, and then leave anyway. Its up to you." Leave? He acted like he had some authority over her. Charlotte knew that this was a public reservation, and that they weren't on public property. He couldn't force her to leave! If he tried to call the cops on her or something, what could he say? She hadn't threatened him, or broken the law in anyway that she could think of at the moment.
"It seems like only you don't take to well to outsiders from whom I've met. Why should I leave? It's not like I'm breaking the law coming here. Besides, I'd like to see you make me leave. I know someone here who probably wouldn't mind me staying at their place for the night." Charlotte said, letting the smirk slide across her tan to some, pale to his, face.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 19:13:51 GMT -5
Had they been in Forks, Paul would have been all too happy to voice his deputy title -- even though he was still in the process of finalizing everything he needed to officially obtain that position. But here, he couldn't quite do that. And he couldn't quite phase in front of her and scare her out. It was then that she said something curious. "Really? And who would those people be?" Who did she know here? "Guess you didn't come for the scenery. Who are these people that you know for a fact would like you spending more time here?" He hoped Rachael didn't know her . . . or that they weren't close or anything. Then, he would actually have to feel a little bad about being short and rude with her. Anyone else she knew, he didn't really care. He was curious more than anything as to who apparently liked her company.
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 13, 2009 19:22:34 GMT -5
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"Really? And who would those people be?" So now he seemed to actually be genuinely interested, that or he had realized that his whole act had been a rather crappish act indeed. "Why would you care? Worried it's your girlfriend, Pocahontas?" She said in a taunting voice as if she was just daring him to try to hurt her. She did it without thinking about it to well. She didn't think of the possibility that he could be a shapeshifter.
"Guess you didn't come for the scenery. Who are these people that you know for a fact would like you spending more time here?" What scenery? All she honestly saw was trees, trees, a little ocean, and more trees. Charlotte knew that trees were a part of nature and therefore beautiful, but she was used to trees. Her home had had it's fair share of trees, even though it had been fairly close to the Big D. Then again, it wasn't a town in the middle of nowhere either.
"What scenery? I've seen a few trees in my life. Since you seem to know everything about La Push, why don't you try to take a crack at it? See if you're tried to listen to gossip." Char knew that small town gossip traveled fairly fast, so she wouldn't be surprised if he did know who she just happened to be dating. If he didn't that'd probably surprise her more. It was obvious gossip traveled fast in Forks as everyone practically up there knew about her arrival.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 19:48:26 GMT -5
He just looked at her. "I don't care really. I just wanna know who would be dumb enough to invite someone here, and then randomly ditch them to sit on the beach by themselves." Paul would ask around if she wasn't willing to tell him. "It wouldn't be hard to find out. All I gotta do is ask who knows this white chick with blond hair who's been lurking around La Push. Like I said snowflake, you stick out like a sore thumb."
He nodded to further emphasize what he was about to say. "I do know everything about La Push. Its my home, unlike some people. So why don't you run along now, and go home to your parents since I'm pretty sure its way past your curfew."
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 13, 2009 19:55:36 GMT -5
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"I don't care really. I just wanna know who would be dumb enough to invite someone here, and then randomly ditch them to sit on the beach by themselves." In Char's opinion, this guy didn't seem like the brightest crayon in the box. "I didn't say they invited me here. I said they wouldn't mind me here. I came here on my own free will." She said, rolling her dark brown eyes. It was probably the only thing she had in common with people here, her eyes.
"It wouldn't be hard to find out. All I gotta do is ask who knows this white chick with blond hair who's been lurking around La Push. Like I said snowflake, you stick out like a sore thumb." Lurking? Charlotte was most certainly NOT lurking, that she was sure of. Since when was sitting on the beach of a different town considered lurking. Then again, this technically was a Indian reseravtion and not a real town. It didn't matter that much though, so she shoved the thoughts away.
"I do know everything about La Push. Its my home, unlike some people. So why don't you run along now, and go home to your parents since I'm pretty sure its way past your curfew." "I don't live with my parents, Pocahontas. My parents are back in Texas. And before you even think about it, I was not kicked out. I probably wouldn't have even touched your precious land if I hadn't been dating someone that just happens to look a hell of a lot like you." It was true, most of the guys did look the same out here. Tan skin, dark eyes, short hair, and major ripped.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 20:14:14 GMT -5
"You really don't have to go into your life story. I don't care where you're from, or where your parents are." Why was he standing here talking to her when he could be home with Rachael right now? This was why he hated people who didn't belong here . . . they just made things annoying. Maybe Paul was just sleep deprived, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was demanding answers, and he wasn't getting them, which was making him increasingly frustrated. "So you just randomly come here, sit on the beach by yourself, and leave again? Right. Who wants you here?" He could not be more blunt than that. His patience was wearing thin, and his attitude was growing each passing second.
Her next comment made him laugh. "Dating? Who the hell are you dating here?" Uh oh . . . . oh no no no! No. That couldn't have happened, could it have? Had someone imprinted on her?! He tried to think of all the possible guys who would be dating her. It defintely wasn't anyone in the same pack as him, otherwise he would have known about it by now. Jacob's pack? Who was there? Maybe it was just some random kid from school. Never the less, Paul stopped laughing and just shook his head. "Who's the lucky guy?" He asked sarcastically emphasizing the word 'lucky'.
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"You really don't have to go into your life story. I don't care where you're from, or where your parents are. So you just randomly come here, sit on the beach by yourself, and leave again? Right. Who wants you here?" Smirking softly, Charlotte had no intentions on telling him her life story. She hadn't even told Embry her whole life story, just a few things that were in it. "You must be a pyschic or smething because that's exactly what I planned on doing."
"Dating? Who the hell are you dating here?" Arching an eyebrow at him, Charlotte gave him 'the stare.' It was her infamous stare, that she had managed to get a quarterback on the opposing team to flinch. She had gone there, which was pretty far for her. She was usually a happy, naturally bubbly person but this guy had gotten through to the evil side. Which of course, wasn't easy to do. But this stare didn't belong on a soft face like her own, for it practically screamed that she was secretly evil, which she wasn't.
"Who's the lucky guy?" Char ignored his sarcasm, before erasing the crueltastic glare off of her face. Yes, she had thought the word crueltastic because she was just unique in that odd, funny kind of way. "I'd be willing to be that you know him, considering you have the exact same tattoo on your arm that he does." She said, flicking her own upper arm where his was. She had only noticed it a few seconds before she had spoke, which had worked out perfectly.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 22:47:56 GMT -5
Damn it! That meant that either one of the wolves hooked up with her . . . or it was far more serious than that. "I'm getting tired of this stupid game. Who is it?" He was sick of this twenty questions game. He wanted to know right now; if it was someone in his pack, then he would deal with it accordingly. If it wasn't . . . then he would care a lot less. He knew which wolves it wasn't, so that left limited possibilities. "I'm gonna find out one way or another. It'll just help you a lot more if I find out now." Did she know about shape shifters? Had the wolf very recently imprinted on her? If she did know the truth, then how much was she aware of? Paul needed to know these things, and it was taking too long for him to find out.
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 14, 2009 7:36:52 GMT -5
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"I'm getting tired of this stupid game. Who is it?" Yes! Charlotte could see how frustrated this guy was starting to get with all of her vague answers, and how she would turn answers back around into a question. She hadn't played this game as many times as the sarcasm game, and recently not especially; but apparently she was still doing good with it. If he was tired that was his fault, he had chose to approach her and not the other way around. She merely smirked.
"I'm gonna find out one way or another. It'll just help you a lot more if I find out now." Charlotte was aware that it was true, as was that fact that they had already stated earlier that she stuck out. She managed to keep the smirk on her face from falling, though it wasn't the easiest task for her to do. It'd probably just be easiest for her to go ahead and tell him as it'd probably make him leave soon. With a soft sigh, she finally answered him. "Embry Call."
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 15, 2009 14:35:06 GMT -5
Paul looked at her for a few moments, allowing himself to take in the revelation she had just made. "Embry?" He repeated. Then, he burst out laughing, thinking that it was rather hilarious. "That squirt?!" He was going to have so much fun with this. Even though he wasn't in his pack anymore . . . well, actually, that made him even more amused with this entire situation. "Man," he said, chuckling, shaking his head. He allowed himself to let the last few bits of laughter out of his system, before he just smirked. "So . . . how well do you know Embry Call?" Did she know about shape shifters? Did she know the entire truth about him?
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 15, 2009 19:37:48 GMT -5
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"Embry? That squirt?!" What was so bad about Embry? Charlotte didn't think he was a bad guy, or a 'squirt' for that matter. He seemed like a cool guy, one that would fit in rather well with his peers. Then again, since she considered herself a geek, he was dating a geek. She didn't care if people called her a geek, insane, crazy, or any of the above. She took them all as compliments, which maybe meant that Embry wasn't cool...? Though, she did doubt that hightly.
"Man! So . . . how well do you know Embry Call?" That could have been taken in such a wrong way if any of her friends were here, but Charlotte managed to keep a straight face. Was he talking about the shapeshifters? Because if he was, then she knew quite a bit. Nearly being attacked by a vampire kind of made him had to tell her about the whole werewolf business. "Quite a bit, more than the average girl probably does."
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 16, 2009 15:21:59 GMT -5
"And what kind of stuff would that be?" Paul was going to keep asking until he got the answers he wanted to get. He still couldn't believe Embry had imprinted on . . . her. Then again, he didn't really care about getting along with her, since he wasn't best buddies with Embry. But still! He was going to see her in La Push quite a bit; it wasn't as if Embry was going to constantly leave to see her since he had an obligation to his pack. Obligation. The term almost made Paul scoff. Some loyalty he had shown to the original pack . . . the moron.
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 16, 2009 18:46:49 GMT -5
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"And what kind of stuff would that be?" Okay, what the heck was this guys problem? He had said that he just wanted Charlotte to leave and that they didn't take too well to visitors. But here he was, talking to her and practically forcing her to stay. She thought about just walking away and ignoring him, but the last time the guy had grabbed her arm and she ended up giving her her infamous right hook. She was stronger than she looked, which she took for granted.
"If you seem to know so much about La Push and everyone in it, just ask him yourself if you want to know so badly. Besides, I thought you wanted me off your land." Charlotte said with a smirk, just hoping to annoy the Hell out of him. It was guys like this that bothered the living daylights out her, getting into others people business. It was really bothersome.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 16, 2009 19:14:20 GMT -5
"I do want you off my land, but I doubt you're gonna listen." She didn't strike him as someone who took well to commands . . . then again, no one took well to Paul's commands. It was an excellent thing that he was Beta, and not the Alpha of the pack. "And I'm asking you. Why you so defensive? Don't like him much? Can't really blame you . . . there's a lotta stuff about him that just gets on my nerves." He recalled the time him and Embry had gotten in that short, but very aggressive fight, shortly after Embry had first phased. Paul didn't get along with a lot of the wolves . . . though ever since imprinting, he has been much better. Even now, he managed to maintain his cool and not phase due to annoyance. Truth be told, he wasn't that annoyed . . . he knew it could be worse.
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 16, 2009 19:25:35 GMT -5
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"I do want you off my land, but I doubt you're gonna listen." That did almost make Charlotte want to listen right then and there, walk away, and prove him completely wrong. Her toes curled to the bottom of her foot, and she could feel the wand between her toes. Being barefoot had never bothered her, having walked on rocky roads barefoot when they were burning hot did help toughen up the pads of her feet. It hurt at first, but by now she hardly noticed it.
"And I'm asking you. Why you so defensive? Don't like him much? Can't really blame you . . . there's a lotta stuff about him that just gets on my nerves." "Let's just say I usually refer to all people as 'good dog' when they do something good, but that probably isn't the most accurate term up here." The whole 'good dog' thing was a total lie, but it had been the first that truly came to mind. If he didn't know, she'd just say she'd been told about the wolf 'legends'.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 16, 2009 19:44:38 GMT -5
Good dog? Was she getting at the wolf thing? Or was it just ironic that she had chosen those two words? It was perhaps far too much of a coincidence, so Paul was going to keep inquiring. "So what do you think is more accurate up here?" He asked, his voice curious. He was going to talk to her as much as he could right now, especially without Embry around . . . it was a lot easier. Paul knew how it felt to imprint on someone and how hard it was to be away from that person, even if it was just for an hour. It always felt painful to maintain a distance from that person.
When he had imprinted on Rachael . . . he wanted to be with her all the time, but that had really been impossible in his case since she had been studying somewhere else. As he recalled this, he had to wonder where Embry was right now . . . maybe he had a pack meeting. Yes. That would make the most sense since it didn't seem likely that he wouldn't be with his imprintee while she was in La Push . . . unless he didn't know she was here. Oh, that would be fun!
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Sept 18, 2009 7:25:14 GMT -5
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"So what do you think is more accurate up here?" That was the main question that Charlotte had been trying to avoid answering. If he didn't know and she told him, she was screwed. If he did know and she told him, it would be fine. The only problem was she didn't know if he knew or not which did frustrate her slightly. She wasn't sure if all guys had that tattoo on their arm or not, so it honestly did not seem to help her out all too much.
"I've heard most of the legends up here." Maybe if Charlotte kept everything simply vague he'd just get annoyed and then go leave. That could work for her on her part, 'cause then she'd leave and go work on homework or whatever. She probably had a test to study for or something, as college could be a pain like that. She knew she'd just have to deal with it.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 19, 2009 9:17:31 GMT -5
So she DID know! Paul was curious as to how Embry told her, and how she reacted . . . not because he cared, but because he wanted a good laugh about something -- as if finding out Embry imprinted wasn't amusing enough to Paul. "What do ya think about them?" He asked, wondering how she could ever possibly understand the legends and his people's history. This was why he believed imprinting should stay within people of their own culture. Then again, Jacob seriously broke that when he imprinted on a half breed. The idiot. That was seriously going to mess up the line of wolves . . . if he had been with someone from La Push, then they could have carried on the legacy. But noooo, he had to hook up with a bloodsucker's baby.
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"What do ya think about them?" Honestly, Charlotte wasn't too sure what she thought about them. Though she thought she reacted pretty well for someone who learned about it from nearly being attacked by a vampire. She hadn't ran off screaming, and she had been more worried about Embry than herself. She wasn't quite sure why. She knew she wasn't exceedingly selfish or anything, but in that type of situation one would only think to care for themselves and not others. Or at least, that's what she thought.
"It's....interesting, I suppose would be the right word. And it was probably better that I was told after what had happened, as I probably would have ended up in a straight jacket for claiming something exist when they don't know it doesn't." There Charlotte went with her blabbing, only her completely normal reaction. She was a naturally bubbly girl who could probably talk on and on for hours with little to no response from another person. It's just the way that she rolled.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Oct 13, 2009 10:38:31 GMT -5
What was she talking about? "What are ya talking about?" He asked, now curious as to how Embry had told her about everything since it was not something he was going to be forced to find out about as they were no longer pack mates. He may as well interrogate the girlfriend. "What exactly happened that would have made you sound like a psycho?
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Post by Charlotte A. Benne on Oct 14, 2009 21:01:01 GMT -5
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"What are ya talking about? What exactly happened that would have made you sound like a psycho?" Charlotte held back her own soft chuckle by biting gently on her lip, though it was probably clear of the twisted humor in her eyes. She had an interesting sense of humor, and usually wasn't good at holding back her laughter with it either. That's why she was usually differen't from people up here at least, because there minds were much more 'innocent' than most of her friends minds. Which had naturally twisted up her own mind from practically living with them 24/7.
"There was a...conflict that Embry and I were trying to settle. Apparently the vampire didn't know about shape-shifters, considering she strode right out from her hiding place with Embry standing right there." In Charlotte's opinion that vampire didn't exactly seem like the brightest crayon in the box, that or she was rather new to the life. She didn't feel too much sympathy though, as she had tried to kill her! What sane person felt bad for someone that was trying (and luckily failed at it) to kill them. Certainly not any person that she could think of, which was a lot because she knew a lot of people.
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