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Post by Leah Clearwater on Dec 8, 2009 0:11:05 GMT -5
Leah was bored. Bored and bitter didn't mix well.
Granted Leah was allot less bitter since she had left Sam's pack. The freedom of not being trapped in Sam's head was so much easier to handle then having to see Sam thinking of Emily all the time. Still, Leah had allot of bitterness left in her. She might be easier to deal with, but she still wasn't miss sunshine.
Speaking of sunshine, there was Paul. He was standing on the cliff's edge and Leah moved quickly, coming up behind him. She knew he would hear, and smell her coming so getting the drop on him was not going to happen. She came to a stop near him. "Paul." She said in greeting before pushing him as hard as she could over the edge of the cliff.
[Punch Buggy Paul!]
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 9, 2009 18:51:32 GMT -5
Cliff diving was not as much fun when there was no one to push off the cliff. Before it had been Jared . . . but now, most wolves were on patrol and Paul had some time off. He really should probably be sleeping but he had some time to kill before he started his patrol as Deputy and since Rachael was out with Emily, that left one activity that he could do, and had not had time to do in quite a while. He stood at the top of the cliff, his shirt already thrown on the side and now he was proceeding to take off his shoes. As he was doing so, his noise caught a familiar, but unwanted scent.
While his back was still towards her, he rolled his eyes, letting out an annoyed groan. She greeted him, he did not greet back. "What the hell do you wan-" And because he was already so close to the edge, her push was just enough to send him over . . . quite literally. It was a good thing wolves had quick reflexes, for a second before he would have been out of reach, he grabbed her, pulling her down with them. Unfortunately, one of the only things Paul noticed was that he still had one shoe on, and cursed Leah for making him ruin a perfectly good pair of sneakers. . . oh, and for pushing him down a cliff.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Dec 9, 2009 23:39:51 GMT -5
Ha! HAhaaaaahhhhHHHHH!
Damn Paul! Leah was standing there rather proud of her self for a half second before she felt a hand at her foot, and then was being dragged by his over sized weight down into the waters! Leah HATED cliff driving. HATED it, and was afraid of it at times. She didn't like falling, and as a human avoided it passionately. As a wolf girl; she had avoided it when she could and did it on the few rare time she couldn't. So being dragged over annoyed her.
Angered her.
However she didn't phase. The water hit her, and it hurt, but she knew she'd heal if it did do damage. While under the water she kicked at Paul's head to make him let her go then kicked her way to the water's top. Catching a deep breath, before the water started to TRY to push her under she went back to down to find Paul.
Find Paul . . . and try to drown him!
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 15, 2009 11:29:32 GMT -5
Paul actually felt rather proud of himself. That is, until he felt the insane woman kick at him. It didn't hurt all that much, he just did not appreciate being kicked at. He laughed though, well, internally laughed since he was technically under the water at the time. He controlled his body as the current was exceptionally strong today. Too bad for Leah. He hoped she floated away forever and her body was never to be found. Although, somehow, she seemed like the kind of spirit that would come back and haunt the world. If Paul believed in all that stuff . . . he would be worried.
He brought his head up to the surface to catch his breath, and when he didn't see Leah, he wondered if she had lost control. He wasn't concerned enough to call her name worriedly. He just chuckled out loud . . . that is, until he felt someone pull him under. He was back under the water, this time, seeing the psycho. He used as much strength as he needed to push away from him, gave her the finger, and swam up to the surface once again, coughing from the abundant intake of water.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Dec 16, 2009 22:45:23 GMT -5
Leah came up for air with the plan of ripping that finger off and feeding it to Paul's girl. . . . .and then hiding from Jake. She coughed and dragged air into her lungs before swimming over to where he was floating and laughing in his dumb as way and punching him, she could hear something crunch, (his noise?) but new it would be fixed before she could get a 2nd one in. That didn't stop her from trying for punch two.
It was odd how things worked out, back in high school they had been friends. Paul (even while dating Sam) would play flirt with Paul in order to get her way. Sometimes it was shop class and she needed him to do her project, sometimes it was just wanting him to go away so she could have Sam to her self. Now, years later, they litterly could not be around each other for more then a few moments with out fighting.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Jan 17, 2010 12:02:24 GMT -5
OUCH! DAMN! That hurt! His noise was broken, and he felt the blood. His vision got a bit blurry as his eyes began to water from the sting. "Bitch!" He cursed, not even waiting for it to heal before blocking the second punch. He grabbed her hand as it was clenched in a fist and gripped it with all his strength. He then began to twist it . . . he hoped it hurt like hell, because right now, the pain from his nose was extremely painful and he needed to get his revenge. Paul rarely took a punch -- or even an insult -- without retaliating.
At least his vision was getting clearer now, and since it was, he glared at her. He closed his eyes for slightly longer than a blink to get his focus back, and continued to twist her arm. He looked at the blood in the water, and that only made him twist her arm harder.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Apr 1, 2010 21:42:27 GMT -5
Ow! Ow! Ow! POOF!!!
And that was how it happened. That was how the tall, muscled girl who was Leah Clearwater disappeared into thin air . . . (or thick water). One moment there was a girl, the next there was an explosion of fur and fabric scraps . . .
It was almost comical, how what on dry land would have been a fierce rip of cloth and a strong and quick lunge, was in the water. In stead of the fabric flying feet from her it went half a foot and then floated in place, and then what should have been her fur standing on edge in anger was it shimmying in the water around her. For one moment she floated there, glaring at the moron Moran before starting to thrash in a dog paddle movement closer to him.
Paul Moran was going down!
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