The Home

[I kind of missed my opening to exit the Tahmoh/Rogue scene, so I'm just inserting this here for when this part of the RP is translated into a chapter for the story. This bit would come right after this post.]

Watching Tahmoh approach Rogue with confidence, Abby quietly left them to it, sending a quick nod goodbye today towards Marina. "I'll be in my office of you need me."

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[Alright, now Abby will be in the office getting ready for her first one on one with Alex . So I'll be quiet til then.]

Tahmoh watched Marina leave and turned back to Rogue. "If you can, please explain what is going on. I'd like to help you. If you can't, tell me if there is anything I can do for you."

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Rogue was somewhat distant but she knew they'd find out one way or another. ''My friend is coming," she started saying clenching tightly the blad bag, now that was empty. "And he's hurt," she added before she tossed the bag on the trash can like a basketball player; an accurate shot.She licked her lips, tasting the last bit of blood that remained there before she raised her eyes again to take a better look at the guy in front of her.

"Who is your friend? Can we help him?"

Rogue was somewhat distant but she knew they'd find out one way or another. ''My friend is coming," she started, clenching the now empty blood bag tightly. "And he's hurt," she added before she expertly tossed the bag in the trash. She licked her lips, tasting the last bit of blood that remained there, before she raised her eyes again to take a better look at the guy in front of her.

Tahmoh nodded slowly. "I'll have Abby prepare a room for him. If he is indeed injured, I will attend to him as soon as I can. Now come, let's get you cleaned up. Perhaps a red shirt will work better for you."

What an interesting first day on the job. A vampire crying blood. None of his shaman training had prepared him for this.

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With a nod of her head Rogue did as she was told and got up. Maybe she could trust them and maybe her friend could be saved.

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Rollin silently prayed for a table of food before entering the kitchen area, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to make himself something edible to eat. He stopped by the table and huffed when he saw it cleared and clean. Great. He shook a hand through his hair, water splashing off, he smirked when someone made a sound of disgust.

— let's get you back in the story, hm? :)

Lana scoffed when she entered the kitchen, pissed off that she wasn't alone. She had been trying to keep track of people coming and going, thinking the coast was clear for her to try and find something of substance to eat. Her face turned to one of disgust, and she crossed her arms over her chest. It was an attempt to stand her ground.

"Ugh, I thought it smelled like wet dog in here," she sneered, moving towards the cabinets in search of food.

Rollin didn't say anything, just antagonized her by shaking his hair a little more. Lana rolled her eyes and continued to search the pantry. She could sense that he was still behind her, and she turned around, hands placed firmly on her hips.

"Can I help you with something?"

Her voice was strong, yet cracked at the end. It was like she knew she could take him, but she also knew he could tear her to pieces. She stood there watching him, expecting a sarcastic response. But instead, he moved closer with a smirk on his face.

"Actually I was wondering if you could maybe make me something to eat, too."

"I mean, you're a witch aren't you?" Rollin raised a brow, "Can't you like... you know..." He waved his arms, flicking his right hand as if holding a wand. "Magically make food appear?"

Rollin felt the wolf bristle and warned him to watch it. The wolf didn't know anything about the young witch, but knew that they can be tricky.

It took Lana a lot of self-restraint to not throw herself at him, and quite frankly, she wasn't sure why she held back. Sure, he could tear her to shreds. But he was pushing it. She didn't use a wand. Is that what he thought she did? Just wave her wand and make birds sing and whip up baked goods? She'd show him...

Lana gnawed on her lower lip and thought for a moment, wondering if getting close to Rollin could be in her favor. She unclenched her jaw and leaned against the counter, looking back at Rollin.

"Sure, I could do that," she said, watching as the expression on his face changed to one of surprise. She crossed her arms once again and continued on, "But why would I want to?"

Does she think he'll play fetch? Rollin's eyes flashed before he rolled his shoulder. His wolf was trying to push through, and he gritted his teeth from the restraint of keeping him at bay. His hearing picked up and smirked when he heard the quiet growl of the witch's stomach.

"Because you're hungry?"

He unclenced his hand when he felt a sting, and looked down to see his nails were pointed and sharp. The wolf clicked Rollin's tongue and hummed, staring at them. He ran his finger along the counter and grinned when it made a dent in the wood.

I tried to rewrite this but didn't work, my boy is a hot head and your witch makes the wolf uneasy Rollin's not there anymore.

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Lana stared down at the counter where he made the dent and studied it. The air in the room had changed and Lana tried to silence her breathing, which had become heavier. It was like it was a completely different person in front of her, and it wasn't a place she wished to be for a another second.

She moved from the counter, repeating a spell under her breath, just in case she needed it.

"You know, I think I'm going to head back to my room. I'm suddenly not all that hungry," Lana said, making her way to the kitchen door. She had almost made her way out when he, or should she say, it stepped in front of her to block the door.

The wolf's nose tingled, he almost let the girl leave but the way she rushed to do so was enticing to the animal. He stared down at her and lifted his lip in amusement.

"Running from a wolf, hm?" He felt his stomach jump, and touched the tip of his growing canines. He has yet to have a witch for dinner, he wonders if she'll taste the way she smells, like candle wax and burnt charcoal. His lip curled at that thought, she didn't seem very appetizing.

He felt Rollin tugging at him in a way that he hasn't felt in years. His neck stretched to the side, and rolled back down to stare at the witch. "So... can you make food with magic?" he asked through his teeth.

Tahmoh helped Rogue clean up and provided her with a new shirt, then made his way downstairs. He still had the rest of the home to introduce himself to, and frankly, he was hungry. He wandered down toward the kitchen and frowned at the man standing in the doorway, barring the exit for the other resident. He paused, watching carefully. If he needed to step in, he would.

Lana continued to whisper to herself, and focused on the body in front of her. She could sense something happening; an inner battle of sorts. She slowly said the spell under her breath to incapacitate the wolf. She had expected him to collapse to the floor, but still he stood in front of her. However, something has changed.

His eyes weren't black anymore. They had returned to the smooth, chocolate brown that she had remembered. He seemed less aggressive and stared at Lana intently. She moved forward, hesitantly, speaking to him. "Rollin?"

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Marina made her way to the kitchen. She was bored to stay in her room and decided to get a snack and maybe talk with some of the other residents, if someone was there.

Rogue liked the raven colored shirt Tahmoh had made her change into. It was Camus's gift to her for Valentine's; a gift she loved with her everything. In a minute now Camus would made his way into the home, an unexpected guest she had missed like no other. If only he was safe, and by her side...

Rollin's world tilted, and he couldn't stay in one spot without swaying. He gasped and breathed in air like he was pulled out from a swimming pool, he thumped against the door as his head cleared.

"You god damn asshole," he grumbled. He lifted his hand, ignoring the way the witch's breathing hitched, and squeezed the tension out of his neck.

He looked around and took in his surroundings, he saw that he and the witch had moved, and now standing by the kitchen entryway. The sweet-grass newcomer was a little ways behind him but he didn't care, not this time. His wolf had rushed out of him so fast that he was instantly knocked out, he wasn't used to that. He furrowed his brow, and searched for his wolf... he couldn't feel him. No, there he was and was just... sleeping?

He snapped his head to stare the witch down, "What the hell did you do?"

Tahmoh slinked forward, stepping in between the witch and the werewolf quickly. He raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"Perhaps we should cool this down. Rollin, right? I'm sure Abby is almost done with Aita, you should go for your session. I'll have some food prepared by the time you're done." He sent a sidelong glance toward the witch, hoping she didn't instigate further.

Lana put a hand up, her palm facing Tahmoh to make him stay out of whatever was going on between she and Rollin. She moved to the side, once again stepping closer to where Rollin stood. She could feel the pressure in her veins rise and her heart started beating faster in her chest.

"What did I do? If I hadn't gotten rid of th-that thing, I'd be in pieces on the floor right now."