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[bostonhowler]

Who: Brigid and... everyone.
Where: Everywhere
When: Day 82-84
What: The Full Moon is coming and Brigid is losing her grip. Going Omega is no fun.
Warnings: Possibly swearing, definite blood and attacks. Also, discussion of mental health.

OOC: This is a catch all log, since we had a lot of people who wanted to do things. I'm going to put up a few big headers, and then it'll be a free for all.

If you have any questions, please, feel free to ask.

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Day 84 - Charlie in the house

[bostonhowler]

Re: Day 84 - Charlie in the house

[charring]

So, the past few days have gotten progressively weirder. Nothing was going on in the town, no. But things at home had become...different. And Charlie wasn't entirely sure why.

Brigid had been techy, lately. Moody and Charlie found it worrying. She wasn't sure what was going on with her friend and was even less sure as to how to handle it so she took to just avoiding Brigid while she could. Which was probably not actually helping the situation at all.

It was somewhere around midnight when Charlie, again caught in the middle of some serious insomnia, decided she was going to make herself some plain ramen and see if a slightly full stomach helped.

She tried to be careful about it, noise kept to a minimum and all but Charlie had butterfingers tonight. The pot slipped out of her hand and crashed to the floor.

"Son of a..." She'll just be headed down the hall to get a towel to clean that water up.

[bostonhowler]

A growl echoes from the living room. Brigid hasn't been to bed yet. She can't sleep. The moon tugs at her, driving sharp hooks into the wolf under her skin and dragging it into the open.

In the darkness, her eyes flash blue, glowing in the shadows where she's stuffed herself. Slowly, she uncurls, her claws scratching the chair she'd been sitting in.

"Can't you be quiet?" She growls around elongated fangs. "Always so noisy." Charlie's heartbeat echoes in her ears and she wants it to stop.

[charring]

Charlie startles, not at all expecting Brigid to be awake. Holy Hell, girl. She should get you a bell or something. Actually, no. That'd be insulting and Brigid was her friend.

Most of the time.

At present, she was worrying Charlie just a bit.

"I dropped a pan. It's not like I set a cherry bomb or something off." Now is not the time to snark back, Charlie. She seems to realize this and calms herself with a sigh.

"Sorry."

[bostonhowler]

"Do you know it's still echoing? It hurts. You walk like you have lead feet. Everytime you move, or make a noise I can hear you." She growls, stepping forward.

She hates humans that don't understand the pack. Some can be excused for being ignorant but she'd told Charlie what it was like, explained while they'd both been something different. Surely she hadn't forgotten.

"It sounds like something nuclear went off next to my head."

[charring]

Charlie watches Brigid, now on alert. She steps back some, one hand going up in slight warning. Which is unwise, she's sure. But come on. What else is she supposed to do?

"And I am genuinely sorry for dropping the pan. I didn't do it intentionally and you know it." So back off, Brigid.

[bostonhowler]

The growl crawls up Brigid's throat. She knows something is wrong, but she's had it with being polite. The hair on her face begins to grow, as does the fine, red hair on her arms. She snorts.

There's so many things she's could say, but it's the raised hand that catches her attention. "Dilandau already tried to burn me alive. I got better." She sneers the words out, because she does get better.

Some part of her knows Charlie won't hurt her on purpose, but she doesn't really care. The need to attack is growing stronger...