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[MANASSEH FRASER]

<sup>Manasseh was having a slow day. A very, very slow day today. There was nothing to do at home, for it seemed like he’d cleaned his condo top to bottom three times, TV shows were all re-runs, and it wasn’t like he had any school stuff to do. The man had no scheduled doctor’s appointments, no crises to divert, and he was off from work today. Manasseh only worked part-time at 1-Up so that he could kill time and keep a firm grasp on reality. Being that he was an outgoing kind of person, Manasseh enjoyed his time that he worked and he craved others’ attention. He liked helping everyone who came in, even though their questions were somewhat monotonous like: “Hey, where’s the bathroom in this place?” and “Can I get this in quarters?” Manasseh didn’t really want for money because his condo and his car were paid off, and he currently didn’t have a family to support. There was only one mouth to feed, and that was his own.

Manasseh had been on his own since he was about eighteen years old. His family had lived in Tampa Bay, Florida up until that point and then this awful sickness set in for no apparent reason. Well, that forced the entire Fraser family to move to Cali, and a temporary cure was found. The Frasers didn’t know that Manasseh wasn’t fully healed, but he moved out on his own anyways. And for the past ten years, things had remained the same. The man lived close enough to his family that if they ever needed him, or he them, that they were a stone’s throw away. However, being twenty-eight meant that Manasseh was a grow man, and could not remain as a dependent.

Instead of bumming around the house, picking up and putting down random objects for amusement, Manasseh decided to go to Evergreen Park. He needed to outlet some of his pent up energy and relax. He decided that because he had time to kill, that he’d just walk instead of drive. Though it was late February and he utterly despised the cold with a bloody fury, he would be alright anyways. The adrenaline he built up, as well as other things, would keep him warm. Manasseh threw on a pull over hoodie and checked his sterling silver Rolex before he left. 1:42PM. After locking his front door securely, Manasseh set out on his early afternoon journey.

The cold air that nipped at Manasseh’s face was actually pleasing to him today surprisingly, and his almond brown eyes were bright with exercise. He loved this feeling, getting his heart rate up and moving around, for the man could not stay stagnant for too long. Manasseh piddled around a little bit, looking at the calm, quiet neighborhood he belonged to. The man did not take the most direct route to the park. It would be okay; he had plenty of time to spare. Manasseh admired a few of the houses that were near to his own, and meandered aimlessly to and fro. ‘I wonder just how many of them know what I really am?’ his mind questioned, referring to his very few human neighbors. On this side of the state, Humans and Werewolf alike simply coexisted. The Werewolves acknowledged the Humans, and vice versa, though the Werewolves were smart enough to keep their true form concealed for as long as possible. As long as they think you were Human, let them.

This situation was very much unlike on the other side of town. Rebel Werewolves tried to exterminate Humans for no real reason that the man could see. Pfftt. They’re going to last long…not really. Going around slaughtering folks because of what they were wasn’t really a valid reason in Manasseh’s eyes. Which is why he joined the Western Pack and not the Eastern one. The other Werewolves seemed like cowards to him, was it so hard to get along? No, he’d done it, why couldn’t they?

When Manasseh finally arrived at the park, he looked around at his surroundings before doing anything. There were a few people, who were doing as he was, enjoying their time outside, but not enough to be a significant bunch. Manasseh headed to one of his favorite spots on the planet, the Basketball courts. There was a basket of balls (no pun intended) for everyone to use whenever they showed up and decided to play. The man gripped one in his hand and bounced it up and down a couple of times before he was satisfied. He then took it to the side of the court and began shooting the ball. Manasseh scrambled to get it after each shot, for there was no one else to give him the rebound, but he didn’t care anyways. This was perfectly fine for Manasseh and he loved it.

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[FAWN ODETTE WOLF]

To say this place was a bit odd, was an understatement. Fawn had never known why she decided to come here to live. Perhaps because it was small and secluded. She liked her privacy and wasn't one for company when she didn't want it. It was her pet-peave when others visited her without calling her first, but no one knew her in this town and she was happy to find a house that was slightly away from the others, but still concidered part of the West Blackwood area, to house her stallion. The Ranch she had him at before wasn't as good as they said they were and she immediately wanted to take him and move somewhere he could have room to run and by the gods she had found a place. And he loved it, which meant she loved it. After years of running, she had found a place to finally settle down. And no, she wasn't running from anything terrible, other than a terrible child-life. Her parents were killed at a young age and then her brother was bitten by a huge, rabid wolf and she was forced to shoot her brother before the rabies fully took him over, though she had never seen rabies like that. Though, now that was all behind her, she was now trying to live a normal life with her two companions. Her other one was her border collie, Unique. This collie has been with her for two years and is her best friend other than her stallion, Gasmask.

And now, she was on her daily jog with the collie at her side, running in time with the young woman. She jogged everyday at the same time all around the West portion of Blackwood, she liked to keep herself fit and especially when she had a history of obesity in her family. She even had eating problems, those problems being she ate too much. But, that's why she jogged, to keep the weight off and her heart healthy, thought he doctor said too much jogging was bad for her. This secret was something she would never let anyone know. It was too painful to even speak of. But, she didn't jog yesterday thanks to the fact she had to settle Gasmask in, not that that was a problem to her. So, after eating takeout, she needed this jog.

The park came into view then, making the blue-eyed woman smile slightly and look down at her dog. This is where they took their break and she played with the collie. She slowed her pace and moved the water-bottle from her back and took a long sip and then allowed Unique to have some before she slipped it back and walked to their usual spot. Once they got to the bench, she took the ball in her pouch and threw it, it bounced off the bird-bath, making Fawn wince and watch as the ball went haywire, flying towards the basketball court and smacking into the basketball as the man threw it to make a basket. Great, now she just ruined his shot. Groaning and clicking her tongue for her collie to follow, she made her way to the court.

" I am so terribly sorry. I did not mean to do that, I don't know my own strength sometimes.. " She said, smiling at him as she searched the area for her tennis ball and found it at a far corner, picking it up and bouncing it on the concrete, Unique watching it with calculating eyes.

[MANASSEH FRASER]

<sup>As the minutes drew onward, Manasseh grew more and more deeply involved in his task of shooting the ball around as well as other things. He also zigzagged on the court, practicing his offensive moves against an invisible opponent. This sport was not only about making the buckets, rather evading your opponent, teamwork, and playing defense too. The man would occasionally give a grunt as he launched the rounded sphere into the air, and nod in satisfaction as they went in. He hated to miss shots, but they did happen every once in a while too. The man was very pumped up that he could be active and take his mind off of being bored. He was pleased that his sickness didn’t impair him completely from doing what he loved to do so much. Becoming a vegetable, lying there helplessly, was not an option for him. No not at all. That would take his life faster than anything else in this world could.

When the small green tennis ball came into contact with Manasseh’s larger one, it didn’t impact his shot very much. The force that he’d shot it compared to the force of the smaller ball bouncing off of the bird bath made virtually no difference. The neon colored item however did catch his attention very, very readily. Manasseh wondered for a moment where it came from, but then he realized the direction. The ball that was intended for the hoop hit the rim with a clang!, but still rolled in slowly, so Manasseh was satisfied. The man gathered ball in his hands, and was about to continue playing when he noticed the woman and her dog approach him. He was about to ignore the other ball, but he decided to stop what he was doing instead. Ah, so she was the culprit with the little ball, eh? Manasseh put two and two together and things made more sense. She was here for a nice, fun day in the park like he was; only she was spending it playing fetch with her dog instead of b-ball. He didn’t recognize her from his neighborhood, because on his street everyone knew everyone, at least at face value, if not more personally.

Manasseh raised a dark, inquisitive brow at the woman without saying any words at first, but then a short smile formed on his lips. The man could tell that she wasn’t one of “them” upon first glance but, as previously stated before, he didn’t really care what she was. He would assess her character from the actions she did, not on the preconceived notions of others. The woman seemed nice enough to apologize to him without prompting, so there would be no hard feelings between them. “It’s cool, things like that happen all the time here,” he said amiably. When playing in a public place, it was common for people’s equipment to intersect another’s, and that was no biggie to him. Manasseh clasped the basketball to his left hip to keep it in place, and extended his right one to the woman before him. “Hi, I’m Manasseh Fraser,” he said introducing himself plainly, “Are you new here? I probably would have noticed you guys before. This place is practically my second home.” The man wasn’t much for introductions, but it wouldn’t be hurt to be friendly to someone else. Manasseh tilted his head to the left in question, and then tilted it back to its normal position.

Those brown eyes of Manasseh’s made eye contact with Fawn’s before he looked down at her dog. Before he was turned into a Werewolf, the man loved dogs very much. He had owned quite a few in his lifetime, and probably still would have to this very day had circumstances been different. It would feel awkward being part canine and owning another canine. “Well hello there,” he said to the dog, stooping to her level to allow her to sniff his hand. Manasseh didn’t know if the Border Collie could tell what he was, but as it went, he would still try to maintain a normal “human” composure. Though The Western Pack was accepting of Humans, not all Humans were accepting of The Western Pack. And Manasseh knew just how bad situations could turn if he came into contact with a not so friendly person. He, personally, had never had a discrepancy with a Human, but others of his kind had. Hence forth why The Eastern Pack was formed.

Manasseh stood back up to his full height after greeting the woman’s companion, and he realized that his boredom had completely and totally dissipated by then. He was glad that he had decided to venture out today and came to play. Being trapped at home would have been a little bit less interesting indeed.


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[FAWN ODETTE WOLF]

Fawn couldn't help but smile. The first truly kind person she had come across in a while. It brought a sigh of relief to her system that she wasn't being watched or frowned upon because she was new. Though, she had gotten a few of those looks. Like the person wanted to rip her throat out and then chew on her entrails. But, of course, she was just over reacting. She had always had an over-active imagination. Ever since she could think with actual intelligence. Not that baby babel. She would day dream and come up with terrible things about the way people looked or thought about her. She wasn't nuts, just a bit paranoid and being paranoid with such an imagination, wasn't a good combination. It was hard enough to get a job, especially when your boss scared the living hell out of you. The woman was beautiful, but still, gave her the willies. Like, there was some dark, terrifying force that surrounded the blonde. Like she wished Fawn would burn.

Said female smiled kindly back at the man. Manasseh? An interesting name.. She thought, extending her hand for the man to shake. She made the quick, firm grip and one, two shakes and then released. Business but friendly. " I'm Fawn Wolf. Nice to meet you, Manasseh. And yes, I am new here. Just moved in about a week ago. " She said. It was true, she had managed to find a house outside of the neighborhood, far from prying eyes and enough room for her stallion, without putting him into the stables. She hated putting Gasmask at another facility, where she couldn't hear his morning greetings or good nights from just outside. It would break her heart.

She turned her attention back to Manasseh as he crouched down to let Unique give his hand a sniff. The Border Collie did just that and licked her jowls before whinning slightly and laying on her tummy. Fawn quirked a brow, watching her dog's odd behavior as the man stood to his full height. " Funny. I've never seen her do such a thing. She's usually barking like mad when she meets someone new. " And it was odd, Unique was very territorial. Protective too, but there must be something about this man that threw the dog off her rocker. Fawn shook it off though, looking up at Manasseh.

" Well, I think we shall be seeing a lot more of each other. I jog around this time everyday. It's relaxing. " She said and placed Unique back on her leash and let her blue eyes fall on the man before her and an idea quirked up in her head. She needed friends and he was a perfect candidate. Smiling again, she stood at a slight angle, resting all her weight on one leg and extending the other in a normal, feminine fashion and cocked her head to the side, making her long black hair shift over her shoulders. " Would you like to run with me sometime? Unique here is wonderful company, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to a few times. " Fawn could have slapped herself after the words left her mouth. She could feel her cheeks turn a soft red, she was rather shy, but she was always trying to come out of her comfort zone. It worked pretty well at times, but not all the time.

And as usual, when she became nervous, her heart rate quickened. Not so bad for someone as fit as she was, or at least that's what everyone thought. Truth of the matter, Fawn wasn't that healthy. Since birth, she was diagnosed with an enlarged heart, normally it would hinder someone from strenuous activity, but not for Fawn, she was a survivor, and always kept her body healthy, all for the sake of her fragile heart. But, today was one of those days. Slowly, her bright smile faded and she felt chilly but wouldn't let it show. Her chest hurt and she knew she would have to break this meeting up and get home. Like an idiot, she left it at home, on the counter.

Gasping slightly and looking more than flustered, she waved her hand in her face and her dog instantly began whining and jumping up on her and would then spin around, showing her anxiety. Fawn smiled and patted the loyal dog and then looked to her new companion. " Terribly sorry, Manasseh, but I think it's time for me to make my leave. Coffee tomorrow at, Cafe Rouge? " She asked, taking the leash and wrapping it around her hand twice and moving towards the exit of the park, waving towards the man and then she was gone.

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[MANASSEH FRASER]

<sup>When Fawn gave Manasseh a smile, he reciprocated and gave her one too in return. They say that a lot of things are contagious, and one of those happened to the smile. The man’s face pulled up into a kind and genuine expression as well, and the dimples on each side of his cheeks formed quickly. Manasseh was glad that things went smoothly between them. The longer the peace could last between the Human and Werewolf species, the better things would be in the long run. Forming a solid foundation was the key to overcoming the petty fights going on. Conflict only brewed trouble, and that was unwanted in these parts. Manasseh himself was no troublemaker, and he deduced that his new friend wasn’t one either, thank goodness alive. Manasseh had no desire to give Fawn dirty looks whatsoever at that particular point in time. Perhaps one could say that for the very, very, very minutest of seconds, he got the whole “twitterpated Bambi look” going. However, he was good enough to catch himself in the act of almost gawking, and straightened up rather unnoticeably.

“The pleasure is mine,” Manasseh commented briefly in response to the woman’s words. He nodded slowly to himself in confirmation. He now knew for sure that his initial speculation was right. Cali was growing more and more and he’d just met its first new inhabitant. Manasseh hadn’t seen any moving trucks, so he suspected that Fawn didn’t exactly live on his street, but they might be close neighbors somehow. She and Unique were obviously were within running distance, or Fawn probably wouldn’t have come here in the first place. Though he was curious, the man did no pry further into the whereabouts of her home location. I mean come on? Who would want some creepy dude you just met asking your home address? That had stalker potential written all over it in plain black and white.

Speaking of which, Manasseh examined the black and white dog’s behavior carefully. Oh Unique knew what he was exactly, he could tell. Every compass needle pointed due north and every canine could identify another. This case was no different. Manasseh wasn’t afraid of being exposed though, for living here meant there was always a possibility for that situation to happen. He just wondered if and when Fawn’s opinion of him would change. “I couldn’t tell you why, dogs can be strange sometimes,” Manasseh said in a sidelong manner with a shrug. In reality, what the man said was true. He’d only been in contact with Fawn for a minute or two, and unless she put two and two together, she probably wouldn’t understand. There was an underlining meaning to Manasseh’s words. He couldn’t tell her why Unique wasn’t barking at him for that was the quote un quote “Werewolf code.” Never reveal yourself. It was as simple as that. The man couldn’t distinguish if Fawn had known what she’d gotten into by moving here. Did she know about his kind? Or was she still oblivious to it all? If she did not know now, she’d learn soon enough. This place was froth with Werewolves; one just had to know where to look.

“Hopefully we will meet up again more. I agree, this place is so amazing and fun,” Manasseh remarked. There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation when Fawn asked him to run with her. “Sure thing. Me, personally, I don’t own any animals anymore, bizarre happenstance one might say, and you’re company would be a welcome thing for me.” Manasseh couldn’t help but grin further at his friend’s blushing. He’d never really been that shy for some reason, and it always tickled him to see this kind of reaction. Manasseh kept a grip on the basketball with his left hand, but he had to greatly resist the urge to reach out and touch Fawn’s face with his right one. He put it out as if to reach forward, but then conveniently placed it on his head like he was smoothing his short hair. Guilty as charged but smooth as ever.

Manasseh wondered if Fawn had caught on to his action and he freaked slightly when she gasped, but something else was wrong aside from that. The beastly instinct inside of him was trying to get his attention for some reason. It kept gnawing and gnawing at him. “Are you—okay.” Manasseh’s words started out as a question and ended as a statement. Fawn didn’t say what time to meet her there, and the man hated The Eastern Pack lands. But there seemed to be a sort of draw between the two of them, binding them together, and Manasseh would make the sacrifice to see Fawn again tomorrow. He waived to her (somewhat solemnly) at their rushed goodbye and continued shooting.

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When I saw "Genie in a Bottle" I was like :o lol. Haven't heard that song in forever. Are we still gonna rp in this thread or make a new one?
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[FAWN ODETTE WOLF]

I'll just put the reply at Cafe Rouge, it's more sensible lol.