Martin Gary
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Safety — Protetcion — Love — Rule — Forever
Martin looked at his hands which were nervously shaking, he had to ask her today. He had to make sure that his feelings were mutual, and if they were-- well he would just have to see what she had to say. He took a deep breath and looked at the clock. It was 11:57 in the morning, and in 3 more minutes she would arrive in all of her glory. Martin continued deep breaths in and out. The wolf in him would be pacing back and forth if he were out at the moment, but he had to keep his emotions and wolf in check just in case. Licking his dry lips he decided it would be best to make some more dirty dishes. He may not be really organized, but he purposely messed up his house so ___ would have to clean, and stay instead of leaving seeing there was nothing to clean. When he put some dishes from the drawers into the sink, he began to throw blankets, pillows, and some cartons from the trash onto the coffee table in the living room. When he was satisfied he messed up just a little bit more. He looked at his watch and when it read 12:02 he began to panic. She was never late, not once this year and he ran to the front room to peer out in the window and the house across the street to where she lived. There was no sign of her on the streets and he ran to the door to open and cross the street to make sure she was alright, but when he opened the door there she stood her hand raised and her expression surprised. "Oh." She mouth formed an o and when she saw him in his disheveled state she began to snort. He had put on his boxers, and a black t-shirt to look more crazed, because if anyone found out that he wasn't the disabled man he was then why would she want to work for him as his cleaning lady? I mean he was no liar-- his left arm was almost to the point of paralyzed. He could move it, and had function in his hand, but it hurt every time he used it. There was no brace, and there was nothing to relieve his pain. His healing ability was fast when it came to other injuries, but this was decades old and it still hadn't healed. Even now it pulsed a little and he winced a bit. "You ready for cleaning?" She asked, her voice was light and it held a childish laughter as she walked passed him and he blinked. "Ah-- yes." He stated feeling a bit embarrassed he panicked for nothing. Letting out a relieved breath he said, "Ya ya. Cleaning. It's really messy I'm sorry I just can't seem to focus." He acted bashfully, but he could always focus. He was always able to focus and being alone gave him a lot of time to think about his actions.
He watched as she got to work and she smiled his way once in awhile. They usually talked, but something was off-- and he was worried he would scare her off before he had time to explain to her his situation. While she cleaned she would snort at some of the junk that was left around and even found one of his socks that was pink. He would only shrug and go to the table with his newspaper, and coffee-- but his eyes would always watch her never straying to read anything the newspaper read. But this time it was different, she talked less-- and she had something that she wanted to say, but every time she straightened and looked his way she would only shut her mouth and continue to work. He too had something to tell her-- but he didn't know what to tell her. They had been friends for awhile now, he remembered when she was still in highschool, but she was only a senior who wanted a job and he offered her one to clean his house since he was a 'cripple' and couldn't focus. A disabled man willing to hand her a job that paid about 4800 a month. Something that no Senior would turn down. And it had been some years now. He didn't realize that she was someone he wanted to spend time with until just this year-- his eyes could never stray from hers and he always had her on his mind. Even now, he had the erging feeling to protect her for the rest of her life. Finally she had cleaned top to bottom and she let out a breath of relief.
HE decided it was now to tell her-- but she seemed to also decide what she wanted to say. She turned to him and she looked a bit guilty, and she gave him a hesitant smile. "I have something to say" She looked to her feet then back at him and he couldn't help but feel his cold heart begin to beat faster, "Yes?" For some reason he had it in his mind she was going to admit her love to him, but she looked at him and said, "I'm going away. And I don't think I can work for you anymore." His heart stopped for only a second and his hands clutched the newspaper, "C'mon." He snorted, "You'd turn down this job that pays 57,000 a year? You are being ridiculous." It was the fear talking and already his anxiety and his anger was rising this was a dumb joke, but deep down he feared this day would come. She probably had hopes for college and this job was helping her pay that schooling--- he was so dumb. And when she didn't comment for a bit he stated. "Where?"
She only smiled sadly, "Up to Canada -- And I leave in 3 days. I know it's short notice,but I found a girl who could replace me if you need!" He looked at her his human brown eyes flashing a deep golden amber, but it went away. "Oh." He said calmly, but inside was a storm that she had created. "Perhaps, before you leave... we could get a beer. Maybe tonight?" He sounded too desperate. She hesitated, but he pushed, "It'll be my treat, and then I can give you your last paycheck. I ahve to run to the bank to get my checks anyway!" And she still looked hesitant, but gave him a nod, "Alright, but no funny buisness to get me to come back. I want to get away from this city." She said playfully and said her goodbyes and she left. He wasn't even able to tell her what he felt... When she closed the door he threw his cup of coffee and the cleaned kitchen walls and a deep growling came from his chest, his eyes flashing to his reflection in the window and all he saw was the wolf side ready to burst. She can't leave him-- She wont leave him.
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He sat at the bar downtown his hands on the glass waiting for her to arrive-- the pack in this city was The Pack of Wilters. He never wanted to join, after all he was an Alpha Lycan which would be hard to get along with a werewolf Alpha. Since Lycans are bigger, smarter, and superior. Also not as often do you see one. Three of his best friends from the pack sat at the bar next to him all joking and they snickered to each other, "Is our dear friend Gray in love?" They knew of the girl since he spilt the beans awhile. He rubbed his bad arm and shrugged, "Don't joke, or I'll rip out your throats." The bartender who was also one of the pack members grinned under his mouth and said, "Good luck to you mate." and Martin nodded his way and the door opened and she walked in her. The scent of her filled the air. She smiled his way and made her way to the bar, "Hey, Mr. Gray." He nodded her way, "My my my. You're dressed up as if it were date." He grinned teasingly and she rolled her eyes.
plot;; Martin is a loner who lives on a pack of werewolves lands. He has lived his life in solitude other than his 3 friends visiting once in awhile and his next door neighbor who helps clean his house and keep him company. Most people in the town thinks Martin is a lunatic who talks to himself and seems to always be in a dream. Your character sees him as a thinker, and doesn't see him as a loner but something else. She, however, has dreams of doing something with her life instead of living her life away in this city. So she decides to go to Canada and you choose what she wants to do :). When she tells Martin of her plan, he grows upset and angry even. He pleads for her to stay with him, and when she denies him she leaves for him to only bite her and marking her. Now that she knows his secret, he can't let her go. So he begins to pursuade, and stuff stuff I'll tell you more. For now you don't have to make a forum for her, but post something about your character, and we'll start off with them in the bar :) (Btw she will be human for now, but will go through a transformation to a Lycan once she gets bit ;) )
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