I'm In Over My Head [Roslyn]

[Tess FUNKE]

I handed the cashier my money. I was paying cash. I took the iced capp she hadned me and stood there confused. Why was I so lost? I looked down at my overpriced coffee and grimanced. I was beginning to regret buying it. I practically moaned right there while I was standing at the front of the line, blocking everyone else form their coffee they felt they needed so badly. It was good for them to wait. They needed to learn coffee didn't make the world go 'round. I thought of those Dunkin' Donut commercials... The world didn't run on Dunkin' Donuts, it ran on Starbucks, but Dunkin' Donuts was way cheaper.

I finally moved when people where threatening to push me out of the way. I stood there lost, lonely, wanting a friend to be by my side. I glanced around, wondering why I was there, and then how many people where shifters just like me. How many people hated shifters? I knew almost everyone who was a shifter, but not a were-wolf hated werewolves, was that teh same with humans? Did all humans hate shifters until they became one themselves? I groaned in confusion and walked over to wall that was most desolate from the busy, rushing coffee shop. I sipped the iced capp and made a face in disgust. Yup, everyone ran on Starbucks, but Starbucks tasted like shit.

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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Among those complaining people, anxiously awaiting to order their coffee, stood Roslyn who was not the least bit impressed with the recent customer when she stood second in line. "Why do I always get in line behind the idiots," she muttered to herself. With a hand on her hip, she glared at the back of Tess' head, wondering if she stared long and hateful enough if the girl would move. "Hallelujah!" she and others expressed simultaneously. Roslyn took her place at the cash registered and quickly ordered her White Chocolate Mocha. Sure the weather said spring, but no matter how hot it was, she could always down her coffee.

After receiving it and allowing those behind her a chance to order, her eyes skimmed the room and landed upon the unfortunate victim that recently stood in line in front of her. "Well, well, well, the poor girl looks a little lost," she rambled on to herself. In only a few sassy steps she stood in front of Tess but only spoke after taking a couple of exaggerated sips of the hot liquid in her hands. "You look a little lost, sweetheart." At the time being, her voice held no grudge in it and the tone sounded pleasant, mimicking the southern drawl she heard in the southern part of the states.

"Never been to Starbucks before?" It was an assumption. By the way Tess acted, Roslyn assumed that the poor girl never stepped foot inside one, and went further on to assume she had probably never seen a restaurant like this before in her life. Among the other things Roslyn noticed was how young this girl looked. She remained careful of the age factor, knowing not to give a minor too hard a time otherwise she'd get punished for it. Oh the law, always getting in the way of her concise plans. "Look now, you gotta like this stuff. It's pretty good." Roslyn stepped back. The girl stunk, like some sort of wild animal that never learned how to bathe. Most shifters had that scent, although considering fellow canines smelly was something that never occurred to Roslyn since she grew up with the smell.

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[Tess FUNKE]

I looked up to see someone approaching. The chick said something about being lost... I wasn't paying close attention, so I can't be sure. I refused to speak. She was the person in line behind me when I bought the coffee... Even the most deserted corner of the coffee shop was becoming filled with the brainwashed zombies that fed on Starbucks. She said something about never being in a Starbucks. I remembered when my mom told me she was forcing me to become a shifter... I had just bought her another bitter black coffee... I shrugged as an answer to her question. I assumed it was meant to mock me and shame me... I didn't care.

The chick said something about liking it. My hollow brown eyes bore right through her. I was zoning out, and I couldn't help it. She bored me. I could feel like I'd seen her before, but nothing came to mind other than standing in line... I wondered if it was on the street or something... Maybe I had been somewhere and someone was talking about her. I was clueless. I noticed how she took a step back. I was glad... She almost smelled like dog. I so badly wanted to comment on it, but I refrained. Maybe...

I shook teh bad thought out of my head. My silence was bugging me, but i had always learned to only speak when you have a positive thought... So far none. I bet I was boring her like she was me. I relaxed some and decided it was time to break the akward silence. "I would say it's good, but it's not. I don't know why i keep buying coffee here and wasting my money." I shrugged off the words without a second thought and took another sip. I was tempted to throw it away, but that was just an outright waste of money... Maybe I would give it to a hobo. I giggled at the thought, but stopped mid giggle wondering if I looked insane laughing at my own hobo related thoughts. I bet I did. I tuned back to the conversation I was having.

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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For once in her life, she encountered someone who refrained from speaking. Roslyn lowered her head, looking at her incredulously. Did people not speak when spoken to any more? Were they getting that low? And who did this girl think she was? A canine-like snort came out and Roslyn put a hand on her hip and tilted her head to the side, revealing her pure annoyance. "Honey, I hope you're not on drugs." Her tone was threatening and low. "If it's one thing I can't stand is drugged up teenagers who think they're cool because they can smoke a little something and get high. Didn't your mother ever teach you that?"

It was like the girl was a zombie who zoned out at practically every word dished her way. Roslyn didn't know how to take it and her face contorted into a moment's fit of rage. She bit the inside of her jaw just to keep from raising her voice above what was considered inside level. "And surely your mom taught you some rules to speak when spoken to. Then again, you're probably too high or something to even respond coherently." Her words were meant to cut and to rouse some sort of reaction. Roslyn wasn't quite sure what reaction she wanted out of the girl yet. Just a spark of life would help.

Her mind worked around the shifter idea. Picking out animals wasn't her strongest side although she knew the girl to be no kin of her own, thank goodness. But more than that, she observed the character of Tess and found it less than intriguing. Roslyn had slanted views when it came to teenagers and usually tossed every single one into the same barrel until they proved themselves otherwise. "You must not know who you're dealing with," came the low voice although Roslyn was mainly speaking to herself. Surely this girl knew what sort of shifter she was or could at least make an educated guess? A werewolf, and werewolves were not a force to be reckoned with.

"Yeah, I don't know either," she responded. To hear the girl's voice surprised her and her expression changed into a more reserved one, although Roslyn looked anything but relaxed. More, she was perplexed and didn't know how to handle this girl. "But I don't know how you can't like this stuff. Then again, you are weird. I suppose weird people don't have good taste."

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[Tess FUNKE]

I perked up when she was talking about drugs. Seriuosly? I wasn't a dumb addict, I was just being polite by not sparking a fire... But even then I seemed to manage that one. I refrained from laughing while she talked on. Did she have an off button anywhere? I mean seriuosly, was she listening to her own thoughts?! She came to me! It wasn't like I ran up and punched her! I didn't know who I was dealing with? She didn't know what she was saying! Talk about high? I swear I thought she was higher than a kite at hat moment. More laughter began to form in my chest. I really had to hold it in.

I couldn't. I burst out into hysterias. I knew it was rude, and totally not me, but seriuosly! If only my friends could be there with me! We would be throwing fits of laughter with each dumb word she said. I finally straightened up. "High?!" I laughed. "You must be higher than I, chickadee!" I laughed harder. "Talk about dealing wit someone! You confronted me, remember? Or does your werewolf brain not make the connection?" I laughed harder... I almost stopped, but realized I couldn't now. Many people found that when you called them a werewolf it was an insult. My friends and I used it jokingly, but the connection was made. That dog smell, the self-centeredness, my accidental words? She was what I said. I laughed a bit more before finally calming my fake laughing. "Call me wierd, I don't care."

I glanced around Starbucks. Boy, was I drawing in a crowd. They all went back to their own things, but that laughter had spiked their attention. I could feel the ears all wanting to hear what would happen next. I leaned bacl against my wall and relaxed some. A few more giggles bubbled up, but other than that I was calmed down all the way. I remember when my friends and I used to try to create as much attention in public places as we could. The record was my friend's who managed to get the manager talking to her about making a scene. I couldn't help but smile at the thought... Back to the conversation. I left my daydreaming to try and follow the so less boring person now.

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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And then she remembered why she found teenagers so brainless, pointless, and overall annoying. The laughter cracked through her ears and echoed throughout the entire building, absorbing Starbucks into a maze of hysteria. People, she noticed from the corner of her eye, perked up and watched. Nothing was going to happen; Roslyn never understood why people always looked curiously about when someone laughed. Unfortunately for the werewolf, she found nothing funny and crossed her arms. A dull expression remained on her face, but the laughing continued. It stretched on for miles and she found herself stifling a yawn until finally giving in to the series of yawns to follow. This girl was obnoxious as could be. First the line, then the constant laughing. Roslyn sure picked a good one to approach.

"And yet, I'm not the one giggling like a little school girl," she responded. Her tone was flat, cold, and highly unimpressed. But just like that her demeanor changed and she stood up straighter, placed her hands by her side, and looked at the teenager in the eye. A smile slowly replaced the annoyed frown. "Oh I remember well. You just looked so pathetic. . ." The werewolf connection.

Roslyn tried to be a little nice. But suddenly the insult sent her spiraling over the edge. Her eyes flashed with a wolverine danger and she took a close step toward the girl. Her left arm outstretched a little, it trembled with the adrenaline that pumped through her veins. "Wrong move," she hissed. And despite all of this, Roslyn noticed how the girl seemed relaxed. Was she relaxed because the pathetic law protected her? Roslyn outwitted the law plenty of times. Of course never for murder . . .

"And just what do you have against werewolves? Is it their wit, their strength, their unity? Are you just jealous because you smell like some scum from the woods? A loner? What is it? Please, tell me what you have against us because I can surely fix that."

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[Tess FUNKE]

Her words were trying to pierce my skin, make me mad, scared... I almost wanted to say darn in a sarcastic voice and snap my fingers. I almost laughed at the thought, but more laughter would just spike the flame I had started. "You think I was pathetic? Seriously, I can fend for myself. I don't need no..." I almost said bitch, but paused and thought it over. I was dealing with a very delicate thread here... And I had almost snapped it. I decided not to finish my sentence, because of course, the werewolf started talking again.

I gazed at her with emotionless eyes. Maybe being emancipated wasn't such a good idea after all... The law didn't protect me as a minor anymore, just a normal citizen... I decided I would watch my words so I didn't flip the wrong switch... Again. "I have nothing against werewolves. They are smart and good people, but apparently you have something against shifters." I took a step closer letting her smell my 'scum.' To me, and probably everyone not werewolf, I smelled normal. I continued. "So what, you think you're oh so superior. You're little brain couldn't figure this one out could it, I. Don't. Care." I made sure to take long pauses letting it all sink in.

Yes, I called her idiot. Wrong move, but her self-centered ego deserved to be hit hard in the face. Yes, I really didn't care. I was strong, fast, and hell of a lot smarter than she was. No, I wasn't being careful, I gave up on that after I started speaking. I took my iced capp and threw it in the trash. I was done here. The only way I would stay was if the wolf chick forced me into my shifter form where I'd beat her to a pulp... If I could... I knew werewolves were stronger than me... And I had never encountered one before... Just heard about them. She definately had the upper hand, and I didn't want her to know that... Or use that.

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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Roslyn raised a brow at the sentence cut off midway. She easily assumed what might have come next, but instead of jumping in with her assumptions, she strayed away and stood back a little. So many different emotions drafted through her and she felt as if she had enough energy to fuel her for a few days without any sleep. There was a very thin line and Roslyn imagined it growing thinner with each passing second. She wanted to take another step back; the smell was overwhelming now. Anything not a werewolf she classified as "stinky."

"Oh I don't have a problem with other shifters," she responded. "I just think most of them stink. Like you do; it's a common thing among shifters. Surely you can understand that." She assumed the rumors floated about. Sometimes being a werewolf was harder than it should be. She felt as if she had to take all the heat for the leader, whoever he was, who decided to try domination on this city. A power struggle. If the werewolves didn't do it, surely another shifter type would. She felt her emotions swirl into a calmer tone. The eyes of others finally left them and she felt a little more comfortable.

For now she sipped her coffee and listened to the smart and sassy teenager. "I never said that." Her eyes averted to the door for a moment, but she looked back to Tess. "It's you and your assumptions. Don't make an ass out of you and me. And if you can believe it, I'm not looking for a fight, especially a little squabble with a teenager. If you were older or looked older, then maybe you'd get lucky." She found it funny how two of her statements differed so much from each other. Roslyn heard "smart and good people" but that suddenly changed to "little brained." The werewolf snickered. "Of course you care. If you didn't I think you would have already left."

Roslyn smirked a little. She quickly downed her coffee. It was still hot and stung her throat on its way down, but she ignored it. Being a customer for awhile, she got used to the temperature. Despite her calm stature, Roslyn did not take to this little animal shifter, whatever she was. Something that lived in the woods, a mammal, a larger one. So she remained a little careful for now. She attempted not to judge people so quickly, but running into a situation like this, well it was hard. "Done so quick?"

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[Tess FUNKE]

So it was the stench. I glared at her for that. A teenager? Squabble?! That just pissed me off. I was ready to shift and shove her petty little ass into the mud. I refrianed. If she cared, she would've punch the werewolf in the face by now. "I don't care, and I would've left, but I don't like to be rude until I know what type of person someone is." I was ready to get into my bear form and go all majorly BA on her. "May I know, before I leave, who am I dealing with since you brought it up before."

I noticed how she almost chugged her coffee. Did she want to move this outside where she wouldn't ruin her little reputation? What was she in this world other than a werewolf? Was she some amazingly rich chick who strutted the streets with power? I moved closer to the door, my back turned to her and her words. I was done, unless she really decided she wanted to piss me off... Comments were my downfall, that was clear. I never wanted to be rude, but when people began to comment on me being a shifter... I swear I'm always ready to unleash a can of whoop ass in their face. I paused in my thoughts. I really needed to relax. I wasn't one for cussing, and man had I made a streak of it. I closed my eyes for a second, clearing my thoughts of all evil... My friends always did that when we went on a cussing rampage... Wasn't it a teacher that always did that? Anyway, I questioned if I should shut my eyes and stand still with a werewolf behind me... One who was most likely mad.

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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As Roslyn thought about it, she decided and deemed that the answer was illogical. Who cared what type of a person she was? With a nonchalant shrug, she watched Tess carefully, thinking about her reply. Roslyn tapped her chin. "Well I hope you have that figured out then," she remarked. With the coffee thrown away, who wouldn't leave right about now. Although she was somewhat curious as to what the girl thought she was, Roslyn already assumed more than half of it. She already heard the words describing her, and while none of them were lovely, she had to smile. "Oh, but you may!"

Despite everything the girl wanted to know who she was? Roslyn easily tossed her cup into the garbage can. "I am Roslyn," she introduced with a dramatic curtsy. "And you are . . .?" She never recalled hearing the girl's name, but she could have zoned out at the introduction, or simply forgot it already. Roslyn always recognized faces before she remembered names. Strong memories only outlasted in her mind and unless the person failed to make themselves remembered, Roslyn simply didn't.

She watched as the girl went toward the door. "Leaving so quickly?" she called, scurrying in a delicate fashion. "Well maybe we'll run into each other again." While her voice sounded peppy and friendly, there was a smirk that rested on her face that appeared much more sinister. No, she didn't quite like the girl, but she could be civil about who she disliked and liked, at least in public. To chance the risk of shifting right outside the most popular coffee shop in the nation, well that would be plain stupid. "Don't lose your skin," she chimed in as a reminder. "It's not like this isn't a popular place." Roslyn winked, holding the door. Just as Tess wanted to leave, so did Roslyn. There were plenty of close calls already that had taken place within the shop. At least now she could smell the fresh air. That helped calm things down.

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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[Tess FUNKE]

She said her naem. Roslyn. I sure wouldn't forget that one. "I'm Tess." I almost muttered under my breath something about hoping we never would meet again, but I managed not to utter a word. Where were my friends when I needed them. Roslyn threw out her cup and joined me by the door, holding it open and saying stuff abou tnot loosing your skin. The saying confused me. I would definately need to ask someone what it meant... Hey! Why not Roslyn. I was dying to try her name out for a spin, and this would be the perfect chance!

"What do you mean by that, Roslyn?" My voice was almost mocking, but that was pure accident! I was trying to be polite, but th ethought of saying her name just made me itchy inside. When I said it, it felt good. Her name fit her in that strange erie way that mine fit me... It was all personality that made the name. I wondered what wold happen if we met agian though... Would we feel the same tension as today? Or would we be totaly different people, and this was just a day to let all the hate out and tomorrow we would forget it all...

[roslyn chavelle]

I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY

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Tess. Despite how low the other girl mumbled it, Roslyn heard the name easily. "Tess," she repeated, allowing the name to roll off her tongue. Simple name, cute. "Well it's very nice to have met you." Beneath the politeness and the proper manners, Roslyn said that with a hint of sarcasm attached. She let go of the door and turned to go her own way. With all of the bipolar circumstances, Roslyn yearned for the time she'd spend by herself without some little bear shifter ticking her off. But all of her thoughts were concealed behind a face that continued smiling. Someone had to be a little civil and she might as well act the part.

"Oh you know. It means just what I said." She turned around to wink at her newly found "friend" Tess. "Wouldn't want you shifting around these parts because you get a little emotional. It's easy to do, isn't it?" For the first time, someone nearly coaxed Roslyn into forgetting her own human skin and letting the wolf expose itself. Words made careless actions and she wanted nothing more to do with the situations. She ran a hand through her hair and continued walking backwards. The more distance she created with the other shifter, the better she felt. Tensions were on the decline and she couldn't help but take a deep breath and relish the fact.

COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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