velveteenwolf: (Are You a Retard?)











"It's Peter. You're a dumbass. Leave a message."


[Text / Voice / Action / Dreams.

Please note date and game just for Puppy's peace of mind, unless I adore you.]
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Pretty much general permissions post. Just comment, mention if you're okay with things. Tell me if there's anything not mentioned you wanna reference, or link me to your permission post, whatever.


So, Peter is able to sense things about people. He has a sensitive Swadisthana chakra, which allows him to perceive things differently than most people. This typically includes creature type, but can include more vague things such as sensing a glow or a light about someone sometimes. Generally portrayed as mildly psychic so feel free to play this however you think it fits. If there's anything you think he might notice, just tell me.

As part of that one, he's shown to be able to share dreams. Do you want a cute wolfboy in your head? Want to first meet him when you're sleeping? If you're interested, toss me anything you think might be relevant. Dream plots are cool, okay~

He's also a werewolf, and as such has heightened senses. What does your character smell like? Is there anything he might notice about them with enhanced hearing? Can he be a creep and listen to your heartbeat? Anything else that might be relevant?
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So, when the moon is full he walks in the skin of a wolf. Talk to me about pack dynamics. Peter, per canon, is non-aggressive by nature, so I tend to see him sort of as a Beta leaning toward Omega, but, that's not all there is to it. This is also applicable to pseudo-pack, too.

Peter and romance usually seems to result in bad decisions. Boys and girls are both invited to this terrible party. How do you feel about the gypsy werewolf crushing on you, flirting with you, maybe trying to kiss you with or without the aid of alcohol? He'll tell you he's a terrible boyfriend although he's really not.

Basic Info

Sep. 12th, 2023 03:21 pm
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[ OOC ]

[character name]: Peter Rumancek
[series]: Hemlock Grove
[player journal]: [personal profile] puppiesandrazors
[messenger]: lotuspromises
[e-mail]: lotuspromises.rp@gmail.com

The Boy Who Cried Wolf )
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Fourth of July wasn't much of a holiday, really, as far as Peter was concerned. So much for independence and all that shit, given the prejudice that was pretty constantly shit on the Romani. But, it was a good excuse for alcohol and too much food and lighting shit on fire. Not even the asshole deputies or the sheriff had shown up to hassle him, so Peter was counting this as a win. Lynda had baked cookies, and there was chicken on a shitty little grill next to their steps as darkness claimed the sky. Out on the other side of town, you could hear the distant booms of the official fireworks show, but Peter couldn't be fucking bothered.

Instead, he had a lighter and a few grocery bags full of colorful explosions. He was waiting for the ones on the other side of town to stop, drinking a beer as he swung in the hammock to the crackle and pop and canon sounds as the finale crested. He was topless, barefoot in a pair of beat up jeans, and he swung to the ground after the last few echoes had faded, grabbing one of the bags off the hood of Lynda's car and taking a few paces out into the packed dirt clearing just against the tree line. It was a good night. Destiny and Lynda were discussing whatever shit it was that gypsy woman talked about -- men's cocks and women's tits and who cursed who, if you believed in that sort of thing.

Peter was sticking a Roman Candlestick into the dirt, a shake of his head at the fucking irony as he lit the fuse. Fucking balls of fire.
velveteenwolf: (One of Those Days One of Those Nights)
It was pretty much just another day. Roman had been over, and they'd had beers and cigarettes, and they'd laughed and talked and all that superficial shit. Peter teased the blonde that was like part of the family by now with that roguish grin on his mouth. It was almost normal. Almost, because whenever Peter and Roman were within ten feet of one another, there was that tension. That way the air pulled taut, like things not being talked about like some fucking elephant in the room, or whatever the cute phrase was for it. Peter watched Roman as he left through the window of the trailer, that cherry red, ridiculous, gorgeous car pulling away.

He could feel her looking at him, but he swallowed, and instead looked down at the can of beer in his hands. Peter was very good at not dealing with shit, especially when it fell under the umbrella of things that required talking, but he also knew her well enough to know that she would not put up with his shit. Lynda might let him dodge questions, but his pseudo-sibling was in no way nearly as tolerant. Lynda was over at Destiny's and so he sighed, letting the beer can drop and looked over at her, as if he could somehow beat her to it.

"Shit. C'mon, it's nothing, alright?"

Liar, liar.

velveteenwolf: (Heart Lit From Within)
Peter knew who Dyson was, generally.

He knew the name, that he was a werewolf, that he was on the police force. Unfortunately, he was lacking specifics. He didn't know about the Dal, didn't have a phone number or the name of a certain siren. All he really had to go on was his senses, and the knowledge that there was supposed to be a sizable contingent of Fae here.

When he'd left Lynda behind, he'd thought that it would be easy enough. Fae smelled different. It was one of the first things that he'd noticed when his abilities had started to manifest: Nicolae smelled different from everyone else. Not just wolf, but something warm and indescribable and strange but in the best sort of way. When he'd started to shift, Nicolae had taught him what he could, but there simply hadn't been enough time. Six months, give or take a few weeks. He knows how to shift, how to control himself even when the moon is full and bright and the seas rush to greet her. But that's about all he knows. And at seventeen it had simply no longer felt like enough.

It's late, and three days in, when he finally catches a trail. That same sort of scent, different in nuances but still with that same way it had set Nicolae apart from everyone else. So he follows him, as casually as he can manage; just another street rat in dark blue jeans and a thrift store button-down and shielding his cigarette from the evening wind when it gusted. Peter was attractive, but he wasn't spectacular. He didn't have features that drew the eyes and committed his face to memory -- useful given his habit of stealing whatever his fingertips happened to touch.

He traces the figure not too far, but onto a bustling street, with people in vinyl and leather and mesh. He can hear the thrum of the music, and how colored lights filter through the doorway. Traveling with Lynda, he's snuck into clubs more than once or twice. It does surprise him a little when his quarry slips inside, but he doesn't balk at following. He knows he sticks out once he's in here. He has no piercings, his visible tattoos definitely a little too modest -- not even a pair of combat boots. With his attention on trying to filter out the scents of a hundred club-goers to find the one he'd been hunting... Peter isn't exactly surprised when someone stops him.
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They're in Stiles' blue Jeep, sitting in the car by the abandoned trailer that had been his home not so very many months ago. It's not where he needs to go, not where they're heading to, but he needed the solace; a moment's rest after coming back here to let the memories surge and settle. He's talked- vaguely- about what had happened. He hasn't told Stiles the hard parts, the important things. Part of it is because it's still too new, too raw, too much pain and hurt. The other part is that Stiles never made him feel like he had to. Eventually he sighs and jerks his head toward the road.

"Just follow this road through town. It's the big fucking mansion -- pretty hard to miss."

He hadn't been able to get Roman out of his head. Even with three thousand miles between them, he'd still been in his dreams. He'd still had those dreams that rang with that prescient glimmer, that truth that he'd whispered to Destiny: we dream the same dreams. And then he'd dreamed of him the night before he'd tried to sneak off alone, and it had been dark, and filled with terror. Corridors and mirrors and skeleton's hands crooked like they meant to strangle. Something was wrong. Something was rising from the dirt and the roots of the Hemlocks. He'd felt it there before: an old power, darker than Christina's rage, but it had seemed less immediate at the time.

Now, suddenly, it was imperative because Roman was here, he was alone, and there was this feeling clutching in his gut like he needed to be here. Even if it was the last place he wanted to be. He'd run. He'd left him behind, without so much as a sorry or I can't. He'd left him, left him to find the trailer stripped bare and the threads of his hair in the sink as his only farewell. It had been shitty, unforgivable, but if he'd tried to say good bye, Roman would never have let him leave.

At least, that's what he told himself.

"You might... not want to come in," he admitted when they pulled up in front of the towering house, Peter scratching fingers against his jaw. "I don't think he's going to be very pleased to see me." His blue eyes a little bleak as he looked over at Stiles.
velveteenwolf: (Sleep Child Sleep)
Peter was groggy as his eyelashes fluttered, but it was in that nice, warm way of early afternoon sunlight, languid bodies and skin on skin. Last night was hazy, but more in that pleasant glimpses and memories than blackout drunk, which had never really been Peter's style. He liked a pleasant buzz, the light feeling of being truly drunk, laughter and wandering hands. He was still belatedly amazed that he'd actually let Lydia and Roman talk him into a suit of all fucking things, but united, they were all but impossible to refuse. His eyelashes fluttered, a low groan of protest at the sunlight, rather wanting to just stay here like this, not lose the magic of the moment that he hadn't entirely grasped. So he leaned into Roman's shoulder, trying to hide from the light.

There was something tickling at the back of his mind, too much warmth, too much touch of hands and the scent on the air. Finally he looked around, a bleary flutter of blue eyes only to be confronted with a tangle of arms and limbs and red hair that could only belong to one Lydia Martin. The memories of it filtered back, a low murmur and a huff of amusement. This was... different. Not bad, but different. Her skin warm and soft against his own and he couldn't keep his fingers from crawling up to curl in her hair, as if seeing just how far boundaries had been pushed.

Was this one of those things where everyone dashed for their clothes and no one talked about it? He was hoping not. He liked her, in his own way. Assertive and smart, the sort of girl that Peter really didn't know how to deal with and honestly that was part of her charm. She hadn't forced herself between them, she was just something that happened. Because it felt good, having her here. He just hoped he wasn't the only one that felt that way.

"Morning," he drawled, voice low and deep with sleep, even as the clock insisted that morning had very little to do with anything. In their defense, he remembered watching the sunrise, leaning back against Roman and Lydia.
velveteenwolf: (I Want to Run From Your Cage)
Peter won't say it, but he feels like an asshole even as he keeps telling himself he'd done the right thing. He wanted to protect Roman from this. From the Vargulf, from everything that was fucked with this screwed up little town, but most especially, he wanted to save Roman from himself. From the darkness that hadn't yet won him over, but the closer he was to this, the worse this whole shit sandwich got. He had felt it in the Mill. The darkness, the feeling that some day it was going to spill over, and the closer Roman was to this, the sooner that day was going to come.

The sun was out, just enough to be slightly too warm in the high afternoon until he slipped out of his shirt and shoes, drinking beers from the small refrigerator and wishing the sun could chase the chill from his heart. He felt guilty, he felt like he'd done something wrong no matter how many times he tried to tell himself he was just keeping Roman safe, out of this. It was his fight anyway. It had been.. nice. Having Roman by his side, someone who knew, someone that gave a shit and didn't judge him like Destiny and his mother, as if they knew better than he did what he was neck deep in.

He'd been drinking off and on the whole day. By the time he heard an engine pull up to the trailer he was buzzed, tipsy, maybe just a little bit drunk. He had been sitting on the front stoop, playing games with the cat, although after that many beers, the cat's claws were winning. But maybe the slight sting of pain was good -- it gave him something to focus on. Something that wasn't painfully gorgeous with two emeralds for eyes and lips people would kill for. Fucking Roman. Peter couldn't get him out of his head, and it was almost infuriating. Every time he had to remind himself this was the right choice.

He felt guilty, even as pissed as he still was about the Mill. But between that weird feeling he'd gotten, almost sick to his stomach with it, he could almost understand it. Roman didn't deal well with being pushed outside of his comfort zone. But at the same time, that made for an even better reason to cut him out of this whole fucked up thing. It goes to just how much he'd been enjoying his beers that day (and maybe some lot, if he's being honest about it) that he didn't Roman until he could smell him, until the shadow of his body slid over him and Peter shivered.

"Shit, Roman..."

He moved to get up, to try and walk back into the trailer, his shoulders stiff, refusing to let onto his indecision. 
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Character Basics:
Character Name: Peter Rumancek
Journal: [personal profile] velveteenwolf
Age: 18
Fandom: Hemlock Grove
Canon Point: When he realizes Letha is dead + game CR
Debt:
Class A: 5 years
Murder: 3 counts. Not exactly in the literal sense, but at the very least he holds himself accountable for what happens to both Christina and Letha. And he does murder his cat.
Betrayal: 2 count. When he breaks up with Roman and getting involved with Letha.
Class B: 3,064 years 6 months
Assault: 6 counts. He gets into a fight with Jackson in Poly, and in canon with Christina and the bullies. I can't imagine that's the only time he's been forced into a fight.
Theft: 6,120 counts. He's shown to shoplift as a way of life, and is very much implied to have learned how from a very young age. Estimated number.
Burglary/Breaking and Entering: 3 counts. The cemetery, the dead girl's house, and the Mill.
Class C: 218 years, 8 months
Abandonment: 2 Counts (Christina and Roman)
Animal Abuse: 1 Count (His cat)
Attempted murder: 1 Count (Christina)
Bribery: 2 Counts (Destiny – once with chocolates, once with Tequila)
Failure to accept responsibility: 23 Counts
Fleeing the Scene of a Crime: 3 Counts
Giving up on a friend: 1 Count
Purposefully Ignoring Those in Need: 13 Counts
Substance abuse: 306 counts
Traumatizing your Loved Ones: 5 Counts
Unnatural Resurrection: 2 Counts
  • List crimes you’ve created for your character here.

  • Desecration of a Grave and/or Corpse: 2 Counts
    Auto-cannibalism: 75 Counts
    Underage alcoholism: 2,190 Counts
    GRAND TOTAL: 3,288 years 2 months

    Canon Character Section:
    History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemlock_Grove

    Personality:

    “...men do become wolves and if you have the privilege to be witness to such a transformation it is the most natural and right thing you have ever seen.”

    Peter is a teenage boy with an excessively lax parental influence, no stable home, and he likes it that way. The Rumanceks are different from the demographic, they're poorer, they're Romani (despite being half-Italian), and all of these combine to make them outcasts in the depressed, white bread town of Hemlock Grove. Peter, however, while attuned to the dichotomy of have and have-not, continually sees himself as the wealthy one. He might be a thief (of items too small to really be considered stealing), he might have to scramble for pocket change, but he is rich in life experiences that the small town people with their closed mindedness can never imagine. Also, he's a werewolf, which is about the coolest thing in the world, for your information.

    Peter is charming, he's a showman with a long line of useless skills, stage magic tricks and quick fingers to ensnare people's attention, but he is never well-liked, even before the murders. He finds companionship among other outcasts, until rumor and speculation eventually deprive him of that as well. He describes the people he sat with at lunch as “the kids who wore dog collars and misquoted the Existentialists”, and the closest contact he has is a girl that leaves him voice messages that are nothing but breathy moaning. He still never has a friend, a point that is repeated and driven home when he befriends the upir Roman Godfrey, almost against his will.

    He abhors emotional connections, doing his best to avoid them like the plague that he considers them. A hard truth is that he has never needed someone as much as they need him. He has a constant fear of being put in a cage. Which is both literal, and figurative. He's a werewolf, and he seems at least passingly aware of hunters, of being locked up, imprisoned. He's scared of other peoples' needs, of having to deal with people in an emotional context, of having people's feelings pressed upon him. This is not just inclusive of the people he has the closest connections with, but almost typifies their interactions – trying to hold him down, while Peter has at least one foot out the door.

    He has a very evolved “hierarchy of shit he can do without”. And that amounts to, quite honestly, just about everything that doesn't directly affect him. He is dragged, digging in his heels, to dealing with the vargulf that's killing people, and to emotional attachment to both Roman and Letha. Cousins and pretty much ticking time bombs of privilege who are so far removed from his world that neither of them will ever understand the things he fears. One of his initial reactions to Roman comes in an attempt at glibness to push the other teen away, an admitted discomfort of emotional intimacy and a fear of the other boy's needs that ends with the sentiment that he “wouldn't touch that with your dick”. But, he finds himself caught in a no-win situation. They either become the warriors that Roman so desperately craves, or Peter risks the hunter sniffing at his trail, and faces the rumors about the fact that he's a werewolf. He describes it as “a choice between being fucked in the ass or fucked in the mouth”.

    And yet, after the dust settles, the vargulf is gone, Roman asks him how he wasn't scared. Peter's response is that he was terrified, that he couldn't have done it without him. There isn't really one moment that defines when the relationship turns; it's a combination of moments. It's shared cigarettes, and jibes they both toss that around, it's shared dreams and the fact that when Peter pushes him away that Roman keeps coming back no matter how badly he fucks up. Peter might have a foot out the door, but Roman keeps pulling him back. It's something they can't resist, and it's hinted that Peter walks away a lot, given how Roman talks about expecting him to come back again when Peter breaks things off between them. It's clear that he really does care about Roman, because at the Mill, he has a realization that the place isn't good for Roman and then he needs to get him out. Of course, things with those two never go quite so simply.

    The ties that bind him to Letha are different, but no less complex. Peter might not love Letha, but by the time she dies, he definitely feels something for her. Initially, their interaction is a way to get to her father, who has information that might relate to the vargulf, as well as about Roman's mother Olivia, who Peter is guardedly cautious about. After cutting things off with Roman, Letha more or less pushes herself on him and they have sex, but this isn't what manages to tie her to him. It's moments where she becomes more than the silly girl that talks about angels, such as when she literally throws herself on him when he's getting beaten up by the boys at school to protect him, when she so desperately wants to stop the deputies that are planning to kill him, when she holds his wolf after he fights with the vargulf. He can see that she is full of love and light and life, and as much as Roman, she refuses to let go of the boy that doesn't feel like she does.

    And then she's dead and gone, and it rips him apart, destroys his ability to hold onto what stability he'd managed to find, even if his natural inclinations would eventually have driven him from it. He's depressed, he eats less, and his last connection is with a passing dog in a car, sharing a silent howl.

    Persistence wins the day when it comes to Peter, friendship or otherwise; he tries to avoid confrontations where possible, so the right person seems to be able to get under his skin no matter how much he sees attachment as its own sort of cage. Tied into this, is the fact that Peter hates violence. Both in general, but especially when it's directed at him. This isn't just part of his personality, it's also biological. He has “abnormally low levels of adrenal glucocorticoid, indicating that the animal ... is by nature non-aggressive”. However, this doesn't mean he wont fight. He understands necessity, he knows when violence is the only choice. And it might absolutely terrify him, but when the cards are down, he'll be there. If he has to. He has little faith in his own propensity toward courage, however.

    But, when things aren't do-or-die, he's mostly an exceptionally poorly behaved teenager. He's a pervert, he listens to people having sex in the bathroom, reads 'tits and motorcycle' magazines in the cafeteria, he reads dorky comics and makes fun of Twilight, and he drinks as if he doesn't even recognize that he's underage. He also seems to have little respect or acknowledgment for the things that public school values as education. Norman describes it as “Peter was a different breed. He was not our neighbor. He did not want the things we wanted.” At the end of the day, Peter is a gypsy, and a werewolf, and he'd see two left shoes as far more useful than any white picket fence.

    “You can play Mr. Big Stuff but I've seen you cry your eyes out when Nicolae said the utility guy was Leatherface.”


    Powers/Abilities:
    Peter walks in the skin of a wolf. He's a werewolf. On the full moon, his change seems to occur at sunset rather than when the full moon reaches its apex. The earth calls him by his secret name, and it forces him to change. This is not a pleasant or pretty process. He literally sheds his skin, in a show of blood and gore, with the wolf crawling out from inside of him. He eats the remnants of his own body, and is physically reborn when he shifts back at dawn. The only way to actually kill a werewolf permanently, seems to be to cut off their head. The fangs of a werewolf are said to be of exaggerated size and curvature, and that when the jaws of a werewolf close, there isn't a force on Earth that can escape them.

    In human form, he has enhanced senses, but no additional physical prowess. He bruises as easily as anyone else, but any physical injuries do not last past his turn as he literally devours his own body. He's also been shown to be able to share dreams with certain people.

    The wolf Peter shifts into is midnight black with gold eyes, and is significantly larger than a normal wolf and seems to possess increased physical prowess as well. At the canon point he's from, he can shift against the moon, although it's a no-less grizzly process. Shifting back to human leaves him exhausted most times, and he has about enough energy to crawl back into bed.

    He has an exceptionally receptive Swadisthana chakra, which is said to give him access to that “secret, sacred frequency of the universe”. This seems to mostly translate out into a bad feeling, intuition that he perceives as agitation in his balls when something bad is happening / going to happen / has happened, mostly for him personally. Through it, he has a connection to the earth, such as allows him to figure out the site in the park where the girl was murdered. It also allows him to recognize other supernaturals most of the time.


    Appearance:
    Here. Except his hair has grown out; just past his shoulders and usually in a ponytail.

    CR AU
    Game You’re Transferring CR from: [personal profile] polychromatic CR Chart

    How has your character changed from their canon self? The short version is that he's better adjusted than he was at his canon point. He's still a bit weird about relationships, but he has slowly worked out a relationship with Roman, to the point where he's admitted that he loves him to Stiles and Lydia, although not to Roman himself. He does, however, manage to show it in actions. He has several friends that he's slowly learned to confide in; most notable being Derek, Lydia and Stiles. He still thinks feelings are kind of bullshit, but he doesn't entirely run away from them anymore.

    Are they gaining any abilities from their time in game? Did the game setting take something from them?
    Nope~

    Samples:
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    Prose Sample:

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    Romance

    Roman Godfrey
    ♕ Hemlock Grove
    saturniaprovia
    There's a lot going on here that isn't being said. Peter is in love with him. He's not saying the words because they still fucking terrify him, but they're there. He made a deal to do something terrifyingly similar to honest work to get Roman's car back for Christmas. He was Peter's first friend, first time he couldn't run. As the City falls apart, losing Roman is one of his biggest worries.
    CHARACTER
    ♕ CANON
    USERNAME
    BLURB


    Pack

    Derek Hale
    ♕ Teen Wolf
    lupusalpha
    Derek is his Alpha. Technically, Derek and Scott were co-Alphas, but Derek was the one that Peter goes to when he has a problem. He lived with him for a while, a sporadic place to crash while he and Roman were navigating the transition between friends and something more. Derek understands parts of him no one else does; what it's like to be born a wolf.
    Isaac Lahey
    ♕ Teen Wolf
    outofthefreezer
    Isaac was pack. He was the first person in The City Peter recognized as a werewolf. Initially they had a brief altercation that went no further than bright eyes and half a growl, and after that they were also friends. They met under the fullmoon, and had mock-fights. Peter never talked with anyone about it, but he missed him when he left.

    Stiles Stilinski
    ♕ Teen Wolf
    studmuffin
    Stiles is one of Peter's best friends in the entire City. They talk when they need to, sometimes they just go drinking together and harass the hot bartender. They also have a special spot in the woods which is always stocked with odds and ends of strong liquor -- sometimes you need alcohol to be able to get to where you can talk about the problems that matter. Stiles is part of how Peter learned to fight for the people he cares about. Peter considers Stiles pack because when they first met, the kid was dating Derek. The two have been rather on-again-off-again, but Peter totally ships it.
    Scott McCall
    ♕ Teen Wolf
    affectioning
    Scott is pack. He's the other Alpha. He was... in a weird threeway relationship with Isaac and Allison (it's like he told your mother, Scott: that way lies fucking pain). He cares about Scott, he's just never clicked as well as he did with Derek. Although after Isaac and Allison both vanished, he was definitely worried for him.

    Remus Lupin
    ♕ Harry Potter
    mapmaker
    He's a very different sort of wolf from either Peter or the rest of the wolves here; he's locked up on the full moon for the safety or others and his own. He's a nice kid, and Peter will never say it, but the reason he's not as close to Remus is because he makes him think of poor, poor Christina.
    Melissa McCall
    ♕ Teen Wolf
    mamanurse
    Pack by virtue of being Scott's mother. He only really met her once, when he walked into the hospital with glass shards in his hand, but she was warm, if exasperated. He liked her. He wished that she had stayed.

    Jackson Whittmore
    ♕ Teen Wolf
    bigkanimaoncampus
    Can he just punch him once more? But, no, seriously. Jackson is only pack because he's a wolf, and Derek says he's from back home. So, sure, he'll keep an eye out for him. That doesn't mean he has to like him.
    CHARACTER
    ♕ CANON
    USERNAME
    BLURB


    Friends

    Lydia Martin
    ♕ Teen Wolf
    lefthandedgenius
    She isn't pack, but that makes their friendship mean even more to him. Of all the people he's met, of anyone he's ever known in his life, Lydia is the person with whom he lets down his walls the most. When he's hurt, when he doesn't know what to think or how to feel, he knocks on her door. He gives her massages and she does his hair. There isn't a force in the world he wouldn't try to protect her from, and that includes both Peter Hale and Jackson. But at the same time, he's very aware that she's very much her own person and in most cases perfectly capable of taking care of herself, thank you. Not even gonna lie -- sometimes she scares him.
    Julie Grigio
    ♕ Warm Bodies
    grigio
    Julie is one of Peter's closest friends. She's not the person he confesses his feelings to, but that's what he needs sometimes. Just somewhere he can be and make dumb jokes and laugh at stupid movies and forget everything else for a while. She's sort of the sister that he never had.

    Ginny Weasley
    ♕ Harry Potter
    hexuality
    Ginny's cute and a trouble-maker and is open about using magic, so of course she caught his attention. She made him a protection charm like Destiny had given him once, and after that they checked on each other every so often and hung out for butterbeer and stories.
    CHARACTER
    ♕ CANON
    USERNAME
    BLURB


    Acquaintances

    Mae Crawford
    ♕ The Devil's Lexicon
    brobeforehos
    They've talked briefly, and Peter likes her well enough. However, he mostly knows about Mae as Stiles' bff, but that sort of endorsement goes a long way. If she ever needs help, chances are, he'd probably be there, even if he was kicking himself for it.
    Korra (and Naga)
    ♕ The Legend of Korra
    anatural
    Peter met Korra fairly recently helping her out when Naga was sick and she needed help getting him to the animal clinic. She seems like a nice girl with a good head on her shoulders. He isn't entirely sure what to make of Naga, but they seem interesting, if nothing else.

    Rain
    ♕ Original Character
    livingmyths
    Rain is a... strange girl, to put it mildly. But, she taught Peter his way around the greenhouse, and she seems harmless, maybe a bit lonely, if anything. It gives him an excuse to do tricks and showoff, not that he's ever lacking those.
    Jesse Pinkman
    ♕ Breaking Bad
    theblowfish
    When Jesse showed up, Peter gave him a joint and a pack of smokes. They've pretty much been casual friends since.

    Rose Tyler
    ♕ Doctor Who
    missrosetyler
    He met her as part of his payment for Roman's car. Sweet enough girl, the Brit accent amuses him, and she taught him that he sucks at running a shop.
    Allison Argent
    ♕ Teen Wolf
    N/A
    He's actually never met her except in passing. But, he knows that Scott and Isaac and Lydia all cared for her and that's enough that he'd like to get to know her.

    Ivan Raikov
    ♕ Metal Gear Solid 3
    majorcrotchgrab
    Only passing acquaintance; he helped him move into a new apartment as part of paying off his debt.
    The Hatter/Belial
    ♕ Angel Sanctuary
    indecent_butterfly
    A very very strange customer. They promised Peter an invitation to a New Years party that he never recieved. He'd still waiting, dammit.

    Erica Reyes
    ♕ Teen Wolf
    invulnerated
    Brief interaction during a 4th wall event; he knows her face an, uh, yeah. All of her is beautiful. Wow.
    Dean Winchester
    ♕ Supernatural
    67chevyimpala
    Apparently he's like an older brother to Julie. They've never met, but he's glad there's someone else looking after her.


    People Peter Doesn't like

    Luke Valentine
    ♕ Hellsing
    valentineluke
    Peter hasn't liked him since the first time they spoke on the network. There's just something off about Luke, a feeling in his Swadisthana. But, more than anything, he doesn't like the man's interest in Roman. He'd never admit that he's trying to protect Roman, but the last thing he wants is someone dragging Roman toward his darker urges.
    CHARACTER
    ♕ CANON
    USERNAME
    BLURB

    Dancer AU

    Dec. 1st, 2013 02:27 am
    velveteenwolf: (Heart Lit From Within)
    It was a late call for practice; not until mid-afternoon. Peter and a couple of the other boys had shown up a few hours early to put in some work on one sequence they'd been having trouble with the rhythm of, but, they hadn't actually made it out of the dressing room. It wouldn't be a problem, except that Draco, the blond, had actually mentioned it to Roman. It had been casual, nothing for certain, but it was enough to potentially prompt the Godfrey heir-apparent to come looking when the studio remained empty. Peter was oblivious, at least for the moment, caught up in it as the darker haired boy, Harry, fucked into him. Peter was bent over a table, Draco's hands tight in his long hair as he rocked into the Rise's mouth with lewd, wet noises.

    Peter was sort of, well, like that. He liked sex, and was defiantly unashamed of the fact. He'd fuck any of the boys in the show, as long as you understood that the closest he got a relationship with mutual pleasure, working relationship, friends-with-benefits sort of thing. He'd fuck any of them, well, as long as you weren't Roman Godfrey, his co-star.

    Roman had something of a reputation for it, to be fair. He'd fuck his co-stars once or twice, and then start fucking other people when they bored him, and by the end of one run of a show, they were out of the company. With his mother running the organization after the suspicious-but-unprovable suicide of her husband, it was no surprise, really. It made it a cursed promotion; none of the other dancers currently part of the troupe wanted it.

    Of course, the fact that Peter refused him just seemed to make Roman more intent. Flirtatious looks, lewd comments, stray touches -- there had been attraction since they first looked into each other's eyes. It was about to get a whole lot worse, though. A fact that Peter realized as he looked up to the door on a whim, and his blue eyes locked with Roman's greens. He couldn't look away. And if Roman had been looking for any time at all, it was impossible to miss how he started rocking his ass back onto Harry's cock, or how he seemed to get even more enthralled as he sucked at Draco's dick. Leaning up, letting him sink in deeper between his lips so that it all disappeared down his throat.

    Putting on a show. And given that his eyes never wandered, it was impossible to miss just who it was for.
    velveteenwolf: (Default)
    Roman saved him.

    It was an uncomfortable fact, under his skin. That Letha wouldn't have stopped, would have pushed and taken and wrapped him up in that cage of other people's desires he didn't actually know how to escape from. What does Roman have to do with the price of rice in China? As if she didn't know. As if she didn't want to know. Are you really saying no? But it didn't matter. She didn't care. It was spinning away, and it was that realization that this was happening no matter what he said as he looked up into her eyes that were as green as Roman's. Fucking Godfrey greens. A Godfrey always gets what they want.

    And then Roman had burst in, furious, so much anger in his eyes, and reminding her of just how wrong it was, even when Peter had broken things off with him the day before. Roman had stayed after Letha left, made sure Peter was okay (even if okay had been a lie, he'd played it well enough to communicate I wont let you help me right now). He wasn't hurt, anyway. Maybe he could have fallen into it otherwise, if Roman hadn't come in, hadn't seen him like that, and now he felt... wrong in a way he couldn't pin down. Peter had never been the sort to want this sort of thing -- people and relationships and would have claimed that the whole Dom/sub think was bullshit if you asked (Christina had once, and she'd looked so scandalized Peter swore her ears turned pink).

    But he did, it turned out.

    To his credit, Roman kept trying to get close, to talk about what had happened, try and fix whatever wound Peter clearly had as he flinched from even casual contact, talked less, skipped all of his classes in favor of smoking on the roof and staring at the sun. Letha was out of school as the Godfreys tried to quiet the legal repercussions of nonconsent. It probably wouldn't even make it to trial; fucking modern day royalty. It was just that Peter was a gypsy. It was in his blood. He thought he could just run from it forever. Even if they dreamed the same dreams, if Roman was tied to him in a way that defied Peter's attempts to run from it.

    It was late when he fell asleep to bad dreams. A stormy night, black midnight skies and cracks of lightning punctuated by rolling thunder. He was sitting on the couch, alone, a red candle on the table in front of him, flickering unevenly, and the wax ran onto the table like tendrils of blood. The rain poured off the windows, the storm door of the trailer rattling violently as the branches of trees creaked and moaned. Stormy as his feelings; probably fucking symbolic, but Peter refused to let himself read into it every time he woke.

    Proxima App

    Nov. 1st, 2013 03:29 pm
    velveteenwolf: (Default)
    PLAYER INFORMATION
    NAME: Puppy
    AGE: I'm 26! bday is 5/5/87 ;)
    JOURNAL: [personal profile] velveteenwolf

    CHARACTER INFORMATION
    CHARACTER NAME: Peter Rumancek
    SERIES: Hemlock Grove (Novel)
    CHARACTER AGE: 17
    REFERENCE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemlock_Grove
    CANON POINT: Middle of the chapter A Large Bad Thing; after going to the Willoughby's
    SEXUALITY: Canon sexuality is bisexual. He has a girlfriend although their attachments are complex and unbalanced with her far more interested in him than he is in her, and also a very heavy romantic tinged connection to a boy, implied to have had a light sexual component. (The other boy refers to him as “good for a hard-on”.)
    PERSONALITY: “...men do become wolves and if you have the privilege to be witness to such a transformation it is the most natural and right thing you have ever seen.”

    Peter is a teenage boy with an excessively lax parental influence, no stable home, and he likes it that way. The Rumanceks are different from the demographic, they're poorer, they're Romani (despite being half-Italian), and all of these combine to make them outcasts in the depressed, white bread town of Hemlock Grove. Peter, however, while attuned to the dichotomy of have and have-not, continually sees himself as the wealthy one. He might be a thief (of items too small to really be considered stealing), he might have to scramble for pocket change, but he is rich in life experiences that the small town people with their closed mindedness can never imagine. Also, he's a werewolf, which is about the coolest thing in the world, for your information.

    Peter is charming, he's a showman with a long line of useless skills, stage magic tricks and quick fingers to ensnare people's attention, but he is never well-liked, even before the murders. He finds companionship among other outcasts, until rumor and speculation eventually deprive him of that as well. He describes the people he sat with at lunch as “the kids who wore dog collars and misquoted the Existentialists”, and the closest contact he has is a girl that leaves him voice messages that are nothing but breathy moaning. He still never has a friend, a point that is repeated and driven home when he befriends the upir Roman Godfrey, almost against his will.

    He abhors emotional connections, doing his best to avoid them like the plague that he considers them. A hard truth is that he has never needed someone as much as they need him. He has a constant fear of being put in a cage. Which is both literal, and figurative. He's a werewolf, and he seems at least passingly aware of hunters, of being locked up, imprisoned. He's scared of other peoples' needs, of having to deal with people in an emotional context, of having people's feelings pressed upon him. This is not just inclusive of the people he has the closest connections with, but almost typifies their interactions – trying to hold him down, while Peter has at least one foot out the door.

    He has a very evolved “hierarchy of shit he can do without”. And that amounts to, quite honestly, just about everything that doesn't directly affect him. He is dragged, digging in his heels, to dealing with the vargulf that's killing people, and to emotional attachment to both Roman and Letha. Cousins and pretty much ticking time bombs of privilege who are so far removed from his world that neither of them will ever understand the things he fears. One of his initial reactions to Roman comes in an attempt at glibness to push the other teen away, an admitted discomfort of emotional intimacy and a fear of the other boy's needs that ends with the sentiment that he “wouldn't touch that with your dick”. But, he finds himself caught in a no-win situation. They either become the warriors that Roman so desperately craves, or Peter risks the hunter sniffing at his trail, and faces the rumors about the fact that he's a werewolf. He describes it as “a choice between being fucked in the ass or fucked in the mouth”.

    And yet, after the dust settles, the vargulf is gone, Roman asks him how he wasn't scared. Peter's response is that he was terrified, that he couldn't have done it without him. There isn't really one moment that defines when the relationship turns; it's a combination of moments. It's shared cigarettes, and jibes they both toss that around, it's shared dreams and the fact that when Peter pushes him away that Roman keeps coming back no matter how badly he fucks up. Peter might have a foot out the door, but Roman keeps pulling him back. It's something they can't resist, and it's hinted that Peter walks away a lot, given how Roman talks about expecting him to come back again when Peter breaks up with him. It's clear that he really does care about Roman, because at the Mill, he has a realization that the place isn't good for Roman and then he needs to get him out. Of course, things with those two never go quite so simply.

    The ties that bind him to Letha are different, but no less complex. Peter might not love Letha, but by the time she dies, he definitely feels something for her. Initially, their interaction is a way to get to her father, who has information that might relate to the vargulf, as well as about Roman's mother Olivia, who Peter is worried about because she's upir. After cutting things off with Roman, Letha pushes herself on him, and when he cites Roman as for why they can't have sex, blithely questions “what Roman has to do with the price of rice in China!”. They have sex, but this isn't what manages to tie her to him. It's moments where she becomes more than the silly girl that talks about angels, such as when she literally throws herself on him when he's getting beaten up by the boys at school to protect him, when she so desperately wants to stop the deputies that are planning to kill him, when she holds his wolf after he fights with the vargulf. He can see that she is full of love and light and life, and as much as Roman, she refuses to let go of the boy that doesn't feel like she does.

    And then she's dead and gone, and it rips him apart, destroys his ability to hold onto what stability he'd managed to find, even if his natural inclinations would eventually have driven him from it. He's depressed, he eats less, and his last connection is with a passing dog in a car, sharing a silent howl. Peter idolizes her pregnancy out of a need for a family, a pack that he hasn't had since his uncle died when he was fourteen and losing that, as well as the sweet-but-stupid girl that has glued herself to him ruins him. What wouldn't Peter do for a family?

    Persistence wins the day when it comes to Peter, friendship or otherwise; he tries to avoid confrontations where possible, so the right person seems to be able to get under his skin no matter how much he sees attachment as its own sort of cage. Tied into this, is the fact that Peter hates violence. Both in general, but especially when it's directed at him. This isn't just part of his personality, it's also biological. He has “abnormally low levels of adrenal glucocorticoid, indicating that the animal ... is by nature non-aggressive”. However, this doesn't mean he wont fight. He understands necessity, he knows when violence is the only choice. And it might absolutely terrify him, but when the cards are down, he'll be there. If he has to. However, he has little faith in his own propensity toward courage.

    But, when things aren't do-or-die, he's mostly an exceptionally poorly behaved teenager. He's a pervert, he listens to people having sex in the bathroom, reads 'tits and motorcycle' magazines in the cafeteria, he drinks as if he doesn't even recognize that he's underage. He seems to have little respect or acknowledgment for the things that public school values as education. Norman describes it as “Peter was a different breed. He was not our neighbor. He did not want the things we wanted.” At the end of the day, Peter is a gypsy, and a werewolf, and he'd see two left shoes as far more useful than any white picket fence.

    “You can play Mr. Big Stuff but I've seen you cry your eyes out when Nicolae said the utility guy was Leatherface.”
    POWERS: Peter does walk in the skin of a wolf. He's a werewolf. His change seems to occur at sunset rather than when the full moon reaches its apex. The earth calls him by his secret name, and it forces him to change. This is not a pleasant or pretty process. He literally sheds his skin, in a show of blood and gore, with the wolf crawling out from inside of him. He eats the remnants of his own body, and is physically reborn when he shifts back at dawn. The only way to actually kill a werewolf permanently, seems to be to cut off their head. The fangs of a werewolf are said to be of exaggerated size and curvature, and that when the jaws of a werewolf close, there isn't a force on Earth that can escape them.

    In human form, he has enhanced senses, but no additional physical prowess. He bruises as easily as anyone else, but any physical injuries do not last past his turn as he literally devours his own body.

    The wolf Peter shifts into is midnight black with gold eyes, and is significantly larger than a normal wolf and seems to possess increased physical prowess as well. At the canon point he's from, he can shift against the moon, although it's a no-less grizzly process. Shifting back to human leaves him exhausted most times, and he has about enough energy to crawl back into bed.

    He has an exceptionally receptive Swadisthana chakra, which is said to give him access to that “secret, sacred frequency of the universe”. This seems to mostly translate out into a bad feeling, intuition that he perceives as agitation in his balls when something bad is happening / going to happen / has happened, mostly for him personally. Through it, he has a connection to the earth, such as allows him to figure out the site in the park where the girl was murdered. It also allows him to recognize other supernaturals most of the time.
    SUITABILITY: I'm not going to lie and say this will be easy on Peter. It won't. Per his canon, there is the implication that being locked in a cage can literally kill him. However, the Dome is expansive, and I think that with developing ties between himself and others that he could definitely end up adjusting. He is definitely in for some rough times as first, however. As far as sex goes, he thinks about it a lot, has already lost his virginity with a girl, and has fooled around with a boy. I am not sure that overt experiments will ever be particularly easy on him, however.
    FIRST PERSON EXAMPLE: http://languished.dreamwidth.org/321581.html
    THIRD PERSON EXAMPLE: http://languishlogs.dreamwidth.org/147966.html
    velveteenwolf: (Boy Lives in the Stars)
    [Player information]
    Player Name: Puppy
    Age: 26
    E-mail: lotuspromises.rp@gmail.com
    Other characters played at Cape Kore: Isaac Lahey (switching)

    [Character information]
    Name: Peter Rumancek
    Canon: Hemlock Grove
    Canon Point: Right after realizing Letha is dead. Middle of the chapter You Must Make Your Heart Steel'.
    Age: 17

    Appearance: N/A
    Inventory: Miscellaneous gypsy jewelry, a pair of black boxer briefs, and sadness.
    Abilities: Peter walks in the skin of a wolf. He's a werewolf. On the full moon, his change seems to occur at sunset rather than when the full moon reaches its apex. The earth calls him by his secret name, and it forces him to change. This is not a pleasant or pretty process. He literally sheds his skin, in a show of blood and gore, with the wolf crawling out from inside of him. He eats the remnants of his own body, and is physically reborn when he shifts back at dawn. The only way to actually kill a werewolf permanently, seems to be to cut off their head. The fangs of a werewolf are said to be of exaggerated size and curvature, and that when the jaws of a werewolf close, there isn't a force on Earth that can escape them.

    In human form, he has enhanced senses, but no additional physical prowess. He bruises as easily as anyone else, but any physical injuries do not last past his turn as he literally devours his own body. He's also been shown to be able to share dreams with certain people.

    The wolf Peter shifts into is midnight black with gold eyes, and is significantly larger than a normal wolf and seems to possess increased physical prowess as well. At the canon point he's from, he can shift against the moon, although it's a no-less grizzly process. Shifting back to human leaves him exhausted most times, and he has about enough energy to crawl back into bed.

    He has an exceptionally receptive Swadisthana chakra, which is said to give him access to that “secret, sacred frequency of the universe”. This seems to mostly translate out into a bad feeling, intuition that he perceives as agitation in his balls when something bad is happening / going to happen / has happened, mostly for him personally. Through it, he has a connection to the earth, such as allows him to figure out the site in the park where the girl was murdered. It also allows him to recognize other supernaturals most of the time.

    History: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hemlock_Grove

    Personality: “...men do become wolves and if you have the privilege to be witness to such a transformation it is the most natural and right thing you have ever seen.”

    Peter is a teenage boy with an excessively lax parental influence, no stable home, and he likes it that way. The Rumanceks are different from the demographic, they're poorer, they're Romani (despite being half-Italian), and all of these combine to make them outcasts in the depressed, white bread town of Hemlock Grove. Peter, however, while attuned to the dichotomy of have and have-not, continually sees himself as the wealthy one. He might be a thief (of items too small to really be considered stealing), he might have to scramble for pocket change, but he is rich in life experiences that the small town people with their closed mindedness can never imagine. Also, he's a werewolf, which is about the coolest thing in the world, for your information.

    Peter is charming, he's a showman with a long line of useless skills, stage magic tricks and quick fingers to ensnare people's attention, but he is never well-liked, even before the murders. He finds companionship among other outcasts, until rumor and speculation eventually deprive him of that as well. He describes the people he sat with at lunch as “the kids who wore dog collars and misquoted the Existentialists”, and the closest contact he has is a girl that leaves him voice messages that are nothing but breathy moaning. He still never has a friend, a point that is repeated and driven home when he befriends the upir Roman Godfrey, almost against his will.

    He abhors emotional connections, doing his best to avoid them like the plague that he considers them. A hard truth is that he has never needed someone as much as they need him. He has a constant fear of being put in a cage. Which is both literal, and figurative. He's a werewolf, and he seems at least passingly aware of hunters, of being locked up, imprisoned. He's scared of other peoples' needs, of having to deal with people in an emotional context, of having people's feelings pressed upon him. This is not just inclusive of the people he has the closest connections with, but almost typifies their interactions – trying to hold him down, while Peter has at least one foot out the door.

    He has a very evolved “hierarchy of shit he can do without”. And that amounts to, quite honestly, just about everything that doesn't directly affect him. He is dragged, digging in his heels, to dealing with the vargulf that's killing people, and to emotional attachment to both Roman and Letha. Cousins and pretty much ticking time bombs of privilege who are so far removed from his world that neither of them will ever understand the things he fears. One of his initial reactions to Roman comes in an attempt at glibness to push the other teen away, an admitted discomfort of emotional intimacy and a fear of the other boy's needs that ends with the sentiment that he “wouldn't touch that with your dick”. But, he finds himself caught in a no-win situation. They either become the warriors that Roman so desperately craves, or Peter risks the hunter sniffing at his trail, and faces the rumors about the fact that he's a werewolf. He describes it as “a choice between being fucked in the ass or fucked in the mouth”.

    And yet, after the dust settles, the vargulf is gone, Roman asks him how he wasn't scared. Peter's response is that he was terrified, that he couldn't have done it without him. There isn't really one moment that defines when the relationship turns; it's a combination of moments. It's shared cigarettes, and jibes they both toss that around, it's shared dreams and the fact that when Peter pushes him away that Roman keeps coming back no matter how badly he fucks up. Peter might have a foot out the door, but Roman keeps pulling him back. It's something they can't resist, and it's hinted that Peter walks away a lot, given how Roman talks about expecting him to come back again when Peter breaks things off between them. It's clear that he really does care about Roman, because at the Mill, he has a realization that the place isn't good for Roman and then he needs to get him out. Of course, things with those two never go quite so simply.

    The ties that bind him to Letha are different, but no less complex. Peter might not love Letha, but by the time she dies, he definitely feels something for her. Initially, their interaction is a way to get to her father, who has information that might relate to the vargulf, as well as about Roman's mother Olivia, who Peter is guardedly cautious about. After cutting things off with Roman, Letha more or less pushes herself on him and they have sex, but this isn't what manages to tie her to him. It's moments where she becomes more than the silly girl that talks about angels, such as when she literally throws herself on him when he's getting beaten up by the boys at school to protect him, when she so desperately wants to stop the deputies that are planning to kill him, when she holds his wolf after he fights with the vargulf. He can see that she is full of love and light and life, and as much as Roman, she refuses to let go of the boy that doesn't feel like she does.

    And then she's dead and gone, and it rips him apart, destroys his ability to hold onto what stability he'd managed to find, even if his natural inclinations would eventually have driven him from it. He's depressed, he eats less, and his last connection is with a passing dog in a car, sharing a silent howl.

    Persistence wins the day when it comes to Peter, friendship or otherwise; he tries to avoid confrontations where possible, so the right person seems to be able to get under his skin no matter how much he sees attachment as its own sort of cage. Tied into this, is the fact that Peter hates violence. Both in general, but especially when it's directed at him. This isn't just part of his personality, it's also biological. He has “abnormally low levels of adrenal glucocorticoid, indicating that the animal ... is by nature non-aggressive”. However, this doesn't mean he wont fight. He understands necessity, he knows when violence is the only choice. And it might absolutely terrify him, but when the cards are down, he'll be there. If he has to. He has little faith in his own propensity toward courage, however.

    But, when things aren't do-or-die, he's mostly an exceptionally poorly behaved teenager. He's a pervert, he listens to people having sex in the bathroom, reads 'tits and motorcycle' magazines in the cafeteria, he reads dorky comics and makes fun of Twilight, and he drinks as if he doesn't even recognize that he's underage. He also seems to have little respect or acknowledgment for the things that public school values as education. Norman describes it as “Peter was a different breed. He was not our neighbor. He did not want the things we wanted.” At the end of the day, Peter is a gypsy, and a werewolf, and he'd see two left shoes as far more useful than any white picket fence.

    “You can play Mr. Big Stuff but I've seen you cry your eyes out when Nicolae said the utility guy was Leatherface.”

    [Samples]
    Linked Sample:
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    Network Sample:
    http://poly-chromatic.dreamwidth.org/1136729.html

    Prose Sample:
    Peter Rumancek was a gypsy, and it made anywhere his home as much as anywhere else. This place was a town like any other, but they'd been here for three months, Peter and his mother, and after everything that had happened in Hemlock, that was damn-near some kind of fucking record.

    He's in the middle of some freak hurricane, with the students all huddled in classrooms, and the teacher decides to send him to get flashlights from the janitor's closet. It doesn't help matters that the full moon's tonight and Peter's antsy; he already feels like he's crawling out of his skin, even though he's got a few hours yet. It's a quiver at the base of his spine, a whisper in his ear that dances with every drop of rain.

    He leans against the door, his leg tapping, unable to stay still. Flashlights seem much less important that not being locked up in that box of a classroom, anyway. He can't stand cages. He knows there's something wrong here, he can feel it like an ache, but even Destiny thinks this is the sort of shitstorm you can't dodge by running. He hates this shit, and he's tempted to bolt anyway. Fuck death and fuck dying and fuck goddamn people.

    It's a place like any other, but he'd almost liked it. Not home, because nowhere is home except when he drops his human jaw to the ground. But it had been nice enough. He likes the smoke on late summer afternoons, and lazy afternoons after school with cheap smokes and cheaper beer and showing off with a lazy grin for some birdbrain girl fascinated by the fact that he's a gypsy. Sometimes, he wants to tell them he's a werewolf because at least that is pretty damn awesome. The fucking hilarious thing, is that the stories have it all wrong: being a werewolf isn't a curse. It's being a fucking rockstar.

    He dangles a beat-up pack of cigarettes in his long fingers, a flicker of his blue eyes as he looks up at the ceiling. He taps one from the pack and he curses, kicks his foot against the door. Because there's still a Roman-shaped blindspot standing beside him.

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