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[color=gray][b]Location;[/b][/color] The Butchery --> Washington Square
[color=gray][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] [i]Momentarily with: Ambrosia Sanguine ([@Lionhearted]) [/i][/center]
[hr]It was Founder's Day. A festive event for Salem and all its people.

Perhaps, for William, this day wasn't any special than others. Though, that was mostly because the day was too noisy and he'd rather bury himself in his covers to spare his ears from any more pain. While he could normally drown it out, the festivities would usually hammer his consciousness and he would feel zoning in and out of it - rarely getting enough focus. So that's why he usually avoids Washington Square on this particular day. That place was where the heart of the festivities were.

Unfortunately for him, Volber had another thing in mind. Despite being acutely aware of William's condition, the butcher found it apt to drag the young werewolf to Washington Square so that they could perhaps sell some of their finest meals. While they were mostly a butchery, on certain occasions, they served cooked food to sell to people. They had one of the finest meat in the city but only a few knew how to cook it well enough to taste its best - two of those few were the workers in the shop itself.

[b][color=gray]"But Volber, I can't. It's too noisy!"[/color][/b] William complained as they loaded the supplies onto the food truck that was owned by Volber. The man was rather large and bulky, even for a werewolf. One wouldn't doubt that he could have been a bodybuilder of sorts. His form was intimidating, and so was his tone of voice, but he's really a rather chill guy overall. However, when he gets his mind on something, it would be very hard to convince him to do something else.

[b]"I'm short-staffed, Will."[/b] The bulky man started, hefting three crates with ease and then dumping them into the food truck. They were hidden from the sight of normal people, so it was rather safe to display their unnatural strength. [b]"It's a busy day, and you're the only help I have."[/b] He continued, sending a glare at the young werewolf. [b]"You owe me kid, now get in and let's ride."[/b] Volber said as he closed the food truck's back.

William groaned. [b][color=gray]"Yeah, yeah, wait a second."[/color][/b] He then went inside the shop again and retrieved a pair of headphones and earphones just in case he gets a break and he can start using them. Not to listen to music, but rather to block out the sounds made by the people there. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too noisy. He then hopped into the truck. 

Volber proceeded to lock up shop before they drove off. The ride hadn't been too long. They weren't too far from the heart of the city. It only took them around thirty minutes to get there, and that included some minor traffic. Of course, by the time they got there, the festivities had barely started. They needed to get there early so that they could get a good parking space for their food truck. 

The moment the truck entered Washington Square, however, the two of them felt a little off. It was simply because of the tinge of holiness in the air. They looked at each other as Volber parked at a rather good area. Was something going on? Normally there weren't holy runes inscribed in an area unless it became a hunting ground. But Volber eased up relatively quickly. [b]"Just don't make it obvious kid. We're just vendors right now."[/b] He told William as he prepared the supplies to be cooked.

[b][color=gray]"Yeah... yeah."[/color][/b] He muttered and then exited the truck. He was assaulted by the smell coming from the other food trucks, the things the people around carried and so many other scents. The sizzling of food being cooked, the conversations of the others, the honking of horns from somewhere far off, two couples getting into a fight - everything started to overwhelm William. He quickly placed his headphones on top of his ears which successfully muffled some of the noise. he then opened the food truck's window and prepared the signboard which showed their menu for the day. He dusted off his hands when he finished.

The owner and the worker looked at each other and nodded. It was time for opening. William had been in charge of taking the orders since most didn't really like interacting with Volber. It had been rather busy for the first hour as people lined up to their food truck to get their annual feed. William saw some of their fellow packmates going to them and made sure to order their... juicier steaks. Volber was more than happy to accommodate their tastes.

The events lulled for a while and William finally took a break. William put on his earphones, that actually did well in trying to block out some sounds, and then took a stroll around. William waved at the few people who he knew around his area of Salem, and then some supernaturals. He wondered if Blaine decided to also attend this place. Ooh, what about Katalina? He hummed to himself as he continued walking. 

Something made him turn to a certain direction - the familiar feeling of... something. William actually didn't notice it until he was looking straight at Ambrosia. The moment he realized that he was kind of staring, however, he quickly bowed his head as a sort of apologetic gesture to the woman. Was she one of them as well? May not be a werewolf... a vampire perhaps? Or a witch? With the mingling of scents around, he was unable to be one hundred percent sure about it. Nevertheless, he gave her a bright smile, a wave and then went on his merry way. He still looks cheery as he walked down the halls with his hands behind his back, still humming to himself. He wondered who he will be encountering next. It seems that the odd feeling of the holiness has been pushed to the back of his mind for now. Maybe he could have fun, even a little bit.