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Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Why, thank you for your assistance, good sir," Sylvia reached her hand out, touching Aleksandr's. A real smile twitched on his face as she spoke and formed a small smirk on her lips. He grabbed her with ease and placed her in the wheelchair. He quickly closed the car door and pushed the wheelchair towards the bookstore as fast as possible.

Father Seraphim shook his head softly, watching the two interact. He didn't doubt that Sylvia was a nice, young lady; it was just he did not trust Aleksandr. Aleksandr wasn't particularly terrible, but he wasn't good, either. Memories of Theodora and him came to his mind. The happiness they both shared was something he could never erase from his mind, and when little Aleksy came along, the three had such cherished memories that he sinfully longed for every day. Perhaps, he should let Aleksandr enjoy this small amount of happiness for its brief moment. Of course, that's what he told himself every time, and look where it got them...

Father Seraphim closed his eyes to think better. No, no, he had to be stricter on Aleksandr. The last thing the three of them needed was an accident. Father Seraphim opened his eyes and watched as Aleksandr opened the door of the bookstore to wheel Sylvia inside of it. The priest crossed himself discretely, wishing he had at least told them to be quick about it. Perhaps, he was being paranoid, but then again, he thought discerningly about Aleksandr in the hospital--out of all the places for the young man to start touching himself. Men can be such terrible monsters to women, he thought to himself, staring out the passenger door window to look at the bookstore. His head shook back and forth slightly. What would Theodora do? The thoughts escaped him. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

When Sylvia turned, Aleksandr was startled, not expecting her to turn around to face him. He quickly looked out the window, feeling embarrassed and flustered. His fingers twitched against each other. He had thought of all the scenarios happening before deciding to glare at his father, and in all the scenarios, none of them involved Sylvia turning around. He leaned his head back on the headrest. His eyes quickly glanced at the seat in front of him and then continued to stare out the window at the dull grayness falling from the sky. His mind wandered back to when they were in the hospital, both smiling. The foreign nervousness came back. He relaxed his shoulders, shrinking further into the cramped seat completely unsure of what to make of the situation.

"By chance, would my old clothes be within the bag? I'd rather not lose my keys, phone or wallet if I can help it."

Father Seraphim paused his contemplating for a moment, "Yes, the nurses at the hospital did hand over your clothes. They are in the back of the car in a brown paper bag," he turned the blinker on in the Toyota, and the car took a right hand turn, "In three lights I should make a left..." he repeated. His eyes glanced at the rearview mirror, Aleksandr was focusing at the window as opposed to glaring at him. A settled smile fell over the priest's face.

As they approached the third light, the Toyota shifted lanes and Father Seraphim turned the left hand signal on before turning the wheel and car. He stopped the car by the two story building and the bookstore. He let out a small sigh. He turned to face Aleksandr, "Aleksy," he paused, waiting for Aleksandr to turn his attention from the windowsill, "Could you help Sylv get her things together?"

Aleksandr looked cautiously at his dad, still slightly embarrassed by what had happened between Sylvia and him not moments ago, "Yes, Papa," he muttered, trying to open the car door, until he realized it was locked, "The door's locked."

"Oh, Lord have mercy! Unlocking the doors would be most helpful!" Father Seraphim made a small chuckle, unlocking the doors. Aleksandr opened the car door and got out of the vehicle to open up the boot. He pulled out the wheelchair and unfolded it. He pressed his weight on it to make sure it was sturdy before wheeling it next to the passenger door. He opened the passenger door. He didn't mind getting rained on, but Sylvia probably would--especially how she was dressed. They were going to have to do this quickly.

"Alright," he said nervously to Sylvia, trying to make a small smile on his face "I'm going to need your help, again," he held out his hand, feeling jittery tingles in his hand jumping with a strange excitement. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr lifted Sylvia out of the wheelchair without much of a struggle--again, she proved lighter than he had expected. He quickly and gently placed her in the passenger seat of the car. He let a small sigh, feeling a bit jittery after having held onto her. He closed the door for her and didn't dare look back at her as he turned to fold the wheelchair so it would fit in the boot of the car. He took several moments, studying the wheelchair. He tinkered with it a bit before figuring out to properly fold it.

Father Seraphim went around the car and unlocked the boot before opening it up. Both men exchanged gazes silently as Aleksandr leaned over and fitted the wheelchair into the boot. He stood back up, facing his father, who had his hand on the boot's door, "I'm warning you," he spoke gently to Aleksandr, but there was a seriousness in his voice. Aleksandr said nothing, trying to avoid acknowledgement of his father's words. He walked back around the car and shoved himself inside the backseat. It was a bit cramped, but he had been in far more uncomfortable positions. Father Seraphim shook his head softly and shut the boot.

As Father Seraphim stepped inside the car, he looked at Sylvia, "I think it would be best if we went to your place to pick up some of your necessities before heading to our home," he paused, glancing at Aleksandr who was glaring at him from the backseat, and then shifting his eyes back to Sylvia, "Unfortunately, Aleksy and I are new to the city. Do you know the way to your house from the hospital?" He figured she did, but it was polite to ask. With his hands on the steering wheel, he carefully drove the car from the entry way of the hospital, glancing in the rearview mirror at Aleksandr's grim face. His head shook softly, again, to dismiss his son's sour behavior. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

There was a slight flutter in Aleksandr's heart when Sylvia smirked and began speaking in a mock-British accent. He wasn't expecting her to play along with him. He wasn't particularly in the business for making friends, and he felt a foreign nervousness in him. However, he quickly swallowed the fear when Nurse Gina handed him Sylvia's medication and list. His mind wandered back to Sylvia's smile as Nurse Gina and Sylvia began discussing her bathing restrictions. He was replaying the situation, trying to make understanding of the nervousness.

"If you'd be gracious, good sir. Please lead me to this chariot you mentioned," Gina softly spoke while clasping her hands in her lap.

Aleksandr snapped out of his daze, forcing himself to pick up his personality more. It was an uncomfortable feat, but he really liked the reaction Sylvia had given him, "As you wish, Mademoiselle. Please, do hold on tightly--this may be a bumpy ride," he began swiftly pushing the wheelchair down the corridor in an attempt to get out of the hospital as quickly as possible.

When he got to the exit of the hospital, he paused to catch his breath. A small smile was on his lips when the sliding glass doors opened. He valiantly walked her through the exit towards his father's gray Toyota, stationed on the street near the doors. Seeing Sylvia and Aleksandr, Father Seraphim hopped out of the car to help with getting Sylvia into the Toyota. His expression seemed a bit concerned seeing a smile on Aleksandr's face, but he tried to hide his concern, stroking his beard. He didn't want to seem unhospitable to the poor girl, "I think, it might be best for... Sylv, to sit in the front seat as it is more comfortable than the backseat," his eyes looked directly at Aleksandr--a hidden message communicating between the two.

"Sure," Aleksandr retorted quickly, looking back at his father with false apologetic eyes. Father Seraphim opened the passenger door of the car, seemingly more relaxed. Aleksandr pushed the wheelchair up to the passenger seat, "Alright, you're going to have to help me here. I don't want to hurt you," he held out his hand to Sylvia. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr smiled softly. The nurse actually called him by his real name instead of the pet name his father always used. He looked up in the direction that his father had gone and then back at Sylvia, who was now in the wheelchair. He wanted to ask her what it was like to break a bone. He, personally, had never broken a bone before, fortunately or unfortunately.

He decided to mind his own fucking business and took hold of the wheelchair's handles, "Alright, Mademoiselle. I believe your chariot awaits you outside,” he said slightly sarcastically, but in all, he was trying to be jovial considering the situation. It was an effort on his part. Whether it translated clearly was another issue in itself. He drew in a small breath and started pushing the wheelchair out of the room. Sylvia was lighter than he expected, not that he had expected her to be heavy. The push had just gone farther than he wanted.

He waited for Nurse Gina to hand him Sylvia’s medications and To-Do List. As he waited, he looked around the hospital corridor: the lights were bright, and the air was still stale and dry. His hands squeezed the handles of the wheelchair as he looked back down at Sylvia. She smelled lovely as ever, but her face said otherwise. @Arista

The Dark Side of War (Closed)

Private First Class Esther Rose

"Private First Class Rose, Second Lieutenant Slade reporting. Overlord just announced Tellosian forces are headed to NO-36, reinforcements are led our way. Do you see any signs of hostiles or auxiliaries? Over." Esther was hoping for the actual Lieutenant to respond. A frown furrowed on her face under her mask. She paused and looked for anything else in all the storm. She shifted the vision on the helmet of her suit. Her eyes narrowed, but there was not anything, and through the weather, she could hear nothing of importance.

“Second Lieutenant Slade. This is P’ivate Fuhst Class Wose, The a’ea is clea-uh. Ovuh,” she shifted her position, looking around once more. She felt lost.

The inadequacy of the situation was penetrating her bones nervously. Her eyes narrowed to look beyond the void in front of her. They were out there. She bit her frowning lower lip, and put the communication device away. Her hand grabbed hold of her hammer. She could barely feel it through the gloves of her suit, but her hand was wrapped tightly around the handle. Perhaps, the hammer wasn’t the best weapon to use—but God, she was fuckin’ good with it.

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"Hey, Esther! We have forces incoming, I, uh, figured you'd like to know," Private Webley paused, "You, uh, technically outrank me, but I recommend you head to combat position."

Esther had stiffened her arm, about to swing the hammer at him, so startled by his sudden bombardment into her concentration. She frowned, again. Softening her arm. She put her hammer back into its holder around her waist and let a small frustrated sigh escape her lips. What was the point of even keeping watch when she was missing half the action? She shook her head, trying to shake the inadequate feeling.

It was actually happening. This is what she had been waiting to happen. She was losing hope that any importance would come from her being in the Interum military. Alas, all she really needed was patience, as her father often told her. She opened the door to the bunker and jetted inside of it, positioning herself in combat mode. She really wanted to be in a tank, but the excitement was decent enough, so she couldn’t really complain.

The Dark Side of War (Closed)

Ugh, I am behind. I will try to post tonight.

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Father Seraphim was not about to defend Aleksandr. It appeared his son's behavior hadn't changed since high school; he was still cold towards people. He had received a few comments in concern to Aleksandr's reserved behavior at Sts. Peter and Paul. If it weren't for Aleksandr understanding the Church services to a T, the Church would probably be very unhappy with their new Reader and rightly so. Father Seraphim had already grown tired of begging his son to be a bit friendlier, and in some instances, perhaps he had given up too soon. It was unfortunate that his behavior still transcribed amongst peers his own age, "We're glad to have you, and likewise, if we become a burden, do let us know," he smiled for a bit, wrapping his prayer rope around his wrist and tucking it under his cassock.

Aleksandr said nothing and made no bodily motion that he received her words. He failed to understand why being an introvert was such a crime. He could think of far worse things than being an introvert. If that was her only complaint, then they were going to get along perfectly. He'd stay out of her business, and she would probably stay out of his. As for his father, the nosy one, he could not quite say.

It was beginning to rain, again, and the grayness of the sky was a bit depressing looking outside the window. Father Seraphim quickly spoke up in regards to the conditions of the weather, "I'll go get the car, Aleksy, you stay here with Sylv and Nurse Gina," with that he turned and swiftly walked through the hospital.

Aleksandr watched his father walk down the hospital corridor and make a turn out of sight. He said nothing, as nothing really was to be said. @Arista