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{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

@Alfhedil Like I said in the beginning. I feel like they could have an interesting relationship, regardless of its nature

I'll see about posting again tonight after work.

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@Alfhedil Yes, there will be the inevitable awkward moment of "Wait, are you...?" "Um, yes I am... Should I appologize?"

And, yes, there will definitely would be some Cajun in her accent, considering how much time she spent with Loup Garou, her New Orleans were Alpha. I'd say her Irish would be really mild, since she was little when they moved to America and afterwards she only spent about two years there. But she did learn Gaelic while she was there /which I also do not know, sadly/. And sure there would be differences in French pronounciation, as there are in every language, my own included But still, it would provide Blaine with a leg up on at least being able to pronounce Genevieve's name correctly, which I'm hoping would be a plus *fingers crossed*

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@Alfhedil Weeeeeell... In all honesty, Blaine wasn't coming over to chat her up and hit on her... yet And let's not forget she grew up in New Orleans, not Ireland. Which of course also means she would be proficient in French /which I'm decidedly not / and French pronunciation

But, yeah, we're doing okay and Blaine doesn't plan on making a nuisance of herself After all, wooing takes time Slow and steady wins the game

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@Alfhedil I'm so glad

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@Lionhearted Aw shucks, thanks, I try *blush*

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Blaine Moore

Day 1, late afternoon

The Indo

Interacting with @Alfhedil

Blaine had just polished her Cajun fries and was on her way to finish her hot cocoa when the door of the Indo opened and in walked someone she could stand to observe for longer than a fleeting moment.

Rory, who was currently cleaning up her vacated plate noticed where her focus had shifted and turned to take a peak.

"You really don't go for the guys, huh, Chief?" The young man spoke as if up until know he had harbored some smidgen of hope, however week it might have been. And upon seeing Blaine's reaction to the newcomer even that fragile hope had died.

Blaine returned her gaze to her server and chuckled. "Not if I have any say in it. Not really."

"She's..." Rory paused observing the redhead that had just walked into the pub. "Interesting." He finished.

She was distinctly of Asian descent, surprisingly tall for someone of her heritage. Looking rather nice in her jeans and purple blouse. To Blaine's keen eye she appeared fit and someone who carried themselves with poise and quiet strength. Someone who was comfortable with who they were and didn't concern themselves with what others thought of them. She also appeared strangely displaced, or rather as if she was walking with her own bubble universe around her. And the only reason Blaine recognized the behavior was because she herself often employed it. Even now, sitting at her corner table dining by herself, observing the people from the inside of her own personal bubble. A kindred spirit, perhaps. She wandered while debating whether she should go up to the bar and attempt to socialize for real. Instead of just observe other people socializing.

A nugget of apprehension lodged itself in her stomach, unsettling the freshly deposited there Cajun fries and hot cocoa. Blaine swallowed with effort and shifted her gaze from the woman to the two men sitting at the bar. Then to Harkin who was busy doing his thing, but as soon as he saw his new customer some sort of recognition passed across his face and disappeared as he approached the redhead with a bottle of amber liquid in one hand. Blaine wrestled with the strange disappointment that overcame her. I mean, after all, this was a pub. People usually came in for a drink or two. She didn't mind those. What she disliked was people seeking senseless oblivion at the bottom of a glass. In her opinion it never lasted and once the euphoria of the alcohol wore off, the emotional whiplash was much worse than allowing yourself to fully feel what needed to be felt. But that was just her. She could not judge people for their coping mechanisms.

She realized she'd gotten up and was moving when she was almost at the bar and Harkin had just caught her eye.

"Need a refill, Chief?" He asked and peered into Blaine's blue eyes. A spark of recognition passed between the two of them as it always did whenever the old vamp and the Were Alpha looked at each other with searching eyes. He nodded as if in understanding. Blaine returned the gesture. "One hot cocoa coming right up." He declared and went about to prepare Blaine's beverage. What had transpired between them however had nothing to do with her ordering a refill of her drink. With that one look the two had related to each other the unsettled feeling both supernaturals harbored as of late.

Blaine leaned on the bar while she waited for Harkin to come back with her cocoa, lost in thought, trying to discern what was it that had the supernaturals in Salem so off kilter. So lost was she in her reverie that she didn't realize she was within touching distance with the woman who'd captivated her when she'd entered the pub.

"One hot cocoa as ordered." Announced Harkin placing the mug in front of Blaine pulling her out of her thoughts with a start. She jumped uncharacteristically startled and bumped into the redhead, almost making her spill her drink.

Blaine turned pink with embarrassment, but good manners forced her to look square at the woman and apologize. And once again she was captivated by her appearance full of interesting contradictions.

"I'm terribly sorry!" Blaine said, taking a step back. "This is why I don't sit at the bar." She offered a lopsided grin. "Too clumsy." She dialed down her grin to a small smile. "I hope I didn't manage to spill your drink." She kept here gaze firmly trained on the redhead's eyes even if she was tempted to let it roam over her body. Her eyes were green. No, grey. No, brown...? Hazel. Yes! That incredible eye color that had the ability to shift between different hews depending on various factors. "I'm Blaine Moore." She offered her hand to the stranger. "Again. I'm terribly sorry." She fell silent and awaited for her verdict.

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I mean, Blaine's military too, she'll respect the uniform... Plus, women in uniform Added incentive to keep the dress blues /cuz who would notice white were fur on the dress whites/ prestine

I have the longer shift today, so I'll see if I'll have the brain cells to post after work before our GMs move us along...

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@Alfhedil *Blaine looks sheepishly at the white fur* Um... It wasn't me... Must have been the other snow white werewolf

Side note... Had a white bolognese breed with snow white long straight fur and I currently have a salt/pepper schnauzer, so, yeah... Tottaly know what it's like

But we have all those modern lint removers now, so come on, cut Blaine some slack *puppy eyes*

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@Alfhedil I do, actually Plus Blaine doesn't shed inside, she's house-trained

In Too Deep - A futuristic Lovecraftian experience

I'd like to declare a tentative interest as I too have a couple of active and semi-active RPs and am not sure if I'll have the time. Still I would like to keep an eye on this