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@Alfhedil Yay, mission accomplished

And it's okay, I myself woke up feeling like I'm comming down with a cold, so now I gotta start dringing a ton of tea and eating liquid food to excess

@Lionhearted Since Blaine is not the overly socializing type you snooze, you lose But you can totally try to squeeze Harking for info

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Blaine Moore

Day 1, late afternoon

The Indo

Interacting with @Alfhedil

Blaine waited frozen in time and space almost for the woman to react and when she finally did she couldn't help but grin internally as if it was some sort of victory. She stared gratefully at the hazel eyes that were looking back at her. For a moment Blaine thought she saw something akin to recognition there, but she was positive she didn't know this woman. That, of course, didn't mean the woman didn't know who Blaine was. Interesting. If the redhead did know Blaine she didn't let on. Instead she grasped Blaine's hand and the two of them briefly shook hands.

And then she said her name and Blaine was momentarily transported back in time to when she lived with her aunt in New Orleans and spent her free time with Loup Garou learning to control her shifting and her were powers. As the years progressed her Irish accent gradually became more mild and Blaine started taking on the Cajun inflection of Loup Garou and most of his pack. She even learned to speak French fluently. Well, French Creole really. And right now she imagined her accent confused most people as it still retained her native Irish lilt, mixed in with the Cajun she adopted during her years in New Orleans.

Genevieve Alleron. Blaine repeated the name in her head. She also noticed Genevieve took great care to pronounce her first name with the correct French pronunciation. Well, I can understand how annoying it can be to have your name mispronounced. She thought. A small smile formed on her lips. I definitely won't be one of those people! And again there was that teeny-tiny sensation of victory. As silly as it was. And why was it so important all of a sudden to make a good impression on this stranger. Blaine didn't know. Whatever the reason she would finish this apology and leave the woman alone and not make a nuisance of herself. If having a drink alone at the bar wasn't a strong indication she didn't want company, what was?

"Genevieve..." Blaine took care to correctly pronounce the name subconsciously allowing the Cajun inflection to take precedence in her accent. "Nice to meet you. And I'm really glad I didn't manage to spill your drink." Another small smile graced her lips. This one almost bashful. "I'm also glad to see I'm not the only French speaker in Salem." Blaine stepped back. "But I've took enough of your time." She placed her right hand over her heart. "I will take my leave now and won't bother you anymore. Please, enjoy your evening." She made another step back. "It was really nice meeting you. Good evening." Her last words were spoken in French with her distinct Creole accent.

Blaine turned around and started for the door. "Thanks for the cocoa, Hark." She directed at the owner of the pub.

"Any time, Chief." Harkin shot back.

Blaine exited the pub with a grin on her face. She couldn't explain why she felt so exhilarated. Was it meeting this woman? Was this why she suddenly didn't feel the oppressive feeling from this morning pushing down on her neck constantly. Was the prospect of finding someone she might have something in common this appealing to her? It's not like she didn't have that. She had friends. A very few, true, but still. And besides, she wasn't a kid anymore. The prospect of possibly, maybe, making a new friend shouldn't have her be this goofy. And yet, here she was, sitting on her bike, keys in one hand, grinning like an idiot.

"Just go home, already." She ordered herself under her breath.

Now I'm really gonna need that run. She thought starting up the engine and shifting into gear.

{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*

{Casual - High Casual} Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

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*