"Oye boy, hows it bin?" An ecstatic howl was relayed through a cell phone. The man talking or rather the boy talking was the son of a certain german billionaire. The boy swung from atop a revolving seat located in his father's high-rise condo. A rather ridiculous chap who had a certain flair about him. For one he learned english entirely for the reason of hooking up with American chicks. Despite only needing to know how to say, 'my daddy's rich' he learned the basics of the language.
Surely for such a young and ambitious character he could have had promise - that is if he would ever stop drinking himself into a stupor!
"Yah, I'm in this sweeeeeeet condo staring at the lake right now. Yah, yah Onterio or something like that. I was thinking, you can contact your boys and get something big going? Oh, money is no object my man!" Like so the arrangements were set.
--July 3, 19:28 hrs
Dusk. CJ stared at the buildings ahead of him. Monuments to the industrial age and man's dislocation with nature. These were the pillar's that held up self righteousness, sins and man's hatefull ways. The location of one of the biggest shows of debauchery in a while and the werebeast could not help but smile.
His body was wrapped in an expensive leather jacket - real bull's hide. And a designer pair of jeans. Beyond that a normal T-shirt underneath and scuffed up black sneakers. A lustful grin hung on his dark animalistic features. Just the thought of what could happen tonight got his blood boiling, he revealed in this sensation. He devoted his life to it and could not turn away news of this party. An old drinking body informed him of the swing and CJ grabbed his bike and headed straight for it.
Lake Ontario. One of the five great lakes and a spot dripping in historical signifigants. On one end of the lake shore was expensive lake side high-rises, shops, restaurants and even tiny towns, not to mention beaches. The other was the less impressive shore owned by New york. Yanks. CJ's beastly nose could smell the early release of hermones. His ears tuned into the base-filled and up beat party music. He could see the number of bikini-clad girls hopping about and becoming more intoxicated by the second. He could taste the thrill.
Stowing his bike in a near-by lot he walked into the fray. "Lets party!" He shouted and found howls of agreement.
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Jul 3, 2013 0:24:31 GMT -5
Sylvester gritted his teeth as the irritating sound of vibration echoed repeatedly in his ears. His form rolling over on- When did he fall asleep on the couch? The better question was when and how had he gotten home? The man had spent the better part of the last week drinking,brawling, and living up until today. His head boomed with every vibration of his phone, it was times like these he cursed his heightened senses. Although, within the next twenty minutes with some food, his hangover would be just another long gone and unwanted distant memory. His hand snatched at the phone, his finger gliding across the smooth screen to answer the call. His voice resounding in a deep yet low growl, "Who is it and what do you want me to carve into your headstone for waking me up at this ungodly hour?" although the screen of his phone read,'2:58 P.M.' growled, too early to be up.
The yammering on the other line was one of the few mortals he drank with, a small yet wild Frenchmen who set a pace to be rivaled amongst partying mortals but Sylvester was not mortal and loved a challenge. After a few minutes of nodding his head, he smirked."Alright, thanks. I'm sorry you can't go man.." he was actually slightly disappointed his friend would be missing one supposed hell of a party. Sylvester stretched, as he glanced around the apartment. It was one of many he owned, having ventured into real-estate he owned property. He strolled to the computer, less then ten minutes later he was booked for a flight to Canada.Â
---Hours later---
Sylvester whistled softly to himself as he awaited his duffle bag to appear. A pair of black square frame shades resting on his features, his chocolate hair brushed back as he waited. His hands stuffed in the light colored jeans, some small cuts where white stitching could be seen adorned the pants in some areas. His light grey and white trimmed sneakers carried him forward as he snatched the bag up and turned in a simple smooth motion. The were-bear's torso covered in a white v-neck and light grey plaid button down with white and black lines. His form strolling a few yards as he hummed to himself and stepped outside seeing a cab."Oi!" his tongue quickly wetting his lips before they pursed and let loose a sharp whistle.Â
A car quickly stopped at the noise, with Sylvester slipping into the backseat with a smile. Then next hour passed quickly with Sylvester getting a room at a hotel, dropping off his bags and then "borrowing" Â a motorcycle. It was whimsical, he chuckled as he felt the vehicle rumbling beneath him. The scenery changing as he began to approach the destination, his heightened ears catching the sounds of a party some distance off as well as the smells with the wind coming towards him. Sylvester slowed down as he reached his destination and grinned, the motorocycle guided into the wooded forest. His gaze flickering, had he just seen a bicycle stowed in the woods? He shook his head before hiding the bike and heading towards the party, as he entered he chuckled."Where are all my party animals!?" the male roared with laughter, as he glanced about to a receptive cheer.
CJ grabbed a can of beer. With a light tug of the cap he popped it open with a pa-thizz. Despite all of the noise his keen senses could hear the can's sound. He could hear the feet tapping in beat with the music and the howls of enjoyment despite the early hour. He estimated about 3000 attendents by the sound alone. He smiled and threw back his head, filling his mouth with the alcoholic substance. He could smell humans close. Two females walked up to him and tugged at his arms. Asians and twins, the most beautiful sweet things he could see, especially in the short, tight outfits. Immediately CJ could catch the drift.
--23:15 hrs
CJ moved with the beat of the music. With delicate swaying of the hips and the giration of his companions he felt as if he was in heaven. One behind and one in front. The sensation of their bodies, the heat and the alcohole burning his insides stimulated every fibre of his being. "HOOOO!" He shouted. Perhaps because of the effect of adrenaline he was already beginning to turn if just by his voice. He poored another beer down his throat and tossed it over his shoulder carelessly.
CJ did not even notice the crowd around him - rather he could not care less! Tens and hundreds and some more people gathered around in close proximidy of him and eachother. These were all party people, his party people and for once he did not care one bit. He only took a firmer hold on his dance partners and danced more vigorously. Soft cries could be heard from them, no one else could have heard but his beastly ears caught it. He grabbed another can from a passing teenager and popped it open. Tossing it back and pouring the whole can down his throat in one go he crumpled the can and tossed it back at the teen's protest.
"Hey man!" The kid shouted as if he mattered to CJ. The were did not hesitate reaching out and grabbing the thin guy by th neck. Perhaps it was because he was long drunken but he gave less than a damn than when he was sober. With a simple squeeze or some shaking the kid would die, no doubt about that. Pulling him closer he looked into the child's eyes. Fear. Squeels might have been heard from the girls behind him if only the music wasn't so loud. "Okay man sorry!" The kid cried out as he realised how threatening a drunk werebeast could be. CJ only smiled a devious and deranged smile. For a second he wholly contemplated killing this kid now in front of all these people. However he stopped and let the guy go.
CJ's smile faded. The kid dropped to the floor and began to scurry off as far as possible. CJ's deep brown eyes swivelled in every direction. He could see nearly everyone. Some were standing looking at this crazy guy that was about to fight while others continued to happily dance. A deep sniff brought him the scent. His two girls made a comment, perhaps something stupid like, 'we're leaving'.
He did not allow them the satisfaction before walking away. He was searching, there was something familiar in the air. Something wild and earthly and something that CJ was familiar with. Another werebeast here? "I wonder what we could do?" CJ smiled his sick devilish smile.
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Jul 4, 2013 12:03:44 GMT -5
Sylvester moved through the crowd at a slick saunter, his ears vibrated with the cacophony of sound. Heard beats,voices,music, among miscellaneous noises, he chuckled as his orbs drifted toward a scarlet red bikini clad blonde. The female carried a seductive grin upon her features, as he caught her attention with a wink. The next few minutes passed with sly glances and smiles, his hand holding onto the beer he had just finished. The bottle cold and empty in his hand as he finally strolled forward, his hand releasing the beer onto a table jam-packed with all sorts of party junk. She was maybe a few inches shorter, the male was grinning. She had all the curves in all the right places and was perfectly proportional.
His hands slipping into his pockets, as he approached the female. Some guy had step in front of the were-bear, placing his hand on Sylvester's chest and pushing him away with a muttered."Excuse me." his orbs snapped into deep onyx pools, a rumbling growl echoing from his chest. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath and listened for a few seconds. It wasn't long before he could tell from her less then interested responses she didn't care about anything the idiot before her had to say. He chuckled and looked about, a beer rested within arm's reach. He hummed silently to himself as he snatched it up twisting the cap off with ease, as he poured the contents on the floor right behind the male. Sylvester whistled as use eased himself forward and placed a hand on the other male's chest before pushing him back a step."Excuse me." he muttered as he listened to what he knew would happen next, the man had step into the puddle.
The liquid throwing him off balance before the male slipped,"Timber." he chuckled the man dropping to the ground in a splash and loud grunt, a string of curses escaping the male. He turned looking at him,"Now that was very rude, especially in the presence of a lady." gesturing to the lovely female behind him,"Now apologize and then be on your way."As the man began to get up, Sylvester allowed his inner beast to glare out at the man. His orbs swallowed into an onyx color as his fangs seemed to lengthen, a deep rumbling growl that could be mistaken for bass beneath the music. It was after this odd display and a slow shaking of his head and odd features and the male vanished terrified and shoving through the crowd.
Sylvester turned back hisface completely back to normal, a few minutes of conversation and the pair were dancing. Whispering to one another, gyrating and holding one another laughing. He smirked, as he managed to get a kiss from the surprisingly sober female."Body Shots!" the were-bear roared, as he noticed the laugh escasping as they ended up outside. Sylvester shirtless with his shirts tucked into his belt, and leaning over the laughing women as he finished stood and chuckled. As another pair proceeded in the shot, a small group of them bunched together on a large table. His nostrils flared, as he looked about, some wild scent, forest, it reminded him of bacon, yet more dangerous, could another were-beast be here?
CJ shoved through the crowd. Guided by his sense of smell and instincts he did not hesitate. Usually the werebeast did not look for trouble. However his gumption was utterly screwed at the moment and he was thinking in every direction but straight ahead. Needless to say; he was drunk and acting differently. The were stared determinately into the crowd. Somewhere out there was a fellow beast and CJ knew he would have a bang up good time with them.
His breathing did not slow at the least. His adrenaline was pumping and he knew that he could turn any second with the smallest warning. Usually he tried his hardest to avoid unnecessary changing and the by-product of death because of how much of a pain in the ass it was. Now he could actually take the consequences. His sharp brown eyes looked down at the crowd below him. At the moment CJ was standing on the terrace of a second floor resident just above the party. He did not actually know how he got up there. He remembered stairs and screams but he was unsure. Either way he was there and looking down.
CJ's nostrials flaired rapidly and he tried to take the scent in. He was in the right area and had to track down the beast. His gaze caught a certain guy. Staring off at some random human this guy was remarkably interesting. CJ just sensed that the other guy was human, just by his annoyingly frail mannerisms. First of all even CJ could feel the extent of the stare. His sixth sense was not actually activated but he did manage to aggitate it a little. Moreover, the human actually ran in terror of the guy. This made him a prime suspect. However CJ did not act on the hunch, instead his gaze was caught by something in the distance.
--a boat?! HONK the ship cried out shaking the air. He knew that below they were doing body shots but now - he was not so sure. Surely even the most oblivious of the kids would realise the ship. Huge, like extremely huge the boat seemed like a ferry that could hold hundreds. Music boomed from the lake as the boat pulled in.
This was a ferry dubbed 'the spirit of Ontario I' - no a copy. The original boat was sold in 2007 to a german ferry service to operate in europe. Originally meant to carry passengers onto the lake between Toronto and Rochester, however the buisness was unprofitable thus prompting it being sold. Roughly 87 meters long the ship was a giant and CJ knew it would house one hell of a party. Undoubtably the party thrower had deep connections in the transport industry to be able to copy and use a structure that might have costed millions. CJ did not care as he was prepared to jump down from his spot and race toward that boat! "ROOOOA!!" He roared over the thunderous music.
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Jul 8, 2013 14:30:53 GMT -5
Sylvester chuckled softly as he took a step back, the slight buzz was enough already. His senses told him the werebeast was around, although his sense of danger was not reacting he felt best to stay alert. His gaze flickered about, where was the other? It was then he heard screams, his heightened hearing catching the pounding of steps. His eyes closed as he focused his attention on the sounds, voices no longer screaming, they were drowned out by the music as they whispered to one another. He gritted his teeth, unfortunately the festivities were becoming slightly dangerous for the mortals. His gaze flickered about, the stomping steps suggested somewhere upstairs.
He felt a cool hand rest against his shoulder, sing-song laughter resounating in his ear. As he cast a devilish smirk over his shoulder, he had gotten the females name it was Elizabeth and she was stunning but slowly working her way into drunkenness. She was still attractive but the lack of awareness and attention and the fact that a possibly drunk and dangerous were beast was around was taking his attention. As he readied to make his move, the blaring sound of a horn knifed through the air. His gaze turned as a boat arrived, most likely to take the party goers to sea to party throughout the world. His gaze wandered over the boat, it was vastly larger then one would suspect of a common party boat more suited to a ferrying others across rivers and lakes.
Sylvester was accustomed to such boats, having taken quite a few on his travels. Although, this one had been converted to a massive party. The evening was going well besides having to find the other of his kind. His orbs flickered upwards as a thunderous roar echoed over the music of the party. His gaze locked over a figure, orbs looking him over catching a wild glint within his eyes. The man seemed as if he was just about on the verge of the shift, in front of all these people. His gaze flickered about most were distracted by the boat, some had noticed the roaring man. He need to move now, his form bursting forward as he leapt atop a table. Although, his specifies of were-beast were not known for their agility, Sylvester was far more agile then any human. His eyes noting the tension in the other's legs as he prepared to jump.
His form leaping upwards from the table top, his form gripping the railing from the top of the terrace as he hauled himself over with one hand and swiftly dove intending to tackle the other male into the room away from public view. The onyx gaze of his inner beast burning on the surface instead of his normally hazel gaze, a snarl escaping him as he moved through the air, hoping the drunken were beast and surprise would be on his side.
- precisely while he was preparing to simply charge for the shore then the water and eventually the bright red ship he heard a loud 'thunk'. As if a heavy object was thrown into a table or something. Fuzzy thoughts and vague memories hinted to the hammered were that down below him would be a table. Holding drinks, snacks and random thing of that nature and such a table would be what created that sound. A nonchalant glance downward gave CJ the startling sight of another person leaping up. Despite his alcohole numbed state [sixth sense] seemed to activate, shocking CJ into an alert stance.
He knew he was facing a were. Who else would attempt jumping a storey? Not a human - unless they were a some sort of psycho stuntman. But this was Toronto and that didn't happen often. CJ found him finally up and attempting to throw himself at the six foot were. His instincts egged him on to evade or even to try and attack before he got there. Still CJ's body did not move, maybe because he sensed no life threatening situation and was curious about what would happen next and he was still a bit fuzzy? What happened next was the guy tackled him. Jumped onto the terrace, leapt into the air and tackled CJ. The dark skinned were toppled to the floor into the bedroom through and open door.
A small grunt escaped him as he hit the floor but was only so injured. He was about to change. He wanted to. His canines were already elongating and twisting into tusks and the hair on his back bagan to flurish. Still he took a breath and examined the being who struck him. White, brown hair, moderate height and weight, and black beastly eyes. Obviously this man was the were. More than that CJ had never scene him before tonight. CJ knew the local tribes and other were descended people, but not him. That was his first tip that this were was foreign. However CJ could not wrap his head around why a were would make a trip between nations and the thought of only coming for a party seemed too sweet.
"Dude, its cool to be drunk but don't be drunk and violent." CJ casually told the were without fear. CJ's brown eyes whirled around and gave him the hazey image of two bodies laying on the bed soaked in blood. The hypocrisy set in, ". . . Oh yeah."
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Jul 11, 2013 16:57:02 GMT -5
Sylvester rolled to the side, as his form now rested on his back taking deep breaths. The swift motion and action he had just done had officially killed his buzz to say the least. His muscles tense, his inner beast pacing just below the surface at this new found were. Sylvester had met were beasts before but not always in the friendliest setting, his form rising to rest on his elbows as he looked the other over. The males caninines had elongated and twisted upturning into vicious looking tusks,as well as hair spreading over his shoulders. On the verge of the change as this male was, Sylvester could identify the scent completely, a Boar. As the other spoke to him, Sylvester raised a brow and glared down at him."You're one to talk." his form rising quickly as he leaned against the door frame to the terrace and glanced out.
No one had noticed them, they were piling onto the boat and had failed to notice the druken were about to leap from the terrace with disfigured features and a drunken buzz. Also failing to notice the male that had leapt up and rammed into him both vanishing into the room. Sylvester rolled his shoulders,as he sighed before taking a deep breath turning around the first thing the hit him was the scent of blood. His orbs snapped open to the bodies on the bed drenched in it, his first thought was the were before him. His gaze dropping to the half turned were with a growl. His obsidian gaze slowly scanning him, there wasn't any blood on him as far as he could tell. He turned and closed the door leading from the room to the terrace. He noticed the other had seen the bodies as well,"I need you to get up, go to the bathroom, splash some water on your face and turn full human again."
The calm words escaped the storming mind as he looked down at the were and held a hand out to the male to help him up."My name is Sylvester, Sylvester Lasmer but you can call me Sly." the deep obsidian stare never wavered, for right now this was the only other person that had seen the bodies and would be of any use. Some killer was on the loose and he needed to be stopped.
Post by CJ Warhawl on Jul 11, 2013 17:44:20 GMT -5
CJ's brow squirmed on his forhead creating deep creases. Did he kill them? It was obvious that CJ was the murder right? It would not be the first time he killed and damn, he doubted it would be the last. He was drunk and half turned due to high adrenaline levels. However the guy did not have any memory of it. In theory killing would be a traumatic event and forgetting doing it would be a hard thing to do. Moreover he was clean there wasn't a drop of blood on him. His machete he walked around with was not even on him right now. What the hell happened in the last half hour!?
"Dammit," he said as he slid himself to a sitting position and was brought up by a hand. This lasmer guy was no doubt a were, lifting up someone the size of CJ without effort was an inhuman task. "I don't need it." He replied as his orders were given. CJ was a wildchild, and no one gave him orders. Anyone short of a god would recieve treatment befitting of CJ's mood. The sheer fact that he cammanded him to go and wash up held the were in place. His buzz was killed and these few still moments was enough to lower his adrenaline. He had little control over his beastly power, or rather he was never interested in control, but he could change and come out of it without trouble when he really tried.
He took a few heavy breaths as he could feel his blood cooling and his heart rate slowing. CJ could feel his tusks recede and the hair falling off of his back in tassels. His gaze was caught on the bodies on the bed.
"Say . . . Sly was it? What do you make of this?" He spoke while walking towards the bed. His beastly senses caught a few things. He could smell the blood, heavy in the area, but no rot. He thought he saw slash marks. Across the neck, arms and face. Mostly upper body marks. His neck crooked for a moment as he stared deeper. Puncture wounds? Covered in the heavy bloodshed were slight wounds like fang marks. His head hurt aleady, the hammering beat of the music synchronized with the thick pounding of the bloodvessels in his brain. No dount his body was already suffering from the alcohole. "Damn."
Only one remedy really: more alcohole!
"Well it looks like the party moved to the sea. I think its about time I jump on that boat before they are over-over compacity." While the boat was extremely massive it could only fit an odd seven hundred passengers however it seemed like they were already beyond the thousand mark. Right now the murder would have to be shelved. Everything tended to take a back seat to CJ's good time and naturally he would be heading for the party.
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Jul 20, 2013 17:05:24 GMT -5
As he watched the other slowly take a few calming breaths and returned to a human state. Sylvester turned and glanced at the murder scene, gory and savage. His nostrils flaring as he took in the scent, no rot and fresh. The blood was only slowly beginning to dry and cool now, the murder was recent done by some supernatural creature. A vampire? A savage one? A were? He growled softly, as he paced for a few minutes before the bed and glance seeing as the other was doing his own investigation noticing the same pair of puncture marks on the neck which would lead one towards the vampire theory. Sylvester completely ignored the rude behavior but did notice the other was completely befuddled by the murder.
He turned and looked towards the the other male, a brow raised as he spoke of the party."Yes, because I'm going to hop on that ship get wasted for whatever supernatural creature did this..."he gestured with a wave of his hand towards the the dead bodies,"To get me when I'm drunk and having a good time." he watched as the other Were seemed to be set on heading towards the Party." We need to find it, or else someone will discover the bodies. The party will be shut down, police, and hysterical people.. The entire evening will be ruined." his arms folding over his chest as he looked at him."So what're you gonna do, be helpful or wait until the party is crashed by the cops because you didn't want to find a murderer that could come after any of us."
Post by CJ Warhawl on Jul 22, 2013 11:50:02 GMT -5
Wow. CJ could not believe what he was hearing. Guilt? Was he trying to use guilt and common sense against CJ? It was not the first time he met a party pooping were but c'mon this guy was mean.
A bored expression came over the large dark skinned were. He stared at this guy waiting for him to say something like: "I'm kidding man, c'mon!" Yea that did not happen. So that was how CJ would spend his night, hunting down some murderous. . . Thing? He had to figure something out now. His brown eyes focused on the bodies with intent. He smiled.
"Those two, were about to do something dirty." He said idly with a smile. Her shirt was off exposing two torn up breasts and his pants were unzipped, judging the the casual attire that wasn't cast onto the floor near the bed, they came from the party. "Seems reasonable to you were-detective? Two idiots running into a room to get their freak on and ended up dead?" He mocked. Needless to say the dead people did not sour his mood completely. "Say if it attacked these guys at the party, you think its still at the party?"
And that was his case. He fired back with reason, and pretty good reason for a drunk. Now it was obvious that they just had to go over to the party - to stop this monster or something. "So yeah, you can figure out what attacked them on the way, I think they are giving out tequilas." He added before heading back out.
Post by Sylvester "Sly" Lasmer on Aug 2, 2013 19:10:18 GMT -5
Sylvester smirked as he listened to the other were, and smiled nodding his head. He chuckled and glanced out towards the boat,"Alright, come on then. It should be somewhere on that boat if it's following people and that boats about to take off, I think we can get some shots while we're at it as well." he chuckled shaking his head as he slipped to the door and opened it the music had silenced within the home as people were drifting out to the boat."Come on!" he called back into the room, the bodies there was nothing he could do about it at the moment but find the killer and then that luscious female from earlier to do some naughty things of his own. He chuckled as he drifted down the steps, what wild creature would tear the frisky couple up for at the moment no reason besides feeding or a sick enjoyment.
Sylvester reached the back of the house and saw the dock, he wasn't paying attention for the other Were but simply called out."Keep up!" the small back rising upwards from the dock to cut off entrance to others. Sylvester raced forward, long and quick strides carried him away from the house and bodies through the back yard and onto the dock. As he reached the edge of the dock, he felt the muscles within his legs building as the back continued to rise. He leapt from the dock smirking to himself, his legs rose to chest level as he seemed to glide through the air before his feet planted on the slim edge top edge of the rising back piece. He continued with his momentum of his jump and the angle of his perch, as he rolled down the length of the back and rolled into a complete crouch before standing.
He chuckled and brushed his shoulders off of imaginary dust rather proud with his display of athleticism. He raised a brow at the mortals that looked at him,"Lets drink!" he roared chuckling to himself as he was met with a cheer as response, he turned and smiled looking about for the other Were.
Post by CJ Warhawl on Aug 25, 2013 15:46:56 GMT -5
Yes! CJ was unrestrained now and could happily join in on the festivities. He really did not want to sour the mood by beating up another Were but somewhere in his heart he was worried that it might come to it if he stood in CJ's way. Nothing, not even people dying are allowed to get in this party animal's way. That brutish animalistic fact stuck in his head all the way down stairs and across the beach. A little calmer now he could withstand the wasted time with stairs for the sake of keeing a low profile. After all there may be a killer on the loose, he didn't want to cut the party short by dying.
CJ ran to the dock at his fastest speed. A funny thing about a boar is where they lack in agility they make up for in thrust power. With ferocious strides he managed to make it before the entrance plateform could go up. Not slowing down at all he rushed through and onto the boat. However he did accidently toss a few people to the side where they fell into the water. At their complaints the Were turned around and smiled to the soaked teens.
"Hey you'll thank me later!" He replied with his beastly smile.
It was true, not just because someone might murder them but usually people make bad decisions at these things. Hell he was making a bad decision by sticking with this other Where and looking for a killer. Speaking of which where was that Were? CJ shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a champaign glass filled with some unfamiliar liquid. Without second thought he poured it down his through and began to dance.
