WHAT HAPPENS HERE [dubh]

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[atrb=colspan,2][atrb=style,border-right: 3px solid #555555; padding-top: 22px;] qu'elle est dans le bras gauche Here I Am Feeling Lost, Now & Then
[atrb=colspan,2] Beck let out a long yawn. It was the night after the party, and he'd had no luck find a weapon. The night had been a complete and utter waste of time, and Beck had been nervous the whole night. The thing had nearly given Beck a heart attack, to be honest. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't be in his dorm, not with the night he'd had last night. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't go on with another day at this place. Not that it was any worse than his grade school, at least. He pulled on a jacket and started to make his way to the city, outdoors. But, suddenly he was stopped by Spirit. He spoke to him for a second, handing over a small bottle, much like the one he'd taken last night. He told Beck that it was from Shinigami, and it was necessary for him to drink it. He quickly took a sip, and then gulped the rest of it, to get it down quickly. But... it tasted... different than the night before. Last night, all he'd gotten was someone's rotten snot. Tonight, it tasted sweet, like cinnamon. Spirit walked away without a word, and Beck shrugged. Though, his skin started itching in that same spot after he'd drunk the... whatever it was. He strolled outside, and made his way to the town square. For whatever reason, he itched for a location... a place he couldn't put his finger on. His feet seemed to be moving themselves, towards... the forest. His entire body shook with fear, but he couldn't stop moving. What... had been given to him? credit `` columba of on the edge	[atrb=width,25px]

[K I D !]

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[JAYDEN]

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[atrb=colspan,2] Beck's legs finally stopped moving. He found himself in the middle of the forest, inches away from another person. He could hear some sort rustling, as if someone was unwrapping some kind of food. Beck didn't care for that much, so he sat down underneath a tree. He started to sweat, so he removed his jacket, horrified at what he saw. He took a look at his arm, which was irritatingly itchy, and nearly fainted. Blonde fur, the color of Beck's on hair, was starting to sprout from the wound. Sure, if it had only been a few hairs, it wouldn't be cause for alarm, but it was literally covered. His mouth started aching, and his hands moved quickly to them, again shocked by what he felt. His teeth were all as sharp as razor blades, as if each and every one of them had turned into wolf's teeth. He let his whole body sink to the ground, as his mouth ached, and his arms itched. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Was he hallucinating? He heard small grinding sounds, as if his bones were sliding together, slowly changing shape. He couldn't help it; he started screaming. It was long, and loud, as his entire body shook with pain. Had it been the strange drink given to him by Spirit? No... why would Shinigami give him something like this? What was going on? Was this what Shinigami had known about since he first saw Beck in the hospital? Beck's eyes flashed to a single moment. He saw Emily's body, floating in the lake. A single growl, and a flash of fur, as the wolf's teeth sank into his arm. He had one moment to make a final thought. He was a werewolf.. Everything turned black, and Beck's pained body fell limp. credit `` columba of on the edge	[atrb=width,25px]

[DUBH !]

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[atrb=colspan,2] His eyes flashed open, and he saw no color. Everything was in pure black and white, and he had no idea what was going on. He felt as if something was different... but he still felt the same. He had the same memories, the same emotions. So what was different? He looked down, to see his body covered in fur... a light color as far as he could tell. His hands wer paws, with curved claws at the end. He was small, the size of a large puppy dog. He felt a pat on his back, and his head whipped around. There was some boy, who seemed much older than himself, patting him. Though Beck seemed to be in a wolf's body, he still somehow retained the same memories. That's when he remembered how terrified he was of being around people, especially those he didn't know. He moved back, scooting until he was into the tree. He couldn't exactly speak.... but he tried to. "S-stop.... p-p-please stay away." But the only sound that came out was a high-pitched whimpering. He had that puppy-dog look in his eyes, about to cry from fear... of everything. He was afraid of the drink Shinigami had given him. He feared what happened to him. He feared the lake. He feared the forest. He feared this boy here. He didn't seem... exactly wanting to hurt Beck, but it was natural for Beck to be terrified. He'd heard stories about werewolves, who went crazy and killed everyone they knew. Why... why wasn't this happening to him? Had it been that drink from Shinigami.... yes, that must have been it. He didn't know why one drink had tasted different from the other, but he decided not to question it. He already had enough to worry about. He took another look at the boy, who smelled like a weapon. "How do I know what he smells like?" After his original panic had worn off, he realized that he could smell everything around him. He could smell the empty food wrappers, the trees, the squirrels. As soon as he smelled the squirrels, his entire body ached for food. He wanted to eat... something. He instantly thought of the boy, but then felt bad. He couldn't approach someone, much less eat them. He felt strange again, having the urge to eat something. If he still had his memories, and emotions, why did he feel like this? Maybe it was something you couldn't prevent. That aside, he was desperate. That's when he remembered that the kid had been eating. He could still smell the hamburger on him, and though his mind protested, he felt his limbs slowly creeping towards the boy. He stopped, sat down and looked up, hoping that he got the message. He didn't exactly realize how terrified he was, as the hunger was becoming overpowering. So he sat, hoping that this kid still had some food on him, Hoping that he realized what Beck wanted. credit `` columba of on the edge	[atrb=width,25px]

[DUBH !]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); background-color: #B9B4B7; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] ( A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME ) ( this captain goes down with the ship, all hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip. i shout the orders, "shoot to kill!" i'm dressed to thrill, i'm dressed to thrill. and all my enemies, i want their eyes to see their captain walk the plank, destroy them, rank by rank ) The moment his hand came into contact with the wolf's body, the head snapped around to stare at the hand that made contact with its body. He didn't seem to like the contact that Dubh gave and actually gave out a pathetic whimper at the close range of the two. It shrank back from Dubh with a look that looked like terror. Surely White wasn't that scary, right? He may have a pretty nasty scar on his face and his hair is white, but he always wore a smile. People don't get scared of people that smile unless its one of those sadistic smiles and he was pretty sure he wasn't wearing one right now. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." Dubh says in a soothing voice, or as soothing as he could make it. He didn't have any plans of hurting Beck, and actually was too fascinated to actually worry about himself. He's always had a habit of facing danger without a single thought towards his safety. You could call him brave or stupid it really didn't matter to him. Crouching down with his chin resting in his hands that are balanced on his knees, Dubh looks at Beck with a thoughtful look. Now how on earth could a werewolf live in Death City without being noticed by any of the teachers and Shinigami-sama or did they already know? He would like to think that the people that run this city aren't complete idiots and ignorant to things that go on inside here. During his thoughts Dubh quickly notices Beck's movements towards him in a slow manner. Cautiously, but still towards the person that the creature took shelter from. Tilting his head to the side he peers down at the wolf to see it sit down and look up at the human weapon with an expression that Dubh couldn't decipher quickly. Trying to figure out what Beck wanted, he suddenly realizes that he may smell all the food that he had with him. Resting his cheek in only one hand, he gives an amused look towards Beck. "My, you don't have much pride if you're asking for food instead of hunting for it." Dubh muses outloud and then gives out a laugh. "Or you're just too kind hearted. Which I like, so I'll give you something." He says as he rummages around in his bag to find something that he could give to the werekid. Taking out the last hamburger that has, the human weapon starts to unwrap it as he settles himself down on the ground in a comfortable fashion. Placing the wrapper on the ground, he starts to tear the hamburger apart so that Beck doesn't choke on it. The kid may have the mind of a thirteen year old, but with a pup's body that wants to eat. Dubh had a feeling that he might start scarfing the food down and choke in the process if he keeps it in one piece. "Bon appatit~ Try not to choke it down." TAGS :: BECK LYRICS :: rum is for drinking, not for burning by senses fail. NOTES :: U:

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[atrb=colspan,2] Beck considered saying something... or growling something, rather, when the boy said something about him being to terrified and weak to hunt. True, he was joking, but it was true. But, he didn't have any idea what to do anyway... seeing as he just found out about this the same time the kid did. He decided not to say anything though, as he was much too hungry for the kid not to give him the food. He slowly inched forward, and sniffed nervously at the hamburger. He started to nibble the hamburger, but then realized how completely starving he was. He started taking it down in huge chunks, stuffing as much a she could into his mouth before swallowing, and barely managing to get it down. He scarfed the rest of it down, and felt satisfied. He yawned for a moment, then decided to lay down, completely falling prey to what his body wanted, hardly remembering the boy was there. That's when he realized what was going on. He stopped, and completely stood up, and started shaking. He was a wolf. Why hadn't he freaked out in the least bit before? What was going on?! He looked around frantically, hoping Shinigami, or Spirit or some teacher knew he was here. He didn't know what was going on, and he was utterly freaking out. "What's going on? What's wrong with me?" He started remembering how painful actually becoming this thing was. Would the same thing happen again when he needed to change back? And who was this kid... why was he in the woods at midnight? It was almost daybreak by now, and this kid hadn't gotten any sleep. What the hell was he doing, caring about how this kid wasn't sleeping?! He had bigger problems to worry about! How was he going to get through school tomorrow... or ever? Everyone will probably know by tomorrow morning! He'd be known as the creepy wolf kid, before he even got to meet anyone. He lay down again, not caring anymore. He felt a tear drip down his fur, as he lay his head down on his front paws. He didn't even care anymore. Beck knew that his future was set in stone now. He closed his eyes, but not without getting a final glimpse at the moon, as it started to slowly descend from the top of the sky. credit `` columba of on the edge	[atrb=width,25px]