{PRIVATE} The Lycan Universe roleplay

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Okay, Lycans are an original idea of Dragon's, so, yeah. All info on Character Sheet!

Tristan sighed heavily as he wheeled himself inside of the local bar...the one where all this crap began. Muttering several curse words under his breath, he made his way to the table, pulling out some money and tossing it onto the table before unhooking the latch on his guitar case (which was held on with bubblegum) and quietly slipped the instrument out before tuning and swiftly beginning to play. He looked up with a start as he noticed a stout waiter looking at him curiously. What do you want? I'm not poisonous...Ugh, just get me a six pack of Budweiser, he snarled, dropping his gaze back to the guitar before shaking himself off, straightening his leather jacket and Beatles tee with the single motion.

My agency. I work for a subdivision of the local hospital who goes around to make sure that those with recorded health difficulties are doing well. Not quite a lie.

Tristan sighed, raising a brow once more at her look before he retrieved for himself another beer. By the way, who sent you here? he added casually as he made his way back to the sunny spot which he loved.

Tristan shrugged at this, smiling weakly as he made a mental note about the name. Um...sorta,' it depends on my mood, he answered quietly to her question as he folded his arms and awaited her next move as if they were in a non-deadly game of cat and mouse.

You can call me Cari, she smiled, tilting her head. Tristan, then. That's a nice name -- better'n' mine, at any rate. Do you drink much?

Tristan frowned, raising a brow at her before nodding. Yeah.... Um...call me Tristan, I don't go by anything formal, he said as he looked forlornly at his now empty bottle of beer. After a few moments, however, he looked back up at her and smiled weakly. Nice to meet you, by the way...um...Cariana, right?

Cari noted that he drank... probably excessively.. before sipping her soda and smiling vaguely. My name is Cariana de Onn. You must be Mr.... Wilson?

Tristan smiled weakly, raising a brow at her before he sighed heavily, making his way to the kitchen before returning with a can of soda and a bottle of beer. He handed off the soda to the woman then chugged the beer for himself before finally speaking once more. So...um...who exactly are you? You know...your name and everything?

Tristan smiled weakly once more, raising a brow at her before he made his way over to the spot where the sun hit the ground. Sorry, guess this isn't exactly your version of small, but it's my version, not much room to get around in here if you know what I mean, he said with a wink as he quietly folded his arms, nodding at her to drop her things off and sit down in the armchair adjacent from him.

Tristan frowned, raising a brow at this comment. Thanks.... Guess you can come in if you want, it's sort'a small, but it's not excessively tiny, he said with a wink as he backed up, leaving her room to enter as he quietly looked her over, some sort of spark which he had not felt in years igniting within his heart.

I'm not a coroner or undertaker or even a hospice worker, sir, I'm just here to make sure that you're all right. Cari's sharp eyes softened somewhat and she smiled thinly, actually having a bit of emotion at least. You hear me?

Tristan frowned as he looked up, sighing heavily and watching as the breath of his sigh clouded the insides of the clear blue breathing mask he wore. He wheeled up to t5he door, frowning still as he noticed a woman standing there. What do you want? If you're one of those fricking funeral people, then you might as well leave. I'm not dying and I'm not dead, I'll be sure to call you when I am, he said hoarsely, his robotic right arm resting upon the armrest as its fingers tapped habitually on the surface.

Tristan smiled and nodded quietly as he silently nodded to her, finally making his way back to his room and pulling out his guitar once more, returning again to his insistent guitar playing.

[gold]Um...Wanna' skip to the FUTURE?

All-OCC posts are allowed, just not an excess.[/gold]

Tristan sighed, raising a brow as he looked at her before he silently shook his head, making his way back to the door. Look...I'm fine, okay? You just go enjoy yourself, there'll be plenty of time to talk, okay? he muttered quietly as he raised a brow at her encouragingly.

Tristan frowned once more, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing. Sorry...sorry... Look, I'm still a bit off-kilter with a few recent happenings, so...don't mind me, okay? JUst enjoy yourself...got it? he said with a weak attempt at a smile.

Tristan immediately snapped back into the present, looking at her in confusion. No, I;m fine. You're fine. WE'RE ALL FREAKING FINE! he roared, looking at her before wincing slightly at his sudden mood swing. Stupid emotions...stupid testosterone.... Sorry...I just got a little off-whack there.... No, you can stay if you want....

Nothing. I'm sorry for bothering you... if you'd like, I could just... sorta.... Robyn bit her lip and looked away. I'd rather leave than makee you uncomfortable, Tristan. I'm sorry if I freaked you out a bit.