wolfbiites
he awkwardly stood in the living - room „ shoulders tense as dark grey eyes scanned the unfamiliar home he had been brought to . he had no idea where he was „ or how he got here „ or if his family was alright ( wherever they are ) . just a couple hours ago „ he was riding his hungarian half - bred through the new hanover heartlands „ looking for a possible job for the gang „ when he had been transported to this place . for the fist couple minutes „ he was freaked out and frantic . everything was unfamiliar to the man „ from the far too advanced technology scattered around the home „ to even the clothes the people around him were wearing . it set him on edge . his guns not having any ammo did not help either „ as he felt vulnerable without them .
john ′ s eyes landed on an object on the coffee table „ crouching down to examine it closer . he regards the small object with a suspicion „ quietly trying to figure out what it was „ and if it ′ s a threat . it was far too advanced for him „ the buttons on it not making any sense to him . he hesitantly pokes it with his index finger „ trying to ″ activate ″ whatever it was . a couple beats of silence go by … and nothing happened . so john picked up the rectangular object up „ the unfamiliar feel of plastic brushing against his hand . ❝ what — what the HELL is t͟h͟i͟s͟ h͟e͟r͟e͟ thing .ᐣ ❞ he craned his neck to look up at the stranger „ his eyes meeting hers „ seemingly searching for an answer .
ShifterTendencies
@wolfbiites Bekah was standing by the cracked door in the living room, listening in on her two friends arguing about how John had even gotten here in the first place and how they were supposed to fix it in the kitchen. They’d left her to keep an eye on John, which annoyed her slightly since she wanted to be in on the plan that would bring the man back home.. but instead, she was stuck as the ‘ babysitter ‘. The brunette rolled her eyes as Benny yelled something about ‘ spells ‘, and that it wasn’t ‘ his fault ‘. She was going to strangle him, but she decided to do that later. Bekah turned to John, as she then shut the door to tune out her friends’ argument. She looked down at the remote John was holding, and had to hold in her laugh since she didn’t want to be rude. “/ That / is a remote. It turns on the TV,” she told the man, walking over to him as she gently took the TV remote from his hands. Bekah pressed down on a button, and the TV turned on after a minute. “See?” She said as she smiled slightly, turning to look at John.
