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Rupert Berk was once known as Jason Reindhart. Wanna know what happened to this loveable were-dino? Stay tuned for more!


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Noura Orlav 05/28/18 Rupert
See you there.
Noura Orlav 05/26/18 Rupert
He only liked Jason.
Just say when and where. Tequila sounds great.
Noura Orlav 05/26/18 Rupert
The picky kind.
I don't know much about cats. I'm not a pet person.
We should get a drink sometime. Misery loves company and all that.
Noura Orlav 05/26/18 "What the..."

Rupert
That's horrible. I'm so sorry.

Rupert
His name was Jason.
I still have his cat.
Noura Orlav 05/26/18 Rupert
Sorry about your wife. It always seems that we never get to really say goodbye to the people that matter most. It's the worst karma in the world.

Rupert
What was her name?
Noura Orlav 05/26/18 She wrinkles her nose as the next message rolls in. That nagging feeling begins to irritate her, and Noura gets up from her chair to find her way to her own room. Her personal nest. All four locks click into action after her before she makes her way to her bed and sits.

Rupert
That sounds relaxing. And potentially messy.
We were close as close as it gets. Our relationship was complicated. The last time we saw each other wasn't exactly great. I wasn't very good to him.
Noura Orlav 05/26/18 Noura was ready to just keep texting into nothingness when the message came through. "F-ck me..." she mutters to herself before reading. This is embarrassing. The number had already been recycled, and now she is texting a complete stranger. A quiet groan escapes her, and she allows her gaze to rove over the message. Only then does she get that nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

Dino Sorry for disturbing you.

She rolls her eyes, letting out a hefty sigh as she glances from left to right. No one is around. Even when they are, they aren't. Noura has made it a point to isolate herself.

Dino
You sound like him. He only ever wanted to help, too. Dino
I'm Noura.
I guess we aren't strangers anymore.
Noura Orlav 05/14/18 She knows he is dead. Noura had read the obituaries. She knows, through and through, that nothing is going to work. And yet, here she is. Sitting in the living room of a Sanctuary that houses a Coven, phone in hand, texting into oblivion.

Dino
I'm still here. I know you're not. Kind of nice to talk to someone.

Dino
Well, we're not really talking. You're not there.
It's fine. Everything is fine.

Dino
It's not fine. It's fvcking ridiculous. I hate it here.
I'm stuck here. I've burnt all my bridges and now I have to lay in the ashes.

Dino
I feel weird, texting no one.
Elouise Warrock 04/26/18 Unknown Number
Fancy seeing your face plastered everywhere, stranger.
I miss you.
Jocelyn Fairchild 02/14/18
Dovima Bastet 01/29/18 *laughs*
"You had fuzz on your pants. Honest."
Jocelyn Fairchild 01/28/18 Train Rider
I think it's very neat! I definitely need to ride on a train. I Googled MTG. It looks interesting. You think I'm pretty? Thank you! That is kind of you to say so. I like your hair.
Sorin Nassir 01/22/18 Sorin would offer the male a shrug. "It is very possible they were being truthful with you. It would not make much sense for them to lie to you." Or would it, the whole concept of lovers was lost on Sorin. He understood the concept of love, but he himself had never been in love. He didn't think.

Unless when he said lover he meant only in the physical aspect. That Sorin did understand however his never complimented his body. Did that mean he had a bad body? Well he supposed the male before him was going to firmly grasp his behind so he would at least know if his buttocks was nice.

Or so he thought but the man stopped just inches from touching his butt. Why had he stopped? Did he need help? Was he hesitating? Be he was so close, Sorin just nonchalantly arched his back ever so slightly. Possibly making his buns make contact with the males hands. "I am sure the pleasure is all mine."
Jocelyn Fairchild 01/22/18 Friendly Male?
My name is Jocelyn. I've read about trains but haven't seen or been on one yet. What's it like? Sorry again for my random message. I'm still learning how to use this thing. What's MTG?
Jocelyn Fairchild 01/22/18 8675309
I'M SO SORRY, I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION AND THOUGHT I WAS MESSAGING MY FRIEND.
Jocelyn Fairchild 01/22/18 8675309
Sorin! I went to the beach! It was so much fun. You need to come with next time.
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Dovima Bastet 01/10/18 *grins*
"It got your attention though, didn't it? Most people don't seem to notice, and if they do, they don't say anything."
Sorin Nassir 01/09/18 Sorin tilted his head to the side slightly, he had never thought of it that way. This conversation was going relatively smoothly which was a surprise in general to him. He didn't exactly consider himself good at human interactions given his up bringing and his purpose for the longest part of his life. "Ah well than I am glad I made it easy to talk by touching your rear. Even if I was technically after your money which I apologize for as well."

"I do not wish to sound rude but if they are your lovers would they not wish to tell you what you want to hear?" He listened to the man talk about his derrière. Was having a good butt an important thing? Sorin was a little taken back as the man actually offered for him to touch his butt again. He examined the males face to see if he was joking but as far as he could to tell the other was serious.

Sorin reached out and grabbed a hold of the man's ass and gave it a firm but gentle squeeze. It was indeed firm and he supposed it did have the right amount of bubble. He pulled his hand away and touched his own rump. "Hm...it is better than mine I think. Again I am no expert in this field perhaps you should compare." He turned slightly towards the male arching his brow. Is this how people befriended others now a days?

"Oh if we are touching each other so familiarly I feel I should tell you my name. I'm Sorin Nassir it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Elouise Warrock 01/09/18 "There's always room for wings and fries. All food is welcome, frankly." It's an almost empty comment, now. Her desire and taste for food has become nonexistent since she was turned. It's only the memories of being human that she can rely upon to fit in. She watches his expression falter, and decides to press further - gently.

"My friend had a cat named Jaegar, as a matter of fact. Snuggly little b*stard. Used to steal all of my Cheetos." She grins, involuntarily leaning in to loop her arm with Jason's. Rupert's. ****. "Sorry, force of habit." She blinks, moving back to a safer distance. 'It's hard to pretend like I don't know you'. The words stand on the tip of her tongue, ready to spill out. But she keeps her lips wired shut, for now.
Sorin Nassir 01/09/18 Sorin expected many different outcomes from being caught attempting to raid this mans pockets. Being accused of coping a feel was not one of them. Therefor he found himself giving the bearded man a confused look before a laugh escaped him.

"I am sorry I did not mean to laugh I just did not expect you to react that way." He licked his lips before glancing back at the males gluteus maximus. "Since I laughed I see it only fit that I give you an answer and I suppose it's not a bad butt. Though I hardly consider myself an expert in this field. So my opinion may not count for much."
Elouise Warrock 01/08/18 Taco Tuesday. She almost stops in her tracks. Is he f*cking with her? She can't tell, now. "Tacos, yeah? Tacos and tequila are a good combo. We used...I used to treat every day like Taco Tuesday." F*ck. It's harder than she realized, having to act as if she doesn't know this man like the back of her hand. Or, whomever he'd once been.

"And Jaegar? How do you feel about Jaegar?" She so desperately wants to reach out and slap him until he snaps out of it, but she can't. Stuck between knowing it wouldn't work, and not knowing if she'd be able to stop herself. For some reason, his blood doesn't send her nostrils flaring with attraction. Whatever is genetically altered in him has somehow muted her tastes.
Elouise Warrock 01/08/18 It's perhaps fitting that neither party is quite the same person any longer. Jason, now 'Rupert', and Elouise; not even truly human anymore. She sucks in a soft, unnecessary breath, a hand idly brushing wild curls back over her shoulder. She looks and acts every part alive - having been turned by a daywalker has afforded her a quite apt camouflage.

"You should know, I'm a tequila girl. And it's absolutely your treat." She can't dwell on the painfulness of shielding her words, of having not immediately pounced on his back and demanded a piggy-back to the bar. Instead, she has to treat this man like a perfect stranger until she can begin to unravel whatever it is happening in his mind. "I'll take a wild guess... You look like you'd be pretty happy with a PBR."
Amari Preston 01/08/18 Amari Kohen's bluish-green hues blinked slightly as she shook her head. She had seen a variety of individuals and had greeted very few. The Cleric wasn't a social person save for business purposes. "Best of luck then and if you require some assistance such as weapons, cash or what passes for currency in this place. Maybe I can assist." She slipped the man a card with her name on it. The card read Cleric Amari Kohen, Security Specialist, 1-800-555-KOHEN. The Cleric left the man to himself and walked off into the night.
Elouise Warrock 01/08/18 "Best friend, actually." She replied quickly. "And husband, but it wasn't..." Wasn't what? "We loved each other. Just not quite..." It's difficult for Elouise to stir up the emotions she'd once felt. The part of her that loved has sunken deep into herself, the trauma of her undeath and the volatility of her hunger and anger leaving her little time to dwell.

"Would you like to get a drink, Rupert?" Despite everything, she's drawn to him, the same way she'd been drawn to Jason. She adores the man, in whatever shape he takes.
Elouise Warrock 01/06/18 Bow lips dip twitch toward a frown as she eyes him up and down, searching for a hint of sarcasm. She didn't find it, nor did she find genuine recognition reflected as they stared at each other. "A cliché response, then... You just looked like somebody I used to know."

And then, she recognizes he does seem off. Not her Jason at all, certainly not in personality. "Hi, Rupert." It's difficult, in such a volatile state, to process her distress. Somehow, for Jason, she keeps it in. "I'm Elouise. Elouise Orlav."
Elouise Warrock 01/05/18 It's not often these days that Elouise Orlav finds herself surprised. Her unlife is someone monotonous in its chaos - the always reckless blonde still wreaking havoc even in undeath.

Again. It's not often she finds herself surprised. Yet, here he is. Her best friend, and conveniently, her husband. Her Jason. Her still-beating heart stirs with some sort of resilient sentiment, as if once recalling the devotion she'd felt for him. Her wild mane of curly hair falls around her shoulders, her tall and wiry frame bundled in layers she didn't need.

"Hey there, handsome." She flashes that mischievous grin of hers as she sidles over. "I figured I'd be seeing you again before long."
Amari Preston 01/05/18 "Welcome to the Realm."
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