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Born: August 13, 2019 Forum Topics Started: 1
Race: Werewolf Forum Posts / Replies: 5
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Home City: New York Mail Sent: 4
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09/15/19 at 7:34 pm
Current Mood: Cheerful  Cheerful 
Beatrice is mute and this severely impedes communication while making her skittish around new people. While you won't know this until interacting with her, please take that into consideration before said interactions.

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New YorkNothing but time on our hands.
Created by Vince Caruso
New YorkOnly the Beginning.
Created by Beatrice Abbot
Nikolai Volkov 09/09/19 It hadn't yet occurred to Nik to think anything of the fact that the young woman hadn't spoken yet, until she'd taken her phone out and done some lightning fast typing on a text to speech app. The only response to Beatrice's unusual way of communicating was a very slight brow raise as Nik came to the quick conclusion that she must be mute.

Taking the new information in stride, he offered Beatrice a grin in response to her question. "Yes, we actually just started. Lucky for you, you're the only one in our delivery zone. We're also the only butcher shop in this area of town, so if you're in the mood for some steak instead, I'll cut you a good deal."
Nikolai Volkov 09/09/19 Nik had only just pulled his eyes from the bright, smiling woman when the sound of quickly approaching footsteps once again drew his cobalt gaze. Setting down the neatly wrapped sandwich that he was about to partake on his lap, he reached out and took the card from her.

His eyes flitted briefly over the simple card before raising to her face. "Beatrice?" he confirmed with a small, quirked smile. "I think I've walked past your place once or twice. I'll have to stop in next time. My shop isn't that far from yours, actually."

Reaching into his wallet, he removed a card of his own and offered it to her in return. Printed upon it was information about 'The Meat Hook Market & Deli', along with his name and number. "You should stop in and grab a sandwich sometime," he said with a kind smile.
Nikolai Volkov 09/08/19 *stares after the pretty lady*
*waves belatedly*
Vince Caruso 08/27/19 [He took the card gratefully, ready to slip it into his pocket after he'd given its surface a gaze. But then she'd tapped idly at the scrawled words on the back, and immediately, his interest was piqued.]

"An apartment?"

[A 'hmm' caught in his throat. Right away, he'd started to consider. Vince was very grateful for the space and resources offered by Adara and Tiber, but he'd always been partial to his own space.]

"Would you mind if I came to have a look at it sometime?"

[The words slipped right past his lips without a moments hesitation.]
Kristoffer Forsetti 08/26/19 *glances over the card*
*watches her skip off*
"I'll be by soon for supplies! I got a few things for ya!"
Vince Caruso 08/22/19 [Vince was meandering about. It seemed to be the norm among people such as himself. New. Taken by surprise by the surplus of folks willing to welcome a stranger to this place called 'The Realm.' Didn't mind all too much, in all honesty. People never did bother him, though his stoic demeanor had a tendency to convince them otherwise.]
[His attention is immediately garnered by the sound of stomping feet and crumpling paper. Vince spun around, adjusting his line of sight to that of a young woman much smaller than himself. He smiled as his eyes grazed over the flurry of text.]
"Oh, well. Hello there, Beatrice. I'm called Vince.
[He gently touched his chest with the tips of his fingers.]
"Thank you for the welcome. Everyone seems so. I don't know. Cheery? Kind of strange, innit?"
Sigrun Haefnirdottir 08/21/19 Two burning pools of molten ember glowed faintly from beneath the helm that adorned head, lips shadowed by the snout of the massive wolf's head that kept female's mane at bay. Crouched low saw the hulking form of... what seemed to be feminine in origin keeping herself close to ground as she pondered surroundings once more. Tongue trailing over pristine canines and a sound escapes the feral seeming female's throat, gruff, commanding attention.

Beau Theroux 08/16/19 Watching closely he attempted to make out what exactly she was saying with his basic level of ASL knowledge. With her first attempt his eyes just stared wide with no comprehension. With her second attempt he squinted, following the movements closely. Nodding along, he began to get the jist of it. A few words were lost, but he was able to fill in the blanks.

"Yeah, totally! Maybe I will end up learnin' as we go so I won't be slowin' ya down." A teasing grin was given followed by a soft chuckle. "A pleasure, Beatrice, I am Beaudoin. Beaudoin Theroux. Please, call me," with his hand he made the sign for B and turned it so his palm faced him and clenched a fist in one movement. "Beau. My sister used that to sign my name. "
Tiber Loche 08/16/19 "It's nice to meet you too, Beatrice." Fingers continue to move fluidly, in sync with his verbal words. "I'm Tiber." He'd pause, hand slipping into the back pocket of his jeans before he'd produce a small, simple business card. The man passed it off to her before his hands began to move once more. "If you're ever feeling thirsty. Me and the crew hang out here often. Most of us are quite welcoming to new faces."
Tiber Loche 08/15/19 Almost as though Tiber had barely notice the robot voice; like her typing away at the keyboard weren't peculiar at all. A tiny smile graces the edges of his lips, the strangers face contorting into a sort of embarrassed expression. Right away, Tiber finds her endearing, above all else. She probably got that a lot, but he wouldn't say it out loud. He'd known one too many endearing types, who'd had no trouble landing a punch upside his head for stating as much. Before long, she's scribbling against a plain sheet of paper instead. The man doesn't mind either way.

"You're very welcome." Tiber speaks, though his hands move along with his lips. He signs the words with a practiced ease. Years of language lessons in both ASL and Spanish. Another secret in his back pocket. "You haven't been around long, have you? I don't recognize your face."
Beau Theroux 08/15/19 A brilliant smile of his own was given in response. Smiling was contagious and, in Beau's case, he was rather defenseless. Sometimes it seemed as though the smile was permanently stuck in all it's cheeriness on his visage.

Curious eyes tilted at the woman's motions. Eyes narrowed as he tried to understand what exactly she was getting at. Not the sharpest tool in the box, it took him a moment. It wasn't until she thanked him he finally understood.

"Oh! You don't speak! Uh, how about sign language? I know a smidge about that." He then proceeded to sign, telling her Good afternoon."I ain't the best, but I get the jist."
Beau Theroux 08/15/19 "Sorry I'm late, but, welcome to the Realm!"
Tiber Loche 08/15/19 Hey! Welcome!
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