spam; the last journal post
[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-
But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]
[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]
But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]
[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

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Not really a lot to say. I graduated, I mean. And I went home, and lost my legs, which, not cool. But I got a pair of all-new metal legs.
Cassel and me are still together. Had a first inmate, Slevin, and he graduated and I got my deal. Had a second inmate, lost him to whatever fucked-up magic the Barge is under. Now I'm just chilling with my third. Motherfucking Victor Creed if you believe that. It's why I smell so bad.
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Please. You always smelled bad.
How is Cassel? I can't believe your relationship has lasted longer than all of mine put together.
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He's good. Or he would be, if my fucking inmate would leave him the hell alone.
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Does Victor still have his powers?
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I think it was Iris. So whatever she did, go ahead and try. You might need tools.
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I can't imagine what he smells like to you. He's like a mix of bear and...zoo, to me.
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