JERSEYBOY
Jerseyboy, for one, had not been expecting the arrival of a whole group at their doorstep that day. While everybody seemed to have problems with rowdy spirits and ghastly ghosts haunting the territories, but apparently the problem had become so bad that this group had to stay with them for a few days. They were like the deadbeat friend that promised to get out of your house after they "got back on their feet again". The problem with that was that sometimes those promises weren't delivered, and if they were, then they weren't delivered soon enough. Who knows how long these guys would be packing into their town? Weeks, months? Jerseyboy sure hoped that it wasn't long, because they smelled like sewer rats. And, overall, their ranks weren't too impressive. Apparently, the swamps didn't produce any pretty girls.
The tuxedo tom arrived next, perking his ears and sweeping his gaze over the Tanglewood members, as if forming opinions of them on the spot ( in other words, judging ).
Being a sociable and o p e n creature, he could only hope that these "Tanglers" were fun to be around. What good was it to dump a bunch of solemn and gloomy fucks into their streets? So far, none of them had spoken ( which wasn't that great of a sign )... all but one. It was a dude whose accent stuck him as familiar, though Jerseyboy couldn't exactly put a finger on it. New York City, perhaps?
At the "warning" from the Tangler, the impulsive Hearthkeeper let out a snort. He, for one, appreciated the humor in this rather grim situation. "Whoa, betta' tone down th' snarky-ass comments before the old man blows a fuse." Sunhaven was generous enough to lend their entire home to these swamp-dwellers, so if this guy was gonna start running his mouth and complaining, then he could just up and leave. Nobody was going to make him stay.
His gaze flickered over towards a younger one, who had asked where they would be sleeping. Sheesh, he was a bit straight to the point, wasn't he? Not even a greeting or a thanks. "Whereva' you want, kid. In a house, on the beach, unda' a tree, behind a rock. We don't care." Jerseyboy gave a nonchalant shrug.
The tuxedo tom arrived next, perking his ears and sweeping his gaze over the Tanglewood members, as if forming opinions of them on the spot ( in other words, judging ).
Being a sociable and o p e n creature, he could only hope that these "Tanglers" were fun to be around. What good was it to dump a bunch of solemn and gloomy fucks into their streets? So far, none of them had spoken ( which wasn't that great of a sign )... all but one. It was a dude whose accent stuck him as familiar, though Jerseyboy couldn't exactly put a finger on it. New York City, perhaps?
At the "warning" from the Tangler, the impulsive Hearthkeeper let out a snort. He, for one, appreciated the humor in this rather grim situation. "Whoa, betta' tone down th' snarky-ass comments before the old man blows a fuse." Sunhaven was generous enough to lend their entire home to these swamp-dwellers, so if this guy was gonna start running his mouth and complaining, then he could just up and leave. Nobody was going to make him stay.
His gaze flickered over towards a younger one, who had asked where they would be sleeping. Sheesh, he was a bit straight to the point, wasn't he? Not even a greeting or a thanks. "Whereva' you want, kid. In a house, on the beach, unda' a tree, behind a rock. We don't care." Jerseyboy gave a nonchalant shrug.
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