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Topic Started: Mar 28 2014, 03:03 AM (278 Views)
Werewolf
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March 22nd
11:00 am
The Russell Cabin

"Wouldn't you like to be in your cradle? Look um.. I got all your fuzzy friends here. Mr. Giraffe.. and... uh.. whatever this is.. a whale? So let me just sit you right--"

A shrill scream pierced the air as Jack Russell tried to gently remove his infant son out of the baby sling strapped to his body, prompting him to stop immediately. Upon realizing that he was to stay safely inside his cocoon of fleece, Gregory Russell gurgled happily, wiggling his furred arms and legs with contentment.

Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his massive hand across his eyes, sharp talons carefully tucked into his palm to prevent accidental injury. His first mistake had been insisting to Rahne that he could handle their three week old son all alone, and his second mistake had been sending his wife out for a day of pampering with Avery Doyle and direct instructions not to return until after 5 pm. Everything had gone well until Rahne left, and from that moment on Greg had not stopped screaming, refusing being fed or changed or rocked, and continuing to scream until he had been safely nestled inside a Maya Wrap.

Unfortunately for Jack, that meant strapping the bright purple wrap around his waist and shoulder that fastened through a loop over his clavicle and keeping it there for as long as he desired time without his son screaming. The fact that he had chosen to remain in wolf form in Greg's presence made the sight that much more amusing.

Turning away from the cradle in defeat, Jack stood up straight, reflexively cushioning his son's head against his chest to keep it from lolling backwards. His earlier ire already forgotten, Greg had busied himself with clumsily grabbing for handfuls of his father's fur, seemingly not interested in any of the numerous toys scattered around the cabin.

Jack flexed his fingers as he looked around the master bedroom he and his wife shared, thinking quietly. There were so few tasks he could do safely with a baby strapped to his chest, and upon spying the overflowing basket of laundry Jack did not have to think twice about picking it up and carrying it downstairs. The only clean clothes Jack had were the ones he was wearing, all oversized to fit his current form.

With as much delicacy as he could muster, Jack picked apart some whites and dumped them into the modestly sized washing machine tucked into a closet underneath the stairs. The wash cycle started, and he found himself without nothing to do once more. The shapeshifter eyed the leather couch in the living room and sat down, Greg happily squeaking.

He had thought to ask over a friend or two to keep him company, but he had talked himself out of it, reassuring himself that his very single and unattached friends would have better plans on a Saturday afternoon than helping to entertain his werewolf son that already had a penchant for biting.

Looking to the television on top of the maple armoire, Jack could only recall a handful of times in which he had willingly bothered to watch it. Growing desperate for anything to focus on, he picked up the remote, carefully poking the power button with one talon. The television flickered on to the middle of an episode of a talk show, the live audience exuberantly clapping for some untold revelation.

For a few moments Jack sat quietly before rubbing the pad of his index finger behind his son's ear and asking, "So.. what do you think--is Oprah a mutant? She's gotta be immortal or something..."

"Gah!" Greg chirped, looking intently into Jack's eyes and blinking his own--gold and glowing.

"Right," Jack murmured, patting his son's back affectionately. "Definitely a mutant.."
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Julian McClellan
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The Russel household wasn't exactly a common stop for Julian.

It wasn't that he didn't like Jack or Rahne, of course. On the contrary, he thought them to be lovely people. It was more of a "hey I don't really know you because I never see you in the infirmary and I basically have started to live there" thing. But today, he had a mission that brought him to their separate estate. He'd gotten word from a certain green plant lady nurse that she and Rahne were going out for a spa day. And while he thought that was a brilliant idea, he did realize very quickly that meant Jack was going to be all alone with their child. And while Julian did not doubt Jack's parenting ability, he had helped his sister multiple times raise her kids as little ones.. And it had been hell every single time she had left him alone with her non-mutated children. He couldn't imagine what Gregory Russell left alone must of been like.

And so, he was going to make a house call. Pop by, see if Jack wanted company or anything and try to be of some help.

Waltzing up to the door, Julian knocked once or twice and stuck his hands in his pockets, gently rocking on his heels as he waited, glancing around casually until he heard the sound of the door open. Looking over he smiled and nodded.

"Hey, so I heard from a nurse dowen' in th' infirmary tha' Rahne was out and yah' got th' day withyer' son. An' I wonderin' if maybe yah' wanted company er' somethin' of the like?"
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Lucy Saint
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Being one of the nurses of the school staff, meant that Lucy heard all of the gossip from the others and that she was kept up to speed on different things like how Rahne and Avery were going out and how Jack would be all alone with the baby. Knowing that Jack had yet to be alone with the baby for such a long period of time and so she had decided to pay him a small casual visit to make sure that he and little baby Greg were doing alright and maybe offer her help a little. Okay, maybe she was just off work and she just loved that little baby to bits.

Walking up to the door she knocked a few times and opened it quietly to not disturb too much in case Greg was taking a small nap. “Knock, knock… I’m sorry to disturb Jack, but I wanted to see if you – oh.” She stood in the door and looked at both Mr. McClellan and Jack, “I see you already have reinforcement.” She mused and looked at Greg who was securely strapped to Jack’s chest. “Oh how is that precious little boy? And how are you holding up all alone?” she asked with a knowing tone and a raised eyebrow.

Lucy had plenty of small cousins and it had been the same with every single one of their fathers; they had loved to spend time with their children, but they always felt kind of helpless the first few times they were left alone.
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Werewolf
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Father and son were content for a few moments to sit idly on the couch, painting an image not of two people who had just met but as two that had always been in each other's company. Keeping one ear forward and another swiveled to the side, Jack listened to the serious confessions on the television as well as a load of laundry swish around in the machine's drum. His son had no such range of focus, noticing only that his father was no longer doting on him and fussing with a whine.

Tilting his massive head down to peer at his infant son, Jack scooped a hand beneath Greg's back and bounced him a few times, hoping to quiet his crying. Just as the baby werewolf began to settle in again, there was a soft knocking on the door.

Standing slowly, Jack again reflexively held his son into his chest, wondering when that instinct kicked in.

Stooping to open the door, the shapeshifter found himself face to face with a winged professor who smiled with a nod in greeting. Julian was not someone that Jack knew very well, but he was a friend, nonetheless, and as the avian man explained his helpful reasons for being there Jack decided that a little company wouldn't hurt after all.

"Uhm yeah.. please, come in," Jack rumbled with a nod, stepping back from the doorway with one hand protectively cradling Greg, who had become particularly interested in their guest. He squirmed in the sling, peering curiously up at Julian with his gold eyes.

"Have a seat. We're um...," Jack gave a furtive glance to the television. "...totally not watching Oprah or anything..." He padded back to where had been sitting on the couch and fumbled for the remote, jabbing at the power again with a pointed talon to turn it off.

"Nyah!" Greg whined, baring his tiny milk teeth as clenched his hands in Julian's direction, trying to grab at one of the many feathers that the Scotsman had on his wings.

"Greg no," the feral man scolded, shooting his guest a sympathetic look. "Sorry.. he likes to grab anything interesting he sees." He touched his own face with the pads of his fingers. "He's ripped out a few whiskers already."

Despite remember the pain, Jack's face softened,"I think he'll be stronger than me when he grows up."

There was another quiet series of knocks on his door, and it opened before Jack could reach it, revealing Lucy. She too was there check up on him and the baby to see how his first day alone as a parent was going. Hearing a feminine voice, Greg huffed, holding up his arms and reaching for her, wanting to be held.

"Do I um.. have an air of desperation about me?" Jack asked, realizing that he now had two medical professionals in his home and suspiciously raising one eyebrow.

"Rahne didn't put you up to this did she?"
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Lockheed
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Lockheed awoke to being halfway between the roof and the ground. With a squawk of surprise, the Flock flared his wings and turned his plummet into a dive, pulling up in time to get his feet under him and propel him through the, absurdly named, doggy door at the back of the cabin. He skid to a stop, with just barely room to spare him a collision with the baby proofing panel. He hasn't had a long time to get to know the new Russell, but it had quickly become a friendship made by fate. Aside from Rahne, Greg was Lockheed's favorite person, and so he didn't even consider cursing the extra steps the Russells had taken to make the cabin safe for the little pup. He simply hopped over the panel and trotted along to find his family.

::Greeeeeg, where are you, buddy?:: he called, having opened his hive mind to Rahne's child from the moment he met the kid. No doubt, the baby surely wasn't able to understand the words themselves, but Lockheed, like most everyone else, liked to think that the pup recognized his voice.

It wasn't that he hasn't considered opening his mind to everyone on the grounds, but he felt that Rahne was so used to telepathic connections, and that Greg probably wasn't aware yet of the difference, that these two would have the least trouble trying to wrap their minds around a talking dragon. Some of the Xavier's residents had a hard time accepting that he even existed at all. A few others accepted his existence, but had been adamant that he shouldn't have come to Westchester with everyone else. That would have tayra feed a death sentence on the Flock, he was sure, so he tried to stay out of those individuals' way as much as possible.

::Greg, you little rascal, you're not in here giving your daddy grey fur, are you?:: he playfully said as he turned the corner to see not only the two male Russells, but also Lucy and Julian. Nurse. History Teacher. One a pretty bird with a cool accent, and the other a durable and super strong woman.

::Well, glad to see that my boy Jack's hosting a party, know what I mean, everyone?:: he quipped, mostly for his and Greg's benefit, since nobody else understood his language. And with that, he leapt atop the back of the couch, making himself comfortable in that way that some akin to cats. As if this place was Lockheed's and he was allowing everyone else to be graced by his presence.
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