Post by Nym K. Wolf on Sept 15, 2015 15:07:31 GMT -5
Bustling cars drive along the busy roads and highways. People walk along the sidewalks trying to get to where ever it is they are headed in a speedy fashion. Vendors sell their questionable food by the streets as the moon shines bright in the clear starry sky. The noise from the city makes a loud musical song that states there is no sleep for the wicked. In the middle of all this noise two hunters walk about. One a teacher and the other a student. While all the other beings are wrapped up in their own little lives. Tonight, one of them will be removed from this lively place.
Walking down a gravel path covered in pine needles that leads to the center of the park. Nym and her teacher move side by side watching the late runners, walkers. The pine trees on either side of the path was a perfect cover in case Nym’s teacher ordered her to catch her four victim tonight. After a year being a Roumari Vampyre, you’d think all Nym would have to do is talk herself some take out. Sadly, this Vampyre stuff wasn’t easy for her. Which is why her teacher, father, was still training her.
Her father, who was wearing a expensive grey suit with a purple tie pointed to a man who was stretching on a bench. He slicked his black hair back and told Nym no mess this time. Rolling her clear water blue eyes at him, she nodded and started toward the human. Huh, human. Not so long ago I was human. Weird to even think or say that word now. Her black sneakers with white laces made no sound along the gravel path as she moved toward the man stretching on the green wooden bench. Nym let her pale arms clap to her slender body which startled the man who would be her next prey. She smiled at him innocently as the man looked her over. The expected victim saw a twenty something young woman with red shoulder length hair that fell on her left shoulder where the woman had placed it just now. She wore a red t-shirt that said ‘come get it’ along with bell-bottom blue jeans. He met her playful yet sad eyes and told her she had scared him. And, he told her she should be more careful out here alone. Nym smirked, showing her little fangs. ”Who says I’m alone?” The man looked confused. Nowadays, the rebellious teens and such had cap fangs. Which is why this man didn’t run screaming. The man asked who Nym was with. Which only made her smirk more. ”You, silly. You’re my next meal.” Still confused, the man was going to ask another question when Nym grabbed him and bit his throat. Just out in the open as people ran, walked past. Her teacher was unpleased as Nym and the her victim looked as if they were making out.
Panicking, the man pulled his taser out of his pocket and let Nym have it! Not expecting a fight, she jumped back a few inches. Looking where the taser had touched her. She moaned in disbelief and stumped her foot in a tantrum. Her teacher yelled, he’s getting away. Knowing what that meant for her later. She started after the bleeding man. While he was screaming his head off for help. She didn’t understand why she needed to catch him. He would bleed out in a matter of minutes since she punctured the guys artery. Maybe less, now the man was running. Either way, Nym had to catch him and get rid of him. No messes. Messes get you killed. She kept repeating to herself in her mind. Catching up to the guy she had bit. Nym jumps on his back which throws the guy off balance. Which throws them both onto the gravel path hard. The man tries to get up, but the blood loss has made him weak. Nym gets to her feet and walks over to her prey that’s trying to crawl away. She tilts her head. Letting her red pine needle hair fall to the right side. She couldn’t help but feel some sympathy for the guy. The man was still screaming his head off when her teacher walked up and bent down. Her teacher shushed the man and covered the man’s mouth with his hand. Looking at Nym, he told her to finish the job. Nym still staring at the human whose body ached in pain. Her teacher picked up some of the gravel and threw it at her. Jumping a inch, she regained herself. Blinking a couple extra times, she took a deep breath. She bent down, grabbed the man’s neck, and was about to twist it. When she suddenly moved backwards and shook her head no. Nym’s teacher sighed, doing the deed for her. He grabbed the body and just tossed it into the trees. Looking at Nym with cold, tiring eyes. Her teacher tells her not to come home unless she finally goes through with it. Nym didn’t even move her eyes away from the blood soaked gravel where the man had been laying before. Her teacher shook his head, saying something unsightly at her as he took off toward the road.
Nym just sat there as the people around her acted as if nothing happened. Humans didn’t have good eyesight in the dark. And, most were listening to music as they exercised. She knew her teacher meant what he said. Not knowing what to do, she continued to sit there. Just looking at the bloody gravel before her. The blood, even covered in dirt, smelled heavenly sweet to her. Being honest with herself, she hated how she felt while hunting, eating. Deciding to get up, she stands, brushes the dirt off her jeans, and red shirt. Tries to pick the pine needles out of hair as she starts to walk. When she hears a gargle coming from the tree line where her teacher threw the guy. Stopping, she realized what her teacher did. Running toward the noise she couldn’t help but think, Why would he do this to me?! By the man’s broken body she looked worried, scared. She started to pace wondering what to do. She bent down hastily, grabbed the man’s neck. ”You can do this, you can do this! You’ve trained for this. He is just a wounded animal. Just do it Nym!" Her voice was frantic, her hands shaky, but she still couldn’t do it. Standing up, she grabbed the man and started to pull him out of the woods. Got to him some help. He won’t remember what happened to him. He has lost too much blood, she kept telling herself over and over again. Making her way back to the gravel path, she starts screaming for help.
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2015 15:09:21 GMT -5 by Nym K. Wolf
Post by Bridget Cleary on Sept 15, 2015 17:41:08 GMT -5
There was always something to do, no matter how many people were at your disposal. The UNSAIDs were busy people, and the supernatural threat seemed to get worse every year, despite their efforts. Although the UNSAIDs were far from being understaffed, Bridget enjoyed doing field work. She realized the other high ranking members disapproved. Hunting in cities for supernaturals was grunt work, and Bridget was at the top of the ladder- Director of the UNSAIDs. But she enjoyed it immensely. The hunt always gave her a thrill.
It was a lovely night for hunting too. The moon and the stars shone beautifully, without any cloud cover, giving better lighting. Bridget was used to working at night anyways, as that was when the majority of dangerous supernaturals came out. Some, like vampyres, could only come out during that time.
The town Bridget was currently in had reached the UNSAIDs’ eyes due to the strange rumours surrounding it. There were reports that the number of killings had increased, but that the number of people surviving what should have been fatal experiences were also on the rise. This usually meant that vampyres were turning more people. She’d come across vampyres who wanted to save people who were about to die, but they always caused a bigger problem. The newly turned ones had quite the lust for blood, and ended up killing their victims as they were new to the whole thing, ending the lives of people who should have been perfectly fine if that vampyre had died when Fate intended it.
Vampyres were idiots, in her opinion.
So, she was ready for vampyres. She had wooden stakes of multiple types, as well as silver, in the forms of daggers and also a large knife, used for decapitation. She also carried a mirror on her, to help tell them apart from humans. She carried normal weapons as well; sometimes the biggest threat was a human, and she didn’t want to risk breaking a stake on a human when there were easier ways to kill them.
She was wandering the city, pretending to be a tourist. No one ever questioned tourists, although her bald head did get her a few stares. People always looked away if she caught their eye; many assumed it was cancer, as if a woman wouldn’t shave her head willingly.
However, as the bald woman wandered, she heard screaming. She quickly began running towards the noise, ready to help whoever it was. Some other people were there, but most had their cellphones out. Those that didn’t were leaving. God damned bystanders can’t do shit, they want more Youtube likes. Bridget quickly approached the woman, and pretended to wheeze as if the run had taken it out of her. “What’s wrong, how can I help?”
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2015 17:42:09 GMT -5 by Bridget Cleary
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 15, 2015 19:20:27 GMT -5
It had been a lazy day for Ben. He'd gotten up at four in the afternoon after a late night playing taxi driver. All of his fares, including the jerks and the bullies, had arrived safely at their destinations so he felt that he'd earned the extra rest today.
Though he'd been feeling a bit cranky towards the end of the night, the young man had managed to keep the presence of mind to return the taxi to it's rightful owner, along with the money he'd managed to earn that night. Well most of the money, anyways. Ben had to pay for his slurpees somehow. Well, he could just steal them but that wouldn't be very nice.
Though when Ben thought about it, that 7-11 clerk had been awfully rude. He'd totally deserve it. The young man resolved to return the next day to rob the place, patting the trusty Sig he'd 'borrowed' and was currently keeping in his waistband as the thought came to him.
Anyways, it was dark out right now and he was just walking around, looking for hookers to stab.
"I like to mix the mountain dew and the cherry flavors," Locke told the woman he was walking next to, pausing every few seconds to sip from his frozen beverage. "Some people think that's weird and I know it makes your tongue kinda orange but I like it cuz the taste is pretty good and on a warm day sometimes I like to treat myself to a nice frozen slurpee, ya know?"
The woman looked at him like he was crazy and proceeded to put some distance between the two of him. Ben almost followed her, in the mood to annoy the random stranger further when he heard screaming toward the park.
The young man reached up to scratch at his black, kinky hair with one tan hand while the other held his slurpee up for another sip. He came to a complete stop while he considered investigating.
"Sure, why not. 'sides, I could maybe help or something."
Ben drank more from his slurpee while he walked casually toward the cries for help. He came upon the scene of the screaming woman, a bald woman, and what looked like, or at least smelled like, blood. The young man, standing there in jeans and sneakers, took a sip from his slurpee and resisted the urge to begin filming the scene with his smartphone.
Post by Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore on Sept 15, 2015 22:17:34 GMT -5
The Wind howled through the vents in Gwen's helmet as she darted through traffic on her Ducati street fighter. The chill air helped cool her off after a bad meeting with a couple of her agents in the governors office; what gave him the audacity to tell her no, she put him in that plush office chair. Ada would not be happy to hear that their arms dealing would have to be delayed a couple days. It was the first time in her two hundred years on this planet that a politician actually started doing the right thing when he got in office. Killing him was always an option, but then again she needed his replacement in her pocket before that could happen.
Distracted by her thoughts Gwen barely realized the Semi slamming on it's brakes in front of her; swerving at the last minute she swerved onto the off ramp and away from decapitation. "I'm just going to have to discuss this with Ada later" she fumed. Now it was time for the second matter of business for her being in town. It appeared that a group of locals had a made a large number of fledgling which they couldn't contain; under normal circumstances Gwen would ignore this and let some of her men control the situation. However it was starting to attract the media and that was never a good thing, and she hadn't had much fun in a while.
Traffic began to slow as she neared the park, there was a delicious aroma a mixed with the smell of pine trees and lake water. It was blood. Must be fresh too if she could smell it on the breeze. Pulling out of traffic she parked her bike and killed the engine. Pulling her helmet off most would've thought that someone was shooting a suave commercial because her hair was in pristine shape, and shiny like silk. Gwen approached the gathering crowd surrounding a a young girl and a bald woman. Gwen noticed a tan young man with dark curly hair. She could of sworn that she'd seen him somewhere before; however, being two hundred years old she'd seen her fair share of people that looked alike.
Shifting her gaze to the two woman in the center of the crowd she could recognize that one of them was a vampire; a small splash of blood could be seen on the collar of her shirt if you looked closely or more importantly could smell it. She seemed distressed by something; was this a ruse to cover up her feeding Gwen wondered? Her focus then shifted to the bald woman who was offering her assistance and if her heart were beating it would've stopped. The Aura about this woman felt off and Gwen didn't like it. What ever trouble this girl was in Gwen was definitely the most suited to help. Hoping the girl would catch on Gwen pushed through the crowd and said " Kelly whats going on? you had me worried sick."
Post by Nym K. Wolf on Sept 16, 2015 15:27:20 GMT -5
Screaming her head off for what seemed like hours. Nym finally started to see people taking off their headphones and walking toward her. She felt relieved as a crowd formed around her and the bleeding man. Her breathing became less frantic, her voice lowered as the people came closer. Then the unexpected happen. Well, unexpected to Nym anyway. People had turned their phones onto videotape what was happen. Nym’s was in horror about what was going on. How can these people just stand here, she wondered. Clearing her throat since the screaming had left it somewhat dry. She began to look around at the humans in disbelief. Rolling her eyes, taking a breath, and letting it out slowly. Nym screamed above the chattering crowd, ”Will one of you morons call the police?! Someone to help instead of gawking?” As afraid as she was about the man on the gravel not going to make it. She also feared being found out plus, not having anywhere to go after this. Nym’s teacher made it very clear that she was not welcomed back if she didn’t kill this man. And, now. She had sealed her fate.
All this time Nym had her hand on the man’s neck. Trying to slow the flow of blood so the man wouldn’t bleed out. She didn’t know what else she could have done. She wasn’t medically trained. Though, that would’ve came in handy right about now. More and more people showed up. Most of them videotaping what was going on and the others were on the phone talking to whoever was on the other line. Nym looked at the man who was barely conscious and looked to be deathly afraid of her. But, to the bystanders near by, it looked at if the man was afraid to die.
Suddenly, a bald woman pushed her way through the crowd of idiots. Asking what she could do. Nym looked at her dumbfounded, ”I don’t know. I..I.. What was she going to tell this woman? She didn’t have a story made up and ready to cover her butt in case something like this or worse happened. Some predator she was. As she paused to run through her thoughts. Her eyes went back to the man laying on the ground. Then it dawned on her. If she was never to return, never to get help, and never fully learn how to survive. Then why keep his secret. She looked at the bald woman again, ”There was another man. It looked like they were in a fight. Then there was just blood and the other man ran off.” There were holes in her story, true. But, who could blame a young woman who just seen something horrible. That’s when Nym noticed a man walk up with a slurpee in hand. She wanted to tilt her head at the man's question, but she refrained herself. She shook her head, ”Yes, please! He really needs help”
Nym started to feel at ease somewhat now she had help. She only hoped they wouldn’t figure out she had something to do with the incident. Trying to calm down further, she started to notice smells that didn’t scream human. Puzzled by this, she looked around a bit and then placed her attention back on the injured man. That’s when another woman pushed her way through the crowd and said the name Kelly. Nym looked up at her confused. It must have been the bald woman’s name, cause she wasn’t Kelly. But, when the woman said she had been worried sick. Nym’s thought lightbulb turned on. She must be trying to help her cover up. But, why? Unclear what this help intelled. Nym’s confused faced began to relax and she even smiled a bit in what looked like relief. ”I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was taking the shortcut home and came upon this. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t just leave him here like this. And, I didn’t bring my phone. I’m so sorry.” The smile faded and she could feel tears running down her face now. These were true tears. Nym was just relieved to have someone help her and understood what she was. This whole thing had been a mess. Thanks to her innate ability to kill her prey and her wonderfully crappy father who left her here to figure this out all by herself. She was only a year old by Vampyre standards. Yeah, she looked twenty, but there were still a lot of things she needed to learn in her new life. Her father didn’t help by leaving. Now, this woman, who Nym thought must be a Vamprye as well, was here trying to help. She wasn’t sure how she was going to repay this woman, but right now the man’s life was important. Nym glanced at the bald woman and the weird slurpee dude. She wondered if she over selled the cover up story with as many sorrys she said. Looking back at the woman who had called her Kelly. Her eyes pleaded her to get her out of this situation.
Post by Bridget Cleary on Sept 19, 2015 18:28:21 GMT -5
(Sorry about the delay!)
Everything Seraphina had noticed, Bridgett had noticed. It was, after all, what she was trained for. Finding tracks was easy compared to this. The blood was right there, and not in a location she could blame on trying to help the bleeding man. It was too dark to see if there was a shadow, but Bridget was certain that if she held a mirror up to this girl, there would be no reflection.
“Yes, please, call 911.” Bridget urged at the man with the slurpee, who asked what may have been the stupidest question. If a man was bleeding to death, that should be someone’s first reaction! However, that was not important. Bridget ripped off the bottom of her shirt and began applying pressure to the wound with it, as to try and halt the flow of blood. She couldn’t make a tourniquet on his neck, and didn’t have any medical supplies on her, so she merely kept the pressure of her hands against the man’s cut. There was no denying that this was a vampyre’s work, and most likely the woman in front of her, but her main priority was to save him.
Another woman soon came pushing through the crowds, calling the vampyre ‘Kelly’. If they knew each other, that meant this woman had a high possibility of being a vampyre. If they did not know each other, which seemed like it might be the case by the amount of surprise and confusion on Kelly’s face, then she was almost certainly a vampyre. Kelly began to explain things to her friend (they looked nothing alike, there was no way they were related). Sirens began echoing off the buildings, getting closer, as someone- perhaps the slurpee man- must have finally called the ambulances.
They arrived quickly, and Bridget let go of the man as the paramedics moved in. Before Kelly could vanish, Bridget grabbed her arm, leaving a bloody mark from what had soaked through the cloth. “Wait, I wish to speak with you. Ask some questions, ok Kelly? Your friend too.”
She quickly and professionally pulled out a badge, it was genuine, but only listed her as a police officer, not the leader of a secret organization. That was a bit harder and more awkward to prove.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 19, 2015 20:06:36 GMT -5
Loud, was Ben's thought when he heard the approach of a motorcycle shortly before it cut off. Shiny, was Ben's thought when the woman with purple hair showed up, moments later. She approached the other girl, the one who wasn't bald.
Purple professed to know the other girl, calling her Kelly, though the not bald girl seemed confused for a moment before she went along with what Locke surmised to have been a silly ruse. Silly because he didn't care and also because anyone who did care would've noticed "Kelly's" brief moment of hesitation. Suh-spish-usss.
After he'd asked, both women urged him to call 911. Ben might've been a bit taken aback by how rude the one who wasn't bald wasn't purple hair said it, but he was kind of expecting that. Not that he'd deliberately tried to annoy them or anything. Lock relented and made the call, sipping from his icy beverage as it rang.
"911 what's your emergency?" A female operator asked shortly after it began dialing.
"What? Me? No, I'm fine. My stomach is a bit upset but I guess that's what you get when eat five hot dogs at 7-11 I mean, I don't go there for the food I like the slurpees and combining mountain dew flavor with the cherry flavor is my most favorite. It's pretty good."
"Sir, what is the emergency?" The female operator asked, beginning to lose patience.
"Well someone's feeling awfully cranky tonight. Um, there's this guy here, in the park. He's, like, bleeding from his neck or something. I don't think he's ok. He, like, needs a doctor or something? You guys should probably send someone." The woman informed him that emergency personnel were on their way and Ben hung up.
Looking up at the women, glancing down at the guy briefly, Locke informed them "I just got off the phone. The lady I spoke to was kind of cranky and I told her about mixing the mountain dew and the cherry flavors but I'm not sure she's going to try it even though it's really good." He paused to take a sip. "Also, some EMTs are on the way. They should arrive in a little bit."
Ben had also noticed -and didn't particularly care about- the blood on Kelly. Initially he'd assumed it had been from arterial spray since that was obviously the most likely explanation. Ya know, just a cost of doing business when you're trying to save some random guy with a neck wound. But after the lie it actually made her seem suspicious.
She's probably like a vampire or something, he thought to himself jokingly. Ben joked but he did suppose that that was also a possibility. The purple and the red didn't know each other but them both being vampers would explain why she would try to help the other. But if these two clowns were vampires then the young man could forsee hunters in a future that wasn't looking two good.
A thought came to him. If these two were vampires, why not hunt them? Did Ben feel like playing hunter tonight? He sipped more of the slurpee as he watched and pondered.
Once the paramedics had arrived, Ben lost interest in the dude. It looked like he'd probably be ok so he walked over to where Gwen and the bald woman was. He saw the bald one flash a badge and he reacted accordingly.
"You're a cop? Whoa." Ben held his arms out to the side in a kind of 'dont shoot' gesture. "Um, is she under arrest?"
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2015 20:38:10 GMT -5 by Benjamin Locke
Post by Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore on Sept 19, 2015 22:42:52 GMT -5
”I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I was taking the shortcut home and came upon this. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t just leave him here like this. And, I didn’t bring my phone. I’m so sorry.” the young girl replied with tears streaming down her cheeks. It appeared that feeding off the neanderthal lying in the pavement next to her had shaken her up pretty bad. She was likely only just recently turned and still adjusting to the mindset of being a "monster"; flash backs of Gwen's papa lying lifeless on the floor flashed in her mind. Whoever had turned her was doing a real shitty job looking after her.
The ambulance arrived shortly after just adding to the list of of things Gwen was going to have to follow up on later. She hoped he'd just die on the way to the hospital; saving her the headache of having to bribe or kill him later. She reached her hand out " Come on Kelly lets get you home" but was stopped when the bald women grabbed the young girls arm with a bloody hand. Was everyone trying to push her buttons today?
“Wait, I wish to speak with you. Ask some questions, ok Kelly? Your friend too.” she said flashing a police badge at them. Gwen found it odd that she didn't know this officer, half of the force was on her payroll and the other half knew better than to question her due to her reputation; this woman didn't appear to be fresh from the academy either. Whoever she was Gwen didn't like her, but now was not the time to stir up trouble. "Of course officer, anything to help" she said in an overly sweet tone.
Post by Nym K. Wolf on Sept 20, 2015 20:52:20 GMT -5
The ambulance was here already. People started to make a wide berth for the EMT team coming through the crowd. People seemed to get louder as the scene got more exciting. However, Nym still thought this people were morons for just gawking about. She couldn’t believe the ambulance was actually here to begin with. Not after the call from slurpee dude. If she had been the operator, she would have hung up on him. Thinking it was a prank. And, what was his fascination with the mountain dew, cherry mixture. She half wanted to ask him, but thought better of it. She backed away as the EMT team came up to asass the situation. The EMT team opened their red bag and began to try and stable the man before moving him to the ambulance. All the while the man’s eyes didn’t leave Nym. Which chilled her to the bone. She knew what she had done, or tried to do. It was wrong of her to try to take his life. Now that she had hopefully saved it. She was afraid of the concuquenances.
She was about to walk toward the purple haired woman who called her Kelly. When the bald woman grabbed her arm with a bloody hand. Nym fought the urge to pull away and flee. Especially, when the bald woman showed her her badge. Yay, she’s a cop. Joy. Crap. She thought to herself. She would have to make this story sound true. But, how was she going to do that exactly? She wasn’t sure if the purple hair woman would go with whatever she said. Not to mention. What was her story? Ugh, this life, or unlife sucked so bad. She wished her father was here to talk their way out of this. Her teacher had a way for words. She didn’t have to act when it came to her being shocked, worried, and emotionally stressed. She looked at the purple haired woman. Still with pleading eyes. She had no clue what to say, but she knew she had to stick with the part of the shortcut. Now, where was she coming from? School, library, work? So many choices.
She looked around her. The crowded people still clinging around the injured man. The wind swayed the trees making more pine needle fall on the gravel path and people’s clothes. The EMTs were loading the man on the gurney with an IV in his hand to hydrate him. They had something around the man’s neck to help stop the bleeding. The EMTs were both yelling at the people in the crowd to get back and let them through. However, the crowd just wanted their videos so they could get hits on youtube or whatever. She turned her attention back on the bald woman. The wind had moved her red hair slightly in her face. She reached for the strands and tucked them behind her ears. Taking a deep breath she nodded at the bald woman about the questions. She heard the purple haired woman try to get her out of this. But, after the bald woman showed the badge. Nym’s would be savior agreed to the questioning as well. All that was in Nym’s mind now was how sorry she was to grab this nice lady into all of this.
Nym turned back to the slurpee dude, ”Thank you for calling the ambulance.” She smiled sweetly at the curling haired guy before taking another deep breath and looking at the bald woman. ”I told you everything I know. What else is there?” In the back of her mind, she still wanted to know why the hell was the slurpee guy was obsessed with the mountain dew, cherry mixture. And, as they passed him walking away from the crowd. She wondered why he had such a weird smell. When they moved away from the crowd so the three could hear each other talk. She moved to the purple haired woman and clung to her. She thought it would help sell that they knew each other. Maybe, as sisters or some relation. Cousins probably since they didn’t have any facial features they screamed sisters. Then again, she could have been adopted. But, Nym felt that was over reaching. Nym swiped her tears away wondering what the purple haired woman would say. She realized she would have to go along with whatever she had to say as well. Make shift story, here we go. She thought to herself. She looked over her shoulder at the slurpee guy and wondered why he had the reaction he did with the cop. She had felt an ominous feeling from him. She shook her head and still clung to the purple woman’s left arm. She waited for the cops questions. Hoping they were simple enough to answer.
Post by Bridget Cleary on Sept 23, 2015 18:30:10 GMT -5
Kelly seemed nervous. Bridget didn’t blame her; it would be nerve wracking to be interviewed by a cop, even if you didn’t think they knew you were a vampyre. The other vampyre seemed annoyed, her tone just dripping with overly sugary sarcasm. Bridget cast her a look, practically daring her to keep going. She was tempted to put a stake through the purple haired one and use a silver knife to cut off her mouth.
It didn’t help when the weird guy with the slurpee obsession cut in. Instead of murdering everyone, she took a deep breath. “Yes, sir, I am an officer. That is all I can say at the moment, as this is a pending investigation. I will have to request you leave us alone.”
People were getting on her nerves today. But she managed a small smile, to try and help the vampyre feel at ease. “I know Kelly, but what you gave me was a very brief explanation. It would be useful to go over the whole situation with you, get every detail. The smallest things can be relevant. Anyways, we should move away from this crowd. I don’t need people meddling with the case.”
As the three moved away, out of earshot, Bridget would look around, surveying the surroundings, trying to see if anyone was listening or readying for an attack. She kept her hand firmly around Kelly’s arm the whole time. Finally, when Bridget deemed them far enough, she let go.
“Now, Kelly and friend. I would appreciate your real names. I also do not want any more lies. I am perfectly aware of what you are, but I’m not going to hurt you. You’re obviously new to this, Kelly, and I’m here to help. As for you, Miss Sassy, you’re obviously a bit more experienced, we need to talk about all the newcomers you guys have made in this town. As for my intentions, I would not be telling you I knew all this if I did not want to help, you'd both have a bit of extra silver on you if I wanted.” Bridgett explained, careful not to use any words like ‘vampyre’ just in case someone was listening.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 23, 2015 19:34:48 GMT -5
The young man stepped back. Ben was getting a really hard boiled detective type vibe from baldy. He knew it. She'd looked like a copper right from the get go! Was she gonna arrest the vampers? That would make sense. They ate people and police officers tended to not like that too much.
She asked him to leave them alone. Had she never dealt with an annoying individual who meant well before? It was like she was new on the force. Ben was determined to be that individual. He'd taken a step back as much to avoid getting a cigar put out in his eye as he had to give them space. Ben would give them a couple seconds then follow when they started to move away.
"Leave? But I was, like, totally a witness. I saw everything!" The young man flared his arms out, as if to place emphasis on his indication of everything. Of course, he was referring to the saving of the man but misunderstandings were pretty common. "What if I have info that's vital to the case? That's, like, law and order!"
Post by Seraphina Amare Morte'Poratore on Sept 28, 2015 23:37:48 GMT -5
“Yes, sir, I am an officer. That is all I can say at the moment, as this is a pending investigation. I will have to request you leave us alone.” the balded woman scolded the slurpee guy. Gwen's patient was running thin and she was beginning to regret helping this young fledgling; no amount of information was worth having to put up with G.I Jane over there. She could've just tortured some of the blood junkies in a local alley and probably figured out what she needed.
With the crowd dissipating it seemed the officer now had time for them. The officer's small attempt at a smile was noted by Gwen;it made her wonder if this woman actually cared about the situation or if she was just following protocol. She also wouldn't relinquish her grip on the young fledglings arm, it was as if she knew the girl might try to run away. Once they were out of ear shot the officer spoke “Now, Kelly and friend. I would appreciate your real names. I also do not want any more lies. I am perfectly aware of what you are, but I’m not going to hurt you. You’re obviously new to this, Kelly, and I’m here to help. As for you, Miss Sassy, you’re obviously a bit more experienced, we need to talk about all the newcomers you guys have made in this town. As for my intentions, I would not be telling you I knew all this if I did not want to help, you'd both have a bit of extra silver on you if I wanted.”
Everything was beginning to make more sense to Gwen now. This officer must be with the group that her sister had mentioned before, the unspokens or something like that. " Lets get two things straight here sister. First off the names Gwen not Miss Sassy; and second I'm here for the same reason you are. To figure out what exactly is going on in this town. So watch where your shoving the blame" Gwen rebutted attempting to conceal some of her inner frustration.Gwen turned her gaze to young Vampyre next to her " What exactly happened....?"
Post by Nym K. Wolf on Sept 29, 2015 2:36:25 GMT -5
Listening to the officer speak. She wondered how she was going to get away with all of this. Her maker was long gone by now. Sighing half way through the cops speech. She stopped clinging to the purple haired lady’s arm and stood up straight. Her eyes looked at the ground as if to say she was ashamed of what had happened. Then her eyes connected with the officer’s. ”Silver? What does that do?” Once again, her maker had left something out. Nym crossed her arms as if she was defending or guarding herself. Her face showed a mix of emotion. You could see the shame, yes. But, there was also sadness, betrayal, confusion, fear. Just to name a few. Not to mention, learning that a human knew of her kind was shocking to her. My kind, just thinking of that word reminded her of her life before.
She was going to answer the cop when the woman Gwen said her piece first. She turned her head to look at her. That alliance was quickly killed off, she thought to herself. The splurpee guy had followed them and made another smart ass comment. Nym couldn’t tell if he was actually trying to upset the cop. Or, if he just had no filter. Either way, she found him a little funny. He definitely made the situation less tense. Well, for her anyway. She wasn’t sure what to do now. This guy had come along and said he saw everything. Nym looked back at the cop, then at Gwen.
Not knowing where to start. She glanced at the splurpee guy. Not knowing if the two women wanted her to talk in front of him or not. But, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. They wanted to know what happened. Fine. Maybe they would let her go. Maybe this Gwen would take her in. Though, she doubted that judging by her attitude with the cop just now and herself. Nym took a deep breath, ”Fine. But, I want it on the record that I didn’t ask for this. My father brought me here for my first kill. I didn’t listen to him and well. You saw the outcome. I was suppose to talk to the guy, lead him away if I could and feed. Then, I was suppose to snap his neck and leave his..” Nym was speaking quickly, but the thought of actually killing the human came flooding back in her mind. She turned away from the two women and slurpee dude and vomited. She was holding her stomach as she gagged on the blood that was coming up.
Nym moved away from the vomit and crouched down. Still holding her stomach. ”Leave his body in the woods. A year, my father has taken me on many first time kills. I’ve never gone through with it. So, tonight. He left me here after trying to kill the man. I heard the guy still breathing and decided to help.” Her voice was shaky as she spoke now. She looked at Gwen, ”Some predator I turned out to be, huh.” Half smiling at the woman. Standing now. As some of the pain had left her stomach. She looked at the officer. ”So. What will you do with me? Cause, killing me would only release me from this nightmare. And, it’s not like I’m good at it.” She moved her gaze to the ground. Not wanting to see their faces. The wind blew again and with it came a familiar smell. Her father was here. Probably heard the whole thing. Nym knew she would die tonight. If not by the officer’s hand or Gwen’s. Her father’s for sure. She had went back to crossing her arms. Her red hair had moved with the wind and covered some of her face. She didn’t bother moving it. Since, it made a veil to hide herself from the others. Though, she was waiting on the worse thing to happen.
Post by Bridget Cleary on Oct 4, 2015 15:15:37 GMT -5
Before they had gone over, the strange slurpee man had declared himself as a witness. Bridget had sighed, telling him that she only wished to speak with the witness of the crime, not the saving of the man, and that she had witnessed that, so she did not need his help. She then proceeded to shoo him away before beginning the conversation that began with ‘Now, Kelly and friend…’
That conversation continued, and Bridget was surprised to learn that Ms. Sassy (aka Gwen, as she made abundantely clear) was also there to help with the vampyre problem. Bridget didn’t mind, as the UNSAIDs had collaborated with supernaturals before. Some of them held the UNSAID mission of keeping things quiet very high on their priority lists as well.
The other vampyre proceeded to go on a rant, explaining herself. She was quite obviously new to this, as Bridget had assumed, and the Director sighed.
“Silver will kill you, for future reference. Not today though, as I’m going to let you go. As for your ‘father’, I suggest you leave this town and find yourself another tribe. You should also learn to disguise what you say a bit more, in case the average person is listening. Bit late now. As for you, you don’t have to ever kill anyone. There’s ways of sustaining yourself with little harm to other people.” Bridget explained. She hated when vampyres had the silly notion in their head that they had to kill their victims. It wasn’t sustainable, and eventually attracted people like her to step in.
“I’m going to say I was right on the money, Kelly, and guess that you don’t realize that you should never allow yourself to be video tapped. You won’t show up, but your clothes will. This time, you’re safe, I’ll have my friends take care of that, but next time it might get you caught, which will kill you. It’s clumsy. Your tribe is, no offense, extremely stupid if they haven’t told you everything.”
Last Edit: Oct 4, 2015 15:27:15 GMT -5 by Bridget Cleary
Post by Benjamin Locke on Oct 4, 2015 21:24:36 GMT -5
Ben overheard everything. He was right there, after all, sipping away at his sugary frozen drink. All efforts to shoo him would be fruitless.
As the scene unfolded before him, Locke couldn't help but feel as if he were in the middle of a soap opera rather than real life. Well, a very close observer. Technically this didn't really have anything to do with him and he'd switch channels the moment it got boring so the young man wasn't really in the middle. But whatever.
Apparently, Gwen and Kelly weren't really friendsand also apparently Gwen did not appreciate being called sassy even though she was being super duper sassy. "Wait. So you guys aren't even friends? Woah." Ben asked, a confused expression on his face. Ooh. The plot thickens, the young man thought to himself as he took a break from his slurpee to eat a handful of gummy bears.
"OMG. You were the one who attacked that one dude with the blood and the ambulance? Wooah." He looked awfully puzzled, as though the young man was so confused at this point that he wasn't even sure what he'd heard.
"Why would she wanna kill you? Cops are supposed to arrest people. Also, she admitted to trying to murder a dude and you're just letting her go? Not very cop like." He will then sip from his slurpee, raising his brows as if to say Waht? Got nothin' better to do tonight so I might as well stick around.
Uh oh. There came that dreaded sound, informing Ben that he was nearly out of icy deliciousness. Nooo!