Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 23, 2015 19:28:31 GMT -5
She shrugged off his comment. If he had wanted 50 pounds of steak, she would have purchased 50 pounds of steak. Danielle would rather have a high credit card bill than be some rug somewhere (at least, that's what she had pictured happening). Danielle got situated in her seat while he stammered out some kind of question. She looked up and made eye-contact with him, waiting patiently.
"Did you uh, um...So I noticed...Well, you see..." he was saying. She arched an eyebrow and folded her arms over her stomach. See what? Noticed what? A waiter interrupted quickly to get drink orders and deposit menus. Danielle picked hers up and looked for something savory to eat. She listened carefully as she skimmed over the items.
"Seriously though, get whatever you want, Ben," she interjected quickly. She glanced up quickly at him, making sure she hadn't interrupted anything too important before looking back down at her menu, still listening.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 23, 2015 20:12:22 GMT -5
"Right, right. I will." Once the waiter came to take their order, Ben would ask for their ribeye, prepared rare. That was the way the young man liked his beef. Well, Locke actually preferred it to still be bleeding, maybe struggling a little bit, but that was just the hunter's DNA in him.
"I'd like your ribeye. Raw please. Lemonade would be cool for a drink," The young man told the waitor.
Once the waitor was gone and they'd both ordered, he continued stuttering, trying to get out what he was trying to say. "Well, so I... Uh.. You're very pretty, and, uh... So I wanted to know... Ya know... If, um, maybe..."
Gah! Ben had, like, no confidence when it came to this sort of thing. He didn't want to tell her how he felt in case she got angry at him, but Locke also feared what the possible consequences would be if he did not. What if the young man regretted it for the rest of his immortal life span? He'd probably just babble on until she stopped him.
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 23, 2015 20:30:21 GMT -5
Danielle ordered something similar. She was feeling particularly hungry at the moment. It slowly dawned on her she had not eaten since before she'd gone into the woods to enjoy herself. Bitterness crossed her features at the thought but were quickly dismissed when Ben started speaking again- well stammering. "Well, so I...Uh..You're very pretty, and, uh...So I wanted to know...Ya know...If, um, maybe..."
Danielle smirked a bit, not being able to help it. His question, though still definitely not asked, was too adorable. And the flattery didn't hurt a bit. "I'm very pretty? Really?" she repeated and leaned forward, twirling a bit of hair around her finger. She kept making eye contact with him. She knew- or could guess- what he wanted to ask, but he definitely had to ask. She was a lady after all, and ladies never did the asking. Even if they were bear ladies who yelled at people. A bear lady was still a lady.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 23, 2015 21:09:42 GMT -5
Upon seeing what Ben took for annoyance flash across her face, any sound at all ceased to come from his mouth. His mouth and lips kept moving but nothing was coming out. The young man wasn't even breathing anymore, he was so flustered. He looked something like a fish, a red fish that was very quickly turning blue from lack of oxygen.
The guy probably had like three minutes tops before he passed out on the table.
Gah! Pull it together, loser! He thought to himself. Ben was a frickin' immortal sphinx, for cryin' out loud! His ancestors were born and bred to defend the friggen gods! Locke should be able to ask one human woman a simple question.
The young man finally took another breath and closed his eyes for a second to gather his courage. There were only two possible outcomes. Danielle would say no, or she would say yes. Either way, Ben couldn't possibly be any worse of than he was. He was probably only so nervous because he'd seen her naked. That made Ben feel like such a pervert for being attracted to someone who didn't belong to his species.
"Would you like to go out some time?" Locke looked her in the eyes, face set. He mentally steeled himself. After this would come the big one. Also, he kind of hoped she'd say yes. Danielle was very pretty.
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 23, 2015 21:34:10 GMT -5
"Would you like to go out some time?" he finally asked. Danielle leaned back in her seat a bit, still twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she feigned contemplation. Unfortunately she couldn't manage a poker face and kept smirking. "Well," she began, her eyes flickering to the table and then back to his own. She paused only for a second to consider her words carefully. "I suppose...But only if you keep feeding me those compliments. I do like hearing how pretty I am." She winked and let a gentler smile fall on her face.
All joking aside, she continued, "But yeah, I think it'd be fun to go out sometime. We should exchange numbers or something. I dunno, how long are you in Wyoming for?" Danielle took another sip from her beverage and waited. Ben seemed like a good guy and his awkwardness was very endearing. Plus, the whole not-letting-her-die thing seemed like a general bonus. He was a cutie, whether he was human or not.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 23, 2015 22:03:46 GMT -5
That brief moment of feigned contemplation was hell. Ben managed to keep a straight face, even though he felt like he was dying inside. Luckily, Danielle seemed to have mercy and she didn't leave him hanging for too long. She accepted? That was weird. Locke resisted the urge to look at her curiously. He felt as if he was being deceptioned. Weird.
"Really? Huh. I mean, uh, great!" Ben smiled. He couldn't help it. "I have to admit," the young man began, running one hand through his short, kinky black hair in a nervous manner. "It's not often a beautiful woman agrees to date me. A lot of people find me weird."
"I'm a little surprised," Locke admitted. It was just then that the food arrived. His mouth watered at the smell of it. The young man wanted to just tear into it with his bare paws! But now. Ben was in the presence of a lady, so he began cutting into it with his knife shortly before one of the restaurant personnel approached their table.
"Um, excuse me," she began, looking between them nervously. She described Danielle's car and asked "Is that your car outside? There are some hick types fiddling with it." Ben immediately began to fear that he might not get to finish his steak so he ate a piece. Too bad. It was good.
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 26, 2015 10:38:06 GMT -5
Danielle shrugged at his modesty. "Well, I think you're cute," she replied simply, still smiling. The food arrived and she began to cut her food quickly, ravenous. But then, the waitress approached again. Danielle let out an annoyed groan at the interruption. She looked at Ben and then at the waitress, asking, "Did you at least notify the police? We'll go, you know, see what's up but...I dunno, call someone?" Danielle stood then and made her way towards the entrance to go check on her car.
She wondered, with annoyance, if the hunters they had evaded had truly been hunters of the supernatural. They would have thought to look for her car and get the plates and all that. She made a mental note to get those changed as soon as this was all over and inform someone in power that Wyoming ought to be wiped from the map. There, in the darkness, but from the safety of the door, she saw the hick types fiddling with her car. Tension filled her shoulders as she watched what they were doing. She had no weapons on her- they were in the car- and couldn't shift here. She was stuck, powerless, watching them work her car.
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Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 26, 2015 14:30:58 GMT -5
"W-we thought it best to talk to you first," The restaurant staff member said in reply to Danielle's question before scurrying away. The young man was savoring another bite of his steak before he got up to follow Danielle to see what was up.
Three men were... sniffing? Around inside the car. That was weird. One, a rather lanky individual who looked as if he was in the habit of cutting his own hair with a hunting knife, was the first to spot the two of them. He gave a whooping sound and the three of them clamored out of the vehicle.
"I tol' ja she werse fe-male!" The lanky one crowed, drawing out that last word. His grin revealed some surprisingly perfect teeth. Didn't make it any less creepy though. In fact, they only creeped the young man out even more. The man’s hands were tucked into his worn overalls and he stared at them with a smug grin on his face as he chewed on a piece of… What even was that? Grass or hay or whatever, Ben didn’t care. It was weird.
“Tol’ ja Pa’s sniffers ner wrong,” A second proclaimed, clapping the third on his back. This second one was just as tall as the first but he was graced with a very substantial gut that made him look that much bigger. His ruddy, pox scarred face leered at Danielle in a way that made Ben uncomfortable. Overalls, just like ‘Pa’.
The third, a short but stout individual, merely hooted. Compared to the other two, he almost looked normal. Well, except for the pants with suspenders and no shirt. His farmer’s tan was so bad it was almost painful for Ben to look at. The young man decided to refer to him as Junior.
None of the three were wearing shoes and, as they advanced on Danielle, Junior produced zipties. Pa was licking a knife while the big ‘un began to circle around, rubbing his fat hands together. All three positively reeked of animal and whatever they had in mind for her it didn’t look good.
Against his better judgment, Locke stood with her. The three glared at him and told him to beat it. The young man just stood there next to Danielle, a blank, almost bemused, look on his face. He turned to her but kept the three within the corner of his eye. No one else seemed to be around, as if they’d disappeared the moment these three had shown up.
“Erm. Why do I get the feeling these are the three losers from the forest? How do you want to handle... whatever this is?”
Post by Danielle Smith on Sept 29, 2015 13:01:06 GMT -5
Danielle's face seemed permanently set in disdain. They had been rooting around in her car? What stains and smells would be there now? Her arms crossed and she glared at the three men as they tried to communicate with one another. Appeared to communicate, but obviously language had failed to ever truly grace their minds. She was repulsed and wanted nothing more than for all three to blink out of existence.
"Erm. why do I get the feeling these are the three losers from the forest? How do you handle...whatever this is?" She looked at Ben and shrugged. "I have never had an encounter like this before- if they're 'sniffing' it leads me to think they might be like me...Or you," she tacked on after a moment. Danielle took a step back towards the restaurant, glaring at the three still. "What would you do in this situation? I mean, we can't really...do much considering our location, now can we?"
Post by Benjamin Locke on Oct 2, 2015 20:29:16 GMT -5
When Danielle suggested that the three men might be like him, Ben looked at the woman as if she were crazy. "These three losers? Like me? Not in a trillion years!" If one was being entirely honest, it took a considerable amount of willpower for the young man to resist the urge to begin ranting about his noble, immortal bloodline and how common pond scum such as the three before them could never possibly be anything even remotely related to one such as himself.
"From the way everyone mananged to conveniently disappear when this lot showed up, I'd venture to say that they know exactly what's about to happen, who these three are, and that nothin' pretty is gonna come from this. I say we kill em."
"Hey!" Shouted the big 'un from behined them, where he'd edged his way over the course of their brief conversation. "Who're you callin a loser!?" He demanded to know, his portly face nearly purple with rage. The man snorted. Snorting again, his features began to take on an even more porcine appearance. Two vicious tusks sprouted from his mouth and he dropped to all fours as thick, bristly hair began to sprout from his skin.
Meanwhile, on the scarecrow, 'Pa' that is, and Junior front, the irritating older man slapped his thigh. "Yee-haw!" He crowed. "You done it now, boy!"
"Don't hurt the girl too badly! She's tuh be yer new momma!" Pa snapped at the two of them in reminder. With that, Junior began to change into a wolf whilst Pa transformed into... Some half man, half bird thing?
"So he's a portly piggy and he's a mangy mutt," Ben pointed at Big 'un and Junior respectively. "What the hell are you s'posed to be? A were-chicken?" As the young man asked, he managed to casually produce a handgun from somewhere.
Post by Danielle Smith on Oct 11, 2015 16:18:38 GMT -5
"I say we kill em," Ben said, causing Danielle to look at him with surprise. "You got a way of cleaning them up after they're dead? I'm not exactly keen on the idea of, you know, driving them in my car." Danielle shot each of the hicks a dirty look and stretched her arms overhead. She didn't have any battle strategies, exactly. She was more of a whack at a person til they ran away in fear or she ran off herself. Hell, her first fight with a hunter resulted in her shifting back into a human and phasing into an empty building.
She was a lot more bark than she was bite. But she knew, if she had to, she could definitely bite.
Before she knew it, they were shifting. Disgust marred her pretty features as she watched more of her own kind reveal themselves. She could hardly dignify the thought of relating herself, a werebear, to them, werebeasts. They were crude and ugly and smelled rotten. "Yeah, lets kill them." Danielle looked anxiously around the parking lot, wary of shifting in such a public sphere. Instead, she waited to follow Ben's lead on how to handle these nasty excuses for shifters.