Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Jan 17, 2007 14:01:39 GMT
Continued from: Bo's Apartment with Bo
Fiona wasn't going to lie, for once. She was exceedingly jealous of the silver beauty that was Bo's motorbike. While both Bo and 'Skid' had taken to teaching her the finer points of racing, neither really seemed willing to let Fiona ride on her own. Which, of course, maddened her to no end.
"Bo, I hate you," she told him with a lopsided grin. The fingers that weren't clenched around the strap of her helmet played delicately across the bike's metallic finish. "You and Ian both."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Jan 17, 2007 18:36:11 GMT
It wasn’t just because Bo was exceedingly possessive of his bike, but it was also that he was afraid of Fee getting seriously hurt if she crashed or skidded out of control; he’d let her ride with him, whether he was at the handles or behind her, but he wasn’t about to let her take it for a spin on her own. No way. Though he acted like he didn’t give a damn about anything or pretty much anyone outside of himself, he would never really be able to forgive himself if something happened to the young woman who stood beside him.
He shrugged openly. “I know.” He grinned. “We both do.” Sure, they both knew Fee couldn’t actually hate them, but something childish inside of him was proud of her jealousy about the bike. He swung his leg over to straddle the body, and smirked at her. “Well, you comin’, or are you just gonna stand there and glare at me?”
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Jan 17, 2007 20:03:37 GMT
She gave him a punch to the shoulder for his cheek, but didn't fail to hop on behind him. Her helmet was placed carefully upon her coifed hair, the visor set in place, and when Bo brought the engine to life, Fee leaned forward, locking her jacket-clad arms around his waist. It was all the young human could do not to bounce with excitement. Ian was fun to ride along with, but he was entirely too careful when she hitched a ride. Bo, however, had stones.
They manouvered carefully out of the parking garage, but that didn't last long. Fiona's arms squeezed the werewolf's torso briefly when he revved the engine; the sound sent a pleasant thrill through her.
"Let's go!" she crowed.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Jan 19, 2007 18:05:20 GMT
Revving the engine only riled Bo’s wolf, making it want to growl back at the bike almost, but with a laugh beneath his own helmet, he denied that urge, waited for a gap in the traffic, and peeled out of the garage quickly and neatly, like a knife slicing through butter.
The journey wouldn’t be long, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be fun, and Bo intended to push the limits on the way; Fee was holding on tight, and he wouldn’t take risks with her life, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have their fun on the way…
Continued at: Lunacy; Club Exterior with Fee.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Feb 13, 2007 3:06:44 GMT
Continued from: Lunacy; Club Exterior with Bo
They roared into the parking garage and this time, Mimi managed to hold back a shriek. The joyride had been nothing short of thrilling, but more than one near miss had made the young human squeal or otherwise voice her surprise before she broke off laughing. Of course, now she wasn't sure if her legs would function once she had to slip from the bike...
Fortunately, she didn't have to address that problem right away. Bo pulled them into an open spot and once he had killed the engine and knocked down the kickstand, Mimi whipped off the helmet. Face flushed with delight, she giggled down Bo's ear and then quite suddenly manouvered herself around him til she straddled his lap so she could face him.
"Goddamn, Bo," she laughed, one had still gripping her borrowed helmet. "You're one hell of a daredevil."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Feb 15, 2007 0:39:57 GMT
“You only live once,” he told her, glancing back over his shoulder with a cheeky grin that was entirely too trademark for him. As they dismounted the bike, he slipped the keys from the ignition, checked the bike was in a safe position, and then started leading the way to the complex’s entrance, so they could head on up and to his building. Not that he was eager or anything… but hanging around in a parking garage wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time.
He held the door open for her, the most gentlemanly thing he was likely to do on any given day, and made something of a grand gesture for her to go ahead. As she passed him, he watched her for a moment, biting his bottom lip as wolfen eyes betrayed his mischief, and then he followed on through.
Continued at: Building C; Bo’s Apartment with Mimi.
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
Posts: 90
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Post by Thatcher on Sept 2, 2007 0:39:25 GMT
Continued from: Apartment Complex; Building C; Thatcher’s Apartment.
As soon as he stepped through the still-swinging door into the subterranean parking level, the lighting low save for the odd glow towards the entrance where daylight penetrated, he caught sight of his car, taking mental note of its condition as he walked towards it, spinning his keys once more around his finger as he approached. Nothing had happened to it in the few hours between his getting home and now. Good.
Pausing only briefly to run his hand over the smooth surface that stretched up from hood to roof alongside flawless glass, he opened the door and climbed in, having hit the lock on the way over from the entrance. The rogue werewolf didn’t need to waste time adjusting the seat or the mirror, knowing everything was in its rightful place even as he sat down, swinging the door shut behind him.
There was no movement in the garage. Either everyone who started work in the mornings was already out or they were lucky enough to have the day off. That, or they just didn’t drive, and used the ground level exit from the buildings. Still, he glanced towards the other entrances to the garage, one from each other building in the complex, and then turned the key, unable to keep the brief smile from coming to his face at the sound of the deep purr from under the hood of the Mustang.
Thatcher still missed the old-fashioned modes of transport, having been quite the horseman when he was human, but when manufacturers created such visually stunning options for travel, well, who was he to complain?
Shifting the classic car into gear, he put his foot on the gas and wound it expertly out of the garage, and onto the street.
Continued at: Cole’s Territory; Restaurants etc; Lorraine’s.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Oct 12, 2007 0:00:51 GMT
Continued from: Building C; Bo's Apartment
With her borrowed helmet in hand, Mimi followed Bo down to the parking garage, chuckling quietly to herself. Their wicked-fast race to the building the night before had been nothing short of exhilerating; for his recklessness, the werewolf definitely had a handle on his bike. He knew how to push the limits without risking too much, though Mimi had found herself holding on for dear life.
Granted, this time probably wouldn't be any different. "Such a rebel," the blonde 'tender teased when she swung a leg over Bo's bike and slid back to give him room. "Just don't piss the cops off too badly, huh?"
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Oct 20, 2007 17:52:13 GMT
Bo knew his bike inside and out; he understood its quirks and behavioural ticks better than anyone, and that was one of the reasons he never let anyone else ride it. She was a complicated machine, and temperamental at times, but with Bo in control, she’d never really played up. Once, Skid had taken her out for a spin, and she’d tried to cut out on him more than once. Bo had laughed, of course, but as soon as the other wolf had brought the bike back, he’d checked her over from ‘head’ to ‘tail’ for anything out of place.
Mounting the bike ahead of Mimi, he laughed when she told him not to piss off the cops. “But that’s half the fun.” He glanced back at her, blue eyes practically glowing with mischief. “But it is broad daylight, and we are expected at the hospital, so… we’ll try it your way.” With a smirk, he slipped his helmet on, hearing her do the same behind him before he fired up the bike’s engine and started them towards their destination.
Continued at: St. Benedict’s; ER Front Desk with Mimi.
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Rune
Rogue Werewolf
Mercenary
Posts: 15
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Post by Rune on Oct 5, 2009 2:30:11 GMT
POST TIMESKIP[/size]
It wasn’t the most engaging or notable of cars; a dark blue so deep it was almost black, bonnet slightly marked, the whole frame worn by age. Then again, that was precisely why Rune Wynter liked it so much. The whole point was to be unnoticed and her current car was prefect for that. It was just old and tatty enough to slip by without a second glance or thought while at the same time lurking under that innocent shell was an engine and system capable of pulling tremendous speeds when the need arose. It had cost Rune more than a little bit of money to set it up just how she wanted it but it had been worth every cent. The best part was that if the need arose, it was utterly disposable, Rune’s work ensuring that she had enough savings to buy a similar car several times over.
The dark haired wolf leaned back in the front seat of her car, bonnet still warm from the recent drive. A quick glance around the parking lot revealed it to be empty and so Rune remained where she was, flicking through the photos on her digital camera. She could have quite easily waited until she was back in her apartment to look over her work but the sooner the photos were checked and deemed satisfactory, then the sooner she could get paid and forget about this whole business.
A simple reconnaissance mission. Normally Rune didn’t hold with such things, finding the idea that someone would hire her just to follow another person or object with the unspoken implication that another would be paid to carry out whatever deed… annoying. Insulting almost, that she wasn’t considered worthy enough to do both halves of the job, and worse, she got the ‘easy’ half. Her employer had been persistent however, paying far above the average for the work and in the end greed had won out over pride. She had the finished work in her hands and all that remained now was to arrange the final transaction.
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Amirah
Rogue Werewolf
Bounty Hunter
Sure fatal doses, malcontent through osmosis.
Posts: 53
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Post by Amirah on Sept 5, 2010 18:31:17 GMT
POST TIMESKIP.
Continued from Cole Stanton's Territory; Alleys and Streets, Wetlands.
Tracking down Thatcher Ward wasn't hard if you knew where to look and who to ask, neither of which were things that the blonde knew of course because she didn't know the city. What she did know were the habits of vampires and that they talked, and if the Warden had made Los Angeles his home and territory they would be talking about him. It hadn't take the bounty hunter very long to track down a little cluster and 'persuade' one of them to tell her what she wanted to know. Finding one of his haunts had lead her to his scent and from there it had been a piece of cake, it was like any other job.
When she pulled into the parking garage of the apartment complex and killed the engine in a space near the exit she sat in the vehicle for a few minutes, pressing her fingertips into the dips of the opposite hand one after the other, tightening her gloves. Asking for help wasn't in her nature, she didn't like to rely on anyone or put her faith in something that she wasn't certain she could trust but she was in an impossible position and she couldn't let her pride get in the way of finding her oldest sister. Surayya was more important than her stubbornness and that was a fact, one that repeated through her head in a canon. Finding her and freeing her was Amirah's immediate goal, the only thing that mattered to both the woman and to the bristling black wolf within her at present. Sometimes she felt that it wanted to find her siblings more than she did in her human skin, the intensity of the hunger was overpowering, blinding. For the time being all of that was focused on just one of them, the closest, the only one she could find.
It had been years since she and Thatcher had last crossed paths, they moved in similar circles but they had different goals and Amirah had spent much of the last decade in South America. Still he was the closest thing she had to a friend and right now she needed to swallow her pride and ask him to help her.
Finally she got out of the car and glanced around the parking garage with wary eyes, keys in hand. It wouldn't take long to figure out which apartment was his, where his territory was within the complex. Amirah headed towards the staircase.
Continued in Building C; Thatcher's Apartment.
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Amirah
Rogue Werewolf
Bounty Hunter
Sure fatal doses, malcontent through osmosis.
Posts: 53
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Post by Amirah on Jul 14, 2011 22:30:38 GMT
Continued from Building C; Thatcher's Apartment.
Silence prevailed on their way down to the garage. Amirah cast her green eyes around as they moved through the hallyway outside his apartment and then in the elevator. Amirah didn't like elevators and never had. Since their inception in the previous century she had been leery of these contraptions that carried people up and down narrow, dark shafts. Frankly she would always be happier climbing buildings on the outisde or running up a dozen flights of stairs instead. This time she stood stiffly and creaked her gloves over her knuckles, her eyes on the moving numbers. When the doors opened she was out of them like a shot.
It was hot in the parking garage, it was always hot in Los Angeles but the puddles of shadow eddying around concrete pillars seemed to insultate the place. Amirah headed towards her SUV without explanation as to what she was doing. It wasn't that she meant to be rude, as usual she just wasn't used to communicating her thought process to someone having spent so long alone. After unlocking the vehicle she opened the back seat and pulled out a folder which she tucked under her arm as she closed the door and locked it again. Only then did she actually return her attention to Thatcher fully. "Information you will find useful," she said by way of an explanation.
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
Posts: 90
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Post by Thatcher on Jul 29, 2011 0:42:35 GMT
Amirah gave no explanation and Thatcher asked for none, simply turned his head and watched her at a slight angle as she marched purposefully towards what had to be her vehicle, his pace slowing just enough so that he wouldn't leave her behind -- not that she wouldn't be able to track him; she was very good at that, one of the best even -- while she retrieved whatever it was she had gone to retrieve from her car. When she rejoined him his gaze dropped to the folder and then lifted to her face. He gave her a nod as they continued on their way. When they got back to the complex he would take a look at it, for now it could sit in the car while he showed her what she needed to see.
Thatcher's car was parked where it always was and he made short work of unlocking it, slipping inside without a word. The Mustang looked a little out of place amongst the simpler, more modest vehicles, the estates and the sedans and the SUVs but Thatcher had never cared very much about that. While it was undeniable that the car attracted attention and with his reputation he hardly needed any help with that, there had come a point in his life a few months back when he had felt the need to actually invest in something that was his. Thatcher didn't have much in the way of material possessions outside of his weapons and if he was brutally honest the car was an indulgence that he had decided he deserved if only because he never indulged in anything else outside of brute violence.
Even before Amirah was inside and settled he had turned the engine over, taking a moment as usual to just listen to the throaty growl of it, feel it with one hand set on the top of the wheel. He didn't smile or show any outward signs of appreciation but there was no denying the fleeting rush he felt whenever he started up the car. Silly really, he knew, but he was fond of the vehicle all the same.
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Amirah
Rogue Werewolf
Bounty Hunter
Sure fatal doses, malcontent through osmosis.
Posts: 53
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Post by Amirah on Jul 31, 2011 22:34:21 GMT
Typically Amirah only noticed the car in so much as she was getting into it and it... had wheels. It was transport. That was all any vehicle was to her. There was a blinkered nature to the female wolf. She saw many things at only their face value if they were not pertinent to the task at hand, to her overall goal. Everything and everyone around her were little more than a means to an end and that was the way it had been for centuries.
Another wave of tiredness came over her as she slid into the passenger seat, however and she ground her teeth together hard, literally gritting her way through the rest of the night was what she intended to do. It wasn't just that she wanted to get this task complete, to have at least a simple layout of the city in her head in terms of territory; it was now about pride as well. Thatcher had brought up the idea that she might need to rest and she had said no and now she had to prove it to him and to herself just as much. There was no room for doubt, not self-doubt at least, she had to know what she was still as hard and unyielding and tough as nails as she had been fifty or a hundred years ago and she would prove it to herself in little ways along the road. Staying awake for five days (then six or seven) was just another test, it was just another obstacle she had to overcome, a small hurdle that was nothing in the long run. So she sat next to Thatcher as he brought the car to life and glared out of the windshield and told her body and her mind that she was not going to display anything that could be taken as a weakness for the rest of the night. Already she had given away so much, that she needed his help, that she couldn't do this alone. Enough was enough.
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
Posts: 90
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Post by Thatcher on Aug 7, 2011 21:42:02 GMT
Once Amirah was inside the car all the way and her door was shut, Thatcher saw no need to delay the process of getting underway any longer. If he noticed her weariness -- and it was a safe bet that he did; he was a hunter and an old, experienced wolf, and had the tables been turned there was no doubt in Thatcher's mind that she would notice the same sort of signs in him just as easily -- then he didn't mention it, as much as it might have been a victory, no matter how small. Instead he took one hand from the wheel, shifted the muscle car into reverse and backed them out of his space. Thatcher steered the car using only one hand, a clear sign of just how much experience he had with its power and particular quirks. Thatcher had driven enough cars in his time to know how they worked, which ones would give you trouble and which ones would respond at the slightest touch.
Shifting the car again he got them on their way towards the exit, navigating the parking garage with the ease of a man who travelled the same paths often and soon enough the lights of the city beyond could be seen through the windshield at the top of the ramp leading up and out onto street level. Thatcher glanced towards Amirah one last time before he took them up the ramp and out into the city.
CONTINUED AT: Main Streets with Amirah.
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