I'm fairly local; I've been around (OPEN)

[viduation]

A. DAY:

[ creature of the night he may be, Derek's life is far from nocturnal. admittedly, this is partially because he sleeps less than he probably ought to, especially these days. however, it's also because even in London, there are places that aren't 24/7. yet. a bank. a decent mechanic. somewhere that sells smores flavoured pop tarts. combined with his own restlessness, and a sense that he still doesn't quite belong, Derek is unable to hang around at the den all day.

when he's out, he's watchful. even on the streets of the city centre, Derek has come to learn that he can't afford to overlook anything. perhaps it's an inhuman kind of scent that has his gaze catching, lingering, or perhaps a face he recognizes from the Redbright ball has him staring in heavy, curious scrutiny. maybe he simply has to squeeze past the same PETA collector on the street, muttering something about no goddamn escape. ]

B. NIGHT:

[ after the sun sets, Derek retreats to his own territory. generally speaking, he's not looking for a fight, and lurking around other areas of London at night is sometimes as much a provocation as is necessary. he keeps to the east end, hemming along every county line like a sentry, watching - waiting, maybe - for any suggestion that things are not as they should be on his turf. his. he'd never considered it in those terms when he'd been following Laura's lead, when there had been another alpha running things. aside from an inherent wolfish sense of territory, he'd felt little investment. now, his position has changed, but the disconnect here lingers. in the wake of his own hasty decision making, he still feels like he's standing in. that only makes him all the more tense.

and all the more eager to work. he covers a surprising amount of distance on foot, keeps his ear to the ground to keep track of what's going on. maybe it's quiet. maybe it's not. but he stays out late.

if, on his unofficial patrol, he comes across something or someone that seems like they shouldn't be here - well, Derek follows. ]

C. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!

( catch all! feel free to tag in with your own starter - just give me a heads up if you're looking for anything in particular - or let me know if you'd like a specific heading! 8] )

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[emotioneater]

[He looks upwards at the night sky, saying a silent prayer while seeking out patience. God give him the strength not to rip out the wolf's throat and drink his blood. There's a sigh that comes out more like a groan, his only acknowledgement that Derek might have a point.

He pulls his motorcycle over to the curb, killing the engine, and hopping off. He's too proud to actually say Derek's right, so he just jumps on ahead in the conversation.]

You'll be better at finding him than I will with that nose of yours. He, uh, hasn't been bathing the past couple days 'n smells like it.

[viduation]

[ that's better. he doesn't say as much - he's bold and prideful, but not a complete idiot - though it might show briefly in his expression as the vampire finally stops the bike. ]

Got it. [ he says, somewhat drily. it's a starting point, even if Derek considers it to be a fairly lackluster one. ] What else can you tell me?

[emotioneater]

His name is Erik Treacle. He's about so high-- [Cooper raises his hand up to about the six foot mark.] with dark hair 'n eyes. He accidentally got vampire blood in his system and then had the rotten luck t'get hit by a bus.

[There's anger in his voice, though it's no longer directed at Derek. That doctor is going to pay dearly for injecting his patients with his little "miracle drug." Cooper hopes he's there when it's time for comeuppance.]

So don't go in guns blazing. Kid's already confused enough as it is without having a wolf tearing inta him.

[viduation]

[ Derek has no qualms about killing some newborn vampire if it comes to it. if he's a threat, he needs to be dealt with. but he would prefer that it didn't come to that. the knowledge that the kid has had a rough start doesn't endear him to his plight, but it does evoke a restlessness in him.

he hopes it doesn't come to that, but if it does - ]

That depends on him, [ he says, but there's a measure of understanding in his expression, less aggressive and more flat, resolved. ]

[emotioneater]

I doubt he's going t'get aggressive, but if he does, I can handle a newborn on my own. Those newly turned tend t'be kind of stupid.

[He tries to think like one. If Cooper was newly turned, and had ended up in territory where he shouldn't have gone, where would he go? The answer would be wherever there was the most people to feed off of.]

Don't suppose you know where the local spot is 'round here? He's going to head for where there's lots of folks. Better chance t'pick one out of the crowd that way.