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

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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[ Achievement Unlocked: Derek Hale smiled ]

You certainly chose a messy environment to move into. Territorial politics grow more irritating by the day. [ As little history as he has with them; the mere mention seems to threaten him with a headache. ]

We're territorial people, [ Derek comments nonchalantly, as though the idea doesn't stir up a headache of his own. he hates the levels of politics and bureaucracy here, but he's made himself a part of it. now there's no backing down. ]

Why involve yourself?

Because I don't have anything else to do during July.

...

At least, that's my revenge for your stupid answer about British food.

I have some questions I'm trying to answer about my own heritage and getting involved in this world seems like the best way to accomplish that. I've affiliated myself with Hillingdon first, though, so getting information about other groups in order to make trades is the only way I'm going to make much progress.

[ well, he probably earned that much. actually, the back and forth goes some way to putting him more at ease. the effect is somewhat dulled by the mention of Hillingdon, however. there are a lot of hunters out there, some that need to be taken out and some that can stay, and all of them need to be watched out for. ]

So what are you hoping to trade for, then? Hillingdon keeping tabs, I guess?

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