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undergrounds2015-09-27 05:10 pm
youronlylaw) wrote in undergrounds2015-09-27 05:10 pm
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Every 30 years...(OPEN)
A) So they dug your grave
1:30
Every phone number he had was called, every email he could send was written. Every door he could knock on was hammered on so hard his knuckles and wrist ached with the pain of it. He had gone to see Skip at midnight and it was a short conversation with a gun between them both that led him away empty handed. She was adamant about staying put with her family.
While he could respect that, James didn't think he'd have a fiance by the morning.
He did manage to think of one useful thing to do before the eclipse sapped him of all his strength. And headed to the one place he knew would sell him a handgun of his own with no questions. It wasn't legal in the slightest, but if criminals could do it - why shouldn't he tonight?
James tried to appear subtle as he knocked on the metal cover to the shop. It wasn't technically open, but from what he knew of it - there would be someone inside.
[Feel free to be the owner or someone walking past!]
B) And the masquerade
2:53
The actual eclipse was approaching fast and James was headed back to the warehouse he had determined would be their hold up. It was nothing like the Abbot Mill, but James was working on collecting that piece of property as well.
None of that was on his mind however, and instead he paid heavy attention to the darker corners of the streets and allies in fear of a vampire emerging from them to kill him and effectively ruin all his chances at advancement.
...It was a bit sad that he wasn't as concerned about his life ending.
Such was the price of ambition, he thought wryly to himself when suddenly he thought he heard something from behind him. Too paranoid to take any chances, James pulled a handgun from inside his jacket. It wasn't a registered weapon, but he didn't need to worry about that. If he actually used it, he would pull strings to get it swept under the rug long enough to make it disappear. It was better to think of the legalities instead of the last time he had held a gun.
His whole life had shifted then....hopefully this time wouldn't be as extreme.
"Back off."
His snarl was almost as impressive as it would have been with fangs and claws. Almost.
C) Will come calling out
James hadn't expected this to be quite so dramatic. Yes, he expected vampires to take advantage of their weakness to cull their numbers - but in force like this? It was something like a movie. They did, thankfully, have the aid of the Fae and some witches were protecting other groups that didn't want to band together into an easier target. But James believed that there was strength in numbers.
He hadn't expected for it to involve so much waiting though. It was his first eclipse, but he had heard stories about it being a train-wreck before from older pack members. They didn't tell him about the waiting, which was almost as deadly as the eclipse itself!
He looked down at his watch, anxious for the minute to pass. It felt like it would go on forever! He wondered if the vampires had managed to coerce a witch into slowing time...Was that even possible?
5:27
James felt his normal strength - for a werewolf - start to seep back into him. Like a dam with cracks in it; it was slow but it was steady. And showing no signs of fading.
"Finally," he sighed. A concerned and almost terrified frown began to morph into a toothy grin. The worst was over. Now they just had to drive the vampires back into their hole. With daylight coming in about an hour or so, it should be easy to survive the night even if their enemies were wearing Daylight Jewelry.
Their allies did their jobs, and loss of life wasn't great enough to feel. There were a few unavoidable deaths he knew he'd have to deal with in the morning. But for now? It was time to fight back.
D) At the mess you made
10:00
Coffee and breakfast were the only things he could think about after a night like that. He'd been offered a meal at other pack members homes and a place to wash up, but right now James wanted to be alone. There were some phone calls he had to make that he would prefer no one that knew him hear.
"Yes. If you could get back to me with the cost today I'd appreciate it. -- Yes. -- I want to pay for everything."
He said a short goodbye and turned his phone onto silent before burying his face in his hands. He looked a mess and felt worse. Did he honestly just agree to pay for not one, not two, but four funerals and wakes?
Yes. Yes he did.
He was going to be very broke for a while now. Might as well enjoy this breakfast.
E) is for Extra!
Open prompt!
1:30
Every phone number he had was called, every email he could send was written. Every door he could knock on was hammered on so hard his knuckles and wrist ached with the pain of it. He had gone to see Skip at midnight and it was a short conversation with a gun between them both that led him away empty handed. She was adamant about staying put with her family.
While he could respect that, James didn't think he'd have a fiance by the morning.
He did manage to think of one useful thing to do before the eclipse sapped him of all his strength. And headed to the one place he knew would sell him a handgun of his own with no questions. It wasn't legal in the slightest, but if criminals could do it - why shouldn't he tonight?
James tried to appear subtle as he knocked on the metal cover to the shop. It wasn't technically open, but from what he knew of it - there would be someone inside.
[Feel free to be the owner or someone walking past!]
B) And the masquerade
2:53
The actual eclipse was approaching fast and James was headed back to the warehouse he had determined would be their hold up. It was nothing like the Abbot Mill, but James was working on collecting that piece of property as well.
None of that was on his mind however, and instead he paid heavy attention to the darker corners of the streets and allies in fear of a vampire emerging from them to kill him and effectively ruin all his chances at advancement.
...It was a bit sad that he wasn't as concerned about his life ending.
Such was the price of ambition, he thought wryly to himself when suddenly he thought he heard something from behind him. Too paranoid to take any chances, James pulled a handgun from inside his jacket. It wasn't a registered weapon, but he didn't need to worry about that. If he actually used it, he would pull strings to get it swept under the rug long enough to make it disappear. It was better to think of the legalities instead of the last time he had held a gun.
His whole life had shifted then....hopefully this time wouldn't be as extreme.
"Back off."
His snarl was almost as impressive as it would have been with fangs and claws. Almost.
C) Will come calling out
James hadn't expected this to be quite so dramatic. Yes, he expected vampires to take advantage of their weakness to cull their numbers - but in force like this? It was something like a movie. They did, thankfully, have the aid of the Fae and some witches were protecting other groups that didn't want to band together into an easier target. But James believed that there was strength in numbers.
He hadn't expected for it to involve so much waiting though. It was his first eclipse, but he had heard stories about it being a train-wreck before from older pack members. They didn't tell him about the waiting, which was almost as deadly as the eclipse itself!
He looked down at his watch, anxious for the minute to pass. It felt like it would go on forever! He wondered if the vampires had managed to coerce a witch into slowing time...Was that even possible?
5:27
James felt his normal strength - for a werewolf - start to seep back into him. Like a dam with cracks in it; it was slow but it was steady. And showing no signs of fading.
"Finally," he sighed. A concerned and almost terrified frown began to morph into a toothy grin. The worst was over. Now they just had to drive the vampires back into their hole. With daylight coming in about an hour or so, it should be easy to survive the night even if their enemies were wearing Daylight Jewelry.
Their allies did their jobs, and loss of life wasn't great enough to feel. There were a few unavoidable deaths he knew he'd have to deal with in the morning. But for now? It was time to fight back.
D) At the mess you made
10:00
Coffee and breakfast were the only things he could think about after a night like that. He'd been offered a meal at other pack members homes and a place to wash up, but right now James wanted to be alone. There were some phone calls he had to make that he would prefer no one that knew him hear.
"Yes. If you could get back to me with the cost today I'd appreciate it. -- Yes. -- I want to pay for everything."
He said a short goodbye and turned his phone onto silent before burying his face in his hands. He looked a mess and felt worse. Did he honestly just agree to pay for not one, not two, but four funerals and wakes?
Yes. Yes he did.
He was going to be very broke for a while now. Might as well enjoy this breakfast.
E) is for Extra!
Open prompt!
D -- let me know if this is alright/needs changing at all! :'D
Whatever it is that he was discussing, it is obvious that it was not a pleasant topic of conversation. Childermass does not know what might have happened, he does not know the topic itself, but he recognizes that expression on the other man's face, as he hangs up. He recognizes the weariness, of someone who has been up all night. He is not a fool -- he has not survived in this world as long as he has, as an assistant of the great magician, Gilbert Norrell, without being able to follow the tables of the moon either. Either this man has been on a rather impressive bender, he's had a rather rough night, or, well. Childermass knows. And Childermass is rarely wrong, with such things.
"Rough night?" he asks, regarding the other man over the rim of his coffee mug, as he raises it and takes a deliberately casual sip. He has ever been a man to grab the tiger by the tail, as it were.
It's perfect~ sorry it took me a few days!
that's perfectly fine! :')
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B
It's probably not the smartest move he could ever make, but he knows he's got to act. The werewolves might be weak, but he's not, at least, not as a dog. So he'll keep an eye out for any werewolves, and if anything happens, he'll be there.
However, he's going to need nourishment if he's going to do this, so that means another meal scrounged from garbage cans. Which means knocking one over in an effort to seeing if there's anything good inside. And then finding himself, once again, on the wrong end of a gun.
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