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see the world through my own eyes [OPEN]
A) HILLINGDON HOUSE
Ringer didn't particularly frequent the House. It was the sort of destination she only recalled when she needed something, be that information, work, or a random need to connect with something beyond her own life. University and her private hunting kept her busy often enough that it could be isolating at times and while she wasn't one to mind the time to herself, the girl knew that she stood a better chance of survival if she had more allies. Besides, sometimes it was nice to spend time with people who could hold a conversation about vampires, witches, and the other allegedly fictitious creatures of the night.
She ran a hand through her hair, a perfunctory gesture to push it out of her face, and took a seat off to the side by the wall. One of the counselors at her old school said she would probably continue to want her back to a wall for quite some time, called it Post Traumatic Stress. The woman may have been right. Ringer considered it a logical and safer choice in places that might be less than friendly. Still, she had taken to talking to strangers and acquaintances alike, trying to follow that whole 'no man is an island' practice. For that reason, she glanced up to the person who seemed unoccupied and offered a simple, "Hey."
B) DARK ALLEYS AND DEAD BODIES
Ringer was an intelligent person. Unfortunately, she was also fairly new at this whole hunting thing and made more mistakes than she'd care to acknowledge. When she came upon a dead body in central vampire territory, it never occurred to her that it would be anything other than a supernatural death and supernatural creatures to deal with. Crouching over the body, she turned the young woman's head and pushed her hair back, examining her neck for the telltale injury. Except there wasn't one. Turning the body over completely, she found the mark instead on the woman's breast and rolled her eyes at the cliche, gloved fingers tugging the clothing to cover in a more chaste fashion.
It wasn't until she heard sirens suddenly roar to life not far away, her black gloves covered in blood, that it occurred to her how bad this might look. She stood from the body, frozen with momentary panic, wondering if she should stay and admit to finding the body or if she should bolt and hope there were no witnesses to her presence here.
C) LIBRARY RESEARCH
The London Library was known for its vast resources, one of the largest such public institutions in the whole of the country. It was here that Ringer went to conduct her latest research, seated at one of the many long tables and absorbed in her own world despite the people wandering by. At least she had the table to herself at present.
It was a two birds with one stone kind of day, her homework from uni scattered in front of her with her laptop to the right, while the research she had yet to do stood in stacks both on her left and in the center of the table. She was nearly finished studying for her exam on psychology, at which point she could switch to studying the horde of archive clippings on mass deaths from the London area stretching back the last 20 or so years.
Unless, of course, someone decided to interrupt.
Ringer didn't particularly frequent the House. It was the sort of destination she only recalled when she needed something, be that information, work, or a random need to connect with something beyond her own life. University and her private hunting kept her busy often enough that it could be isolating at times and while she wasn't one to mind the time to herself, the girl knew that she stood a better chance of survival if she had more allies. Besides, sometimes it was nice to spend time with people who could hold a conversation about vampires, witches, and the other allegedly fictitious creatures of the night.
She ran a hand through her hair, a perfunctory gesture to push it out of her face, and took a seat off to the side by the wall. One of the counselors at her old school said she would probably continue to want her back to a wall for quite some time, called it Post Traumatic Stress. The woman may have been right. Ringer considered it a logical and safer choice in places that might be less than friendly. Still, she had taken to talking to strangers and acquaintances alike, trying to follow that whole 'no man is an island' practice. For that reason, she glanced up to the person who seemed unoccupied and offered a simple, "Hey."
B) DARK ALLEYS AND DEAD BODIES
Ringer was an intelligent person. Unfortunately, she was also fairly new at this whole hunting thing and made more mistakes than she'd care to acknowledge. When she came upon a dead body in central vampire territory, it never occurred to her that it would be anything other than a supernatural death and supernatural creatures to deal with. Crouching over the body, she turned the young woman's head and pushed her hair back, examining her neck for the telltale injury. Except there wasn't one. Turning the body over completely, she found the mark instead on the woman's breast and rolled her eyes at the cliche, gloved fingers tugging the clothing to cover in a more chaste fashion.
It wasn't until she heard sirens suddenly roar to life not far away, her black gloves covered in blood, that it occurred to her how bad this might look. She stood from the body, frozen with momentary panic, wondering if she should stay and admit to finding the body or if she should bolt and hope there were no witnesses to her presence here.
C) LIBRARY RESEARCH
The London Library was known for its vast resources, one of the largest such public institutions in the whole of the country. It was here that Ringer went to conduct her latest research, seated at one of the many long tables and absorbed in her own world despite the people wandering by. At least she had the table to herself at present.
It was a two birds with one stone kind of day, her homework from uni scattered in front of her with her laptop to the right, while the research she had yet to do stood in stacks both on her left and in the center of the table. She was nearly finished studying for her exam on psychology, at which point she could switch to studying the horde of archive clippings on mass deaths from the London area stretching back the last 20 or so years.
Unless, of course, someone decided to interrupt.
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In the library, where Ringer had just entered, Annie sat at one of the desks, her own back to the wall, looking straight ahead. One hand was entrenched in her tangled red hair, pulling at it. The other dug into her leg in a failed last attempt to help ground her before she went away completely.
Eyes unfocused, she wasn't even aware that Ringer was speaking, only that there was so much blood and death around her.
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The woman was staring, not at anything in the room, but past all of the tangible objects back into her own mind. Although impossible to recognize or pinpoint precisely what the problem was, Ringer knew without question that something was wrong. She set her bag on the corner of the table and approached the woman slowly, speaking from a distance. "Hey. Are you okay? Can you tell me your name?"
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There were words, she could hear them, a young woman speaking. Slowly, she turned to her, eyes wide and unfocused. The girl was speaking to her. Asking a question. But she couldn't find the meaning behind them, find her own words. So all Ringer is going to get in response is a shake of her head.
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"Okay," she acquiesces to the shaking of the other woman's head. Ringer glances around the space before looking at the woman again. "You're safe here. It's the library. No one here is going to hurt you. I won't let them."
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"Safe," Annie repeats softly, after what feels like an eternity of trying to find her words. She looks at the other woman, her eyes still unfocused.
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"Safe," she reiterates. "I know what it's like to see terrible things. But you're not there anymore. This place is safe."
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She lets out a strangled cry and pushes herself backwards against the desk, against the wall.
"They'll get in!" She gasps, "can't invite them in, no no no." The school had been public property.
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Vampires. The woman has been a spectator or, more likely, a victim of the creatures. It's no wonder she's scared, especially if she knew nothing of vampires before being attacked. And surviving. "No one invited them. There are a dozen people here who would kill anyone that tried to attack."
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"Uninvited," she said softly, nodding. "Good- good- there were lots last time." Lots of capable hunters in her school. "Won't stop them, if they get in." The entire school had been over-powered. It had been an attack a long-time coming, a long-time planned, but how was Annie to know that? "Didn't stop them last time."
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B
He doesn't know who or what she is, but there's a dead body and he knows there was a vampire nearby here recently. This particular vampire has made meals of a few fae and Finnick's determined to put a stop to it, which is why he's out here with his trident which he's now pointing at Ringer's back.
"Don't move," he says, quiet and steady.
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"I didn't hurt this woman. I found the body and I turned her over to see if she was still alive." Her voice is level, though there's an edge of genuine worry. "Look at the wounds on her body, under the edge of her neckline. She was bitten by something."
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After giving Ringer a moment, he looks down at the dead woman and back up again. "Did you see what bit her?"
Humans can be so clueless sometimes. Some of them don't even know there are monsters hiding among them.
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She drops her hands to her sides again, not reaching for her weapon and hoping that, at least for now, she has no reason to do so. Dark jeans, black jacket. They almost match. For some reason, she feels like that might not be a good thing.
"I found the body," she reiterated. Then, taking a slight risk, she added, "Whoever bit her is gone."
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The sirens are blaring louder, and Finnick takes his eyes off Ringer just long enough to glance past her at the entrance of the alley. "We should go," he says. "This could look pretty bad for you."
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"Yeah." Ringer nods. Then she turns and starts down the alley behind her, away from the sirens. Partially to test his attitude, partially to test his skills, and partially because she doesn't know how far out the police actually are, she breaks into a run. She's graceful and well trained, not the fastest by any means, but she moves smoothly and at the pace of a decent athlete or soldier. If he follows, she'll make no effort to lose him. If he doesn't, she'll simply continue on her way.
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He checks behind them to make sure no one's following, and looks around to make sure no one's eavesdropping in. "So... you just found that body, did you?"
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It doesn't make sense for him to have followed her, not after saving her from the cops. Ringer runs a number of scenarios in her head as she makes a show of catching her breath, wondering if he's intending to kill her or wants to help, what race he is, and what his occupation is. It's possible she misjudged initially. After a moment, she straightens in order to reply.
"Yes." Simple as that. She has no reason to lie in this case. "Why did you follow me?"
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Sorry for delay - feel free to drop
no problem! sorry about my lateness too
<3
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why not c for a change in scenery? :')a
And so he finds himself doing more walking, taking in the sights. Buying a lot of coffee. Perhaps too much, if the shaking that's starting up in his hands is anything to go by. As he walks by the library, he decides why not go in. Something to do, somewhere to go. Idly wandering around, doesn't expect to find anyone he might recognize inside. So when he does, it's a welcome surprise.
"Psychology," Faolan drawls, reading over her shoulder. "That's some light reading there, that is..."
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"I'm enrolled in university," she replies dryly. Ringer reaches forward to close her laptop, in case her real name might be visible. It's a force of habit, oblivious to the fact that he knows it already. "Why are you here?"
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"Can't a man frequent a public place without raising suspicion?" he asks her, with a pointed stare, before tugging the chair out of the table beside her and dropping down into it. "I was in the area. It was something to do. Not my usual, to be true, but a way to spend the time. I suppose you don't believe in coincidences either, but it's the truth."
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"I believe you." Ringer lifts a hand to tuck her hair back behind her ear, her mind already calculating how much time she can afford to be distracted before needing to return to her studies. It's been some time since she's seen Faolan though and some part of her worried a little bit that he was dead. In spite of herself, she doesn't like the idea of always being alone. "Can you stay over tonight? There's a vampire who knows where I live. I don't know if he wants me dead."
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"I don't have anything with me," he points out, "I'm going to need a few things. A change of clothes... How soon do you need me there?" He's still not sure whether he'll need to work tonight. That's sort of the problem with being on-call for Kenzi. He never knows when she'll need him and when she doesn't. He supposes he can just leave Ringer at Hillingdon or something, if it comes to that. Safer than staying home alone.
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"I assume he followed me." Ringer's not one to elaborate more than necessary. She makes it clear the latter's not a problem, her tone light and nonchalant as ever. "I don't need you there. Come if you can, but I'll be fine if you're busy. He's known for a few days already. Your presence would be another precaution. That's all."
She's planning to kill him when she has time, having made certain that he has no allegiances in town and no interested parties. Unfortunately, exams and studies have gotten in her way as of late, forcing her to put her hunting party on the back burner and focus on keeping her marks up.
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"I said I'd come, didn't I?" he counters. "I'll be there. But unless you're volunteering a change of clothes, I'd rather grab some of my own, if it's all the same to you. My standards may be rather low but I do have them, you know."
sorry for delay!!
It's not an invitation for him to live with her, nor anything particularly intimate. With Ringer, it's barely a comment of camaraderie if one doesn't know her well enough to understand her paranoia. But because he does, it should mean something of her trust in him, willing or not.
you are more than forgiven :')
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timeskip? :'Da