whatmatters: (chess)
Ringer ([personal profile] whatmatters) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-10-25 07:09 pm

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.
anniesgonemad: (blood)

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[personal profile] anniesgonemad 2015-10-26 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Annie was unoccupied, but that didn't mean she was responsive. She'd come to the house for her own research, looking up nests around where the Fourth District had been. Anything to try to hunt down those responsible for the massacre, and for ruining her life. Unfortunately, such research came with a lot of awful images, and even worse, flashbacks. This forced Annie into an uncomfortable head space, and it wasn't long before she found herself back at the school, covered in blood that wasn't hers.

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.
anniesgonemad: (unsure)

[personal profile] anniesgonemad 2015-10-29 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ringer won't get a response from Annie. Not for a few moments at least. Her nails were practically puncturing her jeans, her knuckles white. The hand in her hair was pulling, letting the weight of her arm hang down, doing the pulling for her.

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.
anniesgonemad: (halt)

[personal profile] anniesgonemad 2015-10-30 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
That she understood fully. No one was going to hurt her. This woman wouldn't let them. Okay. That was... that was good. Though how long could anyone last, was the question? She'd seen so many capable people taken out by vampires.

"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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[personal profile] anniesgonemad 2015-10-31 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Terrible things." The more words she can grab on to, the closer she is to coming back to the present, to being able to recognize the library, and ask the woman in front of her her name. But right now, she's focused on those terrible things, the blood and death and those fangs sinking into her neck.

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.
anniesgonemad: (crying)

[personal profile] anniesgonemad 2015-11-02 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
She wouldn't hurt her. Not without a reason, and so far, Ringer hadn't given Annie any sort. The monsters were in her head, however.

"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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thelittlemerman: (srs//good thing we're allies)

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[personal profile] thelittlemerman 2015-10-28 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Finnick can make himself very quiet. It's a skill he's developed since being free. He's seen when he wants to be and next to invisible when he doesn't. That's how he sneaks up right behind Ringer.

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.
thelittlemerman: (neutral//that's a bad plan)

[personal profile] thelittlemerman 2015-10-28 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She's human, which at least means she's not going to catch a sense of his blood and attack, but he's not quick to trust anyone, even other fae. He lowers his weapon however, and his tone becomes less threatening. "You can turn around now," he says. He almost looks like he could be a hunter, with his dark jeans and leather jacket, but the trident in his hand implies that something a little more complicated is going on.

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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[personal profile] thelittlemerman 2015-10-31 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Finnick raises an eyebrow at her. Who, she said. It's a clue that she knows what's going on, unlike most of the oblivious humans in this city, but he doesn't quite know for sure. He doesn't respect the law of the Night Council, but he's interested in protecting the secrecy of the fae, so it's not enough to reveal himself just yet.

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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[personal profile] thelittlemerman 2015-11-03 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Finnick's a good runner. He slips his trident into a holster on his back and takes off after her, though he's significantly more casual. He could just open a door and escape, but he wants to ask her more questions and he doesn't know where she's going. By the time she stops, he's not far behind, and he's not even out of breath.

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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reticence: (modern headtilt)

why not c for a change in scenery? :')a

[personal profile] reticence 2015-10-29 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Faolan's not exactly the type to frequent the library. Then again, Faolan's not exactly the type to frequent much of anywhere. And he's trying to keep a low profile, now that he's undercover. Doesn't want to be seen too much around Hillingdon, doesn't want to raise too many suspicions, doesn't want too many people to know who he is or what business he might be doing. It puts rather a damper on the places he can go and things he can do during the day, however. Especially since most of the people he knows are either involved in Hillingdon or the Night Council.

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..."
reticence: (modern huh)

[personal profile] reticence 2015-10-30 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Faolan raises his eyebrows at the question (and at the way that she's closed her laptop to protect her privacy from him -- she does remember he's been at her house, does she not? He'll have seen a lot more private business there already than he'd ever find reading her school work over her shoulder, he's sure).

"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."
reticence: (modern eyebrow raise)

[personal profile] reticence 2015-11-08 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Faolan can't help but raise his eyebrows further, but he nods slightly. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, I can. Though I have to ask, how in the hell did a vampire learn something like that?" And why doesn't she know whether it's after her or not? One question at a time, Faolan, one question at a time.

"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.
reticence: (modern eyebrow)

[personal profile] reticence 2015-11-16 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Faolan feels like he might as well keep his eyebrows permanently raised around this one. She reminds him something of himself when he was younger. Was he really so prickly? Has he really changed all that much since? He's not really in a position to say one way or the other, still being himself, after all.

"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."

you are more than forgiven :')

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timeskip? :'Da

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