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undergrounds2016-03-22 09:15 pm
akillersmile) wrote in undergrounds2016-03-22 09:15 pm
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you'll never know what hit you
[ooc: This is the Kyle werewolf bite/curse log, plus random other stuff. Feel free to add a new thread or hit me up for plotting!]
i. WON'T SUSPECT A THING [CLOSED to Abigail] - backdated to earlier in March
Kyle arrived at the Widdowson Estate with relative calm. Where once the property was moderately intimidating, his previous chat with its owner had set him at ease and he now felt welcomed to the foreboding structure. Stepping up to the main stoop, he gave the door a few hard knocks and waited for either Abigail or one of her staff to open the door for him.
He wasn't expected and it didn't occur to him until standing at the door that she might not even be home. His concern for Alex was escalating, however, and if it was true that a witch could provide his friend with some kind of moon necklace, then he had to ask the most powerful witch he felt that he could ask. And then convince her that it was worth it, regardless of the price that he would need to pay.
ii. HURT YOU FROM INSIDE [OPEN to first response]
It was late into the evening when Kyle was out and about. While he hadn't exactly adapted the moniker of hunter, he had turned into something of a vigilante, keeping his eyes and ears out and trying to protect unsuspecting humans from vampires and other creatures of the night.
For once, it wasn't a vampire he stumbled onto, but a pair of injured people with what could only be animal scratches on their chests. Last he checked, there were no escaped wolves or rabid dogs in the area, which meant he was probably coming up on an actual werewolf. In wolf form. That would eat him alive.
He didn't pull his knife out yet, waiting for now as he followed the trail of blood. When he rounded the corner and came face-to-face with the werewolf, that's when he had a real problem. The thing was on him before he even had time to draw his weapon, teeth clamping down on his left shoulder while it clawed at his side. Kyle struggled to get the thing off of him, the air knocked out of him from hitting the ground.
[ooc: Feel free to jump in to fight it, scare it away, or find Kyle after it leaves!]
iii. THE POISON IN YOUR BONES [CLOSED to Nancy]
It wasn't the brightest idea. Nancy told him it was a less than ideal neighborhood and here he was, stumbling around it injured and desperate in the middle of the night. He found her building after some backtracking, disoriented and working off of a shit memory anyway, and ran his hand across all the buzzers. Someone finally let him in, while another tenant cursed him out for the late buzz and most didn't respond at all. Once inside, he made his way to Nancy's door and begin pounding on it.
His left arm was curled defensively against his body. Kyle had wrapped his t-shirt around the wound and tucked it under his hoodie, which he zipped up to hide his otherwise scratched and exposed torso as well. When Nancy finally opened the door, he practically fell against the doorway.
"Hi." A smile, red lips on a pale face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."
The black of the hoodie hid the color of the blood, but there were still traces on his face and his hair that the hood couldn't hide. With more light, even the black hoodie would reveal the moisture it absorbed.
iv. THE LOVER TO YOUR NIGHTMARE [CLOSED to Alex] - forward-dated to tomorrow
Nancy had taken care of the bulk of his injuries, but it was the curse that worried him more than the injuries or the pain. When he found out that it was something that couldn't be immediately healed, he'd waited until he was alone and allowed himself to break down for a minute. Then he slept it off.
Not that he slept well, or very long. More nightmares, now of himself killing someone and transforming into the monster that Alex was so afraid of. He refused to kill a living person, yet he also refused to live with the threat hanging over his head, like Skip did. He wanted to go back to being a normal human. And while there was a possibility of that, right now, he was running late for a breakfast date of sorts. They were supposed to be cooking french toast.
Kyle followed someone into the building and knocked on Alex's door. His hoodie hid what damage remained, though it was very apparent on his face that he'd slept like shit and wasn't exactly in full health. As if nothing was wrong, he offered her a smile. "Sorry I'm late."
v. A HEAVY BURDEN THAT YOU CAN'T BEAR (Clubbing) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Kyle wasn't running away exactly. He was biding his time, accepting his powerlessness while he waited for the witches that were helping him to do more. Since he couldn't do anything other than wait, he spent the time coping in his own way: loud music and alcohol.
He was on his fourth drink, already tipsy and trying to make his way to plastered. He spent equal time between the bar, ordering and drinking his shots and beer, and the dance floor, losing himself in whatever company he could find. It took him back to the days when he was the guy guys wanted to be and girls wanted to be with. When it was easy. Whatever could help him forget the rest of the shit for now, even if the ache in his shoulder was a constant reminder.
vi. WHAT YOU MADE OF ME (Hillingdon House) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Although not exactly a hunter, Kyle had been accepted as part of Hillingdon and had made casual acquaintance there for information and resources. Now it was time to step it up. He spent hours for days on end at the House, trying to find people with information to chat with, to find out more about everything there was to know. Including the political bullshit, trying to figure out where Hillingdon stood and who was with who.
His other objective was to buy a rifle. The soldier was missing his old best friend and the security she provided. He knew the laws, which is why he'd put it off this long, but Alex was right to keep a gun with wooden bullets. Between the vampires and the werewolves, Kyle was getting to be uncomfortably in over his head and wanted to remedy that.
i. WON'T SUSPECT A THING [CLOSED to Abigail] - backdated to earlier in March
Kyle arrived at the Widdowson Estate with relative calm. Where once the property was moderately intimidating, his previous chat with its owner had set him at ease and he now felt welcomed to the foreboding structure. Stepping up to the main stoop, he gave the door a few hard knocks and waited for either Abigail or one of her staff to open the door for him.
He wasn't expected and it didn't occur to him until standing at the door that she might not even be home. His concern for Alex was escalating, however, and if it was true that a witch could provide his friend with some kind of moon necklace, then he had to ask the most powerful witch he felt that he could ask. And then convince her that it was worth it, regardless of the price that he would need to pay.
ii. HURT YOU FROM INSIDE [OPEN to first response]
It was late into the evening when Kyle was out and about. While he hadn't exactly adapted the moniker of hunter, he had turned into something of a vigilante, keeping his eyes and ears out and trying to protect unsuspecting humans from vampires and other creatures of the night.
For once, it wasn't a vampire he stumbled onto, but a pair of injured people with what could only be animal scratches on their chests. Last he checked, there were no escaped wolves or rabid dogs in the area, which meant he was probably coming up on an actual werewolf. In wolf form. That would eat him alive.
He didn't pull his knife out yet, waiting for now as he followed the trail of blood. When he rounded the corner and came face-to-face with the werewolf, that's when he had a real problem. The thing was on him before he even had time to draw his weapon, teeth clamping down on his left shoulder while it clawed at his side. Kyle struggled to get the thing off of him, the air knocked out of him from hitting the ground.
[ooc: Feel free to jump in to fight it, scare it away, or find Kyle after it leaves!]
iii. THE POISON IN YOUR BONES [CLOSED to Nancy]
It wasn't the brightest idea. Nancy told him it was a less than ideal neighborhood and here he was, stumbling around it injured and desperate in the middle of the night. He found her building after some backtracking, disoriented and working off of a shit memory anyway, and ran his hand across all the buzzers. Someone finally let him in, while another tenant cursed him out for the late buzz and most didn't respond at all. Once inside, he made his way to Nancy's door and begin pounding on it.
His left arm was curled defensively against his body. Kyle had wrapped his t-shirt around the wound and tucked it under his hoodie, which he zipped up to hide his otherwise scratched and exposed torso as well. When Nancy finally opened the door, he practically fell against the doorway.
"Hi." A smile, red lips on a pale face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."
The black of the hoodie hid the color of the blood, but there were still traces on his face and his hair that the hood couldn't hide. With more light, even the black hoodie would reveal the moisture it absorbed.
iv. THE LOVER TO YOUR NIGHTMARE [CLOSED to Alex] - forward-dated to tomorrow
Nancy had taken care of the bulk of his injuries, but it was the curse that worried him more than the injuries or the pain. When he found out that it was something that couldn't be immediately healed, he'd waited until he was alone and allowed himself to break down for a minute. Then he slept it off.
Not that he slept well, or very long. More nightmares, now of himself killing someone and transforming into the monster that Alex was so afraid of. He refused to kill a living person, yet he also refused to live with the threat hanging over his head, like Skip did. He wanted to go back to being a normal human. And while there was a possibility of that, right now, he was running late for a breakfast date of sorts. They were supposed to be cooking french toast.
Kyle followed someone into the building and knocked on Alex's door. His hoodie hid what damage remained, though it was very apparent on his face that he'd slept like shit and wasn't exactly in full health. As if nothing was wrong, he offered her a smile. "Sorry I'm late."
v. A HEAVY BURDEN THAT YOU CAN'T BEAR (Clubbing) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Kyle wasn't running away exactly. He was biding his time, accepting his powerlessness while he waited for the witches that were helping him to do more. Since he couldn't do anything other than wait, he spent the time coping in his own way: loud music and alcohol.
He was on his fourth drink, already tipsy and trying to make his way to plastered. He spent equal time between the bar, ordering and drinking his shots and beer, and the dance floor, losing himself in whatever company he could find. It took him back to the days when he was the guy guys wanted to be and girls wanted to be with. When it was easy. Whatever could help him forget the rest of the shit for now, even if the ache in his shoulder was a constant reminder.
vi. WHAT YOU MADE OF ME (Hillingdon House) [OPEN] - end of March anytime
Although not exactly a hunter, Kyle had been accepted as part of Hillingdon and had made casual acquaintance there for information and resources. Now it was time to step it up. He spent hours for days on end at the House, trying to find people with information to chat with, to find out more about everything there was to know. Including the political bullshit, trying to figure out where Hillingdon stood and who was with who.
His other objective was to buy a rifle. The soldier was missing his old best friend and the security she provided. He knew the laws, which is why he'd put it off this long, but Alex was right to keep a gun with wooden bullets. Between the vampires and the werewolves, Kyle was getting to be uncomfortably in over his head and wanted to remedy that.
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She sighs.
"I'll think about it." Well. So much for that conversation.
"Are you planning on making this more of a habit? Should I take a first-aid course for when magic fails me?" Seriously, humans had some pretty useful items. They'd been able to help her wonderfully after her recent stay in the hospital.
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"We could take it together," he teases in response, though he agrees it might not be a terrible idea. "Just in case."
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She finishes rinsing out the rest of the shampoo, and moves away from the tub to fetch him a towel. It's not the fluffiest, but it does it's job. "Alright, I think you're good to go. I'll see what I've got for pain, if you want to get changed again."
She moves to leave the bathroom to start her mission.
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Kyle gingerly runs a hand through his hair to push it back, wincing with the effort. He carefully stands and steps out of the tub as Nancy retrieves the towel. He accepts it and immediately dries his face in order to give her a proper smile. "Thanks."
Once she leaves, he looks at his clothes and frowns a little. Kyle dries off as best he can with the injuries, removing his underwear and laying it over the bathtub's edge to dry. When he's finished, he wraps the towel around his waist and secures it with a twist. Then he walks into the other room to find Nancy. "Hey, uh, do you have some sweatpants and a t-shirt, by any chance? I'd rather not go commando unless I have to."
He doesn't mind being shirtless in her place, but he'll have to go home eventually. With his own shirt destroyed and the jacket patched with blood, Kyle feels a little weird wearing either. Unless he leaves right now, in the cover of the dark. But that still leaves the problem of zippers and chafing.
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While he's getting dressed, Nancy's cleaning up a bit, and looking for some sort of pain reliever. Kyle's reappearance (which she really has to appreciate, wounds or no) causes her to look up. "Of course- sweats and a t-shirt. I can't promise you'll look great, but I'll do what I can." She leaves the kitchen for the matter of clothing, and returns shortly with a pair of baggy sweat pants and some odd free t-shirt.
"I figured this would work better than yoga pants." She hands them over. "Keep your shirt off, I'm going to bandage the wounds when you're dressed."
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The sweatpants are a little short, but they fit well enough and he tugs them low on his hips to compensate for the length. He's a fraction of a second into putting on the shirt until he remembers the futility of the gesture. Kyle hooks the towel on what seems to be a drying hook and walks out of the bathroom again, laying the t-shirt over the back of a chair so he knows where it is for later.
Both his shoulder and side are red with inflammation, his shoulder also swollen and tight. He takes a seat where he was before, turning to face Nancy, trying to ignore the fact that blood is already slowly forcing its way through the thin scabs of his injuries. "I'd hardly call this dressed, but it seems like a good time to bandage some wounds."
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"Bloody- yeah, close enough. Take a seat and let's start taping this up as best I can." They were really gonna need some medical classes here. "I'm gonna lay down some gauze, and I'll need you to put your good hand on it, alright? Starting with your shoulder. Then I'll tape a large bit of tape over it, and repeat." It was more for her benefit than for Kyle's, as she explained her thought process.
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He nods at her explanation and says nothing against it. It seems as good a description as what they might do with him in the army hospital. Maybe a little more tape and a lot more profanity, but mostly with the same result. Kyle settles and waits for her, offering his hand as needed. "Do you do this a lot?"
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"What, tape up attractive half-naked men in my flat? No, can't say I have."
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He bristles at the idea, blaming the irritation on his fatigue and settling back down again, resting his arm on the table. "You can't take that back, you know. We both agree I'm attractive."
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"I'm not sure," she has to admit. "I always thought healing came with the bite." More research for her to do.
The humor brings a breath of fresh air into the room, lightening in up just the smallest amount. A nervous smile, and Nancy laughs. "I'm not dead, I can notice when someone's attractive."
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He wonders at the idea of magical healing, wonders if it will make him faster and stronger as well. There's so much he doesn't know. Kyle makes a mental note to ask Skip about it, to clarify her previously vague descriptions that didn't matter so strongly before. "If I wake up with the shoulder of a model, we'll know I'm a superhero."
Or something.
"And I know you're not dead," he replies, gaze briefly trailing over her body, the words a subtle compliment in return. "I just figured I'd rate about average with your exposure to a wide type of men."
A beat. "Or is it women too? Do you..?"
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"What?" She stops bandaging to give him an odd sort of look. "You were bitten by a werewolf, not a radioactive wolf. There's a bit of a difference there, I assume." She's done with his side,and starts wrapping the bandages loosely around his upper arm now.
Nancy, for her part, blushes, just a little bit. She's used to complements. But from Kyle it seemed organic, and, completely unexpected. "Thank you. It's, uhm-" and now she's really blushing. She hadn't planned on discussing work, but if he was curious, sometimes it was good to be able to share it with someone. Someone who wasn't going to judge, at any rate. And the more people she supposed she could educate about sex work, the better.
"Just men. I'm not- interested in women."
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Kyle lightly drops his arm as she finishes with his side, lifting the other as needed for her to work on his shoulder. He watches her as usual, can't help a smile when she seems almost taken off guard. There are a lot of misconceptions about her line of work that he apparently needs to start sorting through. He thought she'd be immune to compliments and flattery. And that she would sleep with whoever paid.
"So I was right. I'll take that as the highest compliment coming from you then."
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...Says the witch. Who has never actually flown on a broomstick.
"Oh," she said, unsure how to respond. So instead she finishes up her first-aiding. "Yeah- I get a decent say in who I want to be with." If she had a bad feeling about someone, she'd turn them down. She couldn't be as selective as some, sure, but she was lucky that she didn't have to accept every offer that came her way.
"So you're welcome?" Is that what she was supposed to say?
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In response to her clarification and eventual concession, he flashes a grin. It makes him feel good to catch her off guard in a positive way, especially as it means getting to know more about her. The two of them make an odd pair and he's already coming to enjoy her friendship, a bit unexpectedly, given her unique coven and occupation. Not that he knows much about either.
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She raises an eyebrow. "You're happy to hear that." She doesn't mean anything by it, just needling him a little. He's curious, which she likes. One of those people that she knows she'll be able to actually tell things about this portion of her life to. It was good to know she had that in him.
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Kyle lowers his arm slowly, testing out the bandages. He feels like shit and knows he probably doesn't look far off. At least the shower helped. With that thought, he lifts a hand to run through his hair, winces halfway, and lowers it again. That will definitely take some getting used to.
"Thanks again, for the help." He slowly stands, using the table for support to make sure he's alright. Aside from the dulling ache, he's not doing too bad. Except for that whole exhaustion thing, the adrenaline wearing off, and the remainder of his blood loss not recovered by the potion.
He curses silently as he thinks about going home this late and the concern his aunt and uncle will have for him. He makes a mental note that he really needs his own place sooner than later.
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"Of course." She says, hovering nearby incase he needs any support. "Look- do you want to stay the night? You can take my bed. You're not in any sort of shape to go anywhere right now."
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He teases lightly as he moves to grab the t-shirt she provided. Kyle grimaces with the effort of putting it on, setting a hand on Nancy's shoulder to steady himself for a second as he tugs it into place. "Staying would be good. Not in your bed though. I'll take the couch."
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She stands still as he uses her to steady himself, a hand ready to help stabilize him if he needs it. But he's got it. "Look, I've already had one friend's blood on my couch, I'd hate to have another's. Take my bed. I mean it."
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Incongruous thoughts in a tired mind, one no less important than the other.
"Then share it with me. It has to be big enough, right? You're small, I'm hot. We can't go wrong." He flashes a grin, though it's strained with everything going on with his body and in his mind. "Either we share the bed, I take the couch, or I leave. You pick. But hurry, because I'm tired and I want to go to bed."
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He mentions moving in again and Nancy raises an eyebrow. "I'll consider it." Not really, it'd be a stupid idea, to bring Kyle into her world, more than he already was now.
But Kyle apparently wanted to share her world, or at least, her bed. "You're drive a hard bargain- fine. We'll share." It was kind of nice, the idea of sharing a bed platonically with someone. She didn't doubt that they'd both pass out immediately, anyway. It was late.
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"Good choice," he groans as he moves again. His body's more stiff and sore than he realized, now that the pain of the more obvious wounds has been taken care of. Kyle puts his good arm around her, other hand pressed to his side to protect the area. It's not like he can't walk without her, but it's easier with her there, being able to lean on her, and he practically collapses into her bed when they arrive.
"Which side you want?" He murmurs, half into the sheets.
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"Doesn't matter," she tells him, because he's already burying himself in her bed. She'll happily just curl up next to him on the side that has the most bed left available. "You just stay there." She climbs into bed next to him. "Do you need anything?"
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