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undergrounds2016-05-09 09:03 pm
youronlylaw) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-09 09:03 pm
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I'm gonna fight em all (May Catch-All)
1. Election Time
It was hard to be pleased with the fact that Skip managed to get the vote to the werewolves when this was what it resulted in. Voting polls being terrorized by vampire inside East End Territory.
James was ready to pop fangs and claws when he first heard that from a source at the polls. He'd wanted this to go peacefully but apparently he couldn't have his cake and eat it too. An appearance would have to be made. He didn't want to fight - he never did. But that didn't mean he wouldn't if things went south. And he imagined they would. Vampires who were willing to harass and terrify voters meant that they were likely willing to get in a fight if that meant making the pack look bad.
When he arrived, there was one particular overzealous vampire popping fangs not but a foot from a woman and her young daughter as she stepped up to the booth. James could smell the fear on her and her daughter. It was no surprise to anyone around him that he stepped up and put his hand on the vampire's shoulder.
No one except James that was.
"You should probably leave," he practically growled at the man as he pulled him away from the booth.
2. Bloodfest
This "Bloodfest" might have been sanctioned by Millicent but that didn't mean everyone else had to lie down and take it. As much as James wanted to, he couldn't go into Islington Territory to quell the vampires causing mayhem all over without getting his head immediately chopped off. So he'd protect his own territories and hope that everyone else he actually gave a shit about was doing alright.
He had sent out querying texts to his allies, and even the not so allied. Kyle, Ringer, Abigail, Alex all would get one asking if they were safe and if they were alright. Skip he already called the instant he realized this wasn't an isolated event.
As it was, all he could do was walk the streets and Strongly Discourage violence. He wasn't a fighter persay but that was irrelevant right now.
At the moment James had his hands on the cuff of a vampire's neck and was pulling him out of a store; he'd been terrorizing the clerk inside and frankly after the polling booth fiasco, James wasn't in the mood to be civil.
"Get lost!"
He practically roared at the eager young thing he was carting outside and tossed him into the street.
3. Wolfhunt
It wasn't often James went outside to run during the full moon anymore. When he took up the pseudo-mantel of Alpha (technically second, but in lieu of having an actual Alpha he was in charge) James went from running in Waltham Forest to chaining himself up in his home and riding out the full moon like that. It sucked, to say the least, but it was a good example to set.
There were those, however, who either couldn't chain themselves or didn't want to. James wouldn't force that on anyone unwilling, but frankly new wolves needed to be watched and learn from their elders where was safe to run. How better to lead than by example.
James and three other wolves went into the forest the night of the full moon. Along with him, he brought Adam, an older wolf who had left his own pack during Lupercalia instead of letting himself be slaughtered for the next generation of wolves. James had tried to get his pack to accept him after the festival was over, but they wouldn't allow it. So now he was stuck with him.
Perhaps in a bid to be useful, Adam volunteered to go with him this full moon to help manage the younger wolves. Though, once shifted, all plans would go out the window and it would be mostly instinct guiding them. Still it should be enough.
James didn't anticipate being hunted this deep in the woods. Especially by vampires.
At first it had seemed like everything would be fine. But then that scent appeared. Iron, death and something cloying and unidentifiable. James trailed from the front to the back of the pack, trying to find the source when suddenly one of the newer wolves - Melissa - crumpled to the ground like someone had just cut her strings. The smell of fresh blood hit the air instantly and James knew she was dead. The others only just noticed she'd fallen when two vampires appeared in the small clearing they had stopped them in.
He could see skins - pelts - slung over their shoulders and tied to their belts. They must've killed at least six others between them both tonight.
James snarled defensively and went in front of Jacob and Adam, unable to put much more thought into this moment than protectdistractkill.
On some unseen signal, everyone moved.
James couldn't tell you exactly what happened after that. Only that he remembered walking out of the forest, still a wolf, bleeding heavily from his hind leg and with the taste of vampire blood caked in his mouth. Alone.
3. Wildcard
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It was hard to be pleased with the fact that Skip managed to get the vote to the werewolves when this was what it resulted in. Voting polls being terrorized by vampire inside East End Territory.
James was ready to pop fangs and claws when he first heard that from a source at the polls. He'd wanted this to go peacefully but apparently he couldn't have his cake and eat it too. An appearance would have to be made. He didn't want to fight - he never did. But that didn't mean he wouldn't if things went south. And he imagined they would. Vampires who were willing to harass and terrify voters meant that they were likely willing to get in a fight if that meant making the pack look bad.
When he arrived, there was one particular overzealous vampire popping fangs not but a foot from a woman and her young daughter as she stepped up to the booth. James could smell the fear on her and her daughter. It was no surprise to anyone around him that he stepped up and put his hand on the vampire's shoulder.
No one except James that was.
"You should probably leave," he practically growled at the man as he pulled him away from the booth.
2. Bloodfest
This "Bloodfest" might have been sanctioned by Millicent but that didn't mean everyone else had to lie down and take it. As much as James wanted to, he couldn't go into Islington Territory to quell the vampires causing mayhem all over without getting his head immediately chopped off. So he'd protect his own territories and hope that everyone else he actually gave a shit about was doing alright.
He had sent out querying texts to his allies, and even the not so allied. Kyle, Ringer, Abigail, Alex all would get one asking if they were safe and if they were alright. Skip he already called the instant he realized this wasn't an isolated event.
As it was, all he could do was walk the streets and Strongly Discourage violence. He wasn't a fighter persay but that was irrelevant right now.
At the moment James had his hands on the cuff of a vampire's neck and was pulling him out of a store; he'd been terrorizing the clerk inside and frankly after the polling booth fiasco, James wasn't in the mood to be civil.
"Get lost!"
He practically roared at the eager young thing he was carting outside and tossed him into the street.
3. Wolfhunt
It wasn't often James went outside to run during the full moon anymore. When he took up the pseudo-mantel of Alpha (technically second, but in lieu of having an actual Alpha he was in charge) James went from running in Waltham Forest to chaining himself up in his home and riding out the full moon like that. It sucked, to say the least, but it was a good example to set.
There were those, however, who either couldn't chain themselves or didn't want to. James wouldn't force that on anyone unwilling, but frankly new wolves needed to be watched and learn from their elders where was safe to run. How better to lead than by example.
James and three other wolves went into the forest the night of the full moon. Along with him, he brought Adam, an older wolf who had left his own pack during Lupercalia instead of letting himself be slaughtered for the next generation of wolves. James had tried to get his pack to accept him after the festival was over, but they wouldn't allow it. So now he was stuck with him.
Perhaps in a bid to be useful, Adam volunteered to go with him this full moon to help manage the younger wolves. Though, once shifted, all plans would go out the window and it would be mostly instinct guiding them. Still it should be enough.
James didn't anticipate being hunted this deep in the woods. Especially by vampires.
At first it had seemed like everything would be fine. But then that scent appeared. Iron, death and something cloying and unidentifiable. James trailed from the front to the back of the pack, trying to find the source when suddenly one of the newer wolves - Melissa - crumpled to the ground like someone had just cut her strings. The smell of fresh blood hit the air instantly and James knew she was dead. The others only just noticed she'd fallen when two vampires appeared in the small clearing they had stopped them in.
He could see skins - pelts - slung over their shoulders and tied to their belts. They must've killed at least six others between them both tonight.
James snarled defensively and went in front of Jacob and Adam, unable to put much more thought into this moment than protectdistractkill.
On some unseen signal, everyone moved.
James couldn't tell you exactly what happened after that. Only that he remembered walking out of the forest, still a wolf, bleeding heavily from his hind leg and with the taste of vampire blood caked in his mouth. Alone.
3. Wildcard
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That she's dressed professionally is almost as bad as being arm in arm with the East End almost-alpha. It's definitely Sofia Hughes, daughter of the Munster alpha, who stands there.
"Gentlemen." Her voice is careful and quiet. Even she's afraid. "Please."
There was no way to get rid of the vampires. They were too comfortable-- they were permitted. She knew the attitude. But James getting himself killed wasn't what they needed. He was the best source East End had for leadership.
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He said nothing, because what was there to say? He did not want to actually say the word 'Fine' - because it wasn't.
"Take my advice."
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Usually, she doesn't care if men see her as a kind of meal. But in this case? It's a little too literal and not nearly the right environment for it.
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but everything he'd want to do would lead to something worse and frankly...James has no idea how bad things are going to be.
He backs down.
For now.
He backs away from the vampire without looking away, taking Skip with him as he goes to place his own vote before ushering Skip inside herself.
He might not tear them apart. But like hell he's just going to sit here and not do anything.
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Simon's been chain smoking for hours, trying to deaden his nose to the stench, but it's not doing any good. He just feels jittery, strung out. Doesn't do much for the nerves, not when he knows that people--vampires, werewolves, and regular humans--are dying and the Night Council is only doing enough to ensure that the slaughter is contained, not stopped. Simon's out on his own tonight, not as a Guardian or anything like that, but as a misguided idiot who thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can be of some help so that more people don't get hurt.
Idiot. Idiot idiot idiot.
It's thinking like that that has him running into a fully-grown werewolf (wounded, of course) on the night of the full moon, still completely human and suddenly very much in need of help himself.
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He would wait to see if the shifter would attack... but he didn't know what he could do with a bum leg.
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Simon stands his ground, trying to appear nonthreatening. He recognizes the scent--it's James, from the bar. The one who seems to dislike him, for whatever reason. That's entirely beside the point right now, though, what with the bleeding wound in James' leg and the stench of vampires all around. They both have to get out of there.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I can help you if you promise not to kill me."
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but it isn't this guys fault.
There's a hesitant step forward that is accompanied with a whine and a limp as he hobbles his hind leg forward.
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He strips off his sweatshirt and, moving slowly and deliberately as to not spook the wounded and very dangerous predator right in front of him. The hoodie isn't an ideal bandage, but it'll absorb the worst of the bleeding until he can get James somewhere with a first aid kit.
"This is going to hurt," he warns, moving closer to James. "Remember that you promised not to kill me. If I can get some pressure on that leg, it'll slow the bleeding and you'll be able to walk on it better."
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James snarls quietly as Simon approaches but doesn't lunge at him as he comes closer. Maybe he did agree to the shifter approaching?
Or maybe the scent of vampires was strong enough combined with his own blood that he decided that this was the less deadly option.
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He parked the bike and set off on foot. He wasn't sure who's territory he was in now, but judging from the fires that had been started, the vampires were well on their way to tearing this place down. This was bad news. He watched with some interest as a young vamp was tossed out by someone who apparently had had enough.
The vampire stumbled into the streets and whirled around, fury stamped across his face. Cooper decided enough was enough. He grabbed a hold of the vampire's arm and held fast. "Simmer down. Go find some easier prey tonight." The vampire turned towards him, fangs bared. Cooper's own teeth grew sharp and he increased the pressure he had on his arm. "That wasn't a polite suggestion. Get going before I lose my patience." The vampire jerked his arm away and went off, cursing Cooper in a manner which suggested he have intercourse with himself.
Cooper headed for the door to the store. He shook his head at James. "That was a brave 'n stupid move."
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"Am I going to have to do something else brave and stupid?"
It's his way of asking if Cooper is going to try anything - he can't tell good vampires from bad at this point and frankly he'd rather err on the side of paranoia than trust strangers at this point.
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He holds up his hands slowly in a peaceful gesture, his fangs already retracted. "I'm not here to start something, which probably makes me the only vamp in the city right now who isn't." Normally, he's always up for antagonizing werewolves, but considering the circumstances, he's willing to let bygones be bygones, if only for the night.
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"Why?"
He will, however, push that. Because really Cooper, the idea that you're going to be the grand exception to the rule of thumb tonight is...hard to swallow. Luckily, he has a fairly decent relationship with another vampire who isn't in town - to his knowledge.
It's enough to make him stand down a smidge. But he doesn't leave the doorway.
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"Seeing them run around like--" He waves his hand in a contemptuous motion out at the streets. "--bunch of children makes me irritated."