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roddy_reinigen ([personal profile] roddy_reinigen) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2016-05-30 09:40 pm

Shifter on the prowl

1.Abandoned Warehouse (Open to all)
Technically, exploring abandoned buildings was dangerous, and it would be advisable to avoid them, but Roddy's current form navigated the depilated warehouse with ease, his whiskers feeling around him, guiding him along the wall. Leave it to the wolves and big cat shifters to change in the woods and go running, this was his natural environment. His clothes were stashed in a corner of the room, and he felt far more secure in the idea that no one would be messing with them here than if he was somewhere more open.

For a while, Roddy lost himself in the rat, barely aware of time passing, only snapping out of his animal instincts when he realized he was eating something. Wait, what…oh. A cockroach. Lovely. Realizing what he was doing, Roddy dropped the half eaten insect and decided that was quite enough. He began walking back toward his clothes, when he heard the sound of footsteps. Suddenly, he froze, ready to turn tail and run on a moment's notice.



2. Hillingdon House (Open to anyone in Hillingdon)
Roddy didn't come here much. If his dad had his way, he wouldn't come here at all. He didn't come often as it was, and usually didn't say much. Still, part of him was curious. He barely had any dealings with the supernatural world outside of other shifters, and from what he'd heard, most of it would just assume eat him or enslave him. Which was, of course, why he'd rather satisfy his curiosity by listening to people tell stories at the Hillingdon House than by actually running into a vampire.



3. Out on the street(Open to all)
Roddy had been heading home from the store, having picked up some spare strings for his violin. As he walked back, his senses picked up a world of sounds and smells he had to pretend he was completely unaware of. A squirrel, hiding in the bushes, rustling the leaves ever so slightly as it shifted directions, considering bolting from the much larger interloper. The slight scent of food left on discarded wrappers. And then, of course, the scent of…holy crap, what was that?

Roddy paused, scanning the surrounding area, trying to identify whoever or whatever it was he was smelling.



4. Choose your own adventure!
dirtyredneck: (Undergrounds (Bobcat))

Abandoned Warehouse

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-05-31 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't easy finding the time or place to let himself run free. Not like this. But London didn't have a lot of relatively private spots to pick from. So when he found it and caught the scent of a few live rodents about the yard, he figured what the hell? He entered the building, soft footfalls echoing despite his ability to walk in silence. Nothing he could do about it with the boots he was wearing. That would be solved once he got his clothes off and his feet became paws.

He found a mostly out of reach area to stash his duds. Stripped quickly with an efficiency born of years of practice. And within moments was flexing his claws as he sniffed out his prey. Mice and rats and small birds weren't that filling, but at least it would give him the satisfaction of a proper hunt.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-06-01 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Plenty of people around the House knew that Daryl was a shifter. He didn't hide that. They knew he he was some sort of cat, too. Not that he went telegraphing that bit on purpose, but he knew it was easy to pick up on. His scent had that feline quality to it. What most of the Clan didn't know, was what kind of cat Daryl was. He didn't talk about it much or shift in front of people. He actively tried not to shift where people could watch him. He didn't like anyone getting that kind of look at him without his permission. Hell, not even his brother had seen him shirtless since they were kids.

So when he got into his fur and sniffed around for any scent, he wasn't really expecting to find one he recognized. Not on top of the general rodent smells going around. It was confusing, more than anything. And curiosity didn't usually kill this cat, so he followed it straight to a pipe. One he could just barely get his head down far enough to see into and see the big old rat staring right back at him. He wasn't actually hungry, so he could hold back the instinct to try and go for it. But backing up far enough that when the rat went to run he could easily pounce was not one he could stop. He'd come intending to hunt. And his prey was right there.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-06-07 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
He couldn't help it, really. The powerful leap forward was as automatic and natural as his butt wiggling with the flexing of his legs right before he pounced. He couldn't stop himself from the attempt and he was already in the air by the time the rat was out of his hidey-hole and shifting into something that was decidedly not a rat.

So despite all his mental warning signals firing off mid-jump, Daryl still ended up landing on the not-so-rat-like legs. Gave them a good pap-pap-pap with his heavy paws (and at least had the presence of mind not to have claws out) when the half-rat half-man twisted around to bite him. A yowl and a hiss echoed through the room as Daryl darted off and found someplace high on some old equipment to get some safe distance. Then he hissed again, announcing his displeasure and cursing the asshole out in the language of cats.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-06-07 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
This time Daryl didn't just hiss, he bared his fangs and flexed his claws. Being a little over twice the size of the common house cat meant he was still very dangerous and could easily maul the man in front of him if he wanted to. And he wasn't in the mood to get any lip back when he'd clearly been nice enough not to rip the ungrateful asshole a new one. Clearly

The growl and hissing quieted down shortly into murmured grumblings as Daryl got himself a little more comfortable, though still obviously ready to pounce again if he had to. He didn't really like watching a guy get dressed, but he wasn't about to let his would-be-prey out of his sight.
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-06-09 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl fully understood the body language he was seeing. It was as instinctual as his need to start following the man at a slow pace, jumping from box to rafters and padding his way along to keep Roddy within proper range the whole time. No matter how wide a berth he tried to give. It pleased his cat senses to see it.

Once Roddy was out the door, though, Daryl was down on the floor and sprinting to his own clothes even as he shifted himself. Just doing enough to make sure the other man wasn't about to turn around and come back in while he was getting dressed. It was a quick thing, he was done in under a minute. Like most shifters, the art of fast dressing had been learned during long years of practice.

He was just shrugging his leather vest back on as he jogged out the door and called after Roddy, "The hell you bite me for, asshole?"
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[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-06-09 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't trap you in a damn pipe! I gave you room to run out!" Because that made the fact that he'd wanted to pounce so much better, right?

Daryl made no attempt to stay back, getting himself as close as he could as fast as he could to yell at the man. That wasn't his usual M.O., but he'd just got out of his cat form and shaking off some of the instincts right away was hard to do. So he got close and started to pace back and forth in a semi-circle. Unconsciously looking to block Roddy's easiest escape routes.

"You weren't backed anywhere and I weren't even using my claws!"

But he was being subtly backed into a corner now.
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HIllingdon House

[personal profile] constantprisoner 2016-06-02 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
It was somewhat weird for Sirius, going from avoiding Hillingdon House at all costs to becoming a semi-permanent fixture since it was a lot nicer than the safehouse he had acquired. There was more food anyway, better food, and it was cleaner. As a result, he had a gained a good idea of who were usuals and who was new. And new people interested him (more than keeping a low profile anyway).

"Haven't seen you around before."
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[personal profile] constantprisoner 2016-06-03 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't blame you there. I was kind of the same."

To the point where it really started to go beyond the supernatural world and into the regular one.

"Nothing wrong with being curious. You have a specific question or just wanting everything?"
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[personal profile] constantprisoner 2016-06-04 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Good answer, although the downside is that it does leave things rather broad," Sirius replied, thoughtfully.

"Though I suppose the recent news is on your mind?"
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[personal profile] constantprisoner 2016-06-04 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Something like that. I don't expect it's all vampires, but anyone who wants a promotion, basically. And it's not just us being targeted, but werewolves as well. Probably more so, given the conflict."

He might as well out himself as well, giving the conversation.

"At least from what I've heard. The new leader seems to be a fan of chaos and doesn't care who knows it. And not the fun kind of chaos either."
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[personal profile] constantprisoner 2016-06-06 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"If they go after you, they're probably looking for a promotion," Sirius says with a finality in his voice. Or they were just jerks. Likely both given his experience.

"Playing it safe is the best way to go, though it's harder now since they're everywhere. What's your other form?"
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[personal profile] constantprisoner 2016-06-07 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I dunno about that. There's also the sneaking around bit. That can be useful."

There's a slight flatness in his voice, but he soldiers on.

"Mine's a dog, so it's not as easy to be inconspicuous. Though sometimes people will take pity on a loveable stray."

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Out on the street

[personal profile] facethewolves 2016-06-12 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
That smell was probably the dead body. A vampire - one with a daylight ring, no less - had attacked Alex, and now she was trying to find someplace inconspicuous to leave the body. Of course, wandering through London with a dead man draped over her shoulders while bleeding from the neck was really conspicuous, so she'd settled for leaving him behind a thick covering of bushes in a park less than half a block from where he'd attacked her.

A squirrel darted through the bushes, startling her. She growled at it and dumped the body on the ground before kneeling to yank her stake out of the vampire's chest. She was starting to go through his pockets, looking for any information on how he'd found her or whether other vampires knew her location, when she thought she heard someone nearby. She stopped, waiting, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't stick their head through the bushes. She had no idea how she'd explain this to a random passerby.