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undergrounds2016-06-20 02:33 am
emotioneater) wrote in undergrounds2016-06-20 02:33 am
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Little Pig, Little Pig, Let Me Come In (Hunting For Alex)
I. Not By The Hair On My Chinny Chin Chin (OTA)
Well, this had just been a peachy month for Cooper. Things just seemed to be falling apart in Islington, from the new leader's manic laws to the Southwark claim failing spectacularly. (He was still going to be blaming that one on Jean-Claude.) Now his home was in the territory of a bunch of lousy witches. His personal life wasn't much better, but the last thing Cooper wanted to do was think about that. What he had spent a lot of time thinking about, as his injuries had mended, was his failure in bringing in Alex. The little werewolf had bungled things up awful good, not just for her pack, but for everyone in general.
The reward money didn't interest him. He was old enough to have plenty of that stored about. This was more personal. His pride had been hurt in letting some little nothing of a wolf take him down. So Cooper, usually so rash to act, uncharacteristically decided to take things slow. He sent out the word among his allies that he was looking for a certain young werewolf. He knew there was going to be at least a few interested parties, so he made it known that he would be at The Three Cripples. He waited there now, ready to follow any rumor or lead that happened to cross his path.
II. Then I'll Huff and I'll Puff... (Closed to Natasha)
Chasing down people who might have seen or known something had been a fruitless and frustrating search thus far. Natasha hadn't been at the top of the list that people would turn to. It seemed like she had taken a different route when it came to the squabbles that tended to make up the ever-lasting conflict between vampires and werewolves in the city. Then it occurred to Cooper, that reason right there might mean she knew something he didn't. Having an outsider's perspective was just what he needed.
So he'd headed for the Redbright Institute, remembering that she had told him that she worked there. He figured she might be around and about. A few questions pointed him in the right direction. A redhead that stunning was hard to miss. He sidled up to her, dressed in his usual leather jacket and T-shirt. "Have time for a talk?"
III. ...And I'll Blow Your House In! (Closed To Alex)
Finding Alex hadn't been easy, but what Cooper lacked in brain cells, he made up for in sheer persistence and tenacity. He'd spent weeks following every lead and rumor. Most of them had been fruitless, leaving the vamp more and more determined to track the girl down. Finally, a breakthrough had come. He knew that even a werewolf on the down low couldn't hide around the full moon. Someone had spotted Alex shortly after the moon had set in the sky. From there, it was simple enough to track the girl back down to where she was holed up.
Not about to mess things up by acting like a reckless fool (his usual modus operandi for dealing with problems), Cooper considers the problem at hand. Goal: To take in Alex, preferably alive. Strategy: Isolate her, get her alone, and hope the wolfsbane he had in his pocket was enough to give him an advantage. Cooper had been waiting, sitting on a deserted stoop along a street that would take Alex back to where she was currently staying. She'd have to pass by eventually, and when she did, the vampire was prepared to act.
Well, this had just been a peachy month for Cooper. Things just seemed to be falling apart in Islington, from the new leader's manic laws to the Southwark claim failing spectacularly. (He was still going to be blaming that one on Jean-Claude.) Now his home was in the territory of a bunch of lousy witches. His personal life wasn't much better, but the last thing Cooper wanted to do was think about that. What he had spent a lot of time thinking about, as his injuries had mended, was his failure in bringing in Alex. The little werewolf had bungled things up awful good, not just for her pack, but for everyone in general.
The reward money didn't interest him. He was old enough to have plenty of that stored about. This was more personal. His pride had been hurt in letting some little nothing of a wolf take him down. So Cooper, usually so rash to act, uncharacteristically decided to take things slow. He sent out the word among his allies that he was looking for a certain young werewolf. He knew there was going to be at least a few interested parties, so he made it known that he would be at The Three Cripples. He waited there now, ready to follow any rumor or lead that happened to cross his path.
II. Then I'll Huff and I'll Puff... (Closed to Natasha)
Chasing down people who might have seen or known something had been a fruitless and frustrating search thus far. Natasha hadn't been at the top of the list that people would turn to. It seemed like she had taken a different route when it came to the squabbles that tended to make up the ever-lasting conflict between vampires and werewolves in the city. Then it occurred to Cooper, that reason right there might mean she knew something he didn't. Having an outsider's perspective was just what he needed.
So he'd headed for the Redbright Institute, remembering that she had told him that she worked there. He figured she might be around and about. A few questions pointed him in the right direction. A redhead that stunning was hard to miss. He sidled up to her, dressed in his usual leather jacket and T-shirt. "Have time for a talk?"
III. ...And I'll Blow Your House In! (Closed To Alex)
Finding Alex hadn't been easy, but what Cooper lacked in brain cells, he made up for in sheer persistence and tenacity. He'd spent weeks following every lead and rumor. Most of them had been fruitless, leaving the vamp more and more determined to track the girl down. Finally, a breakthrough had come. He knew that even a werewolf on the down low couldn't hide around the full moon. Someone had spotted Alex shortly after the moon had set in the sky. From there, it was simple enough to track the girl back down to where she was holed up.
Not about to mess things up by acting like a reckless fool (his usual modus operandi for dealing with problems), Cooper considers the problem at hand. Goal: To take in Alex, preferably alive. Strategy: Isolate her, get her alone, and hope the wolfsbane he had in his pocket was enough to give him an advantage. Cooper had been waiting, sitting on a deserted stoop along a street that would take Alex back to where she was currently staying. She'd have to pass by eventually, and when she did, the vampire was prepared to act.
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"What happens now?" she mumbled. "You take me back to your new boss, he kills me? You think he'll give you a pat on the head and tell you what a good boy you are?" Truthfully, she was terrified of what the vampires would do to her. Dying didn't scare her, but she knew how inventively cruel vampires could be when they wanted to make an example out of someone, especially with that mind control power of theirs.
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Her question made him pause. "Back to Harris? That nutcase?" The scorn in his tone made it clear that he had very little respect for the new leader of his nest. He slammed the door, walking around to the other side and hopping in. "Oh no. You're headin' straight for the Night Council, missy. You're on their most wanted list."