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Small Town Celebrities party log for Sept17-Oct6

The Redbright students clearly aren't getting enough homework if they have the time to start following their favorite members of supernatural society around for the chance at getting The Perfect Shot of them looking hot. It starts slow and small, for the first week, anyway. Just a random person pulling out their phone and taking a quick shot. Can't even be sure it was you they were photographing. By the five days in, though, they've started making a game of it. Groups of two and three going out together. Following people for a while. Having the audacity to wave when they're looked at. Some even invite their target to take a picture with them and their friends. (If you say yes to that, please do flex a little.)

Ratings on the website change on a day to day basis and currently both Redbright Professors and the Hillingdon Clan lists are the current most popular due to the territory change over and general familiarity with the groups.

Hans Estergaard had been reigning supreme as #1 in Hillingdon since he had the audacity to challenge Sylvia for her seat on the council. An unprecedented length of time! (It's like the students enjoy the idea of someone standing up to Sylvia, the person ultimately in charge of telling them what to do. Go figure.)

Most factions are getting more attention from these folks, though. They really have a lot of time on their hands.

[[ooc: post around like it's a party log. If you want an npc bothering you and want me to play them, put NPC request in the subject line.]]

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That brought Daryl up short and he tilted his head at the man. "Why? You been tryin' to hide from someone?"

"Something like that, yeah," Sirius replied, mentally kicking himself. His complacency is showing itself again. "It's a bit of a long story."

Daryl's brows creased further. He crossed his arms and leaned back on his heels. He knew there was something up with Sirius. Guy had always been fairly jumpy and cautious about being seen for as long as he'd known him. Which was mostly since about the time the Nest had changed hands. He'd thought it was more a wariness about all that shit than anything else. Now, though...

He didn't ask if Sirius wanted to talk about it, nor did he say he had time. He just stood there staring. Waiting. If Sirius spilled, he spilled. If he told him to fuck off, he told him to fuck off. Daryl could deal with both. But he was damn curious now and so far curiosity had yet to kill this cat.

Sirius doesn't spill right away. He can handle being scrutinized and withholding information if he needed to. It's not like the silence was an invitation. But at the same time, a good number of people in Hillingdon knew, and at the very least, he could probably trust Daryl. At least far enough that he felt the other shifter wouldn't turn him in for a reward.

Just, how to explain.

"Well, to make a long story short, I might be on the run from the police and have been for quite a while."

That was not one of the few possibilities Daryl had been entertaining during the span of silence. Maybe on the run from another faction or a group outside of London. Maybe making sure a stalker couldn't find him. Maybe just trying dodge taxes. Something a little more mundane than running from the cops.

Daryl's brows shot up, but he continued to stay quiet for a moment, processing that. He was kind of curious about the details now, sure, but he didn't need to know them. And it would be prying further to ask for them. As far as he could tell Sirius was a good guy, so maybe it was just something as stupid as parking fines not being paid. Well, no. One wasn't really 'on the run' over that unless it was in the tens of thousands range. But maybe Sirius had felt the need to rob a place and got caught. He hoped it was that and not something like domestic abuse, or worse.

"You hurt someone?" he finally asked, voice quiet, just to be sure he hadn't been reading the guy wrong all this time. If he needed to beat Sirius' ass, he would.

"No," Sirius replies, quickly but not enough that it sounds too suspicious. "Well, I mean, they're after me because they think I did. I don't suppose you check the wanted posters regularly, do you?"

There's always a chance his poster might have been displayed there, before he's had a chance to take it down. Though he's usually pretty fast about hiding it.

"Have been lately," he answered. The House kept decently on top of those for both the non-supernatural and supernatural criminals. He didn't used to, before the changes in the Nest and being tortured by them. But he did now. Nest bounties were at a high and anything to take down one of theirs and weaken the power base was something worth looking into. But he hadn't seen any with Sirius' name on them. "You expecting one for you up there?"

What did the police think he did that would get him a poster?

"Actually, it's more like it goes up there regularly. I've been removing them for obvious reasons."

Namely, he didn't want to get hunted. But it's nice to know that his efforts are having the desired effect. There's a pause as Sirius considers his options again, finally deciding that there was no point in dragging this out.

"The long and short of it is that they think I committed a murder, which I didn't, I was framed. About a year ago I escaped from prison with the intention of finding the person who framed me and proving my innocence. So it's probably one of those."

That was decidedly not the sort of thing he'd have pegged Sirius for. He'd seen the man in a fight. He'd been decent enough at watching their backs, but he hadn't exactly been the sort of killer he'd expect to have a wrap sheet. Not that you needed to be experienced in death to be convicted of murder, or to even commit one. Stabbing a person with scissors in a fit of rage was just as deadly as something more premeditated and clean.

Daryl's posture hadn't changed with the reveal, nor did his expression of mild interest and curiosity. He didn't know if it was right to believe Sirius on the matter, but he did. He was fully aware the man was willing to fight, and kill, if he needed to, but he didn't seem like the sort to go and outright murder someone and then deny it. He seemed the sort to own up to his actions.

"You found anything yet?"

"Not as much as I'd like. The guy who had information buggered off before I had a chance to speak with him. I've been looking for him, but nothing yet."

And it frustrates him to no end. Of course, there has been the odd distraction that's come up. Keeping himself out of jail, assisting with the Hillingdon clan, avoiding vampires, that sort of thing. It is hard to pick up leads on such a cold case, but he is still determined.

"You got a name?" Daryl shifted his weight, straightening up a bit and dropping his arms. He moved to lean against a nearby wall. Much more casual and comfortable. Also much more ready to move and act if he needed to.

"Could look into it."

"Archibald Verdenturf," Sirius replies, with a little less consideration this time. "The few times I've asked around, I've wound up with dead ends, but most just say he left the city. Always a possibility of him coming back. Don't suppose you know him?"

That was quite a name.

"Nah," he shook his head, brows shooting up a bit as he took the time to take the name in. "I can keep an ear open. Was he involved directly, or just had information?"

"I'd appreciate it. I think he just has information, since I'd remember knowing a guy with a name like that."

"Okay," he nodded, moving to start his walk past again. "Kids have been hanging out outside the house. Probably followed you from there or recognized you when they saw you on the street."

"Good to know. I'll make sure I'm more careful when I leave the house then. Thanks."

If he even decides to leave it at all for the time being. At the very least, he can always shift into a dog at some point. He's usually unnoticed then, or at least not questioned for why he's skulking around alleys.

"Don't suppose you're caught up in all this, are you?"

The question had Daryl pause for 0.2 seconds before he lifted his head, shook it, and said very firmly, "Nope."

He was currently hovering at #7 on the list and didn't care to get more involved than they'd already made him.

"Fair enough," Sirius replied. Daryl hadn't seemed like the type to get involved anyway.

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