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Post by logan on Aug 14, 2008 22:16:04 GMT -5
Logan set his glass down. It was empty. He groaned. He had too much to drink but he didn't want to stop. He had their trail perfectly. He had been in his wolf form for over two weeks and than it just disappered. He was beginning to think the man knew he was following them.
"Another one please Jim?" He shook his glass, the ice clinking against the sides.
He slumped over and sighed. This couldn't get any worse. Before he knew it, a glass was thrown at the back of his head. "What the?!" He turned around and saw two men fighting. He grabbed a drink and moved to a booth. He touched where the glass broke and winced. Great! I'm bleeding. He put his glass up to it and moaned.
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Post by devenblake on Aug 14, 2008 22:29:11 GMT -5
Deven sat at the bar, enjoying his drink of choice - mailbu and coke. It was his third one and he was starting to feel the effects. It had been a very long, very unsatisfying day. His business deal had not gone through and worse - the vampire's trail he'd been following disappeared. It made him very upset when he lost a trail - so he came here to drown his failures for the day.
A fight had broken out behind him, things were flying through the air. He ducked once, afraid a glass was going to hit him in the face as he turned to stare. It flew over his head and hit the guy round the corner of the bar instead. Deven winced - that had to have hurt. He watched as the guy stood up and went to find a safer spot, away from the brawl - he suddenly thought that was a very smart idea, and stood to do the same. Unfortunately booth seating was limited.
A sweet scent filled the air, and Deven realized the guy was bleeding. He asked the bartender for a cold bottle of beer. He took it over to were the man was sitting. "Here. Hold this to your head, no use in ruining your drink by dripping blood in it." He grinned, "almost enough to make you join in, huh?" he joked. In truth, if it had been him, both of the brawling men would be dead by now. "Name's Deven. Mind if I sit, seems like one of the only open, safe, places left."
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Post by logan on Aug 14, 2008 22:36:43 GMT -5
Logan looked up at the man. "Thanks." He put his drink down and took the drink from the man, putting it against his head. "I'll pay you back for this." He motioned to the seat in front of him. It was nice to have some company. He nodded and laughed. "Yeah, I was very tempted to get into the action." He laughed and took a sip from his drink. At least he could still think straight.
Logan wiped his hand off and shook Deven's hand. "Hey." He coughed. "I'm Logan." He took another sip. "What brings you here, Deven?" He took the beer off and touched the cut. It didn't hurt as much and the bleeding was going down. He nodded at Deven and put the beer back on the cut. He would get it fixed later. "Thanks again." He motioned to the beer in his hand.
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Post by devenblake on Aug 14, 2008 22:46:36 GMT -5
Deven scratched the back of his head absentmindedly. "Oh, I live in Cali. But I just got off work, bad day for business....so, I came here to, ya know, waste some time and money." he chuckled. It was the closest thing to the truth he could give the guy - and it WAS the truth, just not all of it. He left out the part about him being a werewolf that hunted vampires. Minor detail really..he smiled inwardly, while secretly wondering what would happen if one day he just randomly told someone that. They wouldn't believe him of course, unless they themselves were either a werewolf or vampire. But he knew this guy was at least not the latter - would be able to smell the stink on him, that same scent they all had. He tried to discreetly taste the air with his nose.....all werewolves had a different scent to him, he had a much harder time distinguishing weres from mortals than vampires. He took a gulp of his rum and coke - "And you?"
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Post by logan on Aug 14, 2008 22:56:20 GMT -5
Logan finished off his drink and asked the waitress for another one, before turning back to Deven. "Ah, so your a townfolk. I'm from New York. Work brought me here." He nodded and closed his eyes for a second. "I know what you mean about bad buisness." Logan knew the man was talking about work buisness but he understood. He eyed the guy as he talked. There was something about him that Logan couldn't put his finger on. He nodded at the waitress and took a sip of his drink. "Exact same thing. Everything was great and than it just went...down from there." He took a big swig and sighed.
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Post by devenblake on Aug 14, 2008 23:07:06 GMT -5
Deven nodded at Logan's word. He understood, all too well, and in more ways than one. He finished his drink and signaled the waitress for another one. "Great city this is. If you are here for a day or so, you should definitely get out and explore. The bars are great, but there really is so much more to see here." he frowned, "just make sure you don't get into the rougher areas." Mortals would understand that, because of gang activity, but werewolves would understand that to mean vampire territory. In truth, the two often overlapped. Dark corners for dark creatures, regardless of race.
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Post by logan on Aug 16, 2008 0:48:00 GMT -5
Logan nodded and took a sip. "I was planning on exploring. After I get this fixed." He pointed to his cut and laughed. It would be healed by now if glass wasn't in there. He didn't feel like having glass in his head. "Oh. Don't worry. I stay away from edgy places. Too many memories." He leaned closer. "But...where are the edgy places anyways?" Maybe he could find trails to his sisters.
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Post by devenblake on Aug 18, 2008 0:26:19 GMT -5
(OOC: lol i could direct you to the hospital where you could meet tarus..lol. sorry, nix's idea...lol. i'm kidding really...)
Something in the guy's tone caught Deven's attention. He sounded, almost....eager....to know where the shady places of his little corner of Cali were. He gave a small laugh, "Oh, well, there's lots of them. Just stay out of dark alleys. And if you see people in groups wearing red or blue - just do yourself a favor and run the other way."
The waitress had brough his other drink, and Deven drank half of it in one gulp. The later it got, the more unreserved he was with his alcohol. "You really should probably get that looked at." he gestured towards Logan's head. "I can't imagine that there is anyway you DON'T have glass in that cut." He was no doctor, bue he knew glass in a wound wasn't exactly an ideal situation.
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Post by logan on Aug 18, 2008 0:36:25 GMT -5
(OOC: I dont care lol you can take me if you want.))
Logan saw the odd look on the mans face. He immediatly got all protective of his dignity. "Oh, I don't want to go to dark allys to fight..I'm...I'm looking for someone." He hit himself on the head. That sounded worse. "My sisters were kidnapped Im looking for them." He took another swig and looked down. He looked back up after a few minutes. "Thanks for the advice. I'll make sure to run."
Logan had forgotten about the cut. It had gone numb. "Ya. I guess I should before it gets worse." He took the bottle off and touched it, wincing. The pain was coming back. "Do you know a place? I've never really needed to go to the doctors before." A waitress had brought him a towel. He thanked her and put it against his head.
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