| Catching up with Rhiannon |
[04 Nov 2004|01:25am] |
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Connor was heading back towards home, having done his sweep of the town. He'd passed the bar on his way just to check that there weren't any hovering in the alleys around it. He'd managed to find one vamp to dust, but lately, thigns had been kind of quiet, in that creepy, the axe is about to fall kind of way. It was unnerving. He paused in his step to take out a cigarette and light it, not really liking smoking around Dawn for some reason.
Rhiannon paused at the side of a street, waiting for a car to creep by before crossing. She'd been patrolling the fringes of the town for an hour, but the night was much too slow for her taste. As she headed back towards her apartment, she pulled a cell phone from her pocket to check the time, briefly considering a trip into the city to find a decent hunt. A lighter flared up ahead of her, and a familiar face was illuminated by the glow. Rhiannon slipped her phone back inside her pocket and quickened her steps. "Connor, wait up!"
Connor's attention snapped around and he saw Rhiannon, and he stopped walking, waiting for her to get to him. "Hey, what's up?" he asked. "Been meaning to catch up with you...how you feelin?"
Rhiannon reached Connor's side and gave a light shrug, sliding her hands into her pockets. "I'd say I can't complain, but to tell you the truth..." Rhiannon's eyebrows quirked upwards. "...I'm a little bored."
Connor smirked at her and nodded. "I know what you mean." he conceded. "Not much to kill around here lately."
( cross heads and talk of torture )
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[04 Nov 2004|04:41pm] |
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Moving swiftly, Oz raised the crossbow and aimed. He felt the wooden bow bending under the pressure just before release. He watched the arrow fly through the air and hit slightly off center. He studied the bright, red bull's eye with a soft glare. He had set it up behind the hotel for practice.
He never spent much time on training to use such weapons. He preferred meditation to physical exertion, but he felt he needed to be more prepared then he was. Especially after what happened the other night.
( Disturbing Encounters )
Leaving the point stuck in the target, Oz turned and placed the crossbow in a newly bought backpack and slung the backpack over a shoulder. It was time to start checking further into all of this.
He walked down the street heading in the direction of the local hospital. He seriously doubted those bodies, dead or alive, showed up at the hospital. But he'd learned long ago to check all possibilities rather then wander blindly into something he didn't understand.
Maybe those other werewolves had hurt, even killed, those people. Maybe not. It didn't explain how that man was able to kill one werewolf, injure, maybe even kill, another. Then turn on Oz. Oz hadn't even been in wolf form.
The man hadn't acted like someone defending his or others lives. Oz sensed something far more dangerous in him. The man enjoyed what he was doing and hadn't appeared the least bit distressed about the slaughtered bodies. If one or both of the werewolves had killed the humans and the one were still alive, Oz wasn't about to let that slide. It would have to be dealt with. But, he was determined to find out what was going on. Someone was specifically targeting werewolves and Oz wanted to find out who and why.
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