01-12-2018, 10:14 PM
The girl certainly didn't seem worried about anything. As in, she didn't give off any dangerous vibes. Course that didn't mean anything. Getting close to quarry was what a hunter did. Animal, chupe, wolfkin, or godling and their family. It was the way of things. The way it always was, really, as far as she knew.
Still, she had no issue passing the bottle straight to her. She liked that. No worry about wiping the lid or shit like that. If that kind of stuff was gonna kill people, she figured the human race woulda died out the first time two strangers put their mouths on each other.
Yet all her life you had those prissy parents slathering up their kids with purell or whatever, being all vegan and organic and avoiding peanuts and vaccines and anything not pristine so little Rainbow and Brock didn't get the sniffles. Life in a bubble. Not her life. No sir.
Anyway, the other main reason she didn't mind passing the bottle was also simple. Her gut said the girl-Tenzin was it?- Tenzin wasn't a threat. That was not a tactical assessment. The deadliest killers could seem innocent as kittens playing with yarn.
No. Simpler. No one had known she was coming. Annemarie was too freaked out to think coherently and had to be straightened out before she coud begin to help. When she was stable enough, she had rattled off a couple locations. And then she'd gone back to rocking and sobbing as the others tried to clean up the mess and save Tweedle Dumbass.....was that Stephen? Let's see...Henrik had been the one to appear to enjoy the simulated attempted rape...so yeah. Stephan.
Bottom line, no one was looking for her or had any idea she'd be here. Not that she'd let her guard down completely. But enough. Couldn't always be paranoid.
She limped over to where she sat and passed the bottle then dropped into the couch and stiffled a cry. Fuck me! Her back screamed at her and she breathed through clenched teeth. And then something else called her attention. She leaned forward and took a deep draw and then put the mug down and carefully, oh so very carefully, (fuuuck she thought through the pain) tried to take her jacket off. Muscles ached everywhere as she worked it off and then she felt dampness on her upper right shoulder where air touched it. On lots of places, really, but that was the worst.
Jacket discarded on the floor, she breathed slowly as she reached over with her left hand and touched the source of the pain. Her fingers came away bloody. She looked at them and smirked at Tenzin. She'd need to clean that. Maybe dig out what was lodged there. The shower was gonna hurt like a mother fucker.
But her new friend was looking on. She leaned back carefully and picked up her mug. "To a good hunt."
Another draw and then she answered. "He better be dead. After what it took to take him down. One of the returned gods. Nearly took out a city block. Who knows what else he might have done. Still, it was a hard one. Cost us."
She looked Tenzin up and down, weighing her out. "Where are you from? What's your story?"
The pain remained but as long as the only thing moving was her eyes, mouth and drinking arm, she'd be ok for a while.
Edited by Jacinda, Jan 12 2018, 11:14 PM.
Still, she had no issue passing the bottle straight to her. She liked that. No worry about wiping the lid or shit like that. If that kind of stuff was gonna kill people, she figured the human race woulda died out the first time two strangers put their mouths on each other.
Yet all her life you had those prissy parents slathering up their kids with purell or whatever, being all vegan and organic and avoiding peanuts and vaccines and anything not pristine so little Rainbow and Brock didn't get the sniffles. Life in a bubble. Not her life. No sir.
Anyway, the other main reason she didn't mind passing the bottle was also simple. Her gut said the girl-Tenzin was it?- Tenzin wasn't a threat. That was not a tactical assessment. The deadliest killers could seem innocent as kittens playing with yarn.
No. Simpler. No one had known she was coming. Annemarie was too freaked out to think coherently and had to be straightened out before she coud begin to help. When she was stable enough, she had rattled off a couple locations. And then she'd gone back to rocking and sobbing as the others tried to clean up the mess and save Tweedle Dumbass.....was that Stephen? Let's see...Henrik had been the one to appear to enjoy the simulated attempted rape...so yeah. Stephan.
Bottom line, no one was looking for her or had any idea she'd be here. Not that she'd let her guard down completely. But enough. Couldn't always be paranoid.
She limped over to where she sat and passed the bottle then dropped into the couch and stiffled a cry. Fuck me! Her back screamed at her and she breathed through clenched teeth. And then something else called her attention. She leaned forward and took a deep draw and then put the mug down and carefully, oh so very carefully, (fuuuck she thought through the pain) tried to take her jacket off. Muscles ached everywhere as she worked it off and then she felt dampness on her upper right shoulder where air touched it. On lots of places, really, but that was the worst.
Jacket discarded on the floor, she breathed slowly as she reached over with her left hand and touched the source of the pain. Her fingers came away bloody. She looked at them and smirked at Tenzin. She'd need to clean that. Maybe dig out what was lodged there. The shower was gonna hurt like a mother fucker.
But her new friend was looking on. She leaned back carefully and picked up her mug. "To a good hunt."
Another draw and then she answered. "He better be dead. After what it took to take him down. One of the returned gods. Nearly took out a city block. Who knows what else he might have done. Still, it was a hard one. Cost us."
She looked Tenzin up and down, weighing her out. "Where are you from? What's your story?"
The pain remained but as long as the only thing moving was her eyes, mouth and drinking arm, she'd be ok for a while.
Edited by Jacinda, Jan 12 2018, 11:14 PM.