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Jodies Odd Encounter Sr Jack 241003
In a thrilling encounter set against the backdrop of a seemingly normal college life and supernatural undercurrents, Jodie finds herself on an unexpected rescue mission. On a cool dusk evening, she stumbles upon a girl in distress, muttering about someone named Hayleigh and a vampire. Deciding to forgo the heroics for practicality, Jodie opts to take the injured girl, Abby, to the clinic instead of searching for Hayleigh. Despite Abby's shaky condition and cryptic message about a vampire, Jodie pushes forward, only to learn at the clinic that Hayleigh, rumored to have some connection to a vampire incident, is housed in the mental wing. The encounter leaves Jodie warily considering the shadows of the supernatural that seem closer than she'd like. Her decision to withdraw from the hunt for vampires, at least for the night, reflects a mix of resignation and unresolved tension, hinting at unresolved threads in the tangled web of her campus life.
The scene then shifts dramatically to Sienna and Isaiah, whose intimate moment is abruptly shattered by Karl, an amateur paranormal investigator inadvertently caught in the act of surveilling them. The sudden flash of a camera triggers a frantic and chaotic sequence of events, as Sienna and Isaiah, realizing their privacy has been grossly invaded, launch into a frenzied pursuit across the twilight-shrouded landscapes of their trailer park home all the way to the backend alleys of the town. Their pursuit is desperate, fueled by the dual fear of exposure and the supernatural implications of such photos falling into the wrong hands. The climax of this wild chase is a confrontation that's as much about reclaiming control from the brink of a supernatural exposé as it is about protecting the fragile veneer of normalcy that surrounds their lives. As the sirens of approaching police cars fill the air, a palpable sense of urgency sends Sienna and Isaiah fleeing into the night, leaving behind more questions than answers in the wake of their hastily covered tracks.
(Jodie's odd encounter(SRJack):SRJack)
[Wed Oct 2 2024]
In Room Six in Delta Delta Delta Sorority
This dorm room is a lively tapestry of college life and sisterhood, shared by two girls. On one wall, a DELTA DELTA DELTA tapestry takes center stage, surrounded by candid snapshots brimming with laughter and shared memories. Twin beds, each with plush, patterned bedding, are strategically positioned to maximize the space, their arrangement creating individual nooks of personality and comfort. A whiteboard calendar, bustling with color-coded events and deadlines, hangs near a makeshift vanity that's a collage of cosmetic treasures and strings of fairy lights surrounding a Wal-Mart mirror. Dressers sit at the foot of each bed, covered in stickers.
It is dusk, about 65F(18C) degrees, and the sky is covered by grey clouds.
If there is someone watching Jodie, it is from the trees -- some dead thing on pale wings, perhaps. In Jodie's arms, the girl moans, "He was ... he was asking about Hayleigh." Hayleigh? Fuck if Jodie really knows who that is, but wasn't there some other dumb girl who got caught up with a vampire?
"Do I look like superman?" Jodie tells the girl with a grunt. "Is she out here? Where is she? I could just take you to the clinic and tell someone else to find her." this rescue mission of one girl, could turn into two. Or even a fight. For now she decides to keep walking towards the white oak building where she can get medical attention for abby.
"She's in the clinic," Abby tells Jodie, breathing uncertainly. This girl needs medical attention like whoah, no question, but it does trigger some thought. There was some girl brought back to the clinic, a few weeks ago, some vampire, checked in. "He was demanding I let him in, but like." She coughs -- flecks of blood. "I don't even understand."
"Ok no more talking." Jodie says to someone, her voice that of a smokers but for now she tries to be reassuring. She walks without tiring towards the hospital wing of white oak if nothing stops her along the way.
"Ok no more talking." Jodie says to Abby, her voice that of a smokers but for now she tries to be reassuring. She walks without tiring towards the hospital wing of white oak if nothing stops her along the way.
Tromp, tromp, tromp. The dark many-fingered arms of the Warden's Wood give way, eventually, to the dusk-dappled grass of the campus proper. Jodie moves through the Institute until she reaches the clinic, and some nurse is there to meet her. "What happened?" the nurse -- it's a male nurse, some beefy orderly of a man -- "She's on the edge." It's a look at Jodie, some interrogation.
"There's a biter out there somewhere feeding on students it seems like. Apparently he's after some Hayleigh girl." Jodie says as she delivers the injured girl to a hospital bed. "It's not my problem. I'm not hunting and stupid vampires for you."
"Hayleigh Fry?" the orderly wonders. "We have her checked into the mental wing," he says. "Ash Starling and Tabitha Matheson brought her in a week or so ago. Was that the name?" he asks Jodie, focusing on her for a moment.
"Yeah..I think so." Jodie agrees, but she's not certain. She shrugs then ask, "Can I go?"
"Miss Moore," the orderly begins, shaking his head. "For someone who works in the clinic and goes to this school, you have a great deal of a lack of enthusiasm, don't you?" He glances outside, at the sky. "Even if perhaps it's to be expected." He looks at her. "You can go," he tells her. "I'll make sure Abby knows when she wakes up who saved her. From the looks of her?" he says. "It wasn't good, not at all."
Jodie does't give an excuse or even admit to what the orderly says. She just takes her leave when its given. She's troubled by what happened. She wouldn't care for any vampire, especially attacking fellow sisters. Maybe down the line she'll get a chance to deal with the culprit. But tonight she just wants to head back to her dorm and ride out the new moon
When Jodie goes, it is with the orderly watching her. He just shakes his head, muttering some brief prayer under his breath before he turns to go check on Abby. Is he religious? Of course he is. After all -- this is White Oak, where if the Holy Spirit does anything it is protect students as best as it can against the dark. Once Jodie is out of view, though, this episode at least seems to have passed, apart from worried looks before she gets back to her dorm to collapse.
(An amateur paranormal investigator has stumbled onto the truth of the supernatural world and has evidence. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
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"What do you mean, don't look away? You play too much," Sienna cannot help the flustered peal of laughter that spills out of her, obediently allowing her chin to be lifted until her green eyes lazily slide over Isaiah's face. "You shouldn't be joking around like that, Jay. You and them corny lines, I can't with you." She allows the second kiss, head tilted to brush their noses together before she props herself up on an elbow, waving her phone in the air. "Hold on, let me get this text finished." Her bracelet shifts on her arm, a constant pulse of magic spilling from it, no matter how hard she tries to keep the relic suppressed and out of sight.
"You /think/ I'm joking," Isaiah purrs to Sienna, her own nude form bared to the wind unlike the Swann who has at least curled up in the industrial bed with a shirt on, for what it's worth. It certainly doesn't protect her from the freckled, groping hand that has claimed her rear end. "Every time we get a chance to play, you get flustered and run off," the vivacious redhead reminds the biracial beauty that has crawled into her bed, leaning back with those vibrant autumnal curls spilling over her shoulders and the dip and swell of her curvaceous hips. A daring foot dips forward, settling between Sienna's knees in a halfhearted attempt to pry them apart, eyes settled on the prize they might find between thighs. "You're too afraid- you run from pleasure," taunts the Red Wolf, the briefest glimpse of elongated canines parting her mouth in a predatory grin; they are accompanied by the faintest flicker of lupine ears twitching and spasming at either side of her head, brushing away the remainder of those curls before reverting to a humanoid shape, spattered with freckles. "And ferocity," she adds on, taunting, smirking with a Devil-may-care attitude about her. "Let me have you."
The night was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. The moon hung low, casting long, twisted shadows across the trailer park grounds. Outside, the air was heavy with the scent of Fall, the remnants of a bygone season clinging to every surface. In the dim light of his flashlight, Karl Carter, an amateur paranormal investigator, moves cautiously through the dingy weeds. His heart pounds with a mix of fear and exhilaration. He had finally found itthe undeniable proof of the supernatural world. Well, almost. He found a lead. Clutched in his trembling hand is a camera, its memory card filled with images of ghostly apparitions and inexplicable phenomena that he hopes will be enough to bring to the news. Approaching from the northeast, this man stealthily makes his way toward the address he's been given and he's in no hurry; he doesn't want to be spotted. Creeping, that camera shakes ever so slightly in his hands as he finally makes it to a crouched position beneath the window he's been aiming for. A slow, slow motion of his head begins to work it's way up toward the window trying to find just a hint of what waits inside without giving himself away.
While Sienna and Isaiah continue to canoodle around in the woman's bed, that soft pulsing light casts a faint glow against the backdrop of the room's relatively dim lighting (because mood lighting?) while the fiery ginger seems to be whispering sweet nothings and platitudes at the biracial babe. As the pair contiune to talk quietly there's just a hint of something that tickles the back of Isaiah's mind. That feeling you get when you just think, or maybe you KNOW that somebody is watching you. Sienna doesn't seem to notice anything, until out of the corner of her eye ... a small red dot or flicker in the pane of the window! Then? A bright camera FlAsH! Another, and another rattle off through the window pane in rapid succession before the distinct sound of somebody tripping over their feet into the weeds and bushes can be heard. Then the grunting as they're scrambling to get up to their feet and run!
"You're always joking around," Sienna whines at Isaiah, refusing to take her amorous affections for more than a friend's overly affectionate indulgences. The hand clasping at he rear makes her back arch, squealing out with breathless laughter as she tries to wiggle and roll her way away, flipped over onto her stomach until her knees, momentarily parted by Isaiah's adventurous foot, manage to catch against the mattress to propel herself into a comfortable seat with her feet tucked up under her. Her mouth opens, ready to tell off the curly redhead in good jesting, before the sight of a red dot or flicker in the window pane catches her eye. The bright camera flash blinds her momentarily, leaving her recoiling away and scrambling off the bed. "Wait, what the fuck! Someone's snapping pictures," she shouts, snatching at a pair of basketball shorts - not hers, at least, but found somewhere along the way - to worm her way into. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, those pictures can't get out! JAY! THE DOOR!"
Isaiah is certainly both voyeur and exhibitionist, because when those images start being snapped by bright, flashing lights- she poses. She lifts a slender leg into the air, tossing her head back playfully, even winking towards the window, blowing a kiss, until she realizes that she was mid-shift when the process began. That sobers her immediately, a frustrated growl rumbling in her throat as she straightens herself out, stomping towards the window in aggravation, making every bit of her bared body jiggle as her clawed hands snatch at the bottom of the window sill then tear it upwards, gnashing her teeth. "Fuck a door," says the still-nude wench as she punches a fist through her screen and rips it out entirely. "God dammit... On a fucking New Moon no less. You've got to be kidding me," she sighs. "Sie, fucking... I don't know- hey, my basketball shorttts," the titchy thing whines, starting to climb out of the window backwards, one leg, then the other, ass-first, like some kind of pervert. "Fuck- my legs are too short- I can't reach the ground! Siiiiee!" they cry out, freckled legs flailing.
Wouldn't you know it, hearing that struggle beginning to ensue at the window, Karl can't help himself but to look back once. When he does, he can't believe what he's seeing! Far be it for him not to take a freebie, and the night is suddenly lit up with another series of FlAsHeS, the soft shuttering sound of a clicking camera picked up by the sharp ears of the woman dangling out of the trailer window as they realize too late the error of their immediate plan. Then more scrambling as the man is running away anew. Eventually, Sienna and Isaiah will manage to get themselves out of the trailer though, in some sort of state - and there's only one reasonable choice. Chase the man down and beat him within an inch of his life, because it's not likely you'll be able to KILL him. Meanwhile ...
Karl's breath comes in ragged gasps as he sprints through the dingy trailer park, the uneven ground threatening to trip him with every step. The trailers loom like silent sentinels, their windows dark and lifeless. He can hear the not-so-distant shouts of his pursuers, their footsteps growing louder with each passing second. Panic surges through him, but he forces himself to keep moving, weaving between rusted vehicles and discarded furniture. The air is heavy and laden with the smell of damp earth and rotting wood, adding to the oppressive atmosphere that seems to close in around him. Bursting out of the trailer park, Ethan finds himself in the narrow back alleyways of the small town. The dim streetlights cast long, flickering shadows, and the walls of the buildings seemed to close in on him. He darts down one alley, then another, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The sound of his pursuers echoes off the brick walls, a constant reminder that he's not safe. He stumbles over a pile of trash, barely catching himself before he falls, and pushes onward. The alleyways twist and turn, a labyrinth of darkness and danger. Karl knows he has to keep running. His only hope is to lose his pursuers in the maze of the towns forgotten corners.
The only problem with this is, those on his trail are far faster than he is, and far more equipped to chase a man down. The twists and turns of the alleys, and the guessing they create, is the only reason that they haven't caught up to Karl already! The sound of Isaiah and Sienna moving through the night isn't the sound of clunky motions, or thugs smashing their way through whatever obstacle enters their path. No, this is the light, near silent steps of two people who move with grace, and deadly agility. Gaining on the man more and more despite his attempt to use these zig-zagging corridors to try and escape, soon they will have the private dick in their eyesight. Rapidly pressing forward, it won't be but another moment or two before either Sienna or someone manage to snag a handful of this man's manilla-colored, dingy trench coat.
Wouldn't you know it, hearing that struggle beginning to ensue at the window, Karl can't help himself but to look back once. When he does, he can't believe what he's seeing! Far be it for him not to take a freebie, and the night is suddenly lit up with another series of FlAsHeS, the soft shuttering sound of a clicking camera picked up by the sharp ears of the woman dangling out of the trailer window as they realize too late the error of their immediate plan. Then more scrambling as the man is running away anew. Eventually, Sienna and Isaiah will manage to get themselves out of the trailer though, in some sort of state - and there's only one reasonable choice. Chase the man down and beat him within an inch of his life, because it's not likely you'll be able to KILL him. Meanwhile ...
Karl's breath comes in ragged gasps as he sprints through the dingy trailer park, the uneven ground threatening to trip him with every step. The trailers loom like silent sentinels, their windows dark and lifeless. He can hear the not-so-distant shouts of his pursuers, their footsteps growing louder with each passing second. Panic surges through him, but he forces himself to keep moving, weaving between rusted vehicles and discarded furniture. The air is heavy and laden with the smell of damp earth and rotting wood, adding to the oppressive atmosphere that seems to close in around him. Bursting out of the trailer park, Ethan finds himself in the narrow back alleyways of the small town. The dim streetlights cast long, flickering shadows, and the walls of the buildings seemed to close in on him. He darts down one alley, then another, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The sound of his pursuers echoes off the brick walls, a constant reminder that he's not safe. He stumbles over a pile of trash, barely catching himself before he falls, and pushes onward. The alleyways twist and turn, a labyrinth of darkness and danger. Karl knows he has to keep running. His only hope is to lose his pursuers in the maze of the towns forgotten corners.
The only problem with this is, those on his trail are far faster than he is, and far more equipped to chase a man down. The twists and turns of the alleys, and the guessing they create, is the only reason that they haven't caught up to Karl already! The sound of Isaiah and Sienna moving through the night isn't the sound of clunky motions, or thugs smashing their way through whatever obstacle enters their path. No, this is the light, near silent steps of two people who move with grace, and deadly agility. Gaining on the man more and more despite his attempt to use these zig-zagging corridors to try and escape, soon they will have the private dick in their eyesight. Rapidly pressing forward, it won't be but another moment or two before either Sienna or Isaiah manage to snag a handful of this man's manilla-colored, dingy trench coat.
Karl. It's KARL.
Sienna rolls her eyes, hearing Isaiah's helpless whine as they dangle out the window like some kind of ridiculous, naked disaster. "You've got to be kidding me," she mutters, glancing around the cluttered trailer. With a huff of frustration, she snatches a pair of old basketball shorts from the back of a chair and tosses them at Isaiah. "Here! Put these on and get out of there, for fuck's sake." Without waiting for a reply, she strides over to the window, grabbing hold of Isaiah's leg and shoving them through the rest of the way with a firm, no-nonsense push. The whimpering and flailing are cut short as Isaiah lands awkwardly on the ground outside with a thud. Sienna, barely taller than the one she just tossed out, grumbles under her breath as she hoists herself through the window right after. She hits the ground hard, her knees buckling from the impact, but she's already scrambling back to her feet, her bare legs pumping as she takes off after the man.
The trailer park is a mess of rusted vehicles and broken furniture, but she tries to leap over them, each breath burning her lungs as she sprints after Karl. "THAT BASTARD'S GOT MY BAAAAABYYYY!'"
"GOD DAMMIT SIENNA MY TITS ARE OUT STOP SCREAMING!!" Isaiah also screams, and between these two half-nude bad bitches, surely /someone/ is goign to come outside and watch the show. But this trashy trailer park is Isaiah's home- she knows every pothole, every dilapidated couch, every heroin needle by heart, and barefoot or not, she's Forrest Gump in this bitch because:
She
is
Runnin'!
Her phone is in her hand, thankfully, because she's certainly not pulling it out of her prison pocket, and desperately as her legs pump her titty-flapping form through the streets, there's only one number, one man who comes to mind: and it's not Saul that she better call. The moment he answers the phone, she's screaming again. "NOOOOVELLL!! SOME GUY TOOK PICTURES OF ME NAKED AND HE'S RUNNING BEHIND THE HUNT AND HOOK TOWARDS THE BANK!! MY /NUDES/!!"
Novel meanwhile, is having a normal-ass conversation talking about normal-ass housing issues. He pulls out the phone, thumbing it as it rings, and he's just about to say "Y-" And then recoils as the noise blazes right the fuck out of it and he holds the phone out at arms length as Isaiah BLAZES him with her fucking wild screeching that literally rattles his teeth. "FUCK." He says, sort of as a general punctuation as his brain picks up on the information and details. A huffing noise of exasperation.
And he turns to his vehicle. The vehicle. The motorized scrapyard wreck with an exposed engine and covered in so much rust you could probably get tetanus just for looking at it. "ALRIGHT, CALM the fuck down, I'm GOING. Chriiiiiist." The motor chugs, clunks, as he inserts the ghetto 'key' to get the vehicle rolling before screeeeching off in the leather seats that were probably literally stolen from a carriage as he barely follows any street laws to swing to cut off the man going towards the bank, a cloud of smoke and chaos in his wake.
And so a new player enters the fray as the gas-guzzling, oil-burning rat bike monstrosity that Novel rides roars to life and he's soon screeching across the baseball field rather than sticking to any streets, it's the easiest way to hit those alleyways behind the bank after all. He'll make it there quicker by vehicle ... but not by all that much. Novel will see a man in a dingy trenchcoat turning the corner onto Main Street by the time he catches up over there, and he's heading north. Catching up to him shouldn't be too much of a problem if his bike doesn't fall apart in the interim! Sienna will lag behind the group somewhat, though it won't take her all that long to cross the baseball diamond and the field that leads toward the backs of the buildings that line main street. Isaiah is even faster, pushing the limits of human speed though luckily there's not a lot of folks around to catch sight of this right now. Still, there's no telling who might be watching out there overall and depending on how Isaiah pushes themself will determine how close behind Novel they are.
OOC: Novel may use his next pose to catch up to this guy and do ... what he do to stop him and pause him. Isaiah and Sienna should be soon to catch up shortly thereafter.
Novel isn't in a bike! He's in a car. It's a full on rat rod. The man does the most logical thing one can imagine to someone who's holding the nudes of Isaiah and Sienna. He just aims just in front of the man making a runner. He's not particularly careful. Running him over... running in front of him... Why slow down? Oops it was an accident my bad he was wearing full black officer and I didn't see him. Not that he often gets arrested by cops anyway for various incredibly suspicious reasons. VROOM.
The man gets to consider his life's choices as a something built and designed in hell, a grim reaper of machinery, goes to overtake and slam into him. Sanctuary will probably protect him from getting SERIOUSLY injured at least, but not from being sideswiped and bounced around. After he's done his duty the man isn't sticking around there. He's gotta go lay low for a bit.
Sienna doesnt bother stifling her groan of frustration as Isaiah screams about her tits, but she keeps moving, vaulting over a tipped trashcan with a practiced ease. The soft thud of her feet hitting the ground barely registers against the rush of adrenaline pumping through her system. Every breath burns in her lungs as she sprints through the trailer park, trailing behind Isaiah but refusing to lose ground completely. Shes shorter, but damn if she isnt fast when she needs to be.
Of all the fucking days..." she mutters, dodging a pile of broken pallets before hitting the back alley running. The air smells like oil and damp earth, and her blood is boiling. Isaiahs scream on the phone a few minutes ago had already triggered a string of curses under her breath, but now, seeing that trench-coated bastard getting away with pictures of both of them?
UNBELIEEEEEEEEVABBBLEEE!!!!
She can hear the monstrous roar of Novel's rusted-out rat rod tearing up the baseball field ahead, the screech of tires growing louder as he careens toward Main Street. Sienna leaps a low fence, her eyes locking on the glint of the mans trench coat disappearing around the corner. "Fuckers fast," she whines, struggling to catch up to Isaiah blazing ahead, and she knows Novel's bout to come in and fuck shit up. There's no way in the hell she's going to let him get away with those shots, but damn are her legs like the little engine that could. CHUGGA CHUGA CHUGA CHUGA CHOO-CHOO, BITCH!
"YOU'VE GOT MY FUCKING BABY!" Sienna screams as she runs, PRAYING the chaos will catch attention."
Sienna doesnt bother stifling her groan of frustration as Isaiah screams about her tits, but she keeps moving, vaulting over a tipped trashcan with a practiced ease. The soft thud of her feet hitting the ground barely registers against the rush of adrenaline pumping through her system. Every breath burns in her lungs as she sprints through the trailer park, trailing behind Isaiah but refusing to lose ground completely. Shes shorter, but damn if she isnt fast when she needs to be.
"Of all the fucking days..." she mutters, dodging a pile of broken pallets before hitting the back alley running. The air smells like oil and damp earth, and her blood is boiling. Isaiahs scream on the phone a few minutes ago had already triggered a string of curses under her breath, but now, seeing that trench-coated bastard getting away with pictures of both of them?
UNBELIEEEEEEEEVABBBLEEE!!!!
She can hear the monstrous roar of Novel's rusted-out rat rod tearing up the baseball field ahead, the screech of tires growing louder as he careens toward Main Street. Sienna leaps a low fence, her eyes locking on the glint of the mans trench coat disappearing around the corner. "Fuckers fast," she whines, struggling to catch up to Isaiah blazing ahead, and she knows Novel's bout to come in and fuck shit up. There's no way in the hell she's going to let him get away with those shots, but damn are her legs like the little engine that could. CHUGGA CHUGA CHUGA CHUGA CHOO-CHOO, BITCH!
"YOU'VE GOT MY FUCKING BABY!" Sienna screams as she runs, PRAYING the chaos will catch attention.
There are lightss that begin to pop on in those darkened trailer windows as the others have been running through and then as they approach the beginnings of main street, the shouting and the commotion will have drawn the attention of at least SOME folks. Some of the vagrants that roam through the town seem the first to react to such screaming out as Sienna blatently calls on the natural reactions of society to come ot her rescue and it's the most down-trodden caste of the society that comes to her aid in this. There's almost this certainty that someone is even now currently calling into the sherrif's office reporting the potential kidnapping of a baby in Haven?! Then there's the loud SMASH of the sound of car and metal hitting solid meat. The screech of wheels burning rubber and the faint aroma of smoking tires is left behind. Isaiah will round the corner and find themselves looking down the street at the crumpled form of the man they're chasing. He's not a bloody mess or anything, Sanctuary does protect him but he's been bounced and rolled end over end and seems to be dazed and just laying there in the street not quite sure WHAT just hit him! Sienna comes around the corner soon after, giving Isaiah the jump on catching up to the man. For her, those legs begin to burn from the straight sprint across the south end of town at max speed but it's probably not the worst thing she's had to deal with. This too, can be endured. For just a little longer.
"Dammit Sienna shhh, I'm about to curb stomp this guy and you're yelling about kidnapped babies while my boobies are just... Flip-flopping!" Isaiah says in hushed tones and hisses of breath as her barefooted ass skids to a near-stop, drifting around the corner of that alley on Hart that leads behind the Post Office, a building's width away from Main Street at all times. "There he is- oh shit Novel got him," she reports, sprinting towards where that rat rod had clipped the peeping tom and then pulled off, and she waves a hand overhead towards the goon that peels the fuck off before the authorities arrive for questioning. "Loooove youuuuu!" she tells the nondescript fellow, her hero, her knight in rusting armor, her King.
someone "Alright, listen here you little shit," she snaps, nearly toppling over from her legs still being ready to keep sprinting despite the way she stops suddenly and snatches the camera right out of the guy's hands, sweeping the strap around her own neck for safekeeping before grabbing him by his collar and shoving him up against a brick wall- then slamming him into it repeatedly. "You're *wham* gonna *wham* tell me *wham* if *wham* this *wham* camera *wham* synchs *wham* to the Cloud *wham* or One Drive *wham wham wham* or anything like that, or you're *wham* going to be deep-throating a cactus for *wham* DINNER!!" she roars, slamming him thrice more for good measure, just enough to get her point across as the half-nude femme exacts reparations upon him.
"Dammit Sienna shhh, I'm about to curb stomp this guy and you're yelling about kidnapped babies while my boobies are just... Flip-flopping!" Isaiah says in hushed tones and hisses of breath as her barefooted ass skids to a near-stop, drifting around the corner of that alley on Hart that leads behind the Post Office, a building's width away from Main Street at all times. "There he is- oh shit Novel got him," she reports, sprinting towards where that rat rod had clipped the peeping tom and then pulled off, and she waves a hand overhead towards the goon that peels the fuck off before the authorities arrive for questioning. "Loooove youuuuu!" she tells the nondescript fellow, her hero, her knight in rusting armor, her King.
"Alright, listen here you little shit," she snaps, nearly toppling over from her legs still being ready to keep sprinting despite the way she stops suddenly and snatches the camera right out of the guy's hands, sweeping the strap around her own neck for safekeeping before grabbing him by his collar and shoving him up against a brick wall- then slamming him into it repeatedly. "You're *wham* gonna *wham* tell me *wham* if *wham* this *wham* camera *wham* synchs *wham* to the Cloud *wham* or One Drive *wham wham wham* or anything like that, or you're *wham* going to be deep-throating a cactus for *wham* DINNER!!" she roars, slamming him thrice more for good measure, just enough to get her point across as the half-nude femme exacts reparations upon him.
Sienna's lungs burn as she pushes herself harder, naked feet pounding against the asphalt as she rounds the final corner. She's fast, faster than she has any reason to be after running flat out for what feels like forever, but Isaiah's already ahead, and the rattling roar of Novel's rat rod had made quick work of downing their little problem.
She finally slows, her legs shaking from the effort, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Shit," she mutters, wiping a thin sheen of sweat from her forehead as she stumbles to a stop beside Isaiah. "I'm getting too old for this." Her legs ache, the girl not even out of her teens, as she watches Isaiah tear into the guy. She doubles over, hands on her knees, chest heaving as she catches her breath, clutching her stomach from laughing through the exhaustion. "Y-You better listen to her," she wheezes between breaths, pointing vaguely in the redhead's direction. "She's not fucking around."
Each slam of the man's head comes down against the concrete and asphalt as Isaiah grabs him up and starts manhandling him! As Sienna continues to catchup, the fiery ginger barely stopping short of just pimp-smacking this man in the middle of the street in full-plain view! If the man wanted to answer, it would be hard because every time he opens his mouth his teeth click shut from a fresh slam of his head that mystical protections prevent from cracking open the back of his skull. As Sienna finally approaches, the man seems on the verge of unconsciousness, but he manage to stammer out two halted words. "M-m-emory card" he says as he's being throttled by the small woman who shouldn't be able to do that. Bam! Bam! And then the man's unconscious in full, going completely limp in the werewolf's hands.
Isaiah retrieves the memory card if it is on Karl's person, and also retrieves the man's shoes- tossing them towards Sienna. "Put those on," she instructs the woman who had run here in her socks, despite Isaiah being barefoot herself. She has her eyes on a different prize: the man's coat, which she pilfers from his form and dons herself, sealing it closed in the front to conceal herself- then she starts to admire her new camera eagerly, flipping through the shots taken- are they only of herself and Sienna She deletes anything that doesn't involve them... Or nudity. She's keeping those, of course. ".. Let's get back, Sie... I think I hear Haven's finest actually putting down their donuts for once and heading this way," the redhead warns.
The humor evaporates from Sienna's features as she takes in the scene, the way Isaiah slams the man, each impact sending jolts through his body. The sight makes her stomach flip; the dude may have deserved a beating, but they can't afford to let this escalate into something deadly. Not here, not now. "JAYARR! ENOUGH!" she hisses, rushing forward to shove Isaiah off. "Come on, come on! Let's go!" She drops to her knees, pushing Isaiah aside as she quickly checks the guy's pulse. Her fingers press against his neck, feeling for a faint throb, before she's catching the shoes tossed her way. She scoffs, the irony of the situation not lost on her as she slips them onto her socked feet. "Yeah, like you're so modest now with that stolen coat," she mutters under her breath, her eyes flickering toward the faint wail of sirens drifting through the night air.
At the sound, her heart leaps into her throat. The police. She imagines the fallout. What her mother would do if this chaos ever got out. The scandal, the fury, the retribution waiting at home. Fear grips her tight, a fear deeper than anything a thug could muster. Without a second thought, the Swann turns and grips Isaiah by the wrist, then fucking bolts. Whatever pain or fatigue she had felt moments ago is gone, replaced by raw survival instinct as her feet hit the ground faster than they ever have. She sprints toward the back of the alley, fear fueling her flight as she races to escape Haven's finest and the threat of her mother finding out.
That might acutally be possible. Given the flood of reports from concerned trailer park residents into the hotline for the local PD, those sirens can in fact be heard slowly wee-wooing in the backdrop of the town. While Isaiah begins to rifle through the man's pockets and STEAL HIS SHOES?! She'll find the memory card in question tucked into an inner pocket of the trench coat the man's wearing. His limp body makes it easy enough to slip off the sneakers or shoes the man wears, and hell even his wallet and keys and anything else on his person, really. The camera is digital but high quality, one of those intended to really try and capture the 'magic' of analog film developing. Checking the other photos there do seem to be an entire collection of potentially damning photos. Most of them from windows or balconies - several of them blurred but still pretty alarming given whaty they show. People using speed, strength, shifting, even sorcery. This investiagator has been on the brink of a major break for some time it seems like, how lucky that Sienna and Isaiah managed to catch him tonight! Then the two are out like Ellen and disappearing back into the night before they can be questioned by the police, which would require a significant conversation and paperwork that nobody wants to fill out.
OOC: Thank you for participating tonight! Let me know if you need teleports.
The scene then shifts dramatically to Sienna and Isaiah, whose intimate moment is abruptly shattered by Karl, an amateur paranormal investigator inadvertently caught in the act of surveilling them. The sudden flash of a camera triggers a frantic and chaotic sequence of events, as Sienna and Isaiah, realizing their privacy has been grossly invaded, launch into a frenzied pursuit across the twilight-shrouded landscapes of their trailer park home all the way to the backend alleys of the town. Their pursuit is desperate, fueled by the dual fear of exposure and the supernatural implications of such photos falling into the wrong hands. The climax of this wild chase is a confrontation that's as much about reclaiming control from the brink of a supernatural exposé as it is about protecting the fragile veneer of normalcy that surrounds their lives. As the sirens of approaching police cars fill the air, a palpable sense of urgency sends Sienna and Isaiah fleeing into the night, leaving behind more questions than answers in the wake of their hastily covered tracks.
(Jodie's odd encounter(SRJack):SRJack)
[Wed Oct 2 2024]
In Room Six in Delta Delta Delta Sorority
This dorm room is a lively tapestry of college life and sisterhood, shared by two girls. On one wall, a DELTA DELTA DELTA tapestry takes center stage, surrounded by candid snapshots brimming with laughter and shared memories. Twin beds, each with plush, patterned bedding, are strategically positioned to maximize the space, their arrangement creating individual nooks of personality and comfort. A whiteboard calendar, bustling with color-coded events and deadlines, hangs near a makeshift vanity that's a collage of cosmetic treasures and strings of fairy lights surrounding a Wal-Mart mirror. Dressers sit at the foot of each bed, covered in stickers.
It is dusk, about 65F(18C) degrees, and the sky is covered by grey clouds.
If there is someone watching Jodie, it is from the trees -- some dead thing on pale wings, perhaps. In Jodie's arms, the girl moans, "He was ... he was asking about Hayleigh." Hayleigh? Fuck if Jodie really knows who that is, but wasn't there some other dumb girl who got caught up with a vampire?
"Do I look like superman?" Jodie tells the girl with a grunt. "Is she out here? Where is she? I could just take you to the clinic and tell someone else to find her." this rescue mission of one girl, could turn into two. Or even a fight. For now she decides to keep walking towards the white oak building where she can get medical attention for abby.
"She's in the clinic," Abby tells Jodie, breathing uncertainly. This girl needs medical attention like whoah, no question, but it does trigger some thought. There was some girl brought back to the clinic, a few weeks ago, some vampire, checked in. "He was demanding I let him in, but like." She coughs -- flecks of blood. "I don't even understand."
"Ok no more talking." Jodie says to someone, her voice that of a smokers but for now she tries to be reassuring. She walks without tiring towards the hospital wing of white oak if nothing stops her along the way.
"Ok no more talking." Jodie says to Abby, her voice that of a smokers but for now she tries to be reassuring. She walks without tiring towards the hospital wing of white oak if nothing stops her along the way.
Tromp, tromp, tromp. The dark many-fingered arms of the Warden's Wood give way, eventually, to the dusk-dappled grass of the campus proper. Jodie moves through the Institute until she reaches the clinic, and some nurse is there to meet her. "What happened?" the nurse -- it's a male nurse, some beefy orderly of a man -- "She's on the edge." It's a look at Jodie, some interrogation.
"There's a biter out there somewhere feeding on students it seems like. Apparently he's after some Hayleigh girl." Jodie says as she delivers the injured girl to a hospital bed. "It's not my problem. I'm not hunting and stupid vampires for you."
"Hayleigh Fry?" the orderly wonders. "We have her checked into the mental wing," he says. "Ash Starling and Tabitha Matheson brought her in a week or so ago. Was that the name?" he asks Jodie, focusing on her for a moment.
"Yeah..I think so." Jodie agrees, but she's not certain. She shrugs then ask, "Can I go?"
"Miss Moore," the orderly begins, shaking his head. "For someone who works in the clinic and goes to this school, you have a great deal of a lack of enthusiasm, don't you?" He glances outside, at the sky. "Even if perhaps it's to be expected." He looks at her. "You can go," he tells her. "I'll make sure Abby knows when she wakes up who saved her. From the looks of her?" he says. "It wasn't good, not at all."
Jodie does't give an excuse or even admit to what the orderly says. She just takes her leave when its given. She's troubled by what happened. She wouldn't care for any vampire, especially attacking fellow sisters. Maybe down the line she'll get a chance to deal with the culprit. But tonight she just wants to head back to her dorm and ride out the new moon
When Jodie goes, it is with the orderly watching her. He just shakes his head, muttering some brief prayer under his breath before he turns to go check on Abby. Is he religious? Of course he is. After all -- this is White Oak, where if the Holy Spirit does anything it is protect students as best as it can against the dark. Once Jodie is out of view, though, this episode at least seems to have passed, apart from worried looks before she gets back to her dorm to collapse.
(An amateur paranormal investigator has stumbled onto the truth of the supernatural world and has evidence. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
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"What do you mean, don't look away? You play too much," Sienna cannot help the flustered peal of laughter that spills out of her, obediently allowing her chin to be lifted until her green eyes lazily slide over Isaiah's face. "You shouldn't be joking around like that, Jay. You and them corny lines, I can't with you." She allows the second kiss, head tilted to brush their noses together before she props herself up on an elbow, waving her phone in the air. "Hold on, let me get this text finished." Her bracelet shifts on her arm, a constant pulse of magic spilling from it, no matter how hard she tries to keep the relic suppressed and out of sight.
"You /think/ I'm joking," Isaiah purrs to Sienna, her own nude form bared to the wind unlike the Swann who has at least curled up in the industrial bed with a shirt on, for what it's worth. It certainly doesn't protect her from the freckled, groping hand that has claimed her rear end. "Every time we get a chance to play, you get flustered and run off," the vivacious redhead reminds the biracial beauty that has crawled into her bed, leaning back with those vibrant autumnal curls spilling over her shoulders and the dip and swell of her curvaceous hips. A daring foot dips forward, settling between Sienna's knees in a halfhearted attempt to pry them apart, eyes settled on the prize they might find between thighs. "You're too afraid- you run from pleasure," taunts the Red Wolf, the briefest glimpse of elongated canines parting her mouth in a predatory grin; they are accompanied by the faintest flicker of lupine ears twitching and spasming at either side of her head, brushing away the remainder of those curls before reverting to a humanoid shape, spattered with freckles. "And ferocity," she adds on, taunting, smirking with a Devil-may-care attitude about her. "Let me have you."
The night was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. The moon hung low, casting long, twisted shadows across the trailer park grounds. Outside, the air was heavy with the scent of Fall, the remnants of a bygone season clinging to every surface. In the dim light of his flashlight, Karl Carter, an amateur paranormal investigator, moves cautiously through the dingy weeds. His heart pounds with a mix of fear and exhilaration. He had finally found itthe undeniable proof of the supernatural world. Well, almost. He found a lead. Clutched in his trembling hand is a camera, its memory card filled with images of ghostly apparitions and inexplicable phenomena that he hopes will be enough to bring to the news. Approaching from the northeast, this man stealthily makes his way toward the address he's been given and he's in no hurry; he doesn't want to be spotted. Creeping, that camera shakes ever so slightly in his hands as he finally makes it to a crouched position beneath the window he's been aiming for. A slow, slow motion of his head begins to work it's way up toward the window trying to find just a hint of what waits inside without giving himself away.
While Sienna and Isaiah continue to canoodle around in the woman's bed, that soft pulsing light casts a faint glow against the backdrop of the room's relatively dim lighting (because mood lighting?) while the fiery ginger seems to be whispering sweet nothings and platitudes at the biracial babe. As the pair contiune to talk quietly there's just a hint of something that tickles the back of Isaiah's mind. That feeling you get when you just think, or maybe you KNOW that somebody is watching you. Sienna doesn't seem to notice anything, until out of the corner of her eye ... a small red dot or flicker in the pane of the window! Then? A bright camera FlAsH! Another, and another rattle off through the window pane in rapid succession before the distinct sound of somebody tripping over their feet into the weeds and bushes can be heard. Then the grunting as they're scrambling to get up to their feet and run!
"You're always joking around," Sienna whines at Isaiah, refusing to take her amorous affections for more than a friend's overly affectionate indulgences. The hand clasping at he rear makes her back arch, squealing out with breathless laughter as she tries to wiggle and roll her way away, flipped over onto her stomach until her knees, momentarily parted by Isaiah's adventurous foot, manage to catch against the mattress to propel herself into a comfortable seat with her feet tucked up under her. Her mouth opens, ready to tell off the curly redhead in good jesting, before the sight of a red dot or flicker in the window pane catches her eye. The bright camera flash blinds her momentarily, leaving her recoiling away and scrambling off the bed. "Wait, what the fuck! Someone's snapping pictures," she shouts, snatching at a pair of basketball shorts - not hers, at least, but found somewhere along the way - to worm her way into. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, those pictures can't get out! JAY! THE DOOR!"
Isaiah is certainly both voyeur and exhibitionist, because when those images start being snapped by bright, flashing lights- she poses. She lifts a slender leg into the air, tossing her head back playfully, even winking towards the window, blowing a kiss, until she realizes that she was mid-shift when the process began. That sobers her immediately, a frustrated growl rumbling in her throat as she straightens herself out, stomping towards the window in aggravation, making every bit of her bared body jiggle as her clawed hands snatch at the bottom of the window sill then tear it upwards, gnashing her teeth. "Fuck a door," says the still-nude wench as she punches a fist through her screen and rips it out entirely. "God dammit... On a fucking New Moon no less. You've got to be kidding me," she sighs. "Sie, fucking... I don't know- hey, my basketball shorttts," the titchy thing whines, starting to climb out of the window backwards, one leg, then the other, ass-first, like some kind of pervert. "Fuck- my legs are too short- I can't reach the ground! Siiiiee!" they cry out, freckled legs flailing.
Wouldn't you know it, hearing that struggle beginning to ensue at the window, Karl can't help himself but to look back once. When he does, he can't believe what he's seeing! Far be it for him not to take a freebie, and the night is suddenly lit up with another series of FlAsHeS, the soft shuttering sound of a clicking camera picked up by the sharp ears of the woman dangling out of the trailer window as they realize too late the error of their immediate plan. Then more scrambling as the man is running away anew. Eventually, Sienna and Isaiah will manage to get themselves out of the trailer though, in some sort of state - and there's only one reasonable choice. Chase the man down and beat him within an inch of his life, because it's not likely you'll be able to KILL him. Meanwhile ...
Karl's breath comes in ragged gasps as he sprints through the dingy trailer park, the uneven ground threatening to trip him with every step. The trailers loom like silent sentinels, their windows dark and lifeless. He can hear the not-so-distant shouts of his pursuers, their footsteps growing louder with each passing second. Panic surges through him, but he forces himself to keep moving, weaving between rusted vehicles and discarded furniture. The air is heavy and laden with the smell of damp earth and rotting wood, adding to the oppressive atmosphere that seems to close in around him. Bursting out of the trailer park, Ethan finds himself in the narrow back alleyways of the small town. The dim streetlights cast long, flickering shadows, and the walls of the buildings seemed to close in on him. He darts down one alley, then another, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The sound of his pursuers echoes off the brick walls, a constant reminder that he's not safe. He stumbles over a pile of trash, barely catching himself before he falls, and pushes onward. The alleyways twist and turn, a labyrinth of darkness and danger. Karl knows he has to keep running. His only hope is to lose his pursuers in the maze of the towns forgotten corners.
The only problem with this is, those on his trail are far faster than he is, and far more equipped to chase a man down. The twists and turns of the alleys, and the guessing they create, is the only reason that they haven't caught up to Karl already! The sound of Isaiah and Sienna moving through the night isn't the sound of clunky motions, or thugs smashing their way through whatever obstacle enters their path. No, this is the light, near silent steps of two people who move with grace, and deadly agility. Gaining on the man more and more despite his attempt to use these zig-zagging corridors to try and escape, soon they will have the private dick in their eyesight. Rapidly pressing forward, it won't be but another moment or two before either Sienna or someone manage to snag a handful of this man's manilla-colored, dingy trench coat.
Wouldn't you know it, hearing that struggle beginning to ensue at the window, Karl can't help himself but to look back once. When he does, he can't believe what he's seeing! Far be it for him not to take a freebie, and the night is suddenly lit up with another series of FlAsHeS, the soft shuttering sound of a clicking camera picked up by the sharp ears of the woman dangling out of the trailer window as they realize too late the error of their immediate plan. Then more scrambling as the man is running away anew. Eventually, Sienna and Isaiah will manage to get themselves out of the trailer though, in some sort of state - and there's only one reasonable choice. Chase the man down and beat him within an inch of his life, because it's not likely you'll be able to KILL him. Meanwhile ...
Karl's breath comes in ragged gasps as he sprints through the dingy trailer park, the uneven ground threatening to trip him with every step. The trailers loom like silent sentinels, their windows dark and lifeless. He can hear the not-so-distant shouts of his pursuers, their footsteps growing louder with each passing second. Panic surges through him, but he forces himself to keep moving, weaving between rusted vehicles and discarded furniture. The air is heavy and laden with the smell of damp earth and rotting wood, adding to the oppressive atmosphere that seems to close in around him. Bursting out of the trailer park, Ethan finds himself in the narrow back alleyways of the small town. The dim streetlights cast long, flickering shadows, and the walls of the buildings seemed to close in on him. He darts down one alley, then another, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. The sound of his pursuers echoes off the brick walls, a constant reminder that he's not safe. He stumbles over a pile of trash, barely catching himself before he falls, and pushes onward. The alleyways twist and turn, a labyrinth of darkness and danger. Karl knows he has to keep running. His only hope is to lose his pursuers in the maze of the towns forgotten corners.
The only problem with this is, those on his trail are far faster than he is, and far more equipped to chase a man down. The twists and turns of the alleys, and the guessing they create, is the only reason that they haven't caught up to Karl already! The sound of Isaiah and Sienna moving through the night isn't the sound of clunky motions, or thugs smashing their way through whatever obstacle enters their path. No, this is the light, near silent steps of two people who move with grace, and deadly agility. Gaining on the man more and more despite his attempt to use these zig-zagging corridors to try and escape, soon they will have the private dick in their eyesight. Rapidly pressing forward, it won't be but another moment or two before either Sienna or Isaiah manage to snag a handful of this man's manilla-colored, dingy trench coat.
Karl. It's KARL.
Sienna rolls her eyes, hearing Isaiah's helpless whine as they dangle out the window like some kind of ridiculous, naked disaster. "You've got to be kidding me," she mutters, glancing around the cluttered trailer. With a huff of frustration, she snatches a pair of old basketball shorts from the back of a chair and tosses them at Isaiah. "Here! Put these on and get out of there, for fuck's sake." Without waiting for a reply, she strides over to the window, grabbing hold of Isaiah's leg and shoving them through the rest of the way with a firm, no-nonsense push. The whimpering and flailing are cut short as Isaiah lands awkwardly on the ground outside with a thud. Sienna, barely taller than the one she just tossed out, grumbles under her breath as she hoists herself through the window right after. She hits the ground hard, her knees buckling from the impact, but she's already scrambling back to her feet, her bare legs pumping as she takes off after the man.
The trailer park is a mess of rusted vehicles and broken furniture, but she tries to leap over them, each breath burning her lungs as she sprints after Karl. "THAT BASTARD'S GOT MY BAAAAABYYYY!'"
"GOD DAMMIT SIENNA MY TITS ARE OUT STOP SCREAMING!!" Isaiah also screams, and between these two half-nude bad bitches, surely /someone/ is goign to come outside and watch the show. But this trashy trailer park is Isaiah's home- she knows every pothole, every dilapidated couch, every heroin needle by heart, and barefoot or not, she's Forrest Gump in this bitch because:
She
is
Runnin'!
Her phone is in her hand, thankfully, because she's certainly not pulling it out of her prison pocket, and desperately as her legs pump her titty-flapping form through the streets, there's only one number, one man who comes to mind: and it's not Saul that she better call. The moment he answers the phone, she's screaming again. "NOOOOVELLL!! SOME GUY TOOK PICTURES OF ME NAKED AND HE'S RUNNING BEHIND THE HUNT AND HOOK TOWARDS THE BANK!! MY /NUDES/!!"
Novel meanwhile, is having a normal-ass conversation talking about normal-ass housing issues. He pulls out the phone, thumbing it as it rings, and he's just about to say "Y-" And then recoils as the noise blazes right the fuck out of it and he holds the phone out at arms length as Isaiah BLAZES him with her fucking wild screeching that literally rattles his teeth. "FUCK." He says, sort of as a general punctuation as his brain picks up on the information and details. A huffing noise of exasperation.
And he turns to his vehicle. The vehicle. The motorized scrapyard wreck with an exposed engine and covered in so much rust you could probably get tetanus just for looking at it. "ALRIGHT, CALM the fuck down, I'm GOING. Chriiiiiist." The motor chugs, clunks, as he inserts the ghetto 'key' to get the vehicle rolling before screeeeching off in the leather seats that were probably literally stolen from a carriage as he barely follows any street laws to swing to cut off the man going towards the bank, a cloud of smoke and chaos in his wake.
And so a new player enters the fray as the gas-guzzling, oil-burning rat bike monstrosity that Novel rides roars to life and he's soon screeching across the baseball field rather than sticking to any streets, it's the easiest way to hit those alleyways behind the bank after all. He'll make it there quicker by vehicle ... but not by all that much. Novel will see a man in a dingy trenchcoat turning the corner onto Main Street by the time he catches up over there, and he's heading north. Catching up to him shouldn't be too much of a problem if his bike doesn't fall apart in the interim! Sienna will lag behind the group somewhat, though it won't take her all that long to cross the baseball diamond and the field that leads toward the backs of the buildings that line main street. Isaiah is even faster, pushing the limits of human speed though luckily there's not a lot of folks around to catch sight of this right now. Still, there's no telling who might be watching out there overall and depending on how Isaiah pushes themself will determine how close behind Novel they are.
OOC: Novel may use his next pose to catch up to this guy and do ... what he do to stop him and pause him. Isaiah and Sienna should be soon to catch up shortly thereafter.
Novel isn't in a bike! He's in a car. It's a full on rat rod. The man does the most logical thing one can imagine to someone who's holding the nudes of Isaiah and Sienna. He just aims just in front of the man making a runner. He's not particularly careful. Running him over... running in front of him... Why slow down? Oops it was an accident my bad he was wearing full black officer and I didn't see him. Not that he often gets arrested by cops anyway for various incredibly suspicious reasons. VROOM.
The man gets to consider his life's choices as a something built and designed in hell, a grim reaper of machinery, goes to overtake and slam into him. Sanctuary will probably protect him from getting SERIOUSLY injured at least, but not from being sideswiped and bounced around. After he's done his duty the man isn't sticking around there. He's gotta go lay low for a bit.
Sienna doesnt bother stifling her groan of frustration as Isaiah screams about her tits, but she keeps moving, vaulting over a tipped trashcan with a practiced ease. The soft thud of her feet hitting the ground barely registers against the rush of adrenaline pumping through her system. Every breath burns in her lungs as she sprints through the trailer park, trailing behind Isaiah but refusing to lose ground completely. Shes shorter, but damn if she isnt fast when she needs to be.
Of all the fucking days..." she mutters, dodging a pile of broken pallets before hitting the back alley running. The air smells like oil and damp earth, and her blood is boiling. Isaiahs scream on the phone a few minutes ago had already triggered a string of curses under her breath, but now, seeing that trench-coated bastard getting away with pictures of both of them?
UNBELIEEEEEEEEVABBBLEEE!!!!
She can hear the monstrous roar of Novel's rusted-out rat rod tearing up the baseball field ahead, the screech of tires growing louder as he careens toward Main Street. Sienna leaps a low fence, her eyes locking on the glint of the mans trench coat disappearing around the corner. "Fuckers fast," she whines, struggling to catch up to Isaiah blazing ahead, and she knows Novel's bout to come in and fuck shit up. There's no way in the hell she's going to let him get away with those shots, but damn are her legs like the little engine that could. CHUGGA CHUGA CHUGA CHUGA CHOO-CHOO, BITCH!
"YOU'VE GOT MY FUCKING BABY!" Sienna screams as she runs, PRAYING the chaos will catch attention."
Sienna doesnt bother stifling her groan of frustration as Isaiah screams about her tits, but she keeps moving, vaulting over a tipped trashcan with a practiced ease. The soft thud of her feet hitting the ground barely registers against the rush of adrenaline pumping through her system. Every breath burns in her lungs as she sprints through the trailer park, trailing behind Isaiah but refusing to lose ground completely. Shes shorter, but damn if she isnt fast when she needs to be.
"Of all the fucking days..." she mutters, dodging a pile of broken pallets before hitting the back alley running. The air smells like oil and damp earth, and her blood is boiling. Isaiahs scream on the phone a few minutes ago had already triggered a string of curses under her breath, but now, seeing that trench-coated bastard getting away with pictures of both of them?
UNBELIEEEEEEEEVABBBLEEE!!!!
She can hear the monstrous roar of Novel's rusted-out rat rod tearing up the baseball field ahead, the screech of tires growing louder as he careens toward Main Street. Sienna leaps a low fence, her eyes locking on the glint of the mans trench coat disappearing around the corner. "Fuckers fast," she whines, struggling to catch up to Isaiah blazing ahead, and she knows Novel's bout to come in and fuck shit up. There's no way in the hell she's going to let him get away with those shots, but damn are her legs like the little engine that could. CHUGGA CHUGA CHUGA CHUGA CHOO-CHOO, BITCH!
"YOU'VE GOT MY FUCKING BABY!" Sienna screams as she runs, PRAYING the chaos will catch attention.
There are lightss that begin to pop on in those darkened trailer windows as the others have been running through and then as they approach the beginnings of main street, the shouting and the commotion will have drawn the attention of at least SOME folks. Some of the vagrants that roam through the town seem the first to react to such screaming out as Sienna blatently calls on the natural reactions of society to come ot her rescue and it's the most down-trodden caste of the society that comes to her aid in this. There's almost this certainty that someone is even now currently calling into the sherrif's office reporting the potential kidnapping of a baby in Haven?! Then there's the loud SMASH of the sound of car and metal hitting solid meat. The screech of wheels burning rubber and the faint aroma of smoking tires is left behind. Isaiah will round the corner and find themselves looking down the street at the crumpled form of the man they're chasing. He's not a bloody mess or anything, Sanctuary does protect him but he's been bounced and rolled end over end and seems to be dazed and just laying there in the street not quite sure WHAT just hit him! Sienna comes around the corner soon after, giving Isaiah the jump on catching up to the man. For her, those legs begin to burn from the straight sprint across the south end of town at max speed but it's probably not the worst thing she's had to deal with. This too, can be endured. For just a little longer.
"Dammit Sienna shhh, I'm about to curb stomp this guy and you're yelling about kidnapped babies while my boobies are just... Flip-flopping!" Isaiah says in hushed tones and hisses of breath as her barefooted ass skids to a near-stop, drifting around the corner of that alley on Hart that leads behind the Post Office, a building's width away from Main Street at all times. "There he is- oh shit Novel got him," she reports, sprinting towards where that rat rod had clipped the peeping tom and then pulled off, and she waves a hand overhead towards the goon that peels the fuck off before the authorities arrive for questioning. "Loooove youuuuu!" she tells the nondescript fellow, her hero, her knight in rusting armor, her King.
someone "Alright, listen here you little shit," she snaps, nearly toppling over from her legs still being ready to keep sprinting despite the way she stops suddenly and snatches the camera right out of the guy's hands, sweeping the strap around her own neck for safekeeping before grabbing him by his collar and shoving him up against a brick wall- then slamming him into it repeatedly. "You're *wham* gonna *wham* tell me *wham* if *wham* this *wham* camera *wham* synchs *wham* to the Cloud *wham* or One Drive *wham wham wham* or anything like that, or you're *wham* going to be deep-throating a cactus for *wham* DINNER!!" she roars, slamming him thrice more for good measure, just enough to get her point across as the half-nude femme exacts reparations upon him.
"Dammit Sienna shhh, I'm about to curb stomp this guy and you're yelling about kidnapped babies while my boobies are just... Flip-flopping!" Isaiah says in hushed tones and hisses of breath as her barefooted ass skids to a near-stop, drifting around the corner of that alley on Hart that leads behind the Post Office, a building's width away from Main Street at all times. "There he is- oh shit Novel got him," she reports, sprinting towards where that rat rod had clipped the peeping tom and then pulled off, and she waves a hand overhead towards the goon that peels the fuck off before the authorities arrive for questioning. "Loooove youuuuu!" she tells the nondescript fellow, her hero, her knight in rusting armor, her King.
"Alright, listen here you little shit," she snaps, nearly toppling over from her legs still being ready to keep sprinting despite the way she stops suddenly and snatches the camera right out of the guy's hands, sweeping the strap around her own neck for safekeeping before grabbing him by his collar and shoving him up against a brick wall- then slamming him into it repeatedly. "You're *wham* gonna *wham* tell me *wham* if *wham* this *wham* camera *wham* synchs *wham* to the Cloud *wham* or One Drive *wham wham wham* or anything like that, or you're *wham* going to be deep-throating a cactus for *wham* DINNER!!" she roars, slamming him thrice more for good measure, just enough to get her point across as the half-nude femme exacts reparations upon him.
Sienna's lungs burn as she pushes herself harder, naked feet pounding against the asphalt as she rounds the final corner. She's fast, faster than she has any reason to be after running flat out for what feels like forever, but Isaiah's already ahead, and the rattling roar of Novel's rat rod had made quick work of downing their little problem.
She finally slows, her legs shaking from the effort, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Shit," she mutters, wiping a thin sheen of sweat from her forehead as she stumbles to a stop beside Isaiah. "I'm getting too old for this." Her legs ache, the girl not even out of her teens, as she watches Isaiah tear into the guy. She doubles over, hands on her knees, chest heaving as she catches her breath, clutching her stomach from laughing through the exhaustion. "Y-You better listen to her," she wheezes between breaths, pointing vaguely in the redhead's direction. "She's not fucking around."
Each slam of the man's head comes down against the concrete and asphalt as Isaiah grabs him up and starts manhandling him! As Sienna continues to catchup, the fiery ginger barely stopping short of just pimp-smacking this man in the middle of the street in full-plain view! If the man wanted to answer, it would be hard because every time he opens his mouth his teeth click shut from a fresh slam of his head that mystical protections prevent from cracking open the back of his skull. As Sienna finally approaches, the man seems on the verge of unconsciousness, but he manage to stammer out two halted words. "M-m-emory card" he says as he's being throttled by the small woman who shouldn't be able to do that. Bam! Bam! And then the man's unconscious in full, going completely limp in the werewolf's hands.
Isaiah retrieves the memory card if it is on Karl's person, and also retrieves the man's shoes- tossing them towards Sienna. "Put those on," she instructs the woman who had run here in her socks, despite Isaiah being barefoot herself. She has her eyes on a different prize: the man's coat, which she pilfers from his form and dons herself, sealing it closed in the front to conceal herself- then she starts to admire her new camera eagerly, flipping through the shots taken- are they only of herself and Sienna She deletes anything that doesn't involve them... Or nudity. She's keeping those, of course. ".. Let's get back, Sie... I think I hear Haven's finest actually putting down their donuts for once and heading this way," the redhead warns.
The humor evaporates from Sienna's features as she takes in the scene, the way Isaiah slams the man, each impact sending jolts through his body. The sight makes her stomach flip; the dude may have deserved a beating, but they can't afford to let this escalate into something deadly. Not here, not now. "JAYARR! ENOUGH!" she hisses, rushing forward to shove Isaiah off. "Come on, come on! Let's go!" She drops to her knees, pushing Isaiah aside as she quickly checks the guy's pulse. Her fingers press against his neck, feeling for a faint throb, before she's catching the shoes tossed her way. She scoffs, the irony of the situation not lost on her as she slips them onto her socked feet. "Yeah, like you're so modest now with that stolen coat," she mutters under her breath, her eyes flickering toward the faint wail of sirens drifting through the night air.
At the sound, her heart leaps into her throat. The police. She imagines the fallout. What her mother would do if this chaos ever got out. The scandal, the fury, the retribution waiting at home. Fear grips her tight, a fear deeper than anything a thug could muster. Without a second thought, the Swann turns and grips Isaiah by the wrist, then fucking bolts. Whatever pain or fatigue she had felt moments ago is gone, replaced by raw survival instinct as her feet hit the ground faster than they ever have. She sprints toward the back of the alley, fear fueling her flight as she races to escape Haven's finest and the threat of her mother finding out.
That might acutally be possible. Given the flood of reports from concerned trailer park residents into the hotline for the local PD, those sirens can in fact be heard slowly wee-wooing in the backdrop of the town. While Isaiah begins to rifle through the man's pockets and STEAL HIS SHOES?! She'll find the memory card in question tucked into an inner pocket of the trench coat the man's wearing. His limp body makes it easy enough to slip off the sneakers or shoes the man wears, and hell even his wallet and keys and anything else on his person, really. The camera is digital but high quality, one of those intended to really try and capture the 'magic' of analog film developing. Checking the other photos there do seem to be an entire collection of potentially damning photos. Most of them from windows or balconies - several of them blurred but still pretty alarming given whaty they show. People using speed, strength, shifting, even sorcery. This investiagator has been on the brink of a major break for some time it seems like, how lucky that Sienna and Isaiah managed to catch him tonight! Then the two are out like Ellen and disappearing back into the night before they can be questioned by the police, which would require a significant conversation and paperwork that nobody wants to fill out.
OOC: Thank you for participating tonight! Let me know if you need teleports.