Rin Cooper
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Post by Rin Cooper on Oct 3, 2011 19:47:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/10wk0wi.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 614px; padding: 0px;, bTable]The diner was located right off the old Route 66 and the owners had taken that maybe a little too much to heart. Despite that the building was a remodeled 80s era Shakey's, the interior was decorated like some kind of Happy Days/American Graffiti nightmare. The floors were black and white checkered tile, the light fixtures were pink neon, and anything that could have chrome slapped on it, did. The waitresses were forced into white tee shirts and black jeans with pink ribbon bows around their ponytails. Rin made the ridiculous outfit work for her, but a person would have to be a monster of insensitivity not to pity the fifty-something career waitress who was working the other section. The young brunette stepped up to the booth where a Flynn had just sat down and handed over a laminated menu with a wide, very wide smile. "Hey there, welcome to the Stardust Diner." Yes, everything about this place was that cheesy. There were even hubcaps on the walls. Hubcaps rimmed in pink neon. "Can I get you something to drink?" It was like one of those drawings in a kids' magazine. What's Wrong With This Picture? At first glance everything was fine. Touristy diner, smell of french fries in the air, cutey waitress who may or may not be jailbait. But there were things wrong. Subtle things, easy to miss at first glance. The smile on the waitress's face was too big, too wide. It could be overfriendliness, but it could be strain. Customers all around were eating, chatting, looking fine and dandy, but the busboy was just standing near the fire exit, gripping the handles of his tub so hard that his knuckles were turning white and staring out the window at...something. The older waitress was moving stiffly, and though she'd just finished topping up coffee cups at a four-top near the kitchen entrance she walked right past the booth where a couple of blue-collar guys were both holding up their cups for a refill. Also, despite the smell of food in the air, the number of people with plates in front of them, there was no sound coming out of the kitchen. No clank of dishes or metal tools, no radio going, no sign of the cooks through the passthrough window. Everything was fine in the broad strokes but wrong, very wrong in the details. But the waitress whose name tag read RIN was smiling, smiling far too brightly as she did not remotely wait for Flynn's answer before nodding hard enough to send the long brown ponytail bouncing. "Coffee coming right up." Heading over to the beverage station, she returned a moment later with the coffee pot and poured Flynn a cup, set a napkin down next to the mug despite that there was already one sitting under his silverware. "There you go. When you know what else you want, just let me know?" She gave Flynn a too-significant look, then a hard glance down at the folded napkin tucked under the handle of the black stoneware mug. It wasn't folded quite evenly, from up close the writing in the folded-over middle could be seen around the edges. Rin gave the big dark-haired hunter a desperate almost-smile and then retreated to the passthrough, keeping her body turned to where she could see both the kitchen and the table with her newest, most important customer. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Music: Lies - The Pierces Outfit: The black, white and pink outfit they make her wear. Notes: Why not start things off with some excitement, right? [/style] |
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Post by Flynn Koch on Oct 3, 2011 20:36:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Flynn had the night to himself. Zaza had hopped off to stay in a motel a couple hundred miles away from the diner and his brothers had headed off on a hunt of their own. The foursome had split up and would end up regrouping the next morning, as they usually did. So, he'd gotten inside his truck and simply enjoyed the open road. He had pulled into the diner's parking lot because it looked shiny and, although ridiculously retro, it called to him. He studied the diner thoughtfully, taking in the odd atmosphere. His gaze lingered on the bus boy until his attention was called to the bright waitress at his table. He hadn't even opened his mouth when she told him something about getting a coffee and darted off. Flynn frowned. Either she was just a very bad waitress, or there was something going on under the tacky decorations. The food smelled good, but everything about the diner was somehow completely wrong. His gaze, sharp and suspicious now, focused on the passthrough to the kitchen. He waited, looking calm and somehow relaxed, for a dish to come through, for a face to peek out looking for a waitress. Nothing. The girl came back, an extra napkin in hand. She was trying too hard, but her point made it across. Flynn watched her disappear and pulled over his menu, looking at it all too calmly. Surreptitiously, he unfolded the extra napkin, scannin the message quickly before taking a sip of the coffee, bland as hell, and wiping his face with said napkin. His mind ran through possibilities, trying to figure out what the hell was going on and what, exactly, was in the kitchen. With the note lodged in his mind, he couldn't just get up and leave. Luckily, being a cautious man, he had come into the diner covered in weapons. All of them were hidden, of course. His brows furrowed and he met her gaze from across the diner. He lifted two fingers up, selecting an item at random to order. When she arrived at the table, he cleared his throat and kept his voice calm, but low. "Mind telling me what's going on, Rin? I don't see any steak on this menu, is there any chance I can get one?" His eyes never left hers. [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Stardust Diner Warwick, OK Outfit: Big ass boots, a white tank and a dark green button up with jeans Music: Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf Notes: He oozes bad assery! [/style] |
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Post by Rin Cooper on Oct 3, 2011 22:13:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/10wk0wi.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 614px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Swaying her way over to Flynn's table (certain habits will hold no matter the circumstances, and Rin was a past Grand Master of working a pair of tight jeans), the waitress held up her pad but then smiled and promised, "Oh, honey, we've got steaks on the menu. They're just under specials. Here--" she bent over the back of his chair so that she could look over his shoulder to point out the steak and eggs special. It stuck her ass out attractively and on another day it might have been a come-on. Today, however, even as she was stretching an arm over his shoulder and pointing a sparkly silver fingernail at the breakfast specials Rin had her face turned so that she could murmur practically against Flynn's cheekbone, "It's in the kitchen. It looked human when it got here, now it's all scabrous with a huge mouth. It...she...it pushed its forearm bone out through its wrist or something and used it to suck out Carly's brain through her eye socket. So please dear sweet merciful God tell me you know how to kill it? Because the second you got out of that truck it started killing people and telling us not to let you know anything's wrong." Her breath stuttered against Flynn's half-stubbly cheek, warm and slightly damp and smelling of sweet mint gum. She was bent over the back of his chair, her breasts against the back of his shoulder and it was all very coquettish from a distance and hushed and fearful in truth as she breathed out, "That piece of fake Graceland gate on the wall by the beverage station is cold iron. There's no silver in here that I know of. Do you know what to do about this thing?" [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Music: Lies - The Pierces Outfit: The black, white and pink outfit they make her wear. Notes: Does not know enough to deal with this. [/style] |
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Post by Flynn Koch on Oct 4, 2011 0:00:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Despite the situation, Flynn was still a man and could appreciate the sway of Rin's hips as she made her way to him. The firm press of her breasts against his shoulder would normally have had him entirely distracted. Luckily, the hunt was a focal point and he wasn't going to let himself jump off the tracks. Especially when there were lives in danger. He took in every bit of information, going through the catalogue of monsters in his head. "Wraith. And I conveniently left my wallet in the truck. " He sighed. "Alright, I want you to pull the fire alarm. Do not go back into the kitchen, do you understand? If you can't pull the fire alarm, if it is wonderfully placed in the kitchen, then just get everyone away from the kitchen." He paused, wanting to turn his head and look at her, wishing that she was just hitting on him on an average night in the diner; he kept himself still. He knew it was a piss poor plan, but he had little else. If he could just break character, get the civilians outside. Then again, outside they'd be sitting ducks. Flynn's mind ran around in circles until he remembered he had a silver necklace on. It wouldnt be long enough to kill the wraith, but he could distract it long enough for someone to go and get his knives. "Alright, this is what we're going to do, Rin. We're going to break character. When I get up, go outside. In the dash of my truck there are several knives, grab the silver one. My truck is the big one." With that, he waited until she pulled back and then he stood up. Striding with purpose, he stepped into the kitchen and found nothing other than a dead body. "Shit." [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Stardust Diner Warwick, OK Outfit: Big ass boots, a white tank and a dark green button up with jeans Music: Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf Notes: Uh-oh! [/style] |
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Post by Rin Cooper on Oct 4, 2011 1:39:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/10wk0wi.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 614px; padding: 0px;, bTable]As Rin had no way to notice that Part 1 of the plan had gone badly, she was carrying on with Part 2 to the best of her ability. As soon as Flynn stood up Rin bolted, not for the front door but for the emergency exit that set off the silent alarm. She shoved out through the heavy glass door and sprinted across the parking lot toward the jumbo-size pickup. It wasn't like she was going to miss it, it was half again the size of any other vehicle out there. She had to literally climb up to get in through the passenger door, but she managed to heave herself sort of half-in and half-out of the cab and pop open the glove box. As promised there were half a dozen knives arrayed inside, she found the one that had the flat pallid gleam of silver and pulled it out. As she was starting to wriggle back down out of the truck she spotted a brace of what looked like throwing knives tucked back behind the other blades. A happy grin and she pulled those too, heaving the bandolier up onto her shoulder like the strap of a purse and dropping down to the ground. Already turning to head back to the kitchen door, Rin breathed out, "Crap," when she saw the thing (wraith, he'd said wraith) was already halfway across the parking lot moving toward her. "Hunter!" She screamed it at the top of her lungs, realizing as she did that it might not catch the guy's attention, it might sound like a name or something. Too late to worry about that now, all Rin could do was backpedal rapidly as she pulled out one of the knives and hope like hell that the hunter bothered to silver his throwing knives. She'd backed up until they were almost the full width of the parking lot from the diner, some vague thought about making it so that the wraith wouldn't go back in and just start slaughtering customers. But finally she had to make her stand, at least temporarily, and she threw the knife squarely at the wraith. Except, not. Except that she didn't throw it. Anybody watching (and thinking about what they saw) would see that it wasn't a throw. She held the knife up by the handle and then it just flew through the air between her and the wraith. It didn't spin end-over-end as it traveled, but rather flew like a dart or a bullet along a straight trajectory, picking up speed as it moved toward the wraith. And then when the thing ducked aside such that the original flight path would have missed it, the throwing knife adjusted course with barely a wobble and slammed not merely into but through the thing's left eye, plunging so deep that the tip cracked through the skull in back and stuck out an inch from the dessicated, draggled hair on the back of the wraith's head, the handle buried so deep into the eye socket that it almost looked like some freakish false eye, when the thing blinked in agony the papery eyelid closed and opened over the pommel of the knife. Now, it's certainly possible that no hunter had ever tried burying a five-inch carbon steel throwing knife all the way into and through a wraith's head to kill it. Rin may have been the very first. Unfortunately for her, it turned out that wraiths were not the kind of creatures that die from merely having their brains pierced from front to back. Which meant that after a few seconds of howling in agony and rage, the wraith started moving toward the waitress again, now with considerably more purpose. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Music: Lies - The Pierces Outfit: The black, white and pink outfit they make her wear. Notes: Yay, graphic [/style] |
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Post by Flynn Koch on Oct 5, 2011 12:18:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Flynn was trying to determine where the damn thing would have gone when he hearded a scream outside. He whirled and made to march right off to the damsel's protection when one of the customers, a trembling female, grabbed his arm. It took him several very precious minutes to convince her to let him go so that he could get rid of the thing that had her shaking, quite literally, in her boots. Once he'd sat her down with a group of men who looked tougher than they actually were (he was sure one of them had lost his bowels), he made a beeline for the door, his mouth set in a grim line. He got outside just in time to see Damsel (as he'd dubbed her) fling a throwing knife at the wraith. He had to say fling, because believing that he'd really just watched that knife propel itself through the air was a little too much for him. Once the knife met its target, the wraith's left eye, Flynn moved. WIth a shout, he rushed the thing, tackling it to the ground, ignoring the sickening crunch as the wraith's head head collided with the ground. It took a swipe at him, grazing his cheek, but he ignored it, punching the thing in the face, trying to get it incapacitated long enough for him to pull the knife out and reuse it. The wraith, however, refused to become a passive witness to its own death and ended up flinging him off of it. Automatically, his instinct kicked in and he rolled to his feet; Flynn shook his head, trying to shake off the disorientation. By the time he got the world to stop spinning, the wraith was already charging him. Pinning the massive man, the wraith attempted to do what it did best, this time it was Flynn fighting for his life. "Knife! I need a damn knife!" He roared from under the thing. He wasn't so worried about being pinned as the fact that if he could get a knife in his hands, he could take the creature out now. His muscles screamed in protest as he struggled to keep the supernaturally strong wraith from killing him. [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Stardust Diner Warwick, OK Outfit: Big ass boots, a white tank and a dark green button up with jeans Music: Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf Notes: Well, this is never a good situation to be in. [/style] |
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Post by Rin Cooper on Oct 5, 2011 16:35:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/10wk0wi.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 614px; padding: 0px;, bTable]"Right hand!" Rin crouched down and sent the heavy silvered hunting knife skimming across the ground toward the hunter. Except that it was, again, really skimming. The sheath barely touched the graveled surface of the parking lot, and the thing swung in a parabolic arc around the wraith to keep out of its reach before landing neatly beside Flynn's right hip. As soon as she'd gotten the knife over to the hunter Rin pulled out two more of the throwing knives and sent them over to start harrying the wraith. She pulled a third knife out and held it, but at the last moment decided not to send it out after the wraith, she could be rock-solid certain of her control with two knives, a third and she might get sloppy. She already knew that the knives she was using wouldn't kill the thing, if going right through its brain hadn't managed it nothing else she could do with these things would. But she also knew that she could hurt it, and anything she could do to distract it and even out the odds for the human (was he human? She actually had no idea, but as the wraith had sucked out a waitresses brain and the hunter had just been sort of shouty, she was keeping her loyalties on his side) could only be to the good. One throwing knife struck deep at the base of the wraith's spine and started wiggling and burying itself deeper and deeper, tearing up the spinal cord. The other throwing knife worked at the blind side of its head and neck, darting in and stabbing through the leathery cheek, slashing across the back of the neck, harrying and distracting the best she could so as to give the hunter the best possible chance to take the advantage in the fight. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Music: Lies - The Pierces Outfit: The black, white and pink outfit they make her wear. Notes: Helping out the best she knows how. [/style] |
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Post by Flynn Koch on Oct 10, 2011 16:32:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Flynn was not going to take the time to wonder at the power the girl seemed to be able to demonstrate. She was prompt enough to get him the knife he needed and he appreciated that. He struggled to manuever so that he could the damn thing off with one arm and grab the knife with the other. He grunted in frustration as everytime he tried to move his right arm, the wraith gained an inch. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to do his job! Just as it was getting far too close for comfort, two other knives attacked the wraith and it backed off with a howl of pain and rage. He kicked the leathery carcass off of him and let the flying knives go at it while he scrabbled to pick up the one Damsel had sent his way. He got it in his hands and yanked it out of it's sheath. The wraith charged him and he was just barely quick enough to get the knife into the proper position so that the monster ran itself through the heart. Disgusted, Flynn pulled both his silvered knife and the throwing knife out of the body, using what clothing the wraith was wearing to clean off the knives. Without batting an eyelash, he caught the other two knives out of the air. Quietly, expression grim, he headed over to the girl. "So, Damsel, you're telekinetic? That's my best bet, seeing as I don't think you're a monster. You obviously know how to use your ability. So, big question, have you had any run-ins with the Supernatural world before this?" Sincere curiosity filled his gaze, which he focused on her. [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Stardust Diner Warwick, OK Outfit: Big ass boots, a white tank and a dark green button up with jeans Music: Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf Notes: Convo time! [/style] |
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Post by Rin Cooper on Oct 10, 2011 17:37:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/10wk0wi.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 614px; padding: 0px;, bTable]She pulled a bleached bar rag out of her pocket and extended it to the hunter to use to clean off his knives. "Rin." She looked up at him ( waaaayy up, Christ he was tall) and smiled a practiced waitress' smile. "Or Ariana, if you'd like to be formal. And yes, I'm a TK." Glancing around, she held the bandolier that held the remaining throwing knives up for him to replace the knives. "And I've run into them a time or two. Enough to know what to do to get clear of a ghost, enough to identify a demon so that I can run away from it. Hunters kind of have a thing about diners. And waitresses. A few of them have gotten drunk enough to brag themselves up, so I picked up some basics." Another nervous look around. "The cops will be here any time, you should get out of here. So should I, actually." She checked the road. "You don't want to deal with the sheriff's office here, they've got a standard policy of 'the out of towner did it'." Something she'd learned to her displeasure when she first got to Warwick, only an immediate statement about calling her Daddy's lawyer had turned away the trouble. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Music: Lies - The Pierces Outfit: The black, white and pink outfit they make her wear. Notes: Time to rabbit. Small town Southern sheriffs are scary. [/style] |
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Post by Flynn Koch on Oct 14, 2011 1:06:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Flynn was surprised, but he took the rag nonetheless and cleaned his knives far more thoroughly before slowly resheathing the silver knife. He considered handing the rag back, but seeing as it was now covered in the blood and gore of the wraith, he decided it was best not to. "Pleasure to meet you, Damsel." Despite her offering of two names, he decidedly settled on the nickname he'd already given her at some point during the battle. A TK. He hadn't met many, but he was quite certain that if he had, they wouldn't be nearly as pretty as she was. And that was probably the hormones and the adrenaline. So, he kept his mouth shut. Silently, he accepted the bandolier and put the throwing knives away before slinging the whole thing over his shoulder. The silver knife had already disappeared into the confines of his clothing somewhere. He nodded in answer to her words, eyes scanning her pretty face. "You have a good point. Diners do tend to have the best food. Any hunter drunk enough to brag about themselves ought to be shot. Not that I think you should be left in the dark, Damsel, but no one knows if the wrong ears might be listening. Next thing you know, you haven't got a head." He was glad, he could admit, that she knew the basics of a few things. Still, her nervous warning barely fazed him. "I've dealt with plenty of small towns, I'm not too worried about that. You got a ride, Damsel? My truck has space. I offer as much safety as any hunter has a right to offer and at least several hundred miles between here and there. Wherever there may be." A flash of white teeth in the darkness before the big man turned, leading the way back to his truck with only the slightest of limps. He wasn't entirely sure how he'd acquired the pain flaring up his left leg, but he knew that the blood on his cheek and the massive headache had come from the wraith flinging him around. Most likely there would be some bruising along his right arm in the morning from trying to brace it against the unwilling wraith. With ease of practice, he climbed up into the driver's seat and leaned over just long enough to put his knives away before jumping out, favoring his left leg out of instinct. "Alright, now. Those cops are getting closer." [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Stardust Diner Warwick, OK Outfit: Big ass boots, a white tank and a dark green button up with jeans Music: Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf Notes: Hi, I'm sexy. [/style] |
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Post by Rin Cooper on Oct 14, 2011 16:53:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/10wk0wi.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 614px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Rin shook her head. "You're gonna get your dumb ass arrested, Hunter." He hadn't offered a name, so it was definitely not spite that had her tossing the nickname thing back at him. "Get this huge-ass truck outta here. I've got my own car," she pointed over at the well-restored late-sixties Amazon parked around the side of the building. "Get yourself to the Sleepy-Time motel, about three miles south down Highway 9. Park around back, then come to room 108. I'll patch you up and make a couple calls to see what people are saying about what all just happened here." She couldn't have said why she made the offer, the smartest thing would have been to just warn the hunter off and then take off, or even to leave him to sink or swim on his own and just get herself out. But they'd fought together, that creates a certain camaraderie, and she didn't want to see him get locked up by 'Sheriff Jake', no matter how cocky he was being. Oklahoma xenophobia was no laughing matter, and Hunter was exactly the kind of man to make a tubby, balding good ol' boy feel threatened and emasculated. At any rate, she was definitely not inviting him back to the motel so that she could see him with his shirt off. Certainly not. [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Music: Lies - The Pierces Outfit: The black, white and pink outfit they make her wear. Notes: No ulterior motive whatsoever [/style] |
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Post by Flynn Koch on Oct 15, 2011 2:18:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Flynn tried to supress the cocky grin and failed, although he wasn't all that miserable about it. "I'll do my best to play nice with the other criminals." He really wasn't worried about getting arrested, although he was very interested in staying free. He glanced at her car and a little shiver ran through him. Too small. He'd never fit in something like that. Although, he liked the car itself, he knew it was not someting he could ride in comfortable. He took her instructions silently, noting them in his head. Hadn't he passed that motel on the way in? Probably. Instructions taken, he inclined his head at her with a sweetly devilish grin and disappeared up into the cab of his truck. With a roar, the giant monstrosity came to life and rumbled out of the diner's lot. It didn't take Flynn terribly long to figure out where the Sleepy-Time motel was. He was awfully pleased to have found it without the help of any of his siblings and would have to brag about it to them later. He carefully manuevered his traveling home around the other cars so he could park behind the motel and then climbed back out of his truck. Moving with a slight stiffness, he hunted down room 108 and banged on the door with his fist. He truly hoped she hadn't actually led him to a trap. It'd be far more annoying if he had to call Zaza from behind bars to get her to bail him out. The thought of his little sister had him wondering if she was inviting strange men into her motel room. As soon as the thought entered his head, Flynn disregarded it. He searched out Damsel's vehicle while he waited for her to answer, admiring the curves of the older car from afar. [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Stardust Diner Warwick, OK Outfit: Big ass boots, a white tank and a dark green button up with jeans Music: Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf Notes: Knock knock! Who's there? Mr. Sexypants! [/style] |
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Post by Rin Cooper on Oct 15, 2011 12:00:10 GMT -5
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Post by Flynn Koch on Oct 16, 2011 2:11:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/1hpk5j.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #1a1f09; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Flynn grinned when the door opened fully and revealed a towel-clothed Damsel. She was a beautiful woman especially when nearly naked. Taking her words to heart, he kept his cute ideas to himself and let her gather what she needed. When she had disappeared in the bathroom, he wandered away from the door and into the lived-in motel room, curious about how a non-hunter lived. To his surprise, she took about as long as his own sister in the bathroom and came out looking far better than she should have. Another mental reminder to keep his cute ideas silent and he managed not to comment on the damp skin or the lovely little dress. Sharing in her lack of embarrassment, Flynn carefully took a seat in one of the chairs in the room and rolled up a pant leg to reveal a shall gash in the calve. "I do believe I was nicked." He didn't appear to be bothered terribly much by the dried blood on his face or the lump on the back of his head. "Other than a few scratches and a headache, I'm pretty good. I do appreciate the first aid kit as I left mine at my motel room. With my sister." He added that as an afterthought, more of a reminder to himself that he had someone waiting on him than an explanation for her. "Are you going to stay here, Damsel? In this tiny town? Or will you also be following the winding road?" He wasn't sure if he preferred to be able to come back to the town and find her or if it was better off as a one-time-only sort of meeting. "Either way, I don't mind leaving a few knives behind if you think they'd be any use to you. Unless, of course, you already have a set of your own. You did quick work with my throwing knives." [style=padding: 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Stardust Diner Warwick, OK Outfit: Big ass boots, a white tank and a dark green button up with jeans Music: Born to be Wild - Steppenwolf Notes: He's keeping his ideas to himself, like a good boy. [/style] |
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Rin Cooper
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Post by Rin Cooper on Oct 16, 2011 3:15:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=z-index,1][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/10wk0wi.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px; height: 614px; padding: 0px;, bTable]"Hell no I'm not staying here. Once a...whatever the hell that was comes to town, well, there goes the neighborhood." She knelt down next to Flynn's chair and started swabbing the crusted blood off his leg with hydrogen peroxide and gauze pads so that she could see what state he was in beneath. "I'll go in tomorrow morning, blackmail my last check out of the bleached blonde that owns the place and then I'm on the road." The gash wasn't that bad, though enough that she'd put a few butterfly bandages over the deepest spot to hold it closed so it would heal clean. But first she had to get it all the way cleaned out, and then run antibacterial gel along it. She worked to clean and sterilize the wound with an odd brisk competence that one usually finds in nurses, not diner waitresses. "And I've got a couple of knives, just none of them silver. Usually what I prefer are roofing nails and ball bearings, but neither seemed like they'd do a bit of good against that thing." She got the wound cleaned, sealed, and bandaged in the two spots it needed it, then started layering a loose seal of gauze squares over the top of the wound and taping it down. "Just until you get where you're going and shower, it shouldn't need covering after that. Let's see that face." She rose up on her knees and started dabbing away at the blood, looking to see what was underneath. "I liked the throwing knives, though. I might need to look into getting a set of those myself. Though inconvenient to carry in a waitress' apron." She found the small cut beneath his eye and bit her bottom lip as she worked to clean it. It was crusted with what she dearly feared was scary-thing blood as well as his own. "You're getting a shot when this is done. I don't know what that thing was, but it didn't seem like hygeine was its top concern." "Were you hunting it? Or did it just recognize that elephantiasis truck of yours and seize an opportunity?" [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Music: Lies - The Pierces Outfit: A Taj-style sundress, hair tied up and feet bare. Notes: Blunt little one. [/style] |
Sleepy-Time Motel, Warwick, OK [/quote]
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