Get Your Kicks On ... [Flynn/Rin]

[Flynn Koch]

[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 nodded his approval, as though he had any right to determine whether her decisions were correct or not. He wasn't going out of his way to seem presumptuous, he just couldn't help treating her like he would his little sister. Except, without the sibling relationship. He didn't flinch away from the peroxide, although it stung a bit. "Money is always good to make a getaway with. If I was feeling a little more devious, I'd rob the local bank on my way out." He was grinning far too widely to be taken serious in any way. The big man watched her clean and bandage his wound, grateful to have some one with nimble hands helping him out. In a pinch, he could do it himself, but it was far more annoying to let the blood rush to his head while he tried to clean things out. Besides, this gave him a chance to study her. It was kind of nice, especially since he wasn't allowed to act on his cute ideas. "I've got some sturdy silver knives I can loan you. I'll expect them back eventually." Flynn was very, very careful about the way he worded his offer. It was a reason to track her down, make sure she was alright. Make sure she was alive. Yet, he didn't want it to sound like something more, although that possibility was always there. He didn't get a chance to examine his leg before she had moved onto his face. Part of him wanted to brush it aside, but he wasn't dumb enough to just let it slide. For all he knew, the damn wraith had rabies or something inconvenient. The big man grimaced. "I hate shots. They're a pain in the ass. But, doctor's orders." He thought back to the disgusting wraith. "Not all of 'em are like that. Some of them are fairly clean. They have to be in order to meld with humans. That one was...wilder than normal. Like it had been running for a while without stopping. I'd bet my bottom dollar that the diner was the first pit stop it had made in a long while. It was running from something. Not sure what, though." Or who. Flynn chuckled. "I was not hunting it, Damsel. I came for the food, which I missed out on. It just so happened that your diner had been attacked. So, I took the job. Or rather, you and I took the job. Thank you. I'm not so sure I could have done that on my own with such short notice. Usually I'm better prepared." He glanced at the clock and sighed. "Shoot me up with chemicals, nurse, I've got to hit the road. Angry little sisters are not things I look forward to dealing with. And she's going to be pissed." [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: Time to get going. [/style]

[Rin Cooper]

[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] "Fine," she laid a narrow bandaid over the gash on his cheek, mostly because faces are so mobile that they tended to pull open cuts over and over. "You give me knives and a phone number, I'll give you a penicillin shot and my number, and in a couple of weeks when you get the nerve up you can call me and we'll figure out how many states you'll have to drive across to come take me out." She went back to the rubbermaid tub and pulled out a glass vial and a paper-wrapped syringe, loaded it up and tore open an alcohol wipe to rub it over a spot on his upper arm. "My sister's an ER surgeon," she informed him mildly. "She keeps me in antibiotics and painkillers." Rin pushed her thumb down above the injection spot and slid the needle in with a smoothness that came from being 11 years old when her big sister was going through medical school and wanting to inject saline into oranges right along with Marisol. "There we go." She stood up smoothly and pulled a motel notepad out of the nightstand, scrawling a phone number and email address across the top sheet and then handing it over to Flynn. "You might want to add your name, since you didn't get around to mentioning it. And tell your little sister that you aren't sure she was clean, but a real nice waitress injected you with illegally-acquired antibiotics afterward. I'm sure that'll be a big comfort to her." [style=padding: 15px; font-size: 0.7em;] Music: Lies - The Pierces Outfit: A Taj-style sundress, hair tied up and feet bare. Notes: Smart mouth on her. [/style]

Sleepy-Time Motel,
Warwick, OK

[Flynn Koch]

[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] Somehow, Flynn got the odd feeling that he'd said or done something wrong. The girl was awfully brisk as she shot him full of chemicals to fight off whatever he might have caught from the wraith. He actually had to force himself to remain still when she stuck the damn needle in. It hurt! So, she wanted his name and his number and she'd give him her number. Her name was Rin, he remembered somewhat dimly. And she was right, of course, he had never bothered to get around to telling her his name. Force of habit, he supposed, avoiding anything that would later identify him as a real person. "Flynn. My name is Flynn. Although not under the best circumstances, it was a pleasure to meet you, Rin." He stood, quiet and calm, although inside he was confused and uncertain. He had a feeling that if he offered to give her Elizabeth's number, she wouldn't be happy. This was simply too much for him. Silently, he clomped over to the small nightstand in the room, snatched the pad of paper, quickly scribbled his name and number onto it and handed it to her. He waited just long enough for her to do the same before he got the hell out of there. As soon as the door closed behind him, Flynn shook himself. "I'd be a damn fool to walk back in there right now. Demons and ghosts I can handle. Women are, apparently, not my forte." He circled around the motel, climbed back into his truck and roared off into the night, back to the safety of his familiar sister and her annoyance. [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: Yup, he's a moron. [/style]