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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 22, 2011 1:54:25 GMT -5
This thread is an experiment in fast-paced thread RP. We are intentionally discarding word counts and skipping post templates to see whether it's worth trying to sometimes use a format of quick back-and-forth posts where the emphasis is on keeping the conversation and the action moving right along and only bringing exposition and thought processes into it when they're truly important to the external action of the scene. Again, this is an experiment, we'll see how it plays out. Norah was heading down the hallway with an armful of clean, folded clothes and was heading for Adam's room when she stopped on seeing a man with streaks of blood and iodine down one arm and wearing very ill-fitting clothes emerge from Letty's room. She paused several doors down the hall and discreetly concealed the motion of reaching up to grab her Cheetah out of the flashbang holster she wore under her very short, very elegant burgundy dress. Once she had that hidden behind the pile of Adam's t-shirts she kept moving forward and smiled at the great big guy coming out of her friend's room. "I see Letty's keeping busy. Are you all right now?" It wasn't hard to put two and two together here, no matter how much she might wish her friend would have taken full advantage of...all that. |
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Post by Flynn Koch on Nov 22, 2011 2:15:16 GMT -5
Flynn left Letty's room feeling quite a bit better than he had when he'd entered. Granted, he'd been bleeding all over himself when he'd entered the room, but still. He spotted a slim girl down the hall and slowed, expression guarded. "I am perfectly fine. Just a little cut. You know how easy it is to slip." He half-reached for his gun before stopping himself and smiling easily. "You look like you've got a handful. May I help?"
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 22, 2011 2:18:01 GMT -5
"I've got it," Norah never lost that smile, as wide and bright as any cover girl could ask. She'd actually been taught how, the stupid things the label thought were important... "Though if you're just bound and determined to be helpful, you could walk down three doors with me and help me break into a nice boy's room so that I can leave these clean shirts behind and then ninja back out again."
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Post by Flynn Koch on Nov 22, 2011 2:28:22 GMT -5
He laughed, the sound rich and easy coming from him. "I am definitely bound and determined. It's in my job description. I'm a universal helper." He shortened his strides to match hers, and only paused momentarily at the door. "Room key? Or should I break it down?" He was half-serious.
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 22, 2011 2:30:05 GMT -5
She had to shift the pile in her arms, less because it was hard to get the key and more because she was still concealing her pistol in the shirts. But after a brief fumble she produced a card key and held it out to him. "I'm a very efficient Laundry Ninja. Would you be so kind?"
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Post by Flynn Koch on Nov 22, 2011 2:43:50 GMT -5
Taking the key, he slid it into its slot and yanked it out, opening the door just as the light flashed green. He stepped inside to hold the door open and let her move pass him. He was quiet throughout the whole process, waiting patiently while she dropped off the shirts. He somehow managed to make himself appear smaller and less intimidating despite his natural size.
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 22, 2011 2:52:06 GMT -5
Things changed rapidly when the room door opens. First and foremost the redhead had to step over a salt line and under a devil's trap painted in shiny white-on-white paint on the ceiling just over the door. Second, she stepped in far enough to see the rest of the hotel room and breathed out, "Shit," then hurried in along the short hallway and over to the bed where a skinny boy in his late teens was thrashing around in wild nightmares, whimpering loudly but seeming unable to wake himself.
Norah tried to pin the boy down by the shoulders but couldn't match his strength and ended up wrestling with him even as she was murmuring, "Hsssh. Hssh, Adam, it's all right. Wake up, babe. Wake up, it's Norah, you're safe. Safe, on the earth, no fire here. Hssssh, wake up."
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Post by Flynn Koch on Nov 22, 2011 2:58:50 GMT -5
Flynn was quick to take in the details, even quicker to pick up on the fact that the girl knew. He followed her to the bed, letting the door quietly click shut behind him. Brushing the girl aside, closer to the boy's head, Flynn very gently gathered the youth into his arms, effectively preventing him from moving. He didn't speak, simply held the young man still while the girl spoke.
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 22, 2011 3:07:37 GMT -5
Norah gave the big man a grateful look and caught Adam's cheeks between her hands, stilling his head. "Adam. Adam. Adam, you're safe. Adam, there are no angels here. Safe, baby, you're safe. You're here." She rambled out reassuring nonsense for long minutes until the boy started to calm, then finally went limp in Flynn's arms. The tension dropped out of the redhead's shoulders and she climbed down off the bed, helped Flynn ease Adam back down to the bed and smooth the sheet up over him. "He'll sleep now. Sorry, he has some serious night terrors. And thanks."
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Post by Flynn Koch on Nov 22, 2011 3:16:10 GMT -5
Flynn was perfectly content with simply sitting and holding the young man until the girl had gotten him calmed down. He didn't appear to be fazed by what was going on, nor was it hard to keep the slim form still. He waited, let her help him ease the kid down again. "It's alright. I've dealt with similar. I know how it goes." He smiled gently, picked up the shirts she'd dropped in her haste. "Where do you want these?"
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 22, 2011 3:18:31 GMT -5
Norah snatched out for the pile, didn't get to it in time to keep the gun from sliding out to land on the end table. She grabbed it, but then held it down by her side and gave Flynn a shamefaced smile. "Precaution. Sorry. Um, put them on the dresser?" She smiled again, trying to ease past this awkward 'I was considering maybe shooting you' moment.
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Post by Flynn Koch on Nov 22, 2011 3:44:25 GMT -5
Flynn cracked a wide grin and set the shirts on the dresser. "Understandable. For all you knew, I was an axe murderer. Or worse." He glanced pointedly at the devil's trap. "I'm Flynn Koch, by the way."
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 22, 2011 3:47:24 GMT -5
She grinned off-center and shrugged. "You made it over the salt and past the Devil's Shoestring. And there's holy water in the nightstand." When she heard the name she made a little 'oh' face and nodded. "Gotcha. Hi, Flynn, I've heard of you. I'm Norah Byron." She leaned over and kissed Adam's forehead, then turned her back on Flynn to re-holster the gun, and only then held out her hand to him. Standing in her four-inch heels she was only a couple of inches shorter than the hunter, though he could probably break her in one hand like a toothpick.
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Post by Flynn Koch on Nov 22, 2011 4:39:22 GMT -5
He glanced at the nightstand. "Impressive." He was a bit taken aback with her acknowledgement and it showed. "You've heard of me, Norah? I mean, no offense, but I haven't heard of you. And usually I've heard of most people on the grapevine." He led the way back out into the hall, unwilling to stay and speak over a sleeping young man. Flynn turned to her again when the door was shut on Adam's room.
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Post by Norah Byron on Nov 22, 2011 4:45:16 GMT -5
Norah gestured for Flynn to follow her, moving confidently down the hallway toward the elevator and seemingly sure that he would stay with her. "I'm not in the life. Or, I am, but I'm not a hunter. My band, Lorica, operates as a sort of traveling hunter's sanctuary while we're on tour. Ki Amherst is with us right now, that's why I've heard your name." She led him into the elevator, pressed the button for two floors up. "What brings you to Vegas? Since it's clearly not us." She gave him a flirty wink, but didn't really seem all that serious about it.
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