|Dennis Creevey (bd_dennis) wrote in beyond_dark,|
@ 2008-01-22 14:42:00
|Entry tags:||* january 2006, - complete, dennis creevey, hestia jones|
RP: Cross your fingers and hope for the best
Date: January 22, 2006 (almost sunrise)
Characters: Dennis, Hestia
Location: The werewolf clinic
Summary: Dennis tries to see if the Werewolf clinic is an equal opportunity provider of services to ALL creatures.
Dennis had been keeping an eye out around town all evening for someone to have a bit of a nibble on. There were the two drunks who had stumbled out of the Three Broomsticks, but Dennis was hoping for something a little more. And perhaps a bit of fun.
He'd not found much, unfortunately, but now the sun was going to rise, and he didn't have a place to stay. The basement he'd been staying in was now occupied (the owners came home, much to his dismay). He actually thought twice about biting them, remembering Jander's words and choosing to be a little more... selective in his meals, and his fun. But selective meant boring, and Dennis was close to telling him to get screwed so he could have a decent feed.
He was starting to get desperate, even the thought of going to his brother and begging refuge was starting to form in his mind. But then he smelled something, and turned his head. The werewolf clinic. Could he...? They had dark rooms away from the light.
He didn't have much time to think about it - the sun was coming up. Luckily, he saw the light on inside the clinic building.
Sometimes, you just had to swallow pride in the name of salvation. He knocked on the door loudly, adjusting his jacket and running his fingers through his hair. He put on his most innocent smile, and hoped for the best.