|Nina Pickering (pissing_jenga) wrote in expresslogs,|
@ 2012-08-06 13:08:00
It'd been a weird day, the day of transformations ..was generally as a rule a little different. Smells were incredibly sharp, down to the hormones people gave off - not that Nina could tell them apart yet, not like George could. Sight was clearer, hearing too. The trouble was Nina was ..on top of being anxious for the transformation, the unfamiliar only doubled it. They'd always had a plan. They. She and George. Be it the forest, trailing about chickens to leave a scent to follow, distract the werewolf or locked up somewhere with a door strong enough to keep them in. The forest, however deep and dark wasn't an option, at least not for the early hours of the morning before she woke, when she was human. Annie had literally come to the rescue – Nina couldn't go with her, but she'd found somewhere for her to change, and Annie knew what she was looking for too. She knew what a werewolf was capable of. So now there was a place, and apparently a way to get there too, that wouldn't involve crossing zombie territory. In truth, as undeniably grateful as she was she simply felt like ..a problem. Rely on others to deal with this whole thing, when really, she really just wanted to ..go it alone. Handle this the way she used to handle the majority of her problems before she'd met George or Mitchell or Annie.
She'd packed the usual sorts of morning-after clothing, something to wear back to the train, water to rinse her mouth out with, her phone tucked there already too. The warehouse wouldn't be completely void of life, there'd probably be something rodent-like that the wolf would hunt down in it's hunger and she'd probably wake up with the usual stale, somewhat bloody aftertaste of the wolf's evening prior.
Mitchell was baby-sitting. Something that in her heart she knew would ..be okay. She and Mitchell had in the end talked through some of their issues, they had settled some things. Trust could be rebuilt ad this was a baby. Plus Eve was part of George too and where her's and Mitchell's relationship was unsteady, his loyalty to George was near unshakeable. It didn't stop her going through everything she'd already told him via the network and then some. He'd diffused it with his usual easy-going sarcasm attitude which she surprising managed not to lose her temper over. She knew if he needed it, he'd call on others. She kissed Eve, who was completely out for her nap anyway and headed out.
Dusk was only just approaching now, there could be over hour yet – maybe less. Better safe than sorry. She had no clue exactly what time the moon would begin to rise and from there she had around half an hour until it happened. Forcing herself not to hover over Eve, she waited for Annie to arrive with her transport, whom she wasn't actually sure she'd met.