oceancove

Who: Noel Abbott, Thomas McKinnon.
What: Noel comes seeking help.
When: Friday afternoon.
Where: Law offices.
Rating: Pg
Status: Open and ongoing.

Noel had left the hotel around noon, heading into town. Surrounded by people escaping the office for a few moments of sunshine and a lunch out from behind the desk, she felt somewhat safe. It didn't take her long to locate the law offices that Henry had recommended. She stood across the street, watching a few people go in and out. She approached the building, and then retreated back to safety across the street. She repeated this a few more times, before actually entering the building. It was far too official, and stifling. Extremely nervous, fear settling in she started when the secretary spoke to her.

"I have- I have an appointment. I called a few days ago." Glanced at the clock behind the woman. "I'm a bit late, is it too late?" Her hands went into her pockets, curled onto herself, an attempt to appear smaller.

"I can reschedule, I'll come back," Before she could turn to get to the door, the secretary rose from behind the desk, and assured her that Mr. McKinnon would see her, and she just needs to wait for a moment. Noel watched as the secretary left, disappeared down a hall. The urge to disappear rose quickly, and she had in fact turned, took a few steps toward the door, when the sound of footsteps stopped her.

Who: Noel Abbott, Henry Doyle
When: Midweek, late evening.
Where: Dusk
What: A meeting and introduction.
Rating: Pg.
Status: Open and in progress.

Noel had spent the better part of the day looking for affordable housing. Coming up empty handed she returned to the rat's hole inn she called home for the time being. She let herself into her room, not bothering with the key, since the lock was broken. She had been told that the inn was used for those who were simply passing through the Cove on their way to other places.

She collapsed onto the bed, ignoring the way the comforter scratched, and the faint smell of god-knows-what. The television only got the porn channels, and that was the last thing on the world that was of interest to her. Night had fallen, and her neighbors had started their nightly fight, the dull thumping on the wall, lead her to believe that maybe tonight they weren't fighting.

Rather than listening to her neighbor's amorous endeavors, she gathered up her wallet, stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans and headed out. Noel had enough cash to get a few more day's worth of meals, with a little bit left over. Deciding to go out, and maybe have a beer she wandered through the streets of the Cove. Nightlife had started to stir, the town just as busy when the sun went down as it was at midday.

She came across the bar Dusk, decided to go in. The bouncer grinned widely at her, flashing fangs. A short thrill of excitement ran through her. Vampires were out, and apparently she had stumbled into a vampire bar. It was relatively quiet, but there were enough people that Noel figured if she hung out long enough, she could somehow score some work. Or pick a target to lift their wallet. It wasn't the smartest thing, but she had good fingers, and had picked the pockets of different species before. She didn't like doing it, but it helped her get buy when things got too tough.

The drinks were cheap and strong, Noel was able to order a cocktail. She turned, moving away from the bar to find a place to sit and soak in the space, when she tripped, over nothing. She watched-- in what seemed to be slow motion as the drink flew from her fingertips, splattering all over a man seated at a table.