Reesyn, NM

Who: Victor and Maggie
When: Backdated; some time in December, near Christmas. [Shall figure out and edit in.]
Where: Victor’s hotel room, but might be changed to his apartment.
Rating/Warning: Ahhh? PG-13?
Status: Incomplete - Log

Victor had been driving back to the hotel room he was staying at in Reesyn, until he could find a permanent place. He had his cell phone in his hand with Maggie highlighted on it, he had already called her several times but he could never work up the courage to talk to her. Jason already threatened to subjugate Victor in a horrible display of embarrassment by talking to Maggie for him. Victor begged and pleaded and now hopes that Jason didn’t do what he feared.

He through his bag of groceries on the table next to the T.V and began to lie down, he had been helping Jason with Krugen, who he thought was dead but apparently not. He was surprised to find Jason made vamp friends; anyone who knew Jason knew that was an interesting change. He was unaware of what was in his room as he laid on the bed, his back to the window not noticing the first snowfall.

She stood silently, starring into the darkness of the room, even after the door was opened and Victor entered it. The woman smelt the young man before he’d ever gotten to the door. The senses were heightened more than even usual because of her current state. Her eyes were darker, the bright blue had faded and been replaced with a color resembling a dark crimson-nearly black. They caught sight out the window of the snow, and a faint chuckle escaped her lips. The first sound she’d made since she’d settled against the wall, before Victor had returned.

( DON’T YOU DARE! )

Who: Maggie Westbrook; LOCKED to Jason Calderon, however others are welcomed.
When: September 11th; evening around 9PM
Where: Reesyn Police department- entrance doors.
Rating/Warning: None at the moment.

While Maggie officially worked at the hospital and the clinic; on occasion the police department did sent her calls or requests. She wasn’t a criminal psychologist or anything, but, she was the closest to a professional opinion in the field. So often she was request to come to the station. Also, often the cops had troubled sort of teens that they thought would do some good talking to Ms. Westbrook, and so she came down when ever requested. She was also good for giving advice on supernatural’s behavior; which wasn’t at all something studied in a classroom at a university, But, being that she was a ‘supernatural’ herself. She was a far better choice to get into the head of a wayward were or vampire than even a normal criminal psychologist. They were bound to think a bit different, react differently, for different reasons.

She was headed out of the Police station with a stack of files in her hands. Maggie had finished sitting down with a young teenager, and after talking with his parents made arrangements for them to stop by the clinic to schedule a sit down appointment. She waved to the officer at the desk, and turned heading out the door. But then she ran straight into somebody, as her eyes had strayed off at the boy waiting for his parents, who were talking to the officer that had picked him up. Instantly the files went toppling to the ground, and spilling all out. Although she started to fall, she quickly caught herself. Maneuvering on her feet so she was sort of standing next to the man she’d ran into. “Ohh, I’m immensely sorry. I hadn’t seen ya.” She spoke, glancing at Jason Calderon. Her British accent as thick as ever; she shot him a embarrassed sort of grin. “Sorta made a mess; umm, I’ll get that all.” She told him kneeling down to gather her things.