|i_amloupgarou (i_amloupgarou) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2010-02-15 23:42:00
|Entry tags:||lawrence talbot, winifred burkle|
When the Wolfsbane Blooms (narrative/open)
Lawrence Talbot groaned softly as consciousness slowly returned to him. It was always hard waking up on these mornings. He felt as if he had been awake all night, which for all he knew, he had been. He never really remembered those nights, which was probably a blessing. He did have nightmares about screaming.
Larry sat up and looked around, blinking the remainder of the sleep out of his eyes. He had no idea where he was. That was nothing new. Quite often on these mornings, he woke up in a strange, unknown place. He did a quick check of himself, pleased to find nothing unusual or bloody. Which he took as a good sign that meant he probably hadn’t been killed this time.
He got to his feet, wincing slightly as he realized that, once again, he was barefoot. If he could teach the werewolf one thing, it would be how to wear shoes. Larry checked his pockets and was relieved to find that he still had his wallet. He had learned after the fourth or fifth time that he had awakened in a strange place that he needed to try to keep some money on him. He did not like it when he was forced to walk around looking like some poor, homeless bum that could not even afford to buy a pair of shoes.
He walked a little way and noticed he was in a park where there seemed to be a big community picnic. He didn’t stop, though. He needed to look better before he introduced himself to any of the locals. He didn’t have to walk much further before he came to a city. He was pleased at how quickly he found what were not only a shoe store, but also an entire clothing store. Suits and shoes were there waiting of him. He bought a couple of new suits and some more casual clothing as well. He kept the work shirt and pants he had woken up in. He seemed to always change into them right before he changed. The fabrics were loose and still sturdy enough to survive whatever the wolf did in them. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to be in this town, but he wanted to have enough clothing in case it was another month before the next full moon.
Now wearing one of his new suits (and his new shoes), Larry tucked his purchases under his arm and went back out into The City’s streets. He still needed to find a druggist for some basic toiletries and then he needed to find a hotel. If he was lucky enough to stay here for a while without the wolf running him off somewhere new (or getting them run out of town), he needed a nice place to stay. Deep inside him, the wolf’s instincts were telling him that they would be here for quite some time.
Larry did hope that maybe there was someone in this place that maybe could help him end his curse once and for all. One way or another.