Who: Rick and OTA What: Investigating the cemetery When: around 1am Where: uh... in the cemetery? Rating: TBD
The air was sticky with humidity, even the breeze felt heavy, like walking through a thick wet blanket that made it hard to breathe. Crickets and cicadas chirped loudly through the air in the old cemetery. And this one was old. There were headstones that dated back past the civil war. A house lie on either side of the grounds, both he'd checked out. The one looked like quite a skirmish had happened there, furniture was broken, holes were in the walls and there was blood. Not that Rick really cared. He'd been living in town for a couple months now, once he'd gotten word of just how much supernatural activity Bon Temps had he decided it was a good place to call home for a while.
He knew the home belonged to one Bill Compton, vampire. So he didn't rightfully give a damn what had happened in that house. But he did know that not a soul had seen Compton in at least three weeks. Why so many people cared he didn't understand. Just one more that hopefully had bitten the dust. Ricks hand flew out quickly and crushed a mosquito that was on his arm. The vampires of the bug world. So far there was no action out there and the chirping noises were starting to grate his nerves. Through the trees he could see lights on at the Stackhouse place, and a huge black pick-up in the driveway. Looked like the little belle of Bon Temps had decided to move on after Bill.
Rick had seen Sookie and he really didn't get what the big deal was about her. She was cute, sure but no more so than any other woman he'd seen. There were better looking waitresses at Merlotte's, of course they all paled in comparison to his favorite waitress. The thought of her for a moment brought a ghost of a smile to his lips. Quickly he let it go and shook his head with a heavy sigh. Six years since he'd seen her, without a call or anything. He knew Jo, she'd kill him if he called now, not that he knew how to reach her. On ore than one occasion he'd seen what that little spitfire could do, and no way in hell did he want to be on the receiving end of it.
He shook loose those thoughts and got back in the work mindset. He knew there was a newborn vampire out there, ready to pop up at any given moment. Rick rest his ass on the top of a old headstone, stained black from age and harsh weather conditions. Reaching in his pocket he grabbed his smokes and pulled on out of the box. Placing it between his lips he cupped his hand around it and lit it, gratefully taking in a long inhale from it. Now it was just time to play the waiting game, and he had all night.