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Tweak says, "gotta catch 'em all!"

Bellum Letale Tempus (bellum_tempus) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-22 10:37:00

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plot: delta, plot: tempus

Who: Miles, Shane, Jasper, Aiden, Lone, Deirdre, Joss, and Anya. Phew!
What: Jailbreak.
Where: The jail.
When: Day 3, early morning.
Warnings: TBA
Notes: You can now feel free to get going on your threads. You can find more information in the plot post!

The people in the cells around the Bellum tenants had thinned during the day and swelled again at night, many coming in dressed in evening wear as they had, though more of them were intoxicated. The police were non-responsive to inquiries about how long it would be before they were charged.

Then three new men were thrown into the men's holding cell in the early hours of the morning on the third day of their forced visit to the 20's. Dawn was a short ways off on the morning of February 14, 1929, and a massacre that would make history had yet to happen. Not long off, though, not long at all.

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Re: FLEEING THE SCENE

lillehavfrue
2010-06-24 04:12 am UTC (link)

[From here]

Anya didn't make it far from the jail before she had to stop and catch her breath. It was freezing out, and the combination of weak lungs and thin skin made Chicago in February a very bad place for her. She bent over, her hands braced on her thighs, and she wished for a sturdy pair of jeans and a thick, cable-knit sweater.

The voice in her mind, which was apparently from a story, told her to walk toward the scent of water on the air, and she did; there wasn't anywhere else for her to go, after all. She mentally cursed Esme yet again for not warning her about any of this, and she tried to collect her thoughts about it all.

Was she a story? Did the voice in her head belong to someone else? "Do you have a name?" she asked aloud.

You aren't like the others.

That didn't help at all, and so Anya just concentrated on her other new-found strangeness. As she walked, the thought things at the people she passed. They all looked confused - every, single time. Great. Like she wasn't enough of a freak as it is.

Once she reached the edge of a large body of water, she looked out over it, and she sighed. Now what? It was freezing, and she hugged herself tighter as she shivered and coughed. Then she sat down on the beach's edge, and she looked out at the water (which was too choppy and active to freeze over), the moonlight making her hair look even redder for all the darkness surrounding her.

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wolfishane
2010-06-24 04:23 am UTC (link)

It was a lot harder for Shane not to listen to the Wolf when he was a wolf himself, and the Wolf thought he was an idiot for chasing after a girl he didn't know instead of staying with the group. He still chased after her, though. She'd looked fragile, in some way.

Because she reminds you of your delicate little mate, the Wolf said. Shane growled in response. That wasn't it, not at all. The Wolf was restless, and thus needling even more than usual. You ought to just let me out, he coaxed. You're going to get yourself killed, getting caught and put in cages, running around saving human girls you don't know. This is not your territory.

He didn't stop following, though, not even when she walked out onto the beach. Had she really come this far away from the only people she knew in this time period to sit on a beach? It looked like it.

He loped across across the sand, slowing to a stop a short ways from her, sniffing the air. Fresh water, wet sand, smoke, the ever-present blood from down river in the Stockyards that he could pick up anywhere in the city, and the faint sweet scent of a girl, tinged with something wet. He edged up, dropped his clothes from his mouth, and padded around her to get her attention and make sure she hadn't frozen solid in the sand.

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lillehavfrue
2010-06-24 04:33 am UTC (link)

She didn't notice the wolf until he loped across the sand, and if she hadn't seen Shane turn into the creature, she might have been frightened. As it was, she just looked at him curiously, the curiosity widening into a teasing, playful grin after a moment.

"You drag your clothes all the way here?" she asked, and it was obvious that the notion of him doing that entertained her. She glanced out at the water then, and she didn't look at him as she spoke again. "This water ain't right," she said simply, because it wasn't. It was lake and not ocean, and so it wasn't hers.

Her teeth chattered as she looked back at him as he padded around her. "I hope you aren't thinking I look tasty. It's be a waste to break me out of prison only to eat me after."

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wolfishane
2010-06-24 04:38 am UTC (link)

He had no idea what she meant when she said that the water wasn't right. He did notice that she was shivering, however, and it was an easy thing to nudge up against her. He was warm, and she was freezing. It made sense. Initiating contact like that was much easier when he was a wolf. It didn't seem strange, just practical. If he'd been human, it would have been a last resort.

She does look sweet. Tender. The Wolf was practically salivating, tone wistful. It was too obvious that it had been a while since he'd hunted something. No one is eating her.

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lillehavfrue
2010-06-24 04:43 am UTC (link)

She wasn't exactly surprised when he didn't talk back to her, and somewhere in her mind she knew that animals didn't talk that way. "I ain't well enough to eat," she said mentally, the little voice in her head nudging her to try to communicate with him that way. "But if you go back to the jail, the two women there looked really tasty," she added, smiling and scratching behind his ear as she said it. It didn't escape her that he was really a human, but he was warm, and she was shivering; he would do as a fur coat for now. "You know, it's strange to have everyone around you think wolves and disappearing folk are normal."

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wolfishane
2010-06-24 04:53 am UTC (link)

When the voice first echoed through his mind, he turned his head sharply, away from her, ears flicking back, as if someone had called his name from that direction. Then he stopped and looked back at her, ears rising halfway up. Those blue eyes were all too intelligent, and when it clicked, you could see it. He recognized her voice, now, as the one that had told him to run from the police station.

He had to backtrack to remember what she'd said. Or thought, rather. Not being well enough to qualify as a good meal underlined the fact that she might be sick. He ignored the scratching behind the ear (or tried to - it was very nice) and tried thinking back at her. "I don't eat people," he thought, a simple but important point to get across, he felt.

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lillehavfrue
2010-06-24 05:00 am UTC (link)

She cocked her head to the side when he thought at her, very much like a small bird when it hears someone coo at it. She'd never talked to people in her mind before this evening, and she'd definitely never been talked to in her mind. In fact, she couldn't be sure she hadn't just imagined whatever had happened, and she wasn't even sure what he'd said, but it was enough to make her tug on the tip of one of his ears impatiently.

"Do whatever you just did again," she said aloud, not even thinking about thinking it at him.

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wolfishane
2010-06-24 05:06 am UTC (link)

This had to qualify of one of those situations one could never predict that they would be in, in life. Sitting on the lakefront in Chicago next to a pretty redhead, thinking at her, in the form of a wolf, in the 1920's.

There was no point in questioning these things anymore, really. "None of it's normal," he tried, in response to her other point. "People just get used to it." A pause, then, petulantly, "Stop pulling my ear." It wasn't clear whether he'd meant that to go out or not.

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lillehavfrue
2010-06-24 05:11 am UTC (link)

She tugged on his ear again, and she gave him a look that was entirely entertained and defiant (it must be a redhead thing). "I'm used to things not being normal," she said honestly, looking back out at the water. Somewhere in the back of her mind that little voice was telling her she'd be less cold if she dove in, and she was considering it (which, she knew, was completely insane).

Of course, everything about this night was insane. "How cold do you think it is?" she asked, nodding toward the water.

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wolfishane
2010-06-24 05:21 am UTC (link)

That looked touched a pain that ran deep, but there were no words to it, so there was nothing for her to pick up on. There was only an aching there. Why had he decided to do this again? All it did was drive the knife deeper.

Well, it wasn't exactly her fault that she had red hair.

"Very." Being a wolf, it seemed, made him more direct. "Enough to kill. You look frozen already without getting in." He gave her a nudge. "You should get up and go somewhere warm - why aren't things normal?" The two ideas ran together. His mind tended to be fairly well organized on a good day, but the Wolf's interference and the instincts that came with being a wolf at all left him a little more scattered.

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lillehavfrue
2010-06-24 05:26 am UTC (link)

The voice in her head was much louder than his in this instance. She was freezing, and her breathing was shallower now, accompanied by the telltale wheezing of an asthmatic. Water, water, water, the voice in her head said, and she shrugged off the coat, and she gave his ear one last scratch as she stood and kicked off her shoes. "If we make it back to Bellum, I'll show how things aren't normal," she said, thinking of the teacups she'd strung across Esme's kitchen windows the previous day. She hardly had to tell him that, however, because she was about to dive into Lake Michigan in February.

Normal, things were not.

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wolfishane
2010-06-24 05:30 am UTC (link)

That was not going to happen.

He had no idea why she would want to jump into Lake Michigan in the depths of winter, but whatever it was either had to do with her tale or with her own personal insanity. Either way, it would undoubtedly kill her. He maneuvered his body in front of her, unwilling to let her run past him. If she ran, he would chase. His tail and ears went up, hackles rising to make him appear bigger than he was, already large for a wolf.

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lillehavfrue
2010-06-24 05:39 am UTC (link)

Anya knelt in front of him in the snow a moment, and she looked into those intelligent blue eyes. "You're a stubborn thing, ain't you?" she asked, rubbing the sides of his muzzle. "How about you tell me why you ain't changed back to a man yet," she suggested, willing to be distracted for a moment. Even that long, however, made her teeth chatter without the coat and shoes.

She didn't give him a chance to answer before she stood and ran past him toward the water; autopilot.

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wolfishane
2010-06-24 05:45 am UTC (link)

He didn't relax when she knelt in front of him, but he did hold still. He considered answering, wondering if that would keep her distracted long enough to convince her to get back into her coat and go somewhere warm, disarmed a little by her hands on his muzzle, but she was already running past him by then. No thoughts, then, just adrenaline. If she got in the water, she would likely die.

He chased after her as fast as he could run, and leaped toward her, trying to knock her to the ground before she could reach the water. It was desperate, and it wasn't gentle - but anything was better than the alternative of her getting to the lake and freezing to death.

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lillehavfrue
2010-06-24 05:53 am UTC (link)

He managed to knock her down, of course. She was hardly any match for a full grown wolf, and she rolled onto her back in the snow, the haze clearing from her mind for a moment. She knew that she'd be warmer, safer, better in the water, but she didn't know how she knew that, and she was so chilled through that she couldn't make her teeth stop chattering to explain it to him - hell, she didn't understand it herself.

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wolfishane
2010-06-24 06:02 am UTC (link)

He stood over her, waiting for her to get up. "No." It was firm, and made obvious that he'd knock her down as many times as he had to. "This way." He pointed his muzzle toward the buildings, then looked back at her. She could get up and follow him, or he would drag her across the snow with his teeth. No more dead people. He was getting tired of them, and he wasn't going to let her lie there in the snow, or jump into the water and never be seen again.

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lillehavfrue
2010-06-24 06:06 am UTC (link)

It took her a minute to roll onto her knees and then onto her bare feet, but she finally did, and she nodded. Her coat was covered in snow now, but she slipped it on, the chattering so advanced at this point that she had trouble closing her fingers around the sleeves. In the end, however, she managed. You belong in the water, the voice in her head said angrily, and Anya didn't think it liked the wolf very much just then, but she followed wordlessly. Maybe he would know where a hot bath was.

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