...All The Go Inbetweens [ Dean ]
A shower had done wonders to lift her mood, and the clean clothes felt good on her skin. Now that those two things had been set to rights, her stomach grumbled for attention, and Juliet slipped boots back on in order to go in search of something to eat. She'd walked past a few fast food places, as well as a bar or two - the bars might be a better option, just to glean a little information about the area. Find out who the local pack leader was, maybe a little bit of what circles they traveled in and where to avoid. Same with the vampires; any information would be helpful in keeping her skin alive one more night.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, her head swiveled to glance at the phone on the night stand - and for the umpteenth time since she'd been away from Henderson, she thought about calling her family. It would be at least a two hour time difference; they would have already eaten dinner, the thought making her stomach grumble even more. Maybe Dad would have pulled out a board game, or Mom would be sewing one of his shirts. Almost a vomit-inducing picture of a stereotypical American family, but it was what Juliet had grown up with.
Heaving a sigh, she brought herself to her feet and reached for her jacket. She always felt too hot with it on, since lycanthropes naturally ran a little warmer than humans, but it felt necessary in order to cover up her tattoos. The elegant layout of artwork was a source of pride for her, but it was also a dangerous marker that set her apart from any crowd. She let fingers trace over the outline of the Vitruvian Man on her forearm, feeling the scarred flesh underneath. That sent a disgusted shiver down her back, but she left the jacket off, instead choosing to carry it until she reached the end of the hallway. She'd give herself a little freedom before needing to hide once she hit the cool night air once more.
Padding silently to the door, she opened and slipped out easily, pulling it shut behind her. Making sure that it was closed entirely, she bundled the jacket to her chest, a hand unconsciously moving up to her still damp hair that was tied up in a loose bun as though to remove a loose hair. She turned to start walking down the hall of the motel, unaware of any other tenants, but also uncaring.