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bound_delia ([info]bound_delia) wrote in [info]bound_rp,
@ 2014-12-10 17:24:00

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Entry tags:complete, daryl rochester, delia fallon, private

so hey, let's be friends
Date: December 10th, 2013
Time: 11pm
Location: The wooded area around Memorial Park
Characters: Daryl Rochester + Delia Fallon
Description: As Delia tries to find some of her missing items in the woods, she encounters a newcomer in town.
Status: Private, Complete.


It didn't seem like that long ago, Delia had locked herself out of her car at some god awful hour in the morning and had to walk from the hospital all the way back to her home in Memorial Park. During that trip, she had encountered a vampire who seemed keen on making her his dinner and she had been forced to shift to escape him, leaving a bunch of her clothes and other personal items scattered around the wooded floor of the park. It had been quite some time since then, and she had still been unable to locate her earrings and a necklace she cared about.

Work had ended not long ago, and after she came home she immediately grabbed a flashlight and went to go look for said missing items. Daylight didn't seem to be doing much, as the fog and general winter weather didn't allow for any glinting of the missing pieces to reflect off the sun and allow her to see them. And it seemed stupid to go out at night again, after she had nearly been eaten and all that, but she was quite competent and capable - there was no reason, in her mind, to be afraid of going out there at night. If she was, it just meant that he won. And that was the last thing she wanted. For some stupid vampire to have made her afraid of the dark.

So with a lovely and quite powerful flashlight in hand, she headed back out in her scrubs to try and locate her jewelry. As she walked, she stuck the flashlight under her arm to tug her hair out of the bun she'd been wearing at work, the hair-tie starting to give her a bit of a tension headache. The curls spilled out over her shoulders and she massaged her head briefly, taking the flashlight back in hand and sighing. She was starting to think maybe he stole the items as she neared the area where the prior scuffle had taken place, no reflecting of gems in sight.

Delia was focusing quite a bit on finding the lost treasures, combing the soft forest floor with her eyes peeled - and that meant that she wasn't paying total attention to her surroundings. She should have been more careful, and with how jumpy she had been lately she knew it could lead to an unexpected shift if she were surprised by anything in the forest, but she was sure at this time of night there wouldn't be anything to worry about, it was only eleven after all. Vampires didn't usually come out until a bit later, and in her current state of tiredness and frustration it was possible she wasn't really thinking about anything else startling her in the night.


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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-13 11:00 pm UTC (link)
It was the footsteps that reached her before the voice did. If she hadn't been so on edge maybe the whole scene to come could have been avoided. If she had waited before she reacted, her secret wouldn't be outed. But she was on edge and she didn't stop to think. It was a fight between her instincts to flee and her logical to keep everything hidden. She had had to move enough times in her life to know you couldn't just out your supernatural secrets to anyone, because people like her often suffered persecution for the things they had been naturally born with.

And so instead of taking that moment to realize what was going on, from inside the nurse's scrubs burst out a small hummingbird that jetted into the air. The clothes fell promptly to the ground and she mentally cursed herself, realizing he was both not a vampire and not looking to kill her. He was actually looking for medical attention. So she came to the ground a few feet away, human again. "Avert your eyes and don't even think about trying to attack me. I'm going to put my scrubs back on."

When he obliged - or even if he didn't - she went ahead and grabbed her clothing and shoved it on as quickly as possible before she folded her arms across her chest. She was very well prepared to tell him he had imagined the whole thing, infection in the wound and all that, convince him that he was hallucinating or something because shifters just couldn't exist, that was such a silly idea! But she would wait to see how he reacted first.

"I'm a registered trauma nurse, I could check you out before you drown yourself in debt going to a hospital." Although who knows, he might have really good insurance. Judging by the look of him, though, she wasn't all too convinced that he was anyone who wanted to go to any sort of doctor to get treated, as was the case with most people who didn't have ridiculously good insurance. And of course, bribery with free medical attention always helped keep her secrets, too.

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-13 11:15 pm UTC (link)
Daryl blinked. And blinked again. His body had tensed and his immediate reaction had been to go for the rather large knife he kept with him at all times, but when a bird of all things had fluttered from the scrubs that fell rather cleanly to the ground, he faltered. He would never falter when attacked, and if this bird happened to do so, he'd not hesitate, but for the most part, it seemed... just pathetic. He held his knife aloft in a looser grip than he had utilised when first met with the shock of the woman who had quite literally changed her shape before him.

"I take it you're not a vampire," he said, already knowing the negative answer. He had hunted enough of those to know every sign there was. "It's just a dog bite," he said of his own injury, watching warily as the nurse dressed herself. He would not avert his eyes. There was nothing lecherous in it. It was about staying alive. If he behaved like a gentleman, he might never do so much as breathe again. "Times like this I miss the NHS," he said, even laughing. He could see no danger in her, but he didn't drop the knife. That was the difference between alive and dead for Daryl.

"What are you, then?" he asked then. He'd come across nothing like this in all his life.

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-13 11:24 pm UTC (link)
"Not a vampire. And given the vibe you're giving off, I take it you aren't one either." It's why she should have thought about it more, too. Humans, even hunters as he was seeming to be, didn't give off the same supernatural vibe that other people like her did. Her urge to shift into another animal agitated her far more when supernaturals were around, and his presence before the knife did not make her really feel like she had to change and escape. So he was only a threat if he wanted to use his knife, which she could outrun. Probably. If she shifted fast enough,

"Dog bites can get infected easily, since their saliva has so many germs our bodies aren't used to. Not to mention it seems to be bleeding a good amount." She stood very still, watching the knife that he did not put away. "I can stitch what needs to be stitched, clean it, and bandage it for you. I have all that in my bag." She shrugged, nonchalant. "And I would appreciate it if you both put the knife away and did not tell anyone about what happened here." Because more than just her job was at stake here, her whole life would be uprooted if he tried to blab her secret.

"I'm a shifter. We change shape, obviously, as you saw. Into pretty much anything we've seen with our own eyes. It's a fear and defensive response." She shrugged. "I thought you were the same vampire who tried to attack me a few weeks ago. I panicked and shifted." That was more than enough explanation but she felt the need to give reason for why she had behaved so stupidly - rationalizing it more for herself than for his benefit."Do you want help or not?"

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-13 11:44 pm UTC (link)
The knife was away the moment she confirmed her lack of vampirism. Well, here was an ally of sorts. At least, she did not sympathise with their kind. Not if she had been attacked by one. He took his guitar off now, let it rest against the trunk of the tree he had been leaning against.

"I've had worse than this before," he said of the bite, but he could see where she was coming from. It hurt, obviously, and the blood coming from it was something of a worry. Hopefully it wouldn't attract anything, at least until he was able to fight it off, whatever it was. He sat down on the frosty greenery beneath and rolled his jeans leg up again. The bleeding had slowed some, probably the adrenaline from the unexpected transformation he had witnessed, but he felt calm now. Still, it looked messy and did need some sort of cleaning. "Don't expect I need many stitches," he commented, but what did he know? Not a lot. He'd studied music, not medicine.

"Was being a trauma nurse so wise a choice for someone like you, then?" he asked. "Sure, you must panic some there?" A shifter. He would have to look into that one. Still, a nurse did not suggest any intent to harm people. Quite the opposite.

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-13 11:51 pm UTC (link)
She relaxed a bit when he put the knife away, and the uncomfortable feeling of need to escape or shift finally dissipated completely. She breathed a sigh of relief and put her hands on her hips, clearly more relaxed than she had been a few moments ago.

"I'm sure you have, but that doesn't mean you should ignore things that aren't as bad as things you've had before." She sounded very much like an irritated nurse at that point. So many times people had put off getting something treated because they had had worse and it never ended well. Even a small papercut could turn into something nasty if you did not properly clean and treat it. "Probably not, but I'll have to look at it first before we can make that call."

He asked if being a trauma nurse was a good idea and she laughed. "Probably not at first, no." She said, her features easing a little as she remembered all her days in nursing school and whatnot. "But I had to learn how to control it anyway, so it just took a bit more focus and calm. When I'm there, it isn't danger I'm feeling, so it's a different kind of anxiety that doesn't press the oh my dear, shift now button quite like being almost attacked by a vampire does. I am not usually so easy to change like that, but this place has a lot more... vampires and other things than any other place I've been."

She wiped her hands off and gave him a quick be right back, before she ran and grabbed her bag and came back. She really did not live far from this spot, so she was back in a flash and hesitated as she stood nearer to him. "Can I?" She said, indicating his leg and her bag of medical goodies.

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 12:07 am UTC (link)
Daryl found himself smiling slightly at the mention of more than a few vampires in the area. Not for long. He didn't say as much, though. There was no point in outing yourself as this girl had done. He was just some homeless man who had run into a vampire once or twice. That was it. "Well, I wasn't ignoring it. It didn't happen that long ago, and I was planning on gathering the money I needed to treat it tomorrow. Know how it is, don't you?" he asked, companionable. He watched as she went to fetch her bag and returned to him, quick as you like. "Go ahead," he murmured, only slightly tense now, as one always was when they had to allow this sort of thing to happen. Who could really relax when someone was tending your wounds? Still, a nurse was a nurse, even if she wasn't a doctor. Nurses were more trustworthy as far as he had experienced.

"So, are there many like you?" he asked before pausing. Of course there were. There were rarely ever just one or two of a people that failed as far as the test of humanity went. "Well, of course there are, so rather, let me ask a different question. A bird? I suppose you didn't choose that." After all, who would? It was quite pathetic. "Sure, that sort of thing would show up in your blood work, wouldn't it? 'Oh, yes, doctor, that bird DNA is from my parrot at home. He's friendly'," he drawled in an imitation. Why pick a line of work where you had to interact with so many humans, and on such a regular basis? He would not have done that himself, had he been forced to worry about that. Luckily, he wasn't.

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 12:20 am UTC (link)
"Well now you can do it for free." She said with a small smile, taking the necessary things out of her bag. First she used the water bottle she had stored in there to wash off the wound, using an alcohol wipe to make sure it was properly cleaned. "Might sting." She warned before she did it, though it probably would hurt less than how it felt to be bit, anyway. Once it was cleaned, she saw that there was really no need for stitches. The bleeding was already abating and a nice, heavy bandage should do the trick as long as he didn't mess with it. "As long as you don't remove the bandage, you wont need stitches. Keep it on and clean for two or three days after I place it, and then you can take it off and make sure you keep it clean. I'll give you extras so that you can re-bandage it after."

She went ahead and started to place the heavy bandage, listening to his line of questioning. "It's not the sort of thing that shows up in DNA. It's like a witch - I have the same sort of mana in my blood but it doesn't register in a test." She shrugged, knowing that very few things could pick up traces of mana in blood if it weren't of supernatural origins. "There are quite a few like me, but not an excessive amount. And I can shift into anything - if I wanted to I could have turned into something more menacing. But shifting, traditionally, comes for a need to protect oneself. Turning into a bird allows for a quick escape and makes me more difficult to catch or harm." Especially a hummingbird, like she turned into. Very small and very quick, even a good shot would have difficulty hitting her with a bullet.

"And we can shift into anything, not just animals." She said, shrugging. She didn't want to make herself seem dangerous, but she was a little offended at the way in which he spoke about her favorite form. "And what's wrong with a bird? I bet you can't fly."

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 12:36 am UTC (link)
"Thank you. I'll do my best at that, but it's not too easy when you're living outside, you know," he said, "Showers are hard to come by, but sure, I can probably see my way to finding a public loo to wash in, something like that," he nodded to himself. It shouldn't be too difficult. He'd managed it before. At a push, there was always McDonald's. They were always open. He would cope, as he always did. It was just life. His life. Maybe he would find another particularly wealthy vampire, get rid of them, and spend his few days healing there. That would be a good idea. He turned his attention back to the woman treating his leg. To his credit, he thought, he didn't wince as the wound was cleaned. It was fantastic news, that it wouldn't need stitches.

"Well, a bird it is, then," Daryl agreed, giving a laugh. He didn't mention that he'd probably have attacked rather than wait it out had she turned into anything less pathetic than a bird. "I can't fly, no," he admitted. "So, what's your name?" he asked then. "I'm Daryl," he said, "Daryl Rochester, but the surname won't help you too much. Not exactly in a phonebook, me," he said. You needed to possess a landline for that, as far as he knew, and to have a landline, you needed a house. Or at least a flat. He still had his mobile. But no one ever phoned him on it. Who would? Besides which, where would he charge it? He only kept the thing out of sentiment. It had his mother's last words on it, after all.

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 12:48 am UTC (link)
Homeless. That killed her. She hated to see people who had fallen on hard times like that. Her lips pursed and formed a little frown as she finished up the bandaging portion. He was set to go as long as he took it easy for the day and didn't mess with the bandage, like she had said. She went ahead and got a little kit together, so that he could fix himself up later when the bandage needed to be changed. She even threw in a little extra for future cuts and scrapes. "There's a shelter, in town. I work there sometimes. If you'd like a place to stay for the next few days, I could give them a call."

Delia had started giving free medical attention to anyone in the shelter for the last four or five years. Pretty much since she had come to Crescent Cove. She also didn't ask a lot of questions, because there were a fair few amount of hunters and supernatural creatures who would end up there on hard times with injuries that weren't easy to explain to a normal doctor. She had sort of gotten a reputation for being the one to go to if you needed proper care without having to answer how you got the injury.

"Flying is pretty fantastic." She said, her features softening a little into a smile. She stood up and wiped off her hands, using another one of the alcohol pads to sanitize her hands since they had come into contact with his blood and whatnot. She zipped up the bag and then extended a hand out to him. "Delia. Delia Fallon. I am in the phone book, and I live just a short way from here." She was still rather confident in her ability to escape from him if need be, and so far he did not seem to be someone who wanted to harm her... so she decided to continue being helpful.

"You look like you could use something warm to drink, and a good meal. You could come in for dinner, if you want."

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 01:09 am UTC (link)
He smiled slightly. "Thank you for the offer," he said, leaving it at that. He had stayed in shelters before. They were all very well and good, but they took him away from the action of things. He had missed a vampire attack once when he had been staying in a shelter. It wasn't ideal. His way of life went hand in hand with his true calling in life. But for the next few days... he could be no help to anyone while he recovered. No, it was best that he let himself recover for once. As she had said, things ignored could only get worse. "Thank you," he repeated, having made up his mind, "That would be great if it wouldn't be a problem to?"

He shook her hand from the ground and then used the trunk he'd let his guitar rest against to pull himself up to his feet. "It's good to meet you, Delia," he said. Nurse Fallon. Well, it was something to remember should he ever need to get to the hospital in this place. Then there was the offer to go back to hers. "Thank you," he said, again, and he was sure he was saying so far too much, but he had a great deal to be thankful for. "I've not eaten today," he admitted fairly readily. Or yesterday, but there it was. The crowds were tough in this country. England had always paid well. Here, he'd have to exist on the kindness of strangers, it seemed. Still, he felt the hints of suspicion. He always did, no matter who they were.

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 01:15 am UTC (link)
He didn't seem willing to accept her help, as if there were something more important on his mind. But after what seemed a few minutes of debating he thanked her, asking if it would be trouble. "Not at all. I volunteer there frequently, I'm sure they would be glad to house you while you let that wound heal." She smiled happily, always glad to help someone who needed it. Especially one who took her for what she was and did not freak out or try and harm her in some way. It was also a ploy to keep him from sharing her secret, though she would have helped him anyway.

Daryl also decided to go ahead and accept her offer for food and she smacked her hands together and said "Wonderful." She didn't offer to help him carry his things, because she felt that might be emasculating and possibly make him refuse any of the rest of her help, so she just grabbed her bag and headed back towards her car, the search for her missing jewelry thoroughly abandoned once more. She was probably never going to find it, anyway.

The walk was short back to her place, a small little cabin-like home nestled in the woods nearby a street and a few other houses though she had quite a bit of space and her home was fairly private. She went inside, leaving the door open for him behind her trusting that he would close it. Inside on the counter were a few grocery bags, and she went ahead and started making what she had already planned on having - a quick pasta. Which was nice for him, because it was a starch and very filling. "So how long have you been in Crescent Cove?"

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 01:24 am UTC (link)
He picked up his guitar, shouldering its straps so his weight would be more or less balanced to put the least amount of stress on his leg. "That's all I would need," he said, "Just a few days, then I would be out of their way," he added, in case that helped. He knew the general view on people without places to live. Traditionally, it was not exactly a favourable one. Still, the short lived kindness of strangers was nothing to be turned away from, and Daryl would always accept it happily. It often led to other opportunities, after all.

He walked at her side, to her car, then to her home. "What were you doing in the woods, then?" he asked, though perhaps it was a nightly ritual of hers. She didn't live too far away. He had no idea, really. Still, he would have thought a vampire attack might keep her away for at least a few nights. Obviously not. "Not long. I came to America three, nearly four, years ago. But here, only a week. Not long at all." He let his guitar rest by the front door which he shouldered shut behind him, then he was following her into the kitchen. It was all wooden colouring and warmth in here. Quite the contrast to outside, but he didn't take off his coat. He'd rather warm up, honestly.

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 01:30 am UTC (link)
"They have beds open frequently if you ever need to go back. And if you need any more medical attention, I volunteer on Wednesdays in the evening." She smiled, wanting him to at least have the information at hand in case he ever needed it. She hoped he didn't. She sincerely hoped that he would get things turned around here so that he wouldn't have to worry about having a place to sleep or finding his next meal. She couldn't imagine how stressful that might be.

She frowned as she started boiling water and chopping up some spices for the sauce. "Well, when I shift, as you saw, I lose everything I'm wearing. Including jewelry. When I was attacked a few weeks ago, I lost a necklace and some earrings that were sentimental. So I've been searching for them, but no luck." She shrugged half-heartedly. She did miss the necklace far more than the earrings. "I waited a while before going back, just in case, but he hasn't shown his face again so I figured it was alright to search every time I'm home." Which wasn't often, actually.

"Where did you come from before, then? Before America, anyway." While there was a pause in chopping and waiting for water to boil, she went ahead and sent a text messages to the director of the shelter, and gave a brief description of Daryl and gave them his first name, so that they would be able to recognize him when he went there. "And how are you liking this... interesting little town?"

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 01:46 am UTC (link)
"That's good to know, thank you," Daryl said, standing for a moment in the centre of the kitchen as he soaked up the heat of the place and then, after long moments, he decided he probably looked strange, so went to lean against a counter instead. He listened to Delia's explanation, about how she had lost some jewellery. "People drop weird things in my case sometimes," he said as he rifled through his pockets for a moment. He had emptied his guitar case when he had finished playing for the day so that he could gather enough money for a burger at least, but he'd not managed it this time. The earrings that had been dropped instead of money had annoyed him at the time. He couldn't exactly buy food with that. "I don't expect they're the same ones," he said, taking the contents of his pocket out and letting them roll about on the counter. Not even a dollar here. And a pair of earrings that he quickly identified and placed by the spices she had been arranging.

"But call them replacements, anyway," he said. He couldn't exactly use the things. He gathered his change back up and pocketed it again. "And England. Cornwall. Everyone there sounds like sailors. We'd have scones and pasties," he said, a bit wistful for it all. He missed his home. He missed his happy little life he'd had. If he had never gone off to university, they would have stayed home that Christmas. He'd still have his family now. He looked down at his shoes for a moment or two, gathering himself. "I've not seen much of it. I got lost in the woods when I swore I was walking in town a minute ago," he said and shrugged. He'd blinked the tears away before they could happen and was smiling cheerily once more.

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 01:56 am UTC (link)
She hadn't expected him to whip out earrings from his pocket, nor had she expected them to actually be the pair of earrings she had lost. But once he set them by the spices she had chopped and prepared for the sauce, she nearly dropped the mixing spoon she had been holding. "These are them!" She said, the surprise ringing clear in her voice and written all over her face. She picked them up and inspected them more carefully, and confirmed they were actually the ones she had lost. She was sure the vampire had not tossed them, but maybe someone else had found them while they walked through the path and picked them up. They weren't worth much, but they meant a lot to her sentimentally.

"Thanks." She said, quickly putting them on before she resumed her cooking. The water was boiling and she went ahead and placed the noodles in there, turning back around to him. The upset on his face was subtle, but she missed any indication of wet eyes or forming tears. "I could make you a pasty sometime." She said, shrugging. She liked to cook foods from everywhere. She didn't fancy herself a very good cook or anything but it was something she thoroughly enjoyed. "This place is funny like that. Memorial Park is kind of a tourist attraction - so you've got the city there, then across the street is a small set of woods that separates the touristy area from where there are some homes. The forest actually gets pretty deep and wild on the other side of the lake, people camp there sometimes." Aside from that, it was pretty much like any other town.

"It's a big enough place that you don't know everyone everywhere you go, but it's small enough to not be overwhelming. I like it here, usually."

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 02:10 am UTC (link)
His eyebrows rose in surprise quite of their own accord when Delia confirmed that they really were the earrings she had lost. "I remember who dropped them on me. I'll have a look for him and ask if he saw the necklace," he said. It wasn't an offer of something he could do. No, it was more an explanation of what he would do. It would be payment for the kindness he had been shown and the help he had been offered, nothing more. He knew all about sentimentality. That was why his grandparents' flat lay untouched since their slaughter, why his parents' house was as it had been when they had gone to join him in Cardiff for the holiday. He'd hate to think that had been taken from him.

"All Cornish people know how to make a pasty," he said. Even he did. Not that he had the means with which to do so. "I've certainly been in wilder cities, huge places. Ever been on the streets of Manhattan of a night? This place has been pretty good for me. Not for busking, not at all. They're mean here, but sleeping is easy." Well, it was easy when an old man wasn't waking you up and setting his dog on you entirely unprovoked. "So, your vampire attack," he hazarded then, because it would only help him to know more, "Do they happen a lot around here?"

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 08:32 pm UTC (link)
"Thanks." She said, still shocked that he had had the earrings. That maybe the necklace could be found too. After all that searching, she just laughed a little to herself and finished prepping the sauce before she put it, along with canned tomatoes into a pan and let it simmer. She turned around, leaning back against the counter, sliding up onto it to sit down so she could casually stir the noodles every once in a while but also talk to Daryl without having to turn her back on him to do so.

"I'm not Cornish." She said, sighing a little. "Just American." And Shifter, but that didn't really count. "I have been to Manhattan." She said with a laugh, nodding her head in agreement with his assessment about it, along with the tameness of Crescent Cove. "It's a small place, seems calm, but there's a lot going on under the surface." She had been feeling it resonate for weeks. Just this constant edge of danger.

When he asked about the attacks, she shrugged. "It didn't seem like that before - but there was an attack reported in the papers last year that seemed kind of suspicious. Not a lot of attacks on women here, you know. Happened late night, too so I don't know. There's definitely a lot of vampires gathering in the town, though. I'm not totally in the loop with what's going on. I just can feel them."

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 09:00 pm UTC (link)
He shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't make a promise about this sort of thing. After all, they might have only picked up the earrings. They might want to keep the necklace if they did have it. But people could be persuaded, and he usually managed it. "I know you're not Cornish," he said then. "You always know someone from home." He didn't think it was something particular to his home county. He thought it was just a general thing, the ability to recognise your own accent, even a poor imitation of it. His own had been diluted with travel, but it was still strong enough. Certainly whenever he spoke with Americans.

"There was a lot going on there, but people tipped very well," he said. He missed it, in a way, but it was never about the money. It was about keeping people safe. And with these vampire attacks, if they were gathering together, it seemed he had never been needed in a place more.

"How can you feel them?" he asked, letting the confusion show on his face. "I'm just- normal, really, I mean, I need to know, how? How are you meant to avoid them when you're out in the open, if they're gathering in town?"

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 09:40 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not really anything. Moved around a lot." She said with a shrug. If anything, you might get a bit of a south-eastern sound. She had spent her childhood and formative years in Washington, then went to Salt Lake City, but Indiana and Tennessee had pretty harsh accents and on occasion, having spent so much time in those states, she had a bit of an accent from there. Aside from that, she was pretty indistinguishable from everyone else.

Delia nodded her head. The people here were friendly, and Christmas time should have been better but with the lack of a lot of homeless people, there was a lack of empathy. It wasn't like a big city where it was normal and hundreds of people were going by giving out spare change. It was one of the reasons she had dedicated her time to the shelter - because they really, really needed it.

"I feel them because of what I am. Shifting is inherently an escape mechanism, a way to hide or get away from a predator. We're not predators. So depending on how... dangerous a creature is, there's a distinct urge to change shape and escape. And like, a danger sense." She shrugged. It sounded silly when you said it out loud like that. "I get a feeling, when something bad is about to happen. But mostly, when a supernatural gets close I start to feel panicked, the need to get away gets intense. And depending on what type of creature it is, the feeling will either be mild or very very strong."

"You're fine in the day, obviously. They are gathering, but there are things in place that are supposed to stop them from attacking. The Accords or something, a secrecy rule. It was supposed to put an end to that kind of thing. So there are quite a few here, but I'm not sure why."

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 10:04 pm UTC (link)
"Wouldn't worry about it," Daryl said, waving a hand as though it didn't matter. It didn't, really. All his own accent did was serve to remind him of everything he didn't have now. But, then again, he would never leave it behind him. He liked being reminded. He never wanted to forget his family. They were the reason he was who he was now, the reason he helped so many, the reason he was a homeless drifter. But he was proud of all he was, and always would be. But he would never forgive what the vampire had done, would hold it against each and every one he met from that moment on. These gathering vampires would be no different to that. He would never forget either.

"So you know whenever someone who's a threat to you is in the area?" he asked. It was all useful information. "I've only run into one or two-" it was such a lie, "-but they were..." he shook his head, even bit his lower lip as though he didn't want to go into it too much. "Even if there's a rule to stop them attacking, you're still feeling that they're here? So they might actually be a real threat?" It was just to hear all he could, really. Just to learn everything there was to know about the vampires in this area without arousing suspicion of his true nature.

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 10:19 pm UTC (link)
She was starting to get a bit suspicious of him. Of course, he could just be curious but it seemed he was asking an awful lot of specific questions and she had never had a good encounter with someone who asked that many questions. Either they were supernatural themselves, or they some sort of variety of Hunter or Guardian. Gaining intel on her status, or whatever.

"It isn't based on their actual threat. For instance, you were holding a knife when we met after I shifted the first time, and the urge to shift was mild and only buzzing because you had a knife. If the knife was hidden, I would have no idea if you were a threat or not unless you actually tried to attack me." She explained, trying to make sure she was being accurate with her telling.

"But it's different for supernaturals. Like, shifters are inherently low on the danger list. Vampires, historically, are dangerous for their nature and ability alone. Same with werewolves, almost more so because they often are not in control of what they are doing when they are new or crazed. But a phoenix wouldn't raise many alarms at all." She said, shrugging. "Because they don't possess any naturally harmful abilities. You see? So it's not their threat to me in specific, it's their predatory nature. Like a lion who has been raised by a human from birth would be less dangerous to that human but that doesn't mean that lion is not a predator."

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 10:51 pm UTC (link)
"So it's all based on how the world's seen them as threats before, not what they actually are now," he said, giving a nod. He understood now. She wouldn't be much use as far as an alarm really went. At least, in terms of gauging exactly what the vampires were up to. Really, it wouldn't be much help at all. His own senses as to what they were would ultimately be of greater use. "You've got to carry that sort of thing on you when you sleep rough, you know," he added, an explanation for his knife.

He probably ought to know more about these others. The other supernatural species out there. But ever since he had discovered their existence, he had concentrated solely on vampires, on ridding the world of their kind. They were all the same. They all deserved to die. But the other species, he'd always let the other hunters deal with them. They had done nothing to Daryl, and unless he found them supporting vampires actively, he left them alone. It was all dependant on how dangerous they were to him.

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 10:56 pm UTC (link)
"Exactly. So even though there are a fair few werewolves out here, none of whom have attacked a single person, they would still register high on the shifter threat alert system." She said, laughing a little at the bit at the end. It was a sort of alert system - it worked from a pretty decent way off. She had felt the vampire the second he had come within a short distance of her. And the ability to sense danger was also really handy. Which worked for more than just supernatural danger, it worked well for any sort of personal danger she might be in. Which is why she was so easy to help Daryl, because after the knife had been put away she realized there was no inkling of danger, no intuitive sense that something bad might happen.

"I understand. And if I didn't have the capability of shifting into something that could easily escape or bite a hole into your throat, I would probably carry a knife too." She agreed, nodding her head. "As it is, I still carry mace. Not a good idea to go around shifting all the time. If you weren't even mildly aware of the supernatural, it would have been a damn big faux pas on my part to do that. I probably would have to move."

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[info]bound_daryl
2014-12-14 11:11 pm UTC (link)
"Well, luckily for you, no one would believe me even if I did tell them. You don't get too many people who are homeless and sane," he said with a laugh. No, that was one thing that was difficult about his chosen way of life. If he ever had to warn people of an incoming attack, well, he doubted they would ever believe him. He was harmless in that way. He could overhear as many plans as he liked, but he had no way of backing it up. The only way for him to stop something from happening was to do so himself.

"It must be useful to be able to feel who's a danger to you without needing any help on it," Daryl said, raising his left leg for a moment, "I would have seen this coming. As it was, I was just rudely woken by a man and his dog. They said I stole their spot. Not as dangerous as vampires, but still a nasty bite!"

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[info]bound_delia
2014-12-14 11:19 pm UTC (link)
"Sadly, that is true." She said, though she didn't laugh or joke about it. She had dealt with a lot of homeless people at this point, and though quite a few did have run ins with the supernatural and were entirely sane, the overwhelming majority had some sort of mental illness that usually contributed to the fact that they were homeless. It was a sad, sad truth.

She nodded her head, absently stirring the pasta once more. "It has its upsides, that's for sure." She agreed, knowing it had gotten her out of what might have become a sticky situation on more than one occasion. "Just because we know there are vampires and werewolves out there doesn't mean a dog's bite isn't formidable."

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