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

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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bound_daryl
2014-12-14 11:27 pm UTC (link)

"Well, welcome to my life," Daryl said, giving a shrug. "I'm not insane. At least, I'd hope not. I just don't live anywhere." Another shrug was given. He'd not volunteer why he was homeless. After all, he did technically have a place to live, two places, in fact, back in England, but he'd never go there again, and explaining why... it was all too much to get into, too much information to give out freely, however happy enough he was to do so normally. It was never the truth he told, not usually.

"You're probably saying that because you've got quite the nasty bite on you - if you end up as anything but a bird, that is," he said, and there was a joke there, a bit of a sly dig at her bird form. He didn't really see that she could be anything threatening.

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bound_delia
2014-12-14 11:40 pm UTC (link)

"You seem pretty sane to me." She agreed, nodding her head. He held a conversation just fine, there were no interruptions or strange asides that she found in longer conversations with people who were mentally unstable. She didn't ask why he was homeless - that was far too personal a question, despite the fact that he had so thoroughly questioned her darkest secret.

She chuckled at the bite comment, though there was certainly some sarcasm laced with the whole thing and he was taking another dig at the fact that her go-to form was a bird. "Don't make me prove it." She warned, though it was an empty threat - she would certainly prove it if he asked her to, but she would never attack him. She slid off the counter, grabbing the strainer and the pot of pasta, as it was all about done now.

"Plates are in that cabinet there. " She said, nodding in the direction she kept her plates. "And the parmesan is in the fridge." Which needed no indication, as it was pretty clearly capable of being seen. Once the pasta was strained she put it back in the pot with a little of the sauce so it didn't stick, and grabbed what she wanted to eat first before letting him go. "Eat all you want. Rest is yours."

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bound_daryl
2014-12-14 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Plates? Did he have to? Still, he was not an animal. He did as he was told and went to the cabinet, taking out two plates, one for her, one for himself. His stomach growled as the fact that he was actually going to be allowed to eat registered with him. It wasn't a joke. He was going to eat food that had just been given to him, for the first time in one or two days, and he wanted nothing more than to behave like a barbarian and eat straight from the pot.

He was very civilised for someone who was starving, but he didn't go for the parmesan if only because anything too rich might make him ill, given he'd not had anything in a while. Unfortunately, it was just how his body worked. "Thank you," he managed to say before he was spooning pasta into his mouth like it had been weeks since he'd last had anything, not just two days. Ten minutes passed and he was done, scraping all he could from the pot onto his plate, though it was just the dregs of sauce left now. No real food.

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bound_delia
2014-12-15 12:16 am UTC (link)

She wasn't surprised at all by his behavior in eating so quickly. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen someone literally starving eat their first good meal in a long time. She paid him no mind, let him eat in peace and went ahead and continued to eat her dinner. It took her the same amount of time to finish the smaller amount of food on her plate that it did for him to finish the rest of the pasta. She had made a decent amount, too.

When they were both done, she went ahead and stood up. "There's bread, too, if you want some for the sauce. I don't really like garlic bread, though, so it's just some sourdough slices." She shrugged a little and put her plate in the sink, as well as the pasta bowl itself though the sauce was still out if he wanted to eat some of that still. It was pretty good, if she said so herself. Her phone buzzed, the shelter responding to her text.

"There's a spot open for you at the shelter, too. Someone will be there tonight for you to get in if you want. And I could drive you, since you really shouldn't walk that far on that leg."

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bound_daryl
2014-12-15 12:27 am UTC (link)

"I'll have bread," he said quite eagerly, perhaps too eager. He still felt hungry in spite of everything he'd eaten so far. He'd felt disappointment that the food was gone, but hearing that there was something more he could have, well, he would never say no to more food. He was fairly certain that she meant him no harm. He'd have been killed before now if she had.

"And brilliant," he said when she informed him he'd have a place at the shelter. It was cold out, and he needed to heal, to keep himself clean for long enough to recover. "Thank you for sorting it out for me. You don't owe anything to me. Not at all. I appreciate this. I'll remember it."

Of course, as far as she knew, his remembering her kindness would only lead him to seek her out if he was ever in trouble again. But he had more than that. He may survive off the kindness of strangers, but he had saved lives. Hers might need it one day if a hunter was less kindly disposed toward Shifters.

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bound_delia
2014-12-15 12:38 am UTC (link)

She grabbed the bread from the drawer and opened it up, setting the whole thing on the counter next to the sauce. She didn't mind if he ate it all, either. She was fortunate enough to be able to buy groceries for herself, and buying another loaf of bread wouldn't break the bank. She made a decent amount being a nurse at St. Katherine's.

"It was no problem." She said, smiling at him. Delia, first and foremost, was a kind and caring person. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do to help someone out if they needed it. "Someday I might need someone to find some more earrings for me, you'll be the first I go to." A small laugh was given at that, but of course that would not be the only reason she might call on him, if ever need be.

There wasn't much else to do but let him continue to eat before she took him to the shelter, so she went back to sit at the table, calmly watching him. "So, how many different supernaturals have you come across, then?"

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bound_daryl
2014-12-15 12:47 am UTC (link)

He did exactly that, dipping the bread into the sauce, and when that was gone, he ate the bread as it was. Filling up on carbohydrates was the best thing for him. It always got him through a good few days. And then there was meat, too. That usually helped keep him going a bit longer. It was a good thing fast food was cheap. Good for him, at least.

"I'll see if I can find your necklace for you," he said, as though that were the only thing he could offer. He hoped he could locate it. It would certainly repay the kindness he had been shown. "Just, well, do try not to change your shape while you've got the earrings on, at least? I'd hate you to lose them again now they've been found." Of course, it was bound to be unavoidable if she changed when frightened. "How many...?" he asked, falling quiet for a moment. So many he'd lost count. How many had he killed? It had been eleven years since the first. He'd lost count. "I've met one vampire," he said instead, "But I've met him twice. That was why I left Manhattan." An easy lie. "And you."

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bound_delia
2014-12-15 12:54 am UTC (link)

"Don't be surprised if that changes." She said, brow raised a little. Just the one, then, but twice? "Is he following you or something? Odd to have run into the same one twice. I feel like they usually move around a lot, but I admit I don't know much about vampires." Aside from how they felt and how the Accords was supposed to ban them, amongst all other supernaturals, from doing anything that would out their existence to the normal humans.

Clearly it was not being followed very well - though in her case, the quickness to be defensive was because of a vampire not following the rules of the Accord. Which is exactly how she would have defended herself if a Guardian came knocking and tried to give her some sort of warning for changing in front of a human. But she was way, way low on their priority list, she was sure.

"For your sake, I hope you don't run across anything more than just me, here. Although after me and my amazing, ferocious transformation into a hummingbird, nothing could possible be as dangerous or frightening."

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bound_daryl
2014-12-15 01:02 am UTC (link)

Of course. Once when Daryl first identified him, then the second time to kill him. But he didn't say so. "I don't know," he said instead, frowning like he was puzzled. He'd never discussed the supernatural with someone who had offered him kindness before. It was like crossing his lives together. It probably wasn't wise, but it wasn't as though he had anyone to tell him otherwise, was it? The woman who had introduced him to his life was dead now, too. He was fairly sure it was a werewolf that had done it, in the end, but he'd never really found out. "It was just twice. I haven't seen him since I arrived here." It would be difficult for someone without a head to follow him here. Quite impossible, in fact.

"I've never been so scared as I felt when you jumped me as the smallest bird I've ever seen, you're right," he said, voice a little bit dry, but he was smiling all the same. "I can only hope that other people like you choose something less fearsome."

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bound_delia
2014-12-15 01:13 am UTC (link)

She didn't think much on it, but that was because she didn't know the whole story. Seemed pretty innocuous to her. If she knew more about what was going on in Crescent Cove with the vampires, she might have told him not to worry - there probably weren't going to be more coming in, most didn't want anything to do with this little town or the war brewing. But she didn't, so she just shrugged.

"Oh, no one is quite as fearsome as I am, no worries there." She reassured him with a silly face, before she got up and went to her keurig, making herself some coffee. It was late, but she had another shift in just a few hours, as she had been too kind and taken over a shift for someone else. But she had the next three days off after that to readjust her schedule anyway. It was brewing quickly and she turned back to him.

"I'm going to change really quickly, do you mind?" She didn't want to be wearing the scrubs longer than she needed to, and these were slightly bloody and dirty from being outside and dealing with his bite.

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bound_daryl
2014-12-15 01:27 am UTC (link)

"No, you're absolutely the most frightening person I've ever seen," Daryl said, laughing. Well, it was the first time he'd laughed in a long time. Well, he'd laughed while offing a vampire or two lately, but it wasn't like this. Laughing without a care. It was different. "No, it's your home," he said, gesturing that she could do whatever she wanted. He wasn't about to steal anything from her, or do anything else. If he ever became so desperate his life was on the line, he could always access the money he had inherited. He'd not steal from someone who had been kind without motive. Vampires were a different thing entirely, but she wasn't one, thankfully. "Can I help myself to some water?" he asked, knowing it was just water, but well, it was only polite to ask. "You'd find it funny how many people give you beer or coffee when you're out, but never water."

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