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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
2014-12-15 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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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