Christopher Dunavant (wild_hunter) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-17 17:01:00 |
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Current location: | Elkins Arms and Ammo |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | christopher dunavant, ~rose elkins |
Gearing Up
Who: Rose and Christopher
Where: Elkins Arms and Ammo
When: Wednesday Evening, 1/12
Christopher had a good night, or at least a good night for him, which meant killing a lot of baddies. However, this meant that he had run incredibly low on his ammo. While, with vampires, all you needed was a bunch of stakes, that just wasn't fucking fun. Guns were a lot more fun. Guns needed more ammo, though. So, here he was, pulling up outside of Elkins Arms and Ammo shop, hopping out of his Winnebago and walking inside. "Where are you, Rose?" he called out as he walked inside. "Need some more ammo because I went a little nutso last night." Like that was different from any other night.
The curtains that cut the front of the shop off from the back parted with a red head stepping out from the back with a smirk. "I don't know anyone who goes through ammo quicker then you do, Dunavant." Rose commented walking over to slip behind the counter. "What kind of ammo are you needing this time?" The part-time hunter knew the guy had a nice little variety of weapons at his disposal, which meant he could be needing any of a wide variety of ammo restocked.
"Need me some 12-gauge shells," Christopher said to her with a smirk. "Was playing with some vamps last night. Sure, they don't exactly kill them, but the sure as fuck hurt the hell outa them. Can't object to that at all."
"Some would say that was bein' plain wasteful." Rose said sliding the door of the glass case open to reach in a pull out one and then a box of shells which were set on the counter in front of the guy.
"But I would say that's damn fun," Christopher said with a smirk. "Plus, it's jackassery like that that keeps you in business, am I correct?" He looked at the box. "I'm gonna need about three more of those, honestly."
"It's definitely hunters like you that keep this place in business." Rose had to agree with the man there. If it weren't for Christopher Dunavant and others like him Elkins Arms and Ammo might not have survived to today. Three more boxes of shells were taken then from the case and set on the counter next to the other two. At this rate Rose was going to have to do a little bit of re-ordering after Christopher left. "What else can I get ya."
He glanced around the shop for a moment. "Got anything new?" he asked as he looked around. "And how've you been doing, anyway?" Only polite to ask.
"Nothing since your last visit." Rose said in answer to the man's question. "I've been doing good. Haven't had much in the way of a hunt lately." But then unlike Christopher here, and her father, Rose wasn't a full-time, full fledged hunter of the supernatural. She had the shop as her livelihood while they had their hunting, which was the primary source of their income.
"Was kinda in the market for some sorta new weapon," he admitted to her. Not that he'd ever give up his shot gun completely, but a man had to keep up on new hunting trends, didn't he? "Good to hear that you're good, though."
"You'll be the first to know if anything new comes my way that I think you'd be interested in." There were always rumors circulating around that this hunter came up with this, or that this hunter invented another sure fire way to bring down werewolves or vampires. Rose, though, had a tendency to not pass anything along to another hunter unless she had proof positive a new weapon or type of ammo worked, and that usually was when she the invented piece of work in hand and had actually tried it. Or he father had tested it out and confirmed it had actual value.
"So how've you been doing, Christopher? Other then playing with the undead." Rose asked of the man in return.
He nodded, giving her a grin. He knew that she liked to make sure that anything new that she heard about actually worked before selling it to any hunter. It made her better than eighty or so percent of the other ammo sellers that hunters went to out there. He definitely appreciated it. "I've been doing good. Not up to all that much outside of hunting and going out occasionally at night," he said with a slight shrug. Hunting was his life, after all.
"I'd stand to say you need to get out more and enjoy yourself, but you're part of a rare breed who actually enjoys himself at his work." Rose stated with a grin back to the man. Most in this line of work were quite serious about what they did, Christopher Dunavant, from the way Rose read the guy, actually seemed to find a sort of enjoyment in what he did.
He may have been brought up in the 'business' to speak, but that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy it at all. "I'm actually trying to meet a few people in LA, that I don't already know," he said. "So, how are your parents doing?"
Rose gave a slight nod in understanding to the first of what the man said. The latter was verbally relayed. "Dad's doing good. As the usual with him he's out on a job down in Louisiana. And mother, well she's doing good as well and keeping as far away from this life as possible." Which was why Rose tended to only see her mother at night when she chose to visit the woman at her home. Which usually was at an invitation for dinner. Other times phone calls seemed to work out well.
"Good to hear that you're parents are doing good." Christopher was far more familiar with Rose's father than mother, for the obvious reason that her mother didn't really like this sort of life.
"So, are you managing to meet people here in L.A.? Or am I special and this is your first stop since crossing the city limits." Rose inquired with the latter part of her comment said mostly in jest.
He shook his head. "You are special, but I did stop by a club called Avarice one night," he said. "Met a very interesting woman named Zee who can drink grown men under the table." Which she had demonstrated.
"An admirable trait in a woman." Rose replied. Being able to best a man at anything would be an admirable trait for any woman to have in Rose's view. Which was why she admired the few female hunters she knew were out there. They were as good, if not better then some men, at doing what they did.
He grinned. "Definitely in my opinion, too." Christopher was one of those guys mostly raised by his mother and brought up to respect women. So, he loved it when a woman proved she could do something better than a man. Definitely hot.
"Sounds like someone found a certain woman quite interesting." Rose grinned back making a spur of the moment assessment of the attraction the older hunter had for this Zee woman he commented about.
"Well yeah," he said, still grinning at her. "She definitely made an impression." That was one way of putting it, anyway.
Rose smiled. "Well, good for you. A man should enjoy himself every one in a while." Especially hunters who never knew when a day might be their last.