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[24 Apr 2008|11:14am] |
In the month of April, the supernatural underworld was beginning to know a lifestyle of panic. Word spread quickly about the Federal offensive. Descriptions of initial raids were inflated, of course. It only heightened the sense of fear that crept into conversations. Already, some demons had begun to stockpile weapons, while others had begun to change their nightly patterns, and some considered packing up for smaller towns, more out-of-the-way.
Despite that climate, there were those amongst the supernatural that seemed unaffected by happenings. Even oblivious. Star Tomlin fell into that category. While some stockpiled blood in secret storage facilities, she simply browsed summer shoe sales.
"Do you have these in a seven?" She dangled the slingbacks by a hooked index finger. While the sales attendant went to check, the wiccan slurped a cherry coke and ignored anything that wasn't footwear. The saleswoman came back empty-handed, though, so Star dropped the shoes on the display and headed back into the mall.
It wasn't that he'd meant to start following her, it was that he couldn't help it. Crowds were good to hide in, and he'd been careful to keep out of sight while the rumors and gossip about the men and women from D.C. spread through the supernatural community like the plague. Besides, the mall was air-conditioned and there was a movie theater. If he was to be run out of town on a proverbial rail, he could do it with a little bit of comfort.
It had been the radio earpiece that tipped him off, and Connor had fallen into step behind the man in the non-descript black suitjacket and paced after him once he realized that he was not out to steal the waifish blonde's purse. There were enough people milling around in the enclosed area that it was easy to pull the operative into a phone enclosure and leave him there to wake up with a monster headache and his cameraphone shattered into about a dozen pieces. The Destroyer sprinkled the man's white shirt front with the remains before stalking back out into the walkway.
He wondered what they wanted her for. He vaguely remembered seeing her at the mass meeting at the air force base. She looked like half the girls he'd taken classes with in college. Connor put his hands into his pockets and caught up with her on her left.
Yeah, she was definitely waifish. Almost elfin. "Excuse me, do you kniow what time it is?"
( 5 o'clock Somewhere )
[Thread: Open to Star and Connor]
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