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Tweak says, "Good night"

tom mcnair (tommcnair) wrote in hellascenes,
@ 2013-09-28 02:58:00

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!20 pts, hal yorke, tom mcnair

Who: Tom McNair & Hal Yorke
What: Hell, with added bickering
Where: Exploring LA
When: Friday Evening
Rating: Low
Status: Closed/Ongoing

It took Tom all of ten seconds after opening his eyes to roll out of the bed he'd woken up in and crouch beside it, stake in hand, ready for attack. Instead of Hatch and his hordes of minions he was greeted by snoring. He scowled, a little disappointed, though he wouldn't want anyone else to know that. It'd been a while since he'd had a decent scrap - not since he and Hal'd gone for it in the bar - and even then he hadn't actually got to kill anything. It was a bit of an anticlimax after all the rituals and talk of fighting The Devil.

With a sudden uncertainty Tom realised that it really wouldn't do to be caught in here, watching some strange girl in bed. Let alone if she ever found out that he'd been in there with them! Slowly, and with utmost care, he backed out of the room and out of the small flat, shutting the door behind him as quietly as he was able. It was only then he really got to look at the place he'd woken up in. "This makes no sense," he muttered to himself, as he starred at the world around him. Tom didn't know much about the world, but he'd seen bits of it on the telly, and this was scarily familiar - and also American. "Why would Hatch think this would tempt me?" he wondered, as he began to walk. It was like being in another world! one where the ladies spent a lot of time inappropriately dressed, for a start, though he had the good sense not to tell them that! He did avert his eyes though, cause it wouldn't do to stare, even if they didn't seem to mind it.

He was about to ask for directions to the nearest tourist information centre when a familiar scent caused his nostrils to flare. "Hal?" Tom stood for a long minute trying to sort the stench of stale hot dogs from the...other...smells that hung in the grimy air, and tried to work out where the vampire had come from and, more importantly, where he had ended up! The last thing he wanted was another confrontation with his former best friend but he couldn't risk the lives of all these nice ladies either, even if they didn't have the sense to put a coat on. Tom was on Hal's tracks and running, ignoring the shouts and comments from passers by as he barrelled through their ranks. He turned a corner and a familiar figure stood a few feet ahead. Tom came to an abrupt stop and called out, "stop right there, Hal. I don't know where exactly we are, or why we're here, but I wouldn't let you go rampaging around the streets here any more than back home. You're not rampaging are you? Cause we have to find Alex, and stop Hatch and save the world!" He took a breath and shrugged, "and there isn't time for none of that rampaging nonsense."

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yorkehal
2013-10-01 06:01 am UTC (link)

“Can we move on then?” He would like nothing more than to ignore the fact that he was apparently bad and Tom didn’t trust him anymore. It wasn’t a good feeling and he didn’t want to keep on thinking about it. “Why not? We’ve been pulled here. I don’t see why Alex, Allison, or anyone else that we know can’t just show up as well.” He wasn’t exactly sure it would be that great. Was this even great for them? No, not really. There was no real reason as to why they were even there. Did the others need to tortured by this place too? He shook his head at Tom’s question. “I don’t know anything about Paris. Why would we need to be in Paris?” He was a bit confused on why they would leave Barry. “How about we worry about other things. Like, why are we here and how do we get home?”

He could see it, that little hint of uncertainty. But, he will take what he could get. At least Tom wasn’t pulling his stakes out again. “Yeah, alright, I will let you know.” Not that he really thought he would need to tell Tom of any such thing. He was fine. He did not feel the need to drink blood again.

It really was hard to hear things that happened and him not knowing anything about it. It felt wrong. It also made him wonder if this place had taken him when it did so that everything that Tom mentioned wouldn’t happen…again. He didn’t want those things to happen. He quickly looked up when Tom said Rook’s name. “What did Rook have to gain from making it look like I killed some girl that you fancied?” It didn’t make sense. Then again a lot of things didn’t make sense right now.

He looked at Tom’s hand for a moment before he grabbed a hold of it and shook it. This was definitely a step in the right direction. “I wouldn’t look behind you then…” he said, cracking a smile. Telling Tom not to do something usually meant he was going to do it, like a child. “I think they would be a bit heartbroken. I also think you were born in the wrong century.” He turned and started walking down the sidewalk, glancing back to make sure that Tom was following. “Come on, I’ll warn you if I see a scantly clad woman coming our way.”

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tommcnair
2013-10-01 09:25 pm UTC (link)

Tom shrugged, deciding that, for now, at least he'd drop thoughts of staking Hal. For a start, there were enough things they seemed to need to talk about before they got to that stage! Instead he thought how nice it would be for Alison and Alex to arrive, and it put a smile firmly back on his face. Right up until Hal said he didn't remember Paris. "Well, that was when we were human, wasn't it? After we'd defeated Hatch, and after we all woke up. You took Alex and me to Paris, to show me a bit of the world and to give me a proper dinner and the like, and to show Alex... how you liked her." Tom felt his cheeks flush. "Only it was all lies, weren't it? We never were human, and we never did defeat Hatch. He tricked us, and that's when we realised and had to start fighting again." He gave a kick at the carpet, "and that's when I got here. None of it were true, which is a shame cause it was a good place, and we had a nice time."

After everything that happened the first time Tom really hoped Hal had learned that keeping things to himself wasn't a good idea. He didn't have much choice but to trust him (though he'd be keeping a good eye on him, just in case, cause he wasn't stupid, however much other people might think that he was!). "See that you do," he said with a nod, taking it no further for now.

Tom thought about it long and hard, and he wasn't sure he had the answers Hal was looking for, but he gave it a try all the same. "Well the girl, Natasha, was kind of Rook's... what's that old fashioned word for not-a-daughter. The one they always use in those costume dramas on the telly?" he asked his friend with a puzzled frown. "Well she was one of them, sort of, and he sent her to Barry to make us fight," though they'd been doing a good job of that even before she'd shown up. "It's that whole thing about a ghost, a vampire and a werewolf, see. He figured that he could help Hatch, by getting us lot out of the way, if only he could split us apart. He nearly did it too," which was the part that made Tom more sad than any other. "I think she came on to you, but then Rook killed her and made it look like you'd done it, and we all thought you had cause of how you were bad and all. But Natasha's ghost told Alex the truth, but it were too late by then, and you'd already started killing again." Tom gave Hal a poke in the shoulder, "which is why you need to tell us what's going on, cause of how it's important we know!" He said 'we', but he didn't even know if Alex was here. He hoped so, cause she was better at talking to Hal than he was.

He stood to attention at Hal's words, and starred straight ahead. "I ain't looking, Hal. Don't even think of making me!" Tom grabbed hold of Hal's arm, just in case he had to close his eyes in a hurry. "They would an'all," he agreed wholeheartedly, "and their fathers would probably lock them in their rooms and never let them out of the house again! At least, that's what mine would have done," Tom knew McNair wasn't the best judge of such things, but it didn't stop him thinking he was right about this! "How can you think nothing of it, when you was born in the wrong century too?" he asked his friend curiously, cause Hal never did seem to mind the skimpy girls. He hurried to keep up, and nodded eagrely, "you do that. I don't want my eyes scarring with unnecessary flesh. I'll look at my wife, when we're married, but I don't want to see no other ladies. That would be disrespectful!"

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