Agonyyyyyyyy! Who: Aly and Connie When: 4am Where: Near the Post Office
It was still early and the Post Office wasn't open yet, but Aly had some things she needed to send out and wanted to make sure she didn't forget so she did it early. She was walking back to the hotel- deciding to leave the car and enjoy the night- when she heard some singing coming from behind her. Glancing back she noticed it was a young man, well maybe not young as she instantly noticed he didn't have a heartbeat. "Interesting song." She said, with a slightly furrowed brow. "Sounds familiar."
It had been just Connie's luck that Rebecca had her own CD-copy of Into the Woods with adjoining lyrics book, and he hadn't had to wait for daylight to pick one up from the local theater. As soon as he'd seen the sign, he knew he had to try out, just for the fun of it. He'd pick one of his own up, of course, but he was an impatient bastard sometimes, and at least with a words in hand and CD transferred to his ipod he could see which parts he might like best, to try out for.
"Agonyyyyyyyy, such that princes must weeeeeeep!" he sang jovially, his tail swinging around behind him in time with the beat, though he took care to not sing too loudly, since the town was largely asleep. At least he was in a commercial area rather than residential.
The voice from someone ahead of him-- who he hadn't noticed at all; what in the world was wrong with him??-- made him stop and blink. "Hi!" he said cheerfully. No heartbeat, either. Awesome. "It's Agony, Reprise, from Into the Woods." He held up the playbook with the name on the front and grinned.
Alyson shook her head. "Thought I knew it, guess I was wrong." She'd been to a few plays before, but wasn't familiar with any in particular. She was always more interested in museums and lecture series. "You in it?"
"Trying out for it," Connie corrected with a grin. "Though I hope I'll wind up in it! It's a fun show. Not sure who I'll try out for yet." There were a few roles he had the range for, and potentially the looks for. "You should listen to it sometime. It's hilarious. Bernadette Peters does a video version where she plays the wicked witch, and oh my god is she awesome." Yes, he wass rambling to a perfect stranger. So what?
Aly nodded pretending that she knew what he was talking about as she adjusted her the shoulder-strap of her shoulder bag that had been pulling a bit akwardly on her light blue blouse. She was wearing jeans currently, but still carried herself as an Agent, "Well I wish you luck then- or what is it? Break a leg."
Unfortunately for Connie-- or maybe fortunately-- he had no idea how an Agent walked or carried herself. "Oh, god, not luck, never wish anyone luck!" He laughed. "That's the worst kind of luck ever. It's definitely break a leg. I'm Connie." He tucked the playbook under one arm and offered her his hand, catching up a little. "Promise, I'm not always this geeky. Just most of the time!"
"Alyson." She replied, taking his hand and giving it a shake. "Good to meet you." It was good to meet him, if she would be working in this town a while and having to investigate and people to cooperate she would have to have good meets.
"And to meet you. You a local?" Connie asked, settling in beside her to walk wherever she was walking, at least for the moment. He wanted to meet as many people as possible, too-- or, as many as was possible when you were largely nocturnal-- though his reasoning was more along the lines of "people to have fun with".
"No." Aly shook her head. "Just visiting." Well, working but still.
"Aw. I need to meet more locals, I only just got here a few days ago, myself!" The tail curled and uncurled, making little springs and ringlets out of itself as he shook his head and playfully sighed out an unneeded breath. "So what house are you?" Since he was sure they both knew they were undead. To him, it was terribly obvious; but then, he had the hearing of a rabbit.
"I'm a Rose." She replied. Most knew of her house by that term rather than their proper name. Aly was quite proud of her house and was quite certain they were the best house to be embraced into- however she didn't discount the strengths of a few of the other lines. That would have been a foolish mistake.
"Rose, Rose... oh, right, that's the political house, right?" Connie knew of most of the other houses out there, but he also tended towards being forgetful when it cames to ones he didn't really care much about or interact with. "I'm practically the opposite-- I'm from House of Luna. Luna herself might be kind of active in politics right now, but most of us just live our unlife." He grinned at the irony of the statement.
It wasn't actually about the politics as much as the power, but it was a normal response when people did know of her line, so she nodded. "Yes. And before you ask; no, I'm not a politician."
"Then what are you?" Connie asked, half-teasing and half-curious. "A lawyer? A high-ranking clergywoman? --Is there such thing as a high-ranking clergywoman?" Certainly not in the Catholic Church! "You've got to be something important if you're a Rose."
"I'm in law enforcement." Aly replied. "The FBI to be more specific." Something that didn't impress a lot of older vampires, but humans tended to 'OOoo' and 'Aaaah' a bit.
Connie was actually pretty easy to impress. "Oh, wow. That's pretty cool. Do you have a badge and everything?" He peered at her as if he could somehow see said badge, or some other aspect of her FBI-ness. "What in the world is someone from the FBI doing in Scarlet Oak of all place?"
She shook her head. "Sorry, I can't share details of open investigations, but let's just say this whole coming out party has opened a big can of worms for both local and federal government officials." Like the hordes of re-opened case files, most of which probably did have a supernatural connection, but those that didn't... they were going to be pressed to find one.
"And you really think some of those worms are here?" Connie laughed. "Wow. I guess even the tiny towns get the big fish coming in now and then. I didn't think anything happened here, until Heme opened up."
"Some places are easier to hide than others. But I'm actually working out of Ann Arbor, just here on some things before driving back. But who knows." Aly chuckled, after all if it were her, she'd go where no one would look for her.
"Oooh. Am I keeping you from your car?" Connie looked around, but he didn't see one that screamed "hot FBI vampire chick's car". ... Really, he hardly saw any at all. "With my chatty ways and general annoyingness?"
"No." She shook her head. "I walked from the hotel room." Aly informed him. "Thought the night was nice, why waste it?"
"It is definitely that. Bit warm, but I like warm." Connie shrugged and smiled. "Well, if I'm not keeping you from anything, awesome, then. How're you liking Ann Arbor, then? Any great places around here to go have fun? Or have you been working since you got here?"
"Mostly the latter I'm afraid, though I only just arrived in town a few days ago." She told Connie. He was a curious one wasn't he? "I've been arranging for more interviews than anything else- not much time to go anyplace. Though I have heard my fair share of voicemails." Aly chuckled.
Curious, chatty, making conversation... whatever you wanted to call it. "Interviews?" he asked curiously, grinning enough to show one fang. "For your escaped worms from those cans the supernatural opened up?"
"Pretty much." She nodded. "There's quite a few 'worms' that a new set of eyes might have a new set of questions..." Aly shrugged, not minding the questions or answering them so long as they were general like they'd been.
"I hope you find something out, then," Connie told her. "How old are some of these 'worms'? I mean, will people even still remember things to help you out?" Connie, after all, would definitely not call himself a reliable witness for something that happened a few years ago-- but then, he might not call himself a reliable witness for something that happened last week, either.
"It's a risk people may have forgotten, but there is a chance something was impactful enough to recall years later. Some things may be easier than others as well." Like missing persons being found to be vampires or weres. Aly imagined a more than a few of those would come up. She was luck in the fact that her own embrace hadn't left her in a similar situation. She'd just gone for a weekend away and returned a bit paler than normal- even that wasn't really a problem.
Connie was lucky in that his former family was all dead by now. He knew of and sent cards and the occasional email to some grand neices, but he certainly had no one anymore who missed him. "Are there a lot of these worms to try and round up? Are you gonna be stuck here a while going through them all?"
"It's quite possible." She nodded. "Depends on how many get cleaned up quickly and how many stick around." Aly chuckled a bit. "There are worse places to be stuck in."
"You've got night life across the city and small-town living right here," Connie grinned fangily. "I like it. I might even stay a while, I don't know." It'd been a while since he stayed in one place for more than a couple weeks. But if he got a part in the play, it'd have to be a couple months, at least if he wanted to actually be in the final performance.
"That is nice, yea." And it was only a drive- a nice drive, but only a drive nonetheless- to Detroit where her parents still lived, a lot older than the last time she'd seen them but they were out there still. "And for whatever reason the area seems to be very open to the changes, which is always a plus." Not that DC hadn't been but some of the places she could've been sent definitely weren't.
"You obviously haven't seen the protestors to the movie filming with vampire actors and such," Connie said, sticking his tongue out a little in distaste. "Some of them are open-minded-- some of them really, really aren't."
"There will always be dissention and protestors, but on the grand scheme of things... there aren't a lot of places willing to accept a Vampire bar so soon." Aly said with a shrug.
"Did they even have a choice to accept it or did they just build one and the public got to deal with it?" Connie pointed out, playing devil's advocate a little. He honestly had no idea how Heme was devised and thrown together, but he knew there were people of both types in this town.
Aly shrugged a little, he had a bit of a point, though there are places that the idea probably never would have even come up. "They did have to get a buisness license, so someone had to be open to it." That someone could have just as well been a vampire or other supe in said position but the point was still valid.
Holding up his hands in defeat, Connie grinned and said, "I don't know much about starting a business. I'm just a stunt actor, and a lazy one at that." The idea of all the work that went into running a business made his head spin. "So you're probably right."
Aly shrugged, though she probably was right. "So, you're not just an actor- you're a stunt actor?"
"Yep!" Connie said cheerfully, proudly even. "I get to fall off buildings and do sword-fights and I die a lot, but I like to think I'm pretty good at it. It's not something that'll get me famous, but I get by."
"You never know." Famous Vampire stuntman? She could see the public eat that one up. "Sounds like you really enjoy it." Must work out nicely too, Vampires being a little harder to kill- could do more dangerous stunts.
Considering that Connie really had no drive or desire to be famous, yeah, he wasn't holding his breath for that one. Even if he could hold his breath indefinitely. "Oh man, I love it when they can actually shoot me and get a realistic shot for the cameras. I mean, getting shot sucks, sure, but it heals up in a few minutes anyway, so who cares?"
"Sounds exciting." She said, personally not liking being shot one bit- even though she had. Definitely not something she'd encourage to happen again. "Painful, but exciting."
"Bah, I don't mind the painful so much," Connie shrugged. "Any kind of experience is something to try out once, even if it really sucks that once. And if it's something I can do that nobody else can do, that makes me marketable, right?" His tail flirted to the side, curled around, and poked her. In the rear end, actually. Connie appeared to not even notice.
Aly started slightly and looked back. She shook her head, nice line, but eventually they'd loose all sense and become the animals whos traits they develop. "And if it brings in a paycheck, all the better?" After all when one lived forever they needed a continuous flow of income or a very good budget less they end up on the street for a lifetime.
Connie looked, too, when she jumped, looked sheepish, and reeled in his tail like a fisher with a line. "Sorry," he said, curling it around his arm and smiling wryly. "I swear the thing has a mind of its own. But yeah, as long as it has a paycheck-- the job, not the tail-- that's what counts. Need to be able to feed my Harley, and all."
They reached the end of the straight line of blocks she had to walk and gestured the direction she had to go. "My hotel is this way." She told him, unsure of the direction he had to go.
For his own part, Connie was pretty much going nowhere in particular, since it wasn't dawn yet, but it seemed as good a time as any to leave the poor lady be. He stopped and smiled, still holding onto his tail while it twitched against his arm. "Guess I'll see you around. And hopefully next time the tail will behave itself!" If there was a next time. A Rose vampire FBI agent was way above the likes of him, he was sure. "Have a good rest of the night, Allison."
Aly nodded. "Maybe we will, you take care too." She said giving him a little wave as she turned down the corner and headed away, pulling out her cell to make a call as she did.
The tail, free now, waved back, and Connie started around the other corner. He popped his earbuds back in and went back to his song. "Agonyyyyyy, that can cut like a kniiiiife! Ah, well... back to my... wiiiiiiife!"