knifeofsadness (knifeofsadness) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-03 18:12:00 |
|
|||
Current mood: | bored |
Entry tags: | abigail whistler, open, rayne |
Arriving in town
Who: Abigail Whistler and Rayne
What: Arrival
When: 9pm
Where: Downtown
Rating: TBD
Status: in progress (Open)
She'd been riding for days, searching for anything that may contradict that they had in fact wiped out all of vampire kind. So far she hadn't had any luck. While they had been planning on Daystar she never thought of the reprecussions it would have on her job, or the lack she had now of one. For lack of a better word, she was bored now.
King had taken it considerably better, after they went on a few werewolf hunts he'd decided it was time to relax. When he left to go on vacation she went out searching, looking for anything that would help keep her occupied. Every lead she had turned out to be a bust and now here she was, hoping this place would prove her wrong, show her they did exist and she still had something to do with her life.
Abigail swung her leg over the bike and put the kickstand down as she got off of it. Her hair was back messily, strung by the wind. Rolling her neck she cracked it and stretched her worn muscles from driving for far too long. Beneath the coat she long coat she wore she was armed, her bow on her back, arc concealed on her belt and then her guns holstered at her sides. Maybe here she could make a new life rather than go back.
Walking along the streets she took in the sites and sounds around her, spotting a club up ahead. Maybe if she was lucky there'd be vampires inside and she could get in on some action. Her stride quickened as she found her target. There were no visible glyphs that she could see but what did that matter? The place was smoky, bright lights making it harder to see.
Just to fit in and not raise any attention to herself in case this was a vampire club she went to the bar and ordered a drink. Perching on a stole she kept her eyes open, looking around for anything that may spark her attention.