Who: Nelson Wright, open to anyone going to Maryanne's gig What: An escape from moping When: Early Wednesday evening Where: His own apartment Rating: Uh... nothing untoward, I'm sure
Since seeing the invitation to the gig the day before, Nelson had pondered whether or not he should venture out of his apartment and start to cast off his, admittedly self-imposed, isolation from whoever the hell else lived in this fucked up idea of a world.
The only person he'd had anything to do with up to now was Ruby, and he hadn't seen or spoken to her since the last Moon. It was his fault decision, not hers. Given how she'd seen him it seemed the right... the only... thing to do. It crossed his mind that he should contact her and at the very least thank her for what she did, but he'd spent so long keeping his lunar transformations secret that it wasn't exactly easy to go against his instincts and discuss it with anyone else. At least, not yet.
Still, he really should speak to her at some stage, even if it was only to get into practice for when he managed to bring himself to tell Dave, Joe, Steckle and Rachel. Especially Rachel. Actually, probably not Steckle or Joe. But definitely Dave. And, again, especially Rachel.
But for now, he chafed under an isolation that was so foreign to him, and this night out had seemed an ideal opportunity to be among others, with the degree of socialization firmly under his control for the most part. And it wasn't as though he had to stay there if he change his mind later.
He paused in his "getting ready" routine and glanced at the bracelet that had been given to him on his arrival. Seemed like it could be useful after all.
It was then that his attention was drawn back to something he didn't-quite-see out of the corner of his eye. Gazing behind himself via the wall mirror, he slowly resumed buttoning his shirt, his brow slightly furrowed in a faint frown. He sniffed the air, but all he could detect, behind the predominant scent of the so-called scentless shower products he'd used, was the remains of the rare steak he'd cooked for himself earlier. His lip curled in a half-snarl and he could feel the hairs at the nape of his neck start to bristle. But whatever had caught his attention was gone, if it had ever even been there.
He relaxed slowly, then huffed a laugh at himself and shook his head at his reflection. It wouldn't be easy for an intruder to get into his apartment undetected, and even more difficult for any to remain so. Besides, what he'd thought he'd seen, but clearly hadn't, seemed not tall enough to be a threat even to a regular human.
Forget it, you're losing your mind, he told himself mentally, laughed again to think that it was only NOW he'd come to that conclusion, then stood away from the mirror after taking off his glasses and leaving them on the dresser next to it.
He checked his pockets - money, keys, cigarettes... no condoms. Damn. Still, he doubted he'd become quite that sociable tonight. All that remained was for him to give the address to his bracelet. A last look around the room told him once more that he'd forgotten nothing, and the next minute he was gone.