Repose

Who: Destiny & Nick
What: Awkward suggesting.
When: Nowish
Where: Nick's diner
Warnings: Nothing, except maybe language and passing mentions of sex work.

She didn't bring Wyatt this time. One of the girls was watching him back at the caravan, the one she was preparing for leave(not for good, maybe just awhile). She liked the idea of 'for good', but there was a part of her that knew 'for good' didn't exist beyond minimum wage. Still, it was better than nothing. Because when she was alone, nothing was the worst.

Destiny took this moment of alone time to park her truck at the diner, and she got stoned while the midday sun heated up the cab's interior so that sweat beaded down her spine, but she didn't care. Music played on the radio, poppy and morbid while Destiny checked her eyeliner in the rearview. It was a baby blue smudge across both lids, crayon-thick but nothing bright enough to be offensive.

Smoke dissipated from the joint that she stamped out in the ashtray, and Destiny kept her head back against the seat as she tried to formulate a course of dialogue, some sort of route to follow. A map. A map to treasure.

Of course it occurred to her to use magic. Not on Nick, and not why she was here, but in some grand and dangerous way that would procure lots of cash. The idea was a little thrilling, but mostly fleeting, and nothing something she would ever have the stomach to do, not while she had Wyatt to take care of. She couldn't be caught up in anything that would get her locked up like her mother. So, she could be good with part time jobs, and the cliche of belly dancing classes in the Capital.

Maybe she'd start selling her underwear in the internet, she hadn't thought out the specifics yet, but she'd figure it out. The first step of figuring things out was asking Nick for a job. She knew that his operation was small, and that he might not need her, but he might not not need her too.

So she summoned her thoughts, and her head, and she fluffed her hair just a bit before she exited the cab of her truck and marched into the diner.

[This morning, human remains are reported being found in the woods. The bones are chewed, mauled by an animal with most of the flesh being removed, belonging to one male and one female victim.

Later in the day, with no coincidence, a man disappears from the local motel. Registered as one Rory B. Management only notices because his door(number 4) is found open and the room ransacked. Neighboring rooms report hearing some thumping against the walls, but nothing entirely out of the usual for this spot.]

[Locked to Jason W]
[After this.]

I need to ask you something, but not where it can potentially be recorded by you.

[Locked to Janus A, Etain S]
[After this, and after a fair bit of poking about belowstairs.]

I believe Rory's been taken by some entity within the facility, and we've no notion where he is now. Do be careful. We're dwindling. Bossman has no interest in assisting us, but we're not to leave this place. Remain far from the flower shop. The demon hunters lurk there yet, and I'm of a mind to give them a grand explosion before they circle me and cast me out.

[Public: anon]

Has anyone encountered a hell-dog before?