Nina Pickering (pissing_jenga) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-30 02:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~john mitchell (oe) |
Who: Nina Pickering & John Mitchell
Where: Outside Nick and Rachell Cutler's apartment.
What: Looking for Rachel - but finding someone else.
When: Monday morning
Rating: High - Talk of death, possible triggers within.
Open: If someone looking for Cutler rly wanted in?
Status: Ongoing
George had found her in the forest, by then she'd pulled on some clothes from the things she'd packed – but she was still bloodied and still in possession of the memories relating to what had transpired moments before she'd changed; it was too late to run but she was not so far gone that she couldn't remember Cutler found her. That it was no accident. The wolf hadn't stayed behind once Cutler was finished with, but she and George were able to find where what was left of the Vampire lay, torn clothing, bones and the remnants of flesh. George had reassured her, that it sounded like suicide. Suicide. They'd decided they would come back, that they would make sure he was dealt with, that the Island would know that Cutler was gone. When they thought of who had to know first, Rachel came to mind, Rachel would have to know, and Nina insisted she would be the one to tell her what had become of Cutler. A werewolf had torn him apart and one werewolf was indistinguishable from the next, if Cutler hadn't stood there – over her, waiting to be certain he'd meet his end they'd have no idea which wolf had been the one. They were all just beasts that had no control over their violent rage and their want to kill. It could have been any one of them. So, after a long, hot shower, fresh clothing and a little time reunited with her daughter Nina found herself at the door to the Cutler's apartment, hesitating. She had done this before, she told herself softly. She had dealt with death, with presenting unfortunate news, when there was nothing more you could do. For all the good they could do when people were injured or gravely ill, death was a common thing for anyone who had worked in a hospital. She had spoken to friends, family and lovers, watching someone they cared for slip away. In A&E witnessing death was ..generally unavoidable. It never suddenly became easy, or routine, but Nina felt she was better equipped than some. Wait. No. No, she had dealt with death, but she had never waited at a door, belonging to a Ghost to tell her that her husband, a Vampire had been killed by a Werewolf. No she had certainly never done that before. “Rachel-” She knocked softly at first, waiting with a pounding heart. "It's Nina- ..uh, I'm a- a friend of-" It would be a lie, to say her husband's name. "Of Annie's." There was no answer and eventually she tired a second, third, fourth time. Now? Perhaps she'd wait, wait for Rachel to appear at the door – Annie had still used doors, she hadn't felt the need to rent-a-ghost everywhere, so it was her hope the woman would appear and Nina could speak to her face to face. |