Alex (_alex) wrote in the_obscured, @ 2014-08-04 16:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex o'shay |
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Who: Alex O’Shay
When: Monday July 21st
Where: The streets of Burlington
Summary: She’s been tracking Conor. This is just a little bit to show that she’s followed him and trying to get herself ready to meet him face to face.
Warning: None
Status: Narrative
Alex lightly took a breath in through her nose. Anyone watching on wouldn’t even realize that what she was doing was searching for a scent; they would just think that she was taking a breath. For a few days she had been tracking Conor O’Sullivan; watching him, following him, and getting a sense of who he was now. It was decidedly becoming rather boring and she was starting to ask herself why she didn’t just go to him and let him know she was in town. The fact of seeing him face to face after thirty-something years had her a little shaky on the inside. What if he didn’t remember her? That would be an even bigger slap in the face than him leaving her behind, making her think that he never truly loved her.
She knew that he had gone this way, had followed his scent down this road but she had lost focus when a passerby had rammed into her shoulder, nearly making her small frame twirl around. The scent she had caught then had made her wrinkle her nose in distaste: Vampire! She had rubbed gently at her nose-as if to wipe the scent away- and then started in the previous direction she had been going. Conor’s scent was gone for the moment, but she knew if she were patient she would find it once again. Being a great tracker that she was, she knew that patience and staying calm would get her to her prey a lot faster than getting angry and snorting around in the air searching for a scent.
Catching the scent for a second she started to take a step forward, one black leather, knee-high, boot raised to take a step, and she lost it as she was accosted with other scents of a nearby werewolf and then another vampire scent and then there was something that she wasn’t quite sure she recognized. She needed to get grasp of the scents and mentally comb through them. Seeing a bench, she took a seat and leaned back. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath and started shifting through the scents as they registered: Human, Werewolf that wasn’t Conor, Vampire, Werecat… Then it was there. What she called her ‘inside sight’ honed in on Conor’s scent and basically showed her the way to him. It wasn’t as if she was actually seeing the scent, or having any type of vision. It was hard to explain, but when she grabbed a scent she could somehow make it the most dominant of smells so that she can track it, blocking out others if need be. With a smile, her eyes popped open and she was on her feet, the heels of her boots quickly clacking against the sidewalk.
Ten minutes later her eyes zeroed in on Conor. He had stopped to talk to another Werewolf. She watched from the distance of two blocks, pretending to window shop. This wasn’t the first time she had followed Conor, though this was the first time she had actually seen another Wolf. She knew they were around, could smell them, but she hadn’t been tracking them and so hadn’t really paid attention to trying to spot one. Her eyes skimmed over the other Wolf, and then she was focusing on Conor. From this distance she easily could have eavesdropped, but she decided against it. She wasn’t interested in hearing their conversation.
Instead she focused on Conor and how he looked today. Like any other day he seemed a little wore down, of course she was sure he was carrying the weight of Patrick’s death upon his shoulders. The two brothers had always been close, Conor always cleaning up Patrick’s messes. The death of his brother was a mess he could not clean up, however, and not having him here with him probably made Conor a little lost.
A breeze played with Alex’s dark hair, whipping a piece up in the air to only slap her in the nose with it a second later. Lifting a slender hand, she plucked the piece from her face and carefully tucked it behind an ear. Several minutes later, the strand was right back in her face. With a huff she took the hair tie from around her wrist and in a seamless movement pulled her hair back into a pony-tail. It was then that she realized that the breeze had come from behind her and was sending her scent in the direction of Conor and the other Werewolf. She watched as both of their heads came up as they caught the new scent and started to turn their head in her direction. Shit! Before either one of them could spot her, she dived into the doorway of the shop she had been pretending to window shop in. Going to the nearest rack, she waited to see if either one of them would come in search of her.
Thirty minutes later, and a shopping bag on her arm, she knew she was safe and stepped out of the shop. Neither Conor nor the other Wolf was anywhere nearby and she hadn’t smelled their scent in the last twenty minutes. They were gone. If she were lucky, he didn’t recognize her scent, didn’t think she was a threat, and she could stay hidden for a little while longer; it didn’t seem as if he were on top of his game anyway. Why did she just not go and tell him she was in town? She didn’t know. Maybe it was because she was a little frightened by seeing him again. Maybe she just wanted to get a sense of who he was now. Or maybe she was still debating on whether this was all a good idea or not. Uncaring that she had lost Conor for the time being she headed back in the direction she had come from. She knew his scent and could always find him later if she wanted to. Right now, she needed to get to her bike and find a place to sleep. She had been staying away from hotels, preferring to stay out in the open for right now. She didn’t need some hotel staff figuring out she was a Wolf and going and letting others know there was a new one in town.
Soon, she told herself. Soon, and in her own way, she would announce her presence here to Conor.