WHERE: Downtown LA WHEN: Late sometime WHAT: Bounty hunting leads to a potential de-stressing for a Dark One STATUS: In Progress VIEW WARNINGS: stalkery tendencies, tbd
Time seemed to be something that hardly mattered any more. She didn't sleep, fatigue wasn't exctly an issue anymore. For someone who'd previously lived on coffee and the next crisis, rolling from chaos to carnage and operating on the least amount of sleep that her body could physically tolerate, it was odd to no longer feel tired.
It was a different sense of exhaustion now. One that came from fighting upward while wanting to sink down into the dark embrace. There was little else for it right then, she didn't have a plan, her own had been foiled and now she was here. She'd yet to work out if it was a good thing to have Killian so close, but closed off. At least there was a chance, eventually.
The addition of Regina was less than welcome, her own issues and Regina's apparent missing memories were problematic. Coupled with the recent influx of Hook children, from any reality, Emma was feeling twitchy in her own skin. She wasn't avoiding the apartment. Not entirely. She wasn't yet ready to deal with Alice Jones, least of all without much knowledge of just how she came into existence. Although it was comforting to assume that Killian's fate wasn't entirely tied to the darkness now, it was less so to think he wasn't tied to her at all.
There was still the possibility that this was her greatest achievement in pushing him firmly away. Right when she'd figured out she didn't want to.
She had her distractions. Thankfully. And while the apartment might have a sleeping young woman present, Emma opted to work, stalking through the dark, dank streets in the less upscale of LA's tall buildings and clusters of seedy clubs. She had a habit now of taking the riskier of jobs from her assigned workplace. Better for her to have something to do. Turning the corner of the street, onto a more main road, Emma tugged the collar of her leather coat up, catching sight of her current prey cozying up to a petite brunette at the door of a nightclub.
When she'd done this in Boston, there was a ruse, there were usually dates for the cheating, embezzling scum and there was almost always a short dress. Now, she was less inclined towards the games. Stalking them along the street was simple and following them into the bar without stopping for the bouncer to bother her. Biding her time wasn't an issue. She had so much of it, she could wait.