Rorie O'Bannon (roriemccool) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-08-20 20:33:00 |
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Saturday September 21, 2019
Who: Rorie
What: Flat tire and rabid raccoons
Where: Between Boston and Danvers
When: Late, nearly midnight
Rorie and Mark had gone out Saturday evening to see a local band in Boston. With the week Rorie had been having, he decided that maybe spending more time with Mark and less by himself was probably a good idea. After all, Garret and he weren't going to work out, even as friends. So, he'd gone with Mark to give himself a pick up even when he felt like shit. The evening had been fun. They'd have a few to drink and moshed a bit, so they were all sweaty and grimy from the crowds. It didn't matter since they were at home in it.
It was nearly midnight as Rorie drove back to campus, having already dropped Mark off. He was getting tired finally and was ready to hit the hay and sleep Sunday away. It seemed his car had other plans. About five miles away from the school, his tire hit something and went flat. Frowning, he pulled over and got out, after putting on his hazards. He really should call someone, but he didn't know who. Everyone would be asleep anyways. Making his way to his back passenger side tire, he noticed a nail in it. "Great," he grumbled to himself. He went to his trunk and fished out his Mag-Lite and spare tire. After he turned on the light, he grabbed the jack and lug nut wrench, holding the light in the crook of his neck. Getting everything out, he set to work.
Being a were he didn't take very long. The flat tire was thrown in the back and the spare securely on. Closing the trunk, he was walking back to the driver's side when he heard a rustling in the wooded area off to the side of the road. Freezing, Rorie just stared at the spot he heard the noise come from. "Hello?" He called, turning the Mag-Lite back on and shining it in the same spot. "Anyone there?" He called again as he kept his sharp eyes on the brush. Waiting another moment, he was about to get back in his car when he heard it again. This time in the trees. Okay, so maybe he should just get in his car and leave. That would be the smart thing to do, but when did Rorie ever do anything smart? He was pretty sure whatever it was, he could take them.
So, he slowly walked around the front of his car and towards the spot he saw movement. "If this is some weirdo, trying to kill people, I'm not someone you want to mess with." As if a light threat like that would do any good. Treading further on, he stepped into the wooded area and shown his light around to make sure there wasn't anything coming to surprise him. While he was a were lemur, that only helped him with his night vision so much. It wasn't like he was an actual lemur. "Hello?" He called again, looking around, hearing the rustling in the trees now.
It was time to go. Turning around, he started back towards the car. The rustling hadn't gone away that time and it was unnerving. It wasn't like it was a were, the full moon had been last week. It could have been a vampire though. While he had taken on his fair share of them, he'd been armed. Rorie only had a Mag-Lite this time and something told him it wouldn't cut it. Getting to the edge of the wooded area, about to step into the clearing beside the road, the rustling turned into a cracking as leaves and small branches broke while a high pitched screaming sound came at Rorie. He ducked, but it didn't work. Landing on him was a big, fat raccoon. Chattering and making a ruckus, the animal instantly started to claw and bite him.
"Fuck!" He cried out as it sank it's teeth into his neck before going after the hand that was holding onto it. It was over in half a minute at most before Rorie threw the animal back into the woods. "Son of a bitch," he breathed, looking at his bloodied hand. Touching his neck, his hand pulled back to reveal it was bleeding too along with a few scratches on his face and high upper chest. Nothing devastating though. There wasn't anything broken or gushing blood, so he figured it would be fine to heal on its own. "Damn," Rorie cursed again as he bent over and picked up his Mag-Lite that was dropped in the surprise attack. Quickening his pace, he got back to the car and got in without hesitation. Tossing the flashlight to the side, he checked out his neck and face in the rear view mirror. It didn't look as bad as he thought at least.
Turning the car back on, he turned off his hazards and slowly made his way back to the school. He'd just clean up and bandage it. Nothing life threatening so he wouldn't bother with going to see Wes or a healer. It was just a freaked out raccoon, after all.