WHO:Coyote Queen and Wolf Woman WHERE: Near Hiss Station WHEN: September 23, around dusk WHAT: Our resident shapeshifter ladies have a bonding moment. (Or, that one where Mercy almost runs away like a chicken.) WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Ongoing
The Mayor was creepy. The hotel was creepy. The car was creepy. The town was creepy. The one bright spot was that all the people who were stuck there weren't that bad. Okay, no, some of them were totally that bad. The creepy brother and sister on the network were that bad.
Miss Personality--and was that Clint the Idiot or Burnt Hands Hansel?--hadn't proven himself to be awful, but Miss Attitude had proven to be a hell of a lot cooler than at first she appeared. Miss Attitude of course being Santana, with whom Mercy had agreed to room.
She'd need work eventually; Mercy wasn't a moron. She had a great work ethic, as a matter of fact. But without any cars but the one sitting in the empty lot of Hiss Station, what was Mercy supposed to do for work? She was a mechanic through and through.
So she'd taken up sitting across from the car and staring at it, because she wasn't sure what else to do and she'd be damned if she spent all her time in that creepy hotel. (She was just happy to be finding an apartment with good old Miss Attitude, if she was being honest.)
But she also didn't like being out after dark here, and dark was fast approaching.
Mercy got up off of her seat and dusted off the butt of her jeans, then clapped her hands together to get rid of the last of the dust. She'd have started walking, too, if she hadn't just caught the scent of wolf. She looked around her and spotted a dark-haired woman, the only one in the vicinity. Werewolf, had to be. And that wasn't a good sign.
If there was one thing Mercy knew, it was werewolves--and that a werewolf in a place like this was a bad, bad sign. She had to get out of there, and fast.