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It turned out that there was a place near The Dive where Echo could find Guinness, a small liquor store about a block from the bar, and the day after she visited the club she made another trip up the highway to see at least part of the city in daylight. She bought two six-packs of twelve-ounce bottles, knowing that would last her for a while because the stuff was so strong, then carried them down the crumbling sidewalk to where she'd parked her van.

She should call her parents in a couple of days, give them a status update. Having gotten her phone installed, she might as well make use of it by sending up a proverbial flare to let them know she was okay. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn't eaten since lunch, and it was nearly seven o clock. Maybe she could find a decent pastrami sandwich somewhere.

She stowed the beer in the back of the van, then locked up the vehicle before starting off in the direction she'd come from. She'd eat dinner, then hit the road again. And check her mailbox when she got home, which she'd been doing obsessively lately. Her ship was about to come in, or at least she hoped it was.

And Las Vegas was much less tacky before the sun went down.

on 2013-08-18 09:34 pm (UTC)
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Griiiiind...

The sound of metal bar scraping along concrete. A dishevelled figure letting it trail at her side as she walked along, seeming for all the world as if in a daze.

Things felt... Different here. The atmosphere lighter than what she was used to. Free. Dizzyingly so, in fact. The air unable to support one's weight if leaned against.

Things were not always this way... And how she knew that, even the brunette's hosting occupant failed to know. Only flickers of recollection danced through its mind, too fleeting to catch and too unsubstantial to learn from. Mere snatches of a now-former existence.

Sabra. It knew that. Documentation... The picture had matched what was seen in a first-time glimpsed reflection and, while the writing seemed alien, some part of itself stirred in vague recognition. A word coming to mind as it stared at the text. A name. Not... Its true name, not that. But acceptable. Something it could tolerate. Could use, for now.

And another memory - another not of its own - seemed to tickle as it took notice of the sign. Not information, so much as an association. Knowing that a place should be thought of as a provider of... Provider of... Something.

Something this body had liked? Something it had avoided? Did not matter. What it now hosted craved knowledge. Understanding. Sabra's eyes attempting to adjust, refocus, as it... She... Took the decision to turn, entering the premises. Unsure, at first, of how to operate the door; the relationship between handle, twisting and opening what the mechanism was meant to safeguard. Then, standing there for a moment or two, taking visual stock of what filled the many shelves inside. Seeming, for all the world, as if she was already drunk, but there was no sway to her step as she decided to walk in. The metal bar still in hand as she did so.

on 2013-08-18 10:18 pm (UTC)
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The pace differed now. Sabra was no longer aimless. There was slight curiosity at these surroundings. The shop's interior. Like a book asking to be read, yet offering no immediate clues as to how it should be best opened.

But like a tiger learning how to tread water, the youth earned himself a slow, steady turning of head. Something innate to her glare, something behind it, causing him to mentally startle. No rhyme nor reason to it. Just a feeling of having prodded a sleeping bear.

Or maybe dragon.

Then the girl. No verbal response yet. Just watching, head tilting, turning, as Sabra watched Echo's hand reach out to shoulder. Still not comfortable enough within its new vessel to immediately associate the body part as something of itself. Then her gaze travelled back. This time, the movement quicker. More awake than before. Detecting something, maybe. Perhaps a whiff of scent or something more. Nostrils widening inhaling swiftly. Head tilting again, this time a little to one side.

Back to the boy.

Back to Echo.

"Sssssommm... Sssommmmmmewhere... Sit dowwwnnnnn..."

Each syllable repeated in careful, considerate fashion. Was she foreign? In more ways than one.

Then, unexpectedly, the woman moved forwards, pushing Echo along with her to one of the nearest aisles. Doing so until the younger brunette's back pressed up against one, disturbing the carefully stocked contents of the shelves. Dipping head forth, taking another, deeper sniff of the girl, then looking to the side. A more tentative sniff being made of a bottle, as if comparing the two. Retrieving it with free hand, turning it around, up close to nose, like a dog trying to figure out how to open a box. Then back to Echo. Uncertain, yet animalistic.

on 2013-08-19 12:40 am (UTC)
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"Doctorrr... Maybe..."

Something about the way this one seemed to be testing each word as she spoke them. Or perhaps, more truthfully, was testing this strange combination of mouth, teeth and tongue interaction. Everything was new.

And she was learning.

Quick as a flash, the bar was aimed squarely at the bright-haired male's face, hardly an inch away from coming into painful contact with his throat. Lifting it smoothly up into his chin and then easing him close, as if impaling him like fish on an imaginary hook, by virtue of threat. Another loud sniff, this time in the lad's direction. Then, making a facial expression of displeasure, a violent push away was made, shoving him off. Perhaps a little too forcefully... Someone hooked on PCP, maybe? The long-haired brunette's attention zipping back to Echo, letting the metal bar fall from hand, clattering to the floor.

No doubt, the cashier was starting to get worried. Maybe was getting ready to call 911. Sabra couldn't know. Didn't care. Sniffing, again, at the bottle in her hand, then at Echo. Drawing herself closer.

Didn't need the bottle. Let it go. Heard it... Smash. The sudden noise redirecting her attention. Whirling upon it. The noise unexpected. Watching as the contents flooded the floor, as if the physics of it were somehow new.

Looked at Echo. Back to the shattered glass. Back at Echo. Lips half-sneering, half-parting. Trying to articulate something. What ultimately came out, sounding like some bizarre cross between African and... What? Viking? Russian? Some of it so guttural that it seemed she was coughing. Then, crouching, experimentally reaching out fingers to the broken, alcohol-drenched glass...

on 2013-08-19 01:34 am (UTC)
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"Cut... Someone," repeated the visitor. Head swivelling independent of shoulders. A hair's breadth away from touching fingertips to glass before rearing up, cat-like.

Cobra-like.

Another sniff. This time short, sharp. Mind no longer quite so at odds with body.

"Did sssssomething to me..."

The next time Sabra parted mouth, tongue could be seen trailing over each individual tooth. Eyes glancing down, as if trying to visually inspect the action. Then, finishing, snap-shotting gaze back up. Jaw moving from one side to the other. Then back. And again. A muffled snapping sound being heard under the flesh, like someone cracking knuckles the size of vertebrae. Eyes closing as she moaned aloud... Effort. Strain. Lids reopening.

If Echo didn't do something soon...

on 2013-08-19 02:19 am (UTC)
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The had been a loud screech, somewhere between a cat and dinosaur in heat. Instinct kicking in. The being wearing Sabra's face simply reacting, slamming herself back against the nearest row of shelves, almost ricocheting herself in muscular spasm up, taking ahold of the light fixture.

And, from her inverted new position on the ceiling, hissed her own warning loudly. Entire jaw seeming to unhinge, transmogrifying in some ghastly mockery of flesh and bone, until becoming like an obscene cross between the mouth-parts of arachnid and snake. The miniature fanged 'limbs' unfolding beneath her nose, mantis-like.

There had been a chance she could have been talked out of it, but not after being struck at like that. It reinforced natural instinct. Compounded the issue. Leaving Sabra revealed for something other than human.

At the first sight of pink-haired youth's scrabbling, Sabra's attention whirled, leaping upon and pinning him down. Fingers more like a bird of prey's talons than anything recognisable as a human being. That dreadful open maw threatening to tear into his flesh like a chainsaw. Instead, using him... Scaring him shitless before making us of him as a human javelin, throwing him at Echo.

on 2013-08-19 03:25 am (UTC)
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From behind her, a shrill scream could be heard bellowing into the air. By nature, inhuman. In practice, formed by human vocal chords. Chaos breaking out within the shop; one confused, predatory being struggling against an apparent onslaught of frail mortal life. Wanting them away. Removed from its presence. Glass smashing in the ensuing chaos of a beast consumed by unholy wrath.

Passers by stopped, querying amongst themselves. An onset of Chinese whispers erupting between them in excited, fearful tones. Not one of them having a clue of what was causing such chaos within.

Outside... The back. Up, up, up... To the roof. Then to another. Another, still.

There would be time for thoughts later. Time, too, to reflect upon the wolfen girl's scent.

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