Close Encounters
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birthright_rpgIt 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.
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.
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on 2013-08-19 02:50 am (UTC)Echo had tried to suppress the change, to fight it off the way she did through meditation and relaxation techniques, but the open assault undid her control. There was pain as her bones began to alter their shape under her flesh, and inside her shirt light brown fur began to sprout on her shoulderblades. The skateboarder saw her face change shape, let out a scream of terror that he hadn't been able to release because of the earlier blow to his head, and a puddle of urine joined the mess of booze on the floor.
Half-shifted, Echo let out a strangled barking noise as her human thoughts were screaming "NO NO NO!" at her, and the shop's door opened from the outside as some unsuspecting tourist came wandering in with a camera around her neck and an opened map in her hands. Out, she had to get out. Mama was going to be furious with her.
The door's glass shattered as the hybrid slammed into the newcomer, knocking her down in tangle of arms and legs and terrified changeling. Echo got one pawish hand tangled in the camera's long strap, finally tore loose with a muted howl. She was no warrior, wanted no part of that thing back there.
The van. She had to make it back to the van so she could hide in the back until the Wolf subsided. And the only time she'd visit Vegas after this was in the morning with the sun beating down hard. Weird little town that it was, Searchlight seemed much safer all of a sudden.
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on 2013-08-19 03:25 am (UTC)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.