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tyrannosaurus basilton pitchfork ([personal profile] unsanguine) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-05-21 02:11 pm

if i stay here, trouble will find me

WHO: Hal Yorke and yoooooou
WHAT: One very nervous, very cranky vampire just got here and I don't want to subject everyone to another intropost; pls be gentle. (Or don't. Or don't.)
WHEN: Day 73, eveningish
WHERE: In/around the woods, but probably not far enough in to encounter direwolves or tigers unless someone wants that, and lbr it would be pretty great.
NOTES: Warnings for excessive prissiness.



By his own declaration, Hal cannot live anywhere without central heating, carpets, and Radio 4. So why he has decided to begin the investigation of his new and less than voluntary surroundings in the woods would be anyone's guess, except--he can't do this alone. He's almost sure of it. Has to find someone or something familiar, something grounding before he tips over into the inevitable itch in his teeth, the jagged scraping edges revealed when his routines are flipped on their backs.

To all appearances he's just a pale young man in perhaps his mid-twenties, black jeans and short sleeved black shirt, more buttons done than necessary--in fact that's his general ambience, expression on down, he looks buttoned up, and obviously new.

Also obviously not an outdoorsy person at all, given the faint to ...less faint disgust that blotches his features when he's obliged to like, touch a tree or something else repellant and gross. If Tom is to be found anywhere in this Godforsaken wasteland (which to be fair, that tiny corner of South Wales also was, hence its suitability as a hiding place for Hal) it will be in the woods, he suspects. Retreat to what is normal, that's what most people would do. Hal would take refuge in normalcy too, were it to be had, but he doesn't think he can click his pen or spin the trusty domino in his pocket a single time further without going absolutely mad.

Every sound makes him jump; he is not sure whether that's nerves or hope, the latter of which is surely one of God's little jokes.
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[personal profile] undomesticated 2013-05-22 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
He talked strange, like one of the old movies she'd watched with her mom. It wasn't bad, she just wasn't used to it. She hefted her catch up on her shoulder, giving him a pondering look before she nodded. "Why don't you walk with me? I'm heading back to my little temporary totally not home."

The problem with this place is that there wasn't anywhere that didn't have a camera in range. Even the bathrooms had one, which was just creepy.

She picked up on the small hint he'd given, adding that to the strangeness of his scent. "Whether you're a danger or not has yet to be seen, but I think I can handle you." Cocky on her part since she had no idea what he was, but it was better to put forward confidence than make a potential target of yourself. It was all about body language when you didn't have the ability to use words, and she used hers to put across that she wasn't afraid of him. "I'm Riley."
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[personal profile] undomesticated 2013-05-24 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Hardly." It was a slight mimicry of his tone, but it was done with a smile. "You're the only Hal here that I know of, and you're the only Hal I've ever met, so you're Hal the First as far as I'm concerned."

She thought about the best way to answer that question. Something was off with him and it was throwing her concentration, but she couldn't quite pick up what it was. Not yet. "There are. Not like me, but I have a feeling you'd be a bit more familiar with them." It figured that no matter what world people came from, werewolves were the standard fare. "I'm not sure if your friend's here, but if they are, you can try reaching them on the communicator."

Whatever his friend was, probably a werewolf, she knew that's one thing he wasn't. Not in any world would a wolf smell like him. He smelled old, like an attic that hadn't been visited in a few generations. There was still something else she was picking up on, but not getting. It was prickling at her in an almost annoying way, like a word on the tip of her tongue.
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[personal profile] undomesticated 2013-05-27 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She watched him fidget with the communicator, heard the call for someone named Tom and the subsequent silence as a reply. She almost reached out to pat him consolingly on the shoulder, but she caught herself in time. "He might not be here yet. I see people come and go here all the time. Sometimes people come here alone and sometimes they come with a friend. Or that friend could join them later."

To her, it was kind of a crap shoot. Sure, you'd have someone you knew here with you, but that meant they were stuck here too. Not exactly a warm fuzzy thought to tide you over at night.
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[personal profile] undomesticated 2013-05-28 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Not that I've seen. I've heard others talk about different timelines and coming from all different times, not to mention worlds, so really, it's one huge giant lottery and you've got a one in four hundred billion chance of it landing on your number."

She wasn't going to mention the fact that they might have used their chance or luck or whatever it was up in being 'chosen' in the first place, not that she'd attribute anything towards being here in the same category as luck unless it had another word in front of it that would get her a dirty look from her mother for using.
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[personal profile] undomesticated 2013-05-30 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She frowns when he says that, looking over at him as she takes a moment to actually listen to his heartbeat. Oh. Oh wow. Was he... was he a...? Holy crap. Was he?

Riley had an overwhelming urge to poke at him to see if he was real, but she kept her hands to herself. He seemed remarkably skittish for a vampire, if that's what he was, and she didn't want him turning into a bat and flying away. Haha, a bat. Really? Maybe. She'd read all sorts of stories about vampires, and Dracula could turn into a bat and a wolf, right? Who knows what kind he was? Dracula could also go out in the sun and Hal didn't look like he was a shining disco ball or like he was bursting into flames.

She'd never actually met a vampire before. They were as much myths to her kind as her kind were to humans. Maybe they did exist in her world, but if that was the case, she'd never met them. Have a werecat giving you a look, Hal. It was full of awe and curiosity and made her look about five.
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[personal profile] undomesticated 2013-06-02 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
"What? Oh, no. No, not, um..." She blushed when she realized she'd been staring, head dropping down to watch her feet as they walked over grass and dead leaves. "I just, um, I'm surprised."

That was putting it mildly. She'd never even heard of vampires being real before, but she supposed she should be used to that here. New creatures, different worlds. If angels could be real, why not vampires?

"You're my first."

Oh boy. That came out wrong.
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[personal profile] undomesticated 2013-06-02 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
What made it more embarrassing for Riley was that it could just as easily fall into that category as well. Flirting was not her forte and she'd been surrounded by family up until recently, leaving little to no time for any late night trysts. Not that she's found anyone she'd been interested in trysting with or anything.

Not that she found him trystable. Oh god, this was all going so horribly wrong in her head. Her cheeks flamed redder.

She looked up when he spoke, trying to will the red away. "I don't think I could have done anything. It's not like either of us had a choice here, right? I guess I'm just glad you're not the kind that bursts into flame or likes to rip heads off for no reason."
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[personal profile] undomesticated 2013-06-04 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
She shrugged, glad to have the topic changed, even in her head, from trysting and who or who wasn't trystable. She so didn't need to go there right now.

"Good. I mean, about the head ripping and non-flamey parts." Her lips pressed in a thin line as she gave a half shrug this time. "There's a lot of 'my kind'. A lot of different types. At least, there are where I come from. But it's kind of just my kind. Nothing like you." That she knew of, anyway. But it made her curious that he knew of her kind, period.

"You, um, have others like, uh, me?"